Announcing Logan Scott (birth story, detailed)

On 4/8 I got up to go to work same as usual. I was 39w5d preggo. My DH
had been going to work with me as he is taking over for me during
maternity leave.

I had been having BH contrax for about a week. They'd gotten fairly
regular in the evenings, on 4/6 they had been about 5 mins apart. I
didn't think anything of them as they went away when I went to bed.

When I woke up on 4/8 I was feeling lazy, tired and vulnerable. I
sloughed out of bed a little late and when I went to get clothes out of
the dryer to wear after my shower I leaked something down my leg.

I was a little concerned that I'd just ruptured but figured I'd get
ready and go to work anyhow considering that my job was closer to the
hospital than my home, and DH'd be with me anyways.

So I said nothing to him and went ahead and loaded us both into the car
and took off towards work. I started having a few minor contrax like I'd
been having the last week while driving. I realized halfway down our
hill that I hadn't remembered to pick up my water bottle on the way out
the door and I asked DH if he'd by chanced grabbed it for me and when he
said no I started bawling. (Not usual behavior, lol.)

DH looked at me funny. We kept driving to work. I started realizing that
I was leaking more as I was sitting there. It was really goopy kind of
liquid. I made some offhand mention to DH about it but was still myself
unconvinced. He was like "ok" and didn't say anything else.

When we pulled into work we got out of the car (me taking a bit longer)
and walked in the lobby to take the elevator to our floor. I was leaking
a LOT and made a stop into the restroom first. I wiped and it was
mucousy, with a little spot of red blood, and there was a lot of clear
fluid. I thought "ok... " and went out and told DH that I thought we
should go back to the car and call the maternity center instead of going
to work.

He was all business about it as we sat back down in the car, I pulled
out my cellphone and called the maternity center. I told them I thought
my water had broke and wanted to go in and get checked out. They told me
to come right in - I was GBS+ so needed antibiotics right away if they had.

So DH went up and told the boss that we weren't going to be going to
work, etc. When he got back to the car he looked a little faint and
giggled nervously and told me that as soon as he'd left sight of me he'd
started feeling faint and seeing spots and had a hard time articulating
the situation to our boss. But now that he was back with me he felt
fine. Funny. (I still think that's one of the sweetest things he
could have said to me...)

I drove to the maternity center and we waited for a room. I was still
leaking. Yuck..

The nurse took me back and checked my cervix. She said she was expecting
a gush of fluid to come out when she pushed on it and so forth and since
it didn't happen she was uncertain I'd ruptured. I asked her couldn't
she just swab and do a microscope check to see if there were amniotic
fluid present? She said she had to have some fluid available first. :P I
told her my underwear were soaked in the bathroom if she wanted to check
those. :P Instead she said I should put on a pad and gown and walk
around for an hour and then she'd come back and check the pad.

Well I did that... and instead of just soaking the pad I gushed a big
ton of fluid all over the floor. I pinged the nurse and when the on duty
nurse came in the room I said, "There was a question as to whether my
water had broke," and pointed to the large puddle on the floor. She
looked at me kinda shocked and dropped a towel on it and said, "Ok" and
left.

So they admitted me, started me on some penicillin, and hooked me up to
the contraction and baby monitors.

I was still only 2cm and 60% effaced at initial exam and my contrax were
very mild and 3 mins apart. I arrived at the birthing center at 9am and
by 4pm I had only progressed to 3cm and 80% effaced. Because of the GBS
they ordered pitocin to augment labor. In my birth plan I had wanted
lowest intervention with no pain meds and no pitocin and so forth... but
I agreed because I was also worried at the lack of progress. During all
this the baby's rates looked great though, except he kept hiding himself
from the monitor!

So they started me at a pit of 2 and worked up to 12 before they saw
patterns they liked. At this point though whenever I changed positions
from a reclined laying down position, my contrax would roll together
into one long session and I was having a lot of back pain. They assumed
the baby was posterior and told me to do pelvic rocking and so forth to
turn him. I did all this and was still experiencing back pain which
increased in severity as I went along.

