Breastfeeding is going great. I feel really attached to her every time she feeds. I'm really proud of myself for pushing through the first couple of days of excruciating colostrum feeding hell. It seems like babies need to suck extra hard to get very little the first two days. I guess it's nature's way of prepping the nipples for every day suckling. I began to doubt my commitment to breastfeeding at about the third day. My nipples were cracking, almost bleeding, and I wanted to scream every time she latched. I began to think my technique was wrong.
The postpartum nurses were very helpful at the hospital and made latching seem so easy. She'd open her mouth and latch on the first try. Doing it on my own was a completely different story. I'd tickle her lip to get her to open wide. No such luck. She'd squirm and cry. When she'd finally open wide, my aim would be off: more crying and squirming would ensue. Following engorgement, things began to become more natural for me. I've concluded that cross cradling her is best for us. I love the faces she makes when she eats. I love the little sounds she makes as she gulps and almost falls asleep every couple of seconds. I just adore every aspect of her.
As for milestones are concerned, her gross belly button tail fell off today. She's graduated from pyjama outfits and onesies to pants and button up shirts. Here's a peek.
