My milk supply seems to be running low. It has been starting to happen at night for the past few days and now it is happening in the day too.
Poor little Nic Nac is so frustrated.
But I think he is a lot smarter than me.
It really is taking me some time to learn his cues and figure out what he wants.
Case in poiont: 2 am last night.
He wakes up bang on time.
I give him the 60ml I’d pe-pumped a few hours before.
That should make him happy, I think, and put him back in the camp cot.
Ok, now what? Maybe it’s wind. I pick him up and hold him, gently pat his back and try and sooth him. He seems to calm down. Back to bed we go. I enjoy a few precious seconds of lying down and then…
I continue to sooth and repeat until I get to the point where I take him into the bed with me. This normally helps a lot.
Now he’s really upset.
But now I think I know. This is the dirty nappy cry.
“Is it your nappy, Nicky B?” (You probably think I’m insane asking a three week old a question, but when I motion to his nappy, he gives me a shy little smile.) And he doesn’t even moan as I change his nappy. He looks like a happy chappy.
And I sure am happy too. Feel really cuffed that we have figured this out. Back to bed now. Hopefully we can now get some rest.
Oh great. I can’t even remember what I did next. Soothing. Patting, dummy. I even grabbed my phone and started reading Nisha’s post about her lack of sleep with her kid. And sympathized. Hubby got up and went to the loo. I guess he is having an exhausting day today…
You are probably wondering why didn’t I just FEED him?
Well, I did have a left over 30ml that i gave him initially. The thing was, I knew my milk supply was down. I just had one precious bottle of previously expressed milk but I really wanted to keep that for the 5 30 feed. But by this point we were going on 4am anyway, so I figured, why not try and breast feed him?
And that is, in the end, what calmed him down. I have no idea how much milk he actually got, but I fed him on both sides and put him back to bed.
I had a brief sleep during which I had the weirdest dream about designing a dummy with a special cover so that it wouldn’t get dirty that would attach to your keys. I guess the mass bottle sterilization is messing with my head.
Woke up again at 530 with a prompt “Waaaaaaaaa!” and gave him that final bottle.
Sank back into sleep. Only got up again at about 8.
And then it starts all over again…..
The depressing thing is, especially in the morning, I could easily pump two 60ml bottles in one go. Now I was battling to do even a quarter of that.
I phoned my mom who suggested I pump less more often (the standard pump was around 40 mins but I have now switched to the premie which is just under 20 mins and a ten minute break in between).
At the clinic for his 3 week weigh in, he weighed just 160 g more, which isn’t bad, but could be better. The sister gave me this mixture to take for increasing milk supply: it consists of water, apple juice, rehydration drops and black current syrup and sachet.
So we now have a plan.
I just hope tonight goes better….