By 6:30pm we checked my cervix again and I had not progressed at *all*.
I was still 3cm and 80% effaced. They put in one of this intrauterine
contraction monitor strips to get a better picture of why.

The on call doctor came in to see me around midnight and checked me
again. I had not progressed although my contrax had gotten longer and
more painful. I had not progressed *at all*.

At this point they started mentioning epidural and saying that alot of
women would progress fast if they got one. I was in a lot of pain, had
been laboring for 15 hours already and wanted to see progress! If I had
been progressing at all I would have toughed it out but I knew they were
right about the epi, so consented to have one. So I got one at 2:27 am
while my husband snoozed on the day bed (exhausted from running all over
creation that day cleaning up for a deadline at work, notifying family
members, getting stuff for me and so forth). The procedure of getting
the epidural was strange (I laughed when the guy said "you'll feel a
mild electrical shock" - what the heck? a mild electrical SHOCK? lol)
but not really bothersome. It immediately knocked out my back pain and I
retained an astonishing amount of mobility despite the pain relief.

I snoozed for a couple of hours after that. When I woke up the nurse
said my contrax had settled into a very reassuring pattern and that the
baby's heart rates indicated head compression which meant he should be
moving farther down the birth canal. I was very happy to hear this and
asked when they'd check my cervix again. I was told that my OB would be
coming into see me before her normal work day, around 7:30.

When she came in at 7:30 she checked my cervix and I had progressed to
6cm and almost completely effaced. They could feel the baby's head
although he was still at minus 2 station. There was some moulding and
they felt hair! The dumb nurse which was covering me at that time had
thought his head was a 2nd sack and had scratched the top of it... the
doctor said "No I felt hair"! (My baby has a scratch on the top of his
head!)

So they reassured me and said that they'd come check me again around
noon and that I should be progressing steadily from then.

I was so relieved to hear this, but they did note that if I was not
progressing that they'd probably want to start discussing c-section. (By
noon I would have been laboring with ruptured membranes for 29 hours.)

So the doctor came in and checked me about 11:30. She said I had stalled
at 6cm. Furthermore the baby's heart rate had started dipping after
contractions. I was informed that it was ok for him to dip during, but
not AFTER contractions, and that it was a sign he was getting very
tired. My doctor told me that if I started progressing right that
minute, it could be 4 hours before I was in pushing and 2 hours of
pushing after that, and she was not confident that baby had enough
reserve left in him to make it that long.

At this point I was ready to bawl big elephant tears all over the place
because I knew she was right. I shared her opinion on the matter and
even though I hated it and it was not at all what I wanted to hear, I
had been in labor for 29 hours with ruptured membranes and my baby was
at increasing risk.

So I consented to a c-section.

After that it all happened very fast. At 12 pm they wheeled me into the
OR. It was a whirlwind of activity. There was a strange buzzing machine
noise when they first got me there that really messed up my ability to
process thought for the first few minutes. It went away and I got spread
out on the table in a crucifixion pose, my legs strapped down and my
epidural pumped full of stronger meds. My DH stood in good view of the
table so he could get a picture of the baby as soon as it came out. I
had also signed a form allowing the teenage daughter of one of the
anasthesiologists to be present to view the operation as she had
aspirations to be an OB nurse and wanted to see what it was really like
before she made up her mind.

They told me I'd be short of breath and might shake or feel anxious
because of the meds. None of that happened during the surgery.

It was really weird feeling them manipulate me like that, no pain at all
just strange sensation. Suddenly my doctor said "Your son is here, look
up" and I saw this little bloody baby though the window in the curtain
and she said, "All the blood on him is yours". Along with her everyone
made mention of how big he was. I heard my DH suddenly say "My mother is
an idiot!" because he was using her digital camera and her memory card
was full (she had apparently given him a memory card with only 9 free
pictures and hadn't told him that first).

I saw the doctor had the baby over to the nurse and he GRABBED out and
held onto her stethescope. I giggled through my sudden burst of tears
and watched as she set him down in the warmer, cleaned him up, measured
and weighed him. I heard them say he was 21 inches long with a 15" head
circumference and the nurse said, "Did you know you were having a
toddler?" my OB said, "Anyone would have had trouble pushing out that
head," and then I waited to hear the weight.

