The other night was a rough night. I was up with Emmy the whole night. She just wanted to nurse ( referred to around here as “hommer noms” a term that evolved from “om nom nom“) it felt like every 20 minutes. This would be fine if I wasn’t still getting used to it and it feels like she is taking a bread knife to the nipple each time! I was getting a bit worn down by that, plus she continued to be awake through the morning and early afternoon, with all the bread-knife nursing.
I wanted to get up out of bed, but felt like I couldn’t. I wanted to eat, but couldn’t (Steve eventually brought up cereal, which I tried to eat with my non-dominant hand at a sideways angle). I really wanted to sleep, but couldn’t. I was beginning to get a taste of the stress they talk about when it comes to the first weeks with a newborn.
Later that day I remembered a wrap-style carrier that I had in the nursery closet. I strapped her in it, and viola, hands free nursing! I was unloading the dishwasher and she was nursing! I was sweeping the floor and she was getting her hommer noms! I could look down as I moved freely about the house and see her contented face looking up at me. I felt re-energized and free. The carrier is going to become a staple around here.
Ah, fall is in the air. The air is cooling down. I love it.
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Aug 26th 2009Emeline