Toot! Toot!

Does our son have gas! Poor thing. When we can't console him and he's squirming and crying like crazy, we know it's probably gas. Sure enough, minutes (which seems like hours) later, a sonic blast hits the diaper. Never sure what you're going to find when you open up that diaper. Sometimes there's a prize and other times you are amazed there's nothing there. Besides the lack of sleep (getting up every hour and half to feed him), dealing with the gas is just as bad. You have to tune out his cries and let it pass through him. Also, how does this kid pee himself on his back? I can't understand it. This is awful too when you have to take off all his wet clothes and redress him. Both he and I don't like that. Especially last night at 11:30pm AND 1:30pm. People tell you having a baby is hard. But, you don't know what they mean til you actually experience it.

I never knew how tiring and time consuming breastfeeding is. They eat about every 2 hours; meaning that say he eats at 1pm, he's on the breast for 20-30 minutes, then he's hungry again at 3pm. So, you really only have an hour and half til he feeds again. Days I seem to be OK with. It's the nights that are hard. I'm still trying to figure out if it's better to breastfeed or bottle feed the breast milk, then pump. Which one will let me get the most sleep? 'Course the the pro-breastfeeders would poo-poo the bottle. But, I'll keep experimenting and keep you posted.