9 lbs 7 oz! A big boy all 'round.

He barely cried. He screamed a bit when they poked his heel and gave him
his shots but as soon as he was swaddled and they handed him to DH he
made no other peeps except a few coos. DH came and sat down next to me
and the baby was so alert - his eyes were wide open and he was licking
his lips, opening his mouth and rooting already with much vigor. The
nurse and anasthesiologist mentioned how he was so very alert and active
and everyone kept saying how beautiful he was. I already knew that. He
was the most beautiful thing in the world. I disoldged my o2 sensor and
messed up several blood pressure tests in a row involuntarily clenching
my hands into fists and reaching out to touch the baby without evening
knowing it.

He barely had any vernix on him at all. He was extremely well baked and
ready to show his face.

They sewed me up and my doctor made comment that my treatment for PCOS
must have gone very well because my ovaries looked completely normal.

They wheeled me back to my room with DH carrying the baby which we'd
agreed in the OR would be named Logan Scott.

They plopped me down in my bed where I had to stay completely prone for
one hour. (No sitting up even a little.) The nurse on duty came in and
held the baby to my breast for a first breastfeeding. Logan fussed for
about 2 seconds and then figured out immediately what he was supposed to
do. He was the most natural feeder in the world - he knew what he was
doing! Good thing one of us did...

DH came in and said something and Logan immediately detached and swung
his head around in that direction. He knows his daddy!

To make the rest of this story shorter, the end results of a 3 day stay
in the hospital show that I am healing very well from my surgery, with
mild pain levels adequately handled by ibuprofen and very low doses of
percocet. Logan's apgars were 9's, his hearing test passed beautifully,
his vitals are great (although I never knew how sensitive a newborn's
body temperature is to fluctuations!!), he is alert, calm, friendly, and
A+ to my O- so has a very mild case of jaundice which is just under the
threshhold of treatment so has to be monitored every day for a little
while until it goes away. But he eats like a trooper and has made much
more than the required dirty diapers so nobody is worried.

My only problem now is when to find time to sleep. I got about 4 hrs
total of sleep since his birth and am at the point where I pass out if
given half a chance. When I got home today I got him settled happy in
his bassinet (he has been known to sleep 4 hour shifts already, or just
stay there happily cooing for an hour or so after waking up) and the
minute I closed my eyes I passed out and didn't wake up until DH walked
in and said something to me. I thought 5 minutes had passed but it was
in reality an hour.

Also Logan has started marathon feeding sessions where he is
inconsolable if he doesn't feed for 3-4 hours solid. He has also had a
couple of frantic crying sessions that have no discernable cause or
treatment and which he must simply cry through (4-5 minutes) before he
allows himself to be soothed.

My milk has not come in yet but his stool has turned from black meconium
to a dark green so DH is convinced that means my milk will come in just
'round the corner. I certainly hope so because I am very very tired of
the marathon feeds.

It has also been a big challenge to get a good latch and feed position
with the c-section incision causing certain positions to be unavailable
because of pain. I had mastered the football hold in the hospital bed
but it is not that available here at home, I've found out. So I have
moved to using the boppy pillow which is clunky to use while you are
sore. Logan's temperature also got very high today which once I was able
to lower it by stripping him and holding him under a ceiling fan for a
few minutes I assumed was because of the long car ride home in the
heat... but I worry about his temperature changes because I worry he may
be having some underlying infection I don't know about.

But I take him into see his pediatrician tomorrow.

I am so exhausted... sleep now maybe?

I have the most beautiful new baby in the world

Shena Delian O'Brien wrote in message
I have the most beautiful new baby in the world

Congratulations Shena and family. Welcome to the world Logan. )
--
Sue (mom to three girls)
I'm Just a Raggedy Ann in a Barbie Doll World...

What a wonderful, sweet story! Congratulations!!



