Every single day, I stress myself out about Korben’s nursing. Obviously, I don’t have to worry. He’s only 5 weeks old – look at those chubby legs! the double chin! I’m posting this here to remind myself to SERIOUSLY? Chill. Out. So what that he [out of the blue] only wants to nurse for 6 minutes every 3 hours? So what that he swallows more air than milk? (not really, it just sounds that way both going in and coming out (BURP!)) So what that he fusses at the breast? He’s doing great and I keep having to remind myself.
He gets another weight check on Monday. It will be my 6-week appointment and I’ll have all 3 boys with me, oh MY! Pray for me that morning, will ya?
I’m itching to post a proper lengthy post but constantly find myself running out of time, as I am now. Korben and I have moved into the nursery on our own queen-sized bed and left David to get full nights’ sleeps in the other queen bed. It is really working out quite well. Before having Korben, I never fancied myself much of an AP kind of mom (okay, who am I kidding? I totally am an AP kind of mom), but I just can’t seem to break the AP habits with him yet and, you know what?, I don’t mind. In fact, I’ll go ahead and admit that I do enjoy the co-sleeping, the babywearing, the loads and loads and loads (neverending!) of diaper laundry. He’s my last one and already growing so quickly.
