I spent the night at the hospital last night and got up with E at every cares, attempting to nurse. He did absolutely nothing at 11:30 p.m. and 5:30 a.m., which was disheartening. At 2:30 a.m. I thought he actually did pretty well but when they weighed him afterward he had only taken in a measly 4 ml (his normal feed volume is 60 ml). I almost cried. I’m really starting to get discouraged with this whole feeding thing. He did so well last weekend that they were talking about springing us soon, and now he’s totally regressed.
I left the hospital late morning to meet up with some girlfriends for brunch. I brought T with me so he could play with my friend’s kids at her house. It was a good afternoon with good friends and a needed break from the hospital and feeding issues. After T’s nap, he and I went back to the hospital in time for 5:30 p.m. cares. D met us there with dinner and then took T home so I could stay the night again tonight. At one point during our 5:30 feed I had two lactation consultants hovering over me giving me pointers, occasionally grabbing a boob and helping me reposition. It’s safe to say I’ve lost all sense of modesty (or what I had left after birthing two babies, anyway). The good news is, I think we just may be starting to get our groove back on feeding (knock on all the wood). He ended up taking in 12 ml at 5:30 and 22 ml at 8:30. After the single-digit feedings he’s been having, I’ll take it. Please, please let this be the beginning of figuring it out again.
At one point last night Emmett pulled out his feeding tube. I got a picture of him before the nurse put it back in. Seeing him without the feeding tube made me even more eager to get these feeding isssues resolved. He’s so cute with a naked face! He’s up 54 grams tonight, bringing him to 6 lbs 14 oz.