Carla
#1 EDD 5/14/04

Congrats Shena!! An absolutely wonderful birth story!! You are doing so
well! Get some sleep Mama!
Kat
Mama to Maggie 11/03/01
and Will 02/10/04



"Shena Delian O'Brien" wrote in message
news3vec.18720$xn4.34629@attbi_s51...
On 4/8 I got up to go to work same as usual. I was 39w5d preggo. My DH
had been going to work with me as he is taking over for me during
maternity leave.

I had been having BH contrax for about a week. They'd gotten fairly
regular in the evenings, on 4/6 they had been about 5 mins apart. I
didn't think anything of them as they went away when I went to bed.

When I woke up on 4/8 I was feeling lazy, tired and vulnerable. I
sloughed out of bed a little late and when I went to get clothes out of
the dryer to wear after my shower I leaked something down my leg.

I was a little concerned that I'd just ruptured but figured I'd get
ready and go to work anyhow considering that my job was closer to the
hospital than my home, and DH'd be with me anyways.

So I said nothing to him and went ahead and loaded us both into the car
and took off towards work. I started having a few minor contrax like I'd
been having the last week while driving. I realized halfway down our
hill that I hadn't remembered to pick up my water bottle on the way out
the door and I asked DH if he'd by chanced grabbed it for me and when he
said no I started bawling. (Not usual behavior, lol.)

DH looked at me funny. We kept driving to work. I started realizing that
I was leaking more as I was sitting there. It was really goopy kind of
liquid. I made some offhand mention to DH about it but was still myself
unconvinced. He was like "ok" and didn't say anything else.

When we pulled into work we got out of the car (me taking a bit longer)
and walked in the lobby to take the elevator to our floor. I was leaking
a LOT and made a stop into the restroom first. I wiped and it was
mucousy, with a little spot of red blood, and there was a lot of clear
fluid. I thought "ok... " and went out and told DH that I thought we
should go back to the car and call the maternity center instead of going
to work.

He was all business about it as we sat back down in the car, I pulled
out my cellphone and called the maternity center. I told them I thought
my water had broke and wanted to go in and get checked out. They told me
to come right in - I was GBS+ so needed antibiotics right away if they
had.

So DH went up and told the boss that we weren't going to be going to
work, etc. When he got back to the car he looked a little faint and
giggled nervously and told me that as soon as he'd left sight of me he'd
started feeling faint and seeing spots and had a hard time articulating
the situation to our boss. But now that he was back with me he felt
fine. Funny. (I still think that's one of the sweetest things he
could have said to me...)

I drove to the maternity center and we waited for a room. I was still
leaking. Yuck..

The nurse took me back and checked my cervix. She said she was expecting
a gush of fluid to come out when she pushed on it and so forth and since
it didn't happen she was uncertain I'd ruptured. I asked her couldn't
she just swab and do a microscope check to see if there were amniotic
fluid present? She said she had to have some fluid available first. :P I
told her my underwear were soaked in the bathroom if she wanted to check
those. :P Instead she said I should put on a pad and gown and walk
around for an hour and then she'd come back and check the pad.

Well I did that... and instead of just soaking the pad I gushed a big
ton of fluid all over the floor. I pinged the nurse and when the on duty
nurse came in the room I said, "There was a question as to whether my
water had broke," and pointed to the large puddle on the floor. She
looked at me kinda shocked and dropped a towel on it and said, "Ok" and
left.

So they admitted me, started me on some penicillin, and hooked me up to
the contraction and baby monitors.

I was still only 2cm and 60% effaced at initial exam and my contrax were
very mild and 3 mins apart. I arrived at the birthing center at 9am and
by 4pm I had only progressed to 3cm and 80% effaced. Because of the GBS
they ordered pitocin to augment labor. In my birth plan I had wanted
lowest intervention with no pain meds and no pitocin and so forth... but
I agreed because I was also worried at the lack of progress. During all
this the baby's rates looked great though, except he kept hiding himself
from the monitor!

So they started me at a pit of 2 and worked up to 12 before they saw
patterns they liked. At this point though whenever I changed positions
from a reclined laying down position, my contrax would roll together
into one long session and I was having a lot of back pain. They assumed
the baby was posterior and told me to do pelvic rocking and so forth to
turn him. I did all this and was still experiencing back pain which
increased in severity as I went along.

By 6:30pm we checked my cervix again and I had not progressed at *all*.
I was still 3cm and 80% effaced. They put in one of this intrauterine
contraction monitor strips to get a better picture of why.

The on call doctor came in to see me around midnight and checked me
again. I had not progressed although my contrax had gotten longer and
more painful. I had not progressed *at all*.

At this point they started mentioning epidural and saying that alot of
women would progress fast if they got one. I was in a lot of pain, had
been laboring for 15 hours already and wanted to see progress! If I had
been progressing at all I would have toughed it out but I knew they were
right about the epi, so consented to have one. So I got one at 2:27 am
while my husband snoozed on the day bed (exhausted from running all over
creation that day cleaning up for a deadline at work, notifying family
members, getting stuff for me and so forth). The procedure of getting
the epidural was strange (I laughed when the guy said "you'll feel a
mild electrical shock" - what the heck? a mild electrical SHOCK? lol)
but not really bothersome. It immediately knocked out my back pain and I
retained an astonishing amount of mobility despite the pain relief.

I snoozed for a couple of hours after that. When I woke up the nurse
said my contrax had settled into a very reassuring pattern and that the
baby's heart rates indicated head compression which meant he should be
moving farther down the birth canal. I was very happy to hear this and
asked when they'd check my cervix again. I was told that my OB would be
coming into see me before her normal work day, around 7:30.

When she came in at 7:30 she checked my cervix and I had progressed to
6cm and almost completely effaced. They could feel the baby's head
although he was still at minus 2 station. There was some moulding and
they felt hair! The dumb nurse which was covering me at that time had
thought his head was a 2nd sack and had scratched the top of it... the
doctor said "No I felt hair"! (My baby has a scratch on the top of his
head!)

So they reassured me and said that they'd come check me again around
noon and that I should be progressing steadily from then.

I was so relieved to hear this, but they did note that if I was not
progressing that they'd probably want to start discussing c-section. (By
noon I would have been laboring with ruptured membranes for 29 hours.)

So the doctor came in and checked me about 11:30. She said I had stalled
at 6cm. Furthermore the baby's heart rate had started dipping after
contractions. I was informed that it was ok for him to dip during, but
not AFTER contractions, and that it was a sign he was getting very
tired. My doctor told me that if I started progressing right that
minute, it could be 4 hours before I was in pushing and 2 hours of
pushing after that, and she was not confident that baby had enough
reserve left in him to make it that long.

At this point I was ready to bawl big elephant tears all over the place
because I knew she was right. I shared her opinion on the matter and
even though I hated it and it was not at all what I wanted to hear, I
had been in labor for 29 hours with ruptured membranes and my baby was
at increasing risk.

So I consented to a c-section.

After that it all happened very fast. At 12 pm they wheeled me into the
OR. It was a whirlwind of activity. There was a strange buzzing machine
noise when they first got me there that really messed up my ability to
process thought for the first few minutes. It went away and I got spread
out on the table in a crucifixion pose, my legs strapped down and my
epidural pumped full of stronger meds. My DH stood in good view of the
table so he could get a picture of the baby as soon as it came out. I
had also signed a form allowing the teenage daughter of one of the
anasthesiologists to be present to view the operation as she had
aspirations to be an OB nurse and wanted to see what it was really like
before she made up her mind.

They told me I'd be short of breath and might shake or feel anxious
because of the meds. None of that happened during the surgery.

It was really weird feeling them manipulate me like that, no pain at all
just strange sensation. Suddenly my doctor said "Your son is here, look
up" and I saw this little bloody baby though the window in the curtain
and she said, "All the blood on him is yours". Along with her everyone
made mention of how big he was. I heard my DH suddenly say "My mother is
an idiot!" because he was using her digital camera and her memory card
was full (she had apparently given him a memory card with only 9 free
pictures and hadn't told him that first).

I saw the doctor had the baby over to the nurse and he GRABBED out and
held onto her stethescope. I giggled through my sudden burst of tears
and watched as she set him down in the warmer, cleaned him up, measured
and weighed him. I heard them say he was 21 inches long with a 15" head
circumference and the nurse said, "Did you know you were having a
toddler?" my OB said, "Anyone would have had trouble pushing out that
head," and then I waited to hear the weight.

