Today, we went in to see Dr. Robinson for Olivia’s 2 week checkup. She now weighs 9 lbs 2 oz and is 22″ tall. That’s not quite up to her birth weight so we’ll be checking back in next Thursday to see how she’s progressing. Nonetheless, the doc thinks she’s doing well, hale, and hearty. And how is Mom? Well. The words post-partum depression were mentioned by Dr. Robinson. I don’t think I’m as bad as, say, Brooke Shields was (Tom Cruise – you are a big ol’ jerk), but I could be better. We’re all hoping that if I can get and keep a decent stretch of sleep under my belt, things will improve.
So on that note, I’m on doctor’s orders to get 5 continuous hours of sleep tonight. That means a pumping session or formula feed. In spite of the fact that after I get out of a warm shower I can nail the mirror with milk from across the bathroom, the pump barely squeezed out an ounce when I tried this morning. It’s looking like a formula feed, which the office was kind enough to supply us with generous samples to try. The good doc also gave me a nipple shield for the day feedings as I was working up a cracked base on the left side. My poor boobs.
Let me just say, much love to the nipple shield. That’s the first time I’ve nursed Olivia without pain. The only problem may be in that she might be having more difficulty getting access to the milk. It’s something that I’m going to have to keep an eye on. If she is getting the milk fairly easily that way, I may make it to 6 months and still be breastfeeding. And sane. And not bleeding. A girl can dream, no?