WHERE DOES THE TIME GO?!
Seriously, I have sat down to update the blog several times in the past 10 days and each time either my little dude woke up from a nap, or decided he was done with his feed and wanted 100% of Mom's attention. Currently I am feeding him, so this one handed post may take a while. Which is cool because we've got nothing but time, even when it flies.
So what have we been up to? Let me lay it down for ya.
First up, his 3 mos check up! He weighed, as of Sept 10th, 14.2 lbs and was 25.6 inches long! That puts him in the 75th percentile for weight, and the 95th for height. He's come a long way from the 49th percentiles at 6 weeks! And that's exclusively breastfeeding. We've come so far since the first few weeks when my supply was low and I was lost in a haze of feeding, pumping and supplementing. That was so tiring, dudes. It's so nice to have come out on the other side of that successfully. I'm so happy I haven't needed to use formula since then, but OCCASIONALLY I think about how it would give me a break.
These thoughts usually come at 3 am and they pass. But the formula is in the cupboard in case I ever change my mind (I won't) or there is a medical need for it. I try to pump for ten minutes in the morning to get an ounce or 2 before feeding Silas. I've been trying to build a supply in my freezer for aforementioned breaks or outings where bf'ing might be an inconvenience. So far, I have one bag with 5 ounces in there. I used one at Feast of Fields because mommy had a little vino, so I'm working on getting a few more in there. It usually take me 3 days to fill a bag, depending on how long it's been since Silas has eaten off the side I'm pumping. I block feed on one side after 6 or 7 am so I can get hopefully get a few oz's pumped. It's good times, you guys. Gooooood times.
When I was on the mainland last week visiting my cousin and her 2 year old (fun times! My first solo trip with Silas! Felt like SuperMom), I thought I was maybe getting the dreaded mastitis in my right boob. It started to hurt so I massaged it, but then couldn't tell it it was red because of mastitis or because I was massaging the shit out of it. I switched up my feeding positions, applied heat, and whatever was going on went away. Thank God. Because I was NOT about to let mastitis knock me on my ass and miss Feast Of Fields for James' birthday last Sunday! No way! No how! This mama wouldn't miss out on a feast or her man's birthday!
We took Silas with us, obviously, so it was a little less drunken than in years past. James wore him in the Ergo, so we ran around for an hour together, hitting up some tasty booths together while Silas slept. But then it was approximately 35 degrees, and there was a Silas shaped sweat stain on the front of James, so we found a little shady spot under a tree in the orchard and took turns laying down on the blanket with wee man and stuffing our faces with food and wine. So fun! Silas was an attraction in and of himself because he is so damn cute and caused many an ovary to explode. It was a very happy birthday indeed.
Oh, and he might be teething. Eeeeeek!
Other than that, we've gone to boot camp (ouch! My obliques!), walks, met my mom and dad for lunch, gone to the Celtic service, and hung out. I continue to obsess about his sleep at night...still sleeping 4-5.5 hrs in the first stretch, and if I'm lucky another 2.5-3 hrs only waking for the one feed. Those are the best! He's doing all the right things a baby should be doing. He rocks at life!
Here he is all dressed up for brunch with the girls this morning! Plummy plump!