9 lbs 7 oz! A big boy all 'round.

He barely cried. He screamed a bit when they poked his heel and gave him
his shots but as soon as he was swaddled and they handed him to DH he
made no other peeps except a few coos. DH came and sat down next to me
and the baby was so alert - his eyes were wide open and he was licking
his lips, opening his mouth and rooting already with much vigor. The
nurse and anasthesiologist mentioned how he was so very alert and active
and everyone kept saying how beautiful he was. I already knew that. He
was the most beautiful thing in the world. I disoldged my o2 sensor and
messed up several blood pressure tests in a row involuntarily clenching
my hands into fists and reaching out to touch the baby without evening
knowing it.

He barely had any vernix on him at all. He was extremely well baked and
ready to show his face.

They sewed me up and my doctor made comment that my treatment for PCOS
must have gone very well because my ovaries looked completely normal.

They wheeled me back to my room with DH carrying the baby which we'd
agreed in the OR would be named Logan Scott.

They plopped me down in my bed where I had to stay completely prone for
one hour. (No sitting up even a little.) The nurse on duty came in and
held the baby to my breast for a first breastfeeding. Logan fussed for
about 2 seconds and then figured out immediately what he was supposed to
do. He was the most natural feeder in the world - he knew what he was
doing! Good thing one of us did...

DH came in and said something and Logan immediately detached and swung
his head around in that direction. He knows his daddy!

To make the rest of this story shorter, the end results of a 3 day stay
in the hospital show that I am healing very well from my surgery, with
mild pain levels adequately handled by ibuprofen and very low doses of
percocet. Logan's apgars were 9's, his hearing test passed beautifully,
his vitals are great (although I never knew how sensitive a newborn's
body temperature is to fluctuations!!), he is alert, calm, friendly, and
A+ to my O- so has a very mild case of jaundice which is just under the
threshhold of treatment so has to be monitored every day for a little
while until it goes away. But he eats like a trooper and has made much
more than the required dirty diapers so nobody is worried.

My only problem now is when to find time to sleep. I got about 4 hrs
total of sleep since his birth and am at the point where I pass out if
given half a chance. When I got home today I got him settled happy in
his bassinet (he has been known to sleep 4 hour shifts already, or just
stay there happily cooing for an hour or so after waking up) and the
minute I closed my eyes I passed out and didn't wake up until DH walked
in and said something to me. I thought 5 minutes had passed but it was
in reality an hour.

Also Logan has started marathon feeding sessions where he is
inconsolable if he doesn't feed for 3-4 hours solid. He has also had a
couple of frantic crying sessions that have no discernable cause or
treatment and which he must simply cry through (4-5 minutes) before he
allows himself to be soothed.

My milk has not come in yet but his stool has turned from black meconium
to a dark green so DH is convinced that means my milk will come in just
'round the corner. I certainly hope so because I am very very tired of
the marathon feeds.

It has also been a big challenge to get a good latch and feed position
with the c-section incision causing certain positions to be unavailable
because of pain. I had mastered the football hold in the hospital bed
but it is not that available here at home, I've found out. So I have
moved to using the boppy pillow which is clunky to use while you are
sore. Logan's temperature also got very high today which once I was able
to lower it by stripping him and holding him under a ceiling fan for a
few minutes I assumed was because of the long car ride home in the
heat... but I worry about his temperature changes because I worry he may
be having some underlying infection I don't know about.

But I take him into see his pediatrician tomorrow.

I am so exhausted... sleep now maybe?

I have the most beautiful new baby in the world

"Shena Delian O'Brien" wrote in message

I have the most beautiful new baby in the world

Congratulations, and welcome Logan! Enjoy the baby days!
--
Marnie
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"Shena Delian O'Brien" wrote in message
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Congratulations and welcome to the world Logan! Great birth story.

Nadene

Thanks for a great birth story, Shena! Congratulations and I sure hope you
get some rest!
Cheers,