V is growing at such an amazing rate. Two weeks ago he discovered his toys, and just this past week he's learned how to spit. Now he plays with his ball all the time, and proceeds to get frustrated because he just can not get it in his mouth. Gotta love that he tries, ha. And the spitting... oh, sweet word. He spits all the time now. There is slobber everywhere. Parenthood... everything I thought it'd be :)
Of course, with his growth comes changes. He's officially too big for his bassinets... I haz a sad. We'll be transitioning him to his playards this weekend. Yeah, I was just not ready to put him in his nursery so we're keeping him in our room a bit longer. I know I'll have to let it go eventually, but he's not even 3 months and I'm just not there yet.
Nursing is on it's way out. As I mentioned, things just aren't going well at all. No matter what I do, I can't seem to make enough. As he eats more, the percent of breast milk he gets goes down. Right now, we're only doing about 50/50. And it really doesn't feel worth the stress it puts me through, not to mention the pain, the time consumption, him being upset with me... I know it's not really worth it. I've just been hanging on because I'm not ready to let go. I only have two days worth of Reglan, so I might stop this week. I may push it for a couple more weeks, but I think I just need to let it go already. I did my best, and that's all I can do.
I have several things I'm mentally processing, but I just don't have time to tend them. I suppose they're for another post.