I find myself with surprisingly little free time to type postpartum updates. Young Simon has proved to be a high-maintenance individual compared to his siblings, not without a taste for drama.
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Breastfeeding him has been a bumpy road so far, thanks to what one of my breastfeeding counselor friends (not ChristyP, the other one) tentatively diagnosed over Facebook chat as, technically speaking, "wee baby, ginormous boobie" syndrome. In size he isn't all that wee -- 7 lbs is fairly average -- but he is smaller than any baby I have ever nursed, and he is young for his age and (to my eyes) frail and fragile, though the midwives pronounced him healthy and strong considering that he came so early. I feel as though I could break him when I lift him under his arms: he is so light, like a bird.
Anyway, though I have triple-checked for frenulum and tongue placement issues, and can't see anything specifically wrong with his latch, it hurts. I don't think he can get his mouth quite wide enough. We are working on it, pretty intensively, and I have been told to prepare for the possibility that I will just have to manage pain and scrupulously monitor my nipple health until he gets a bit bigger and stronger.
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Also, he has been producing copious amounts of meconium at random intervals, necessitating many blanket changes. I will probably switch from blanket wrapping to diapers today, not my preferred choice so early (I like to be free to do lots of skin-to-skin and get an early start on teaching a cue sound for peeing), n but I just need to reduce the complexity of the system here.
The meconium has just now changed over to yellow, so: milk is on the way.
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In further news: postpartum sushi, delivered, gets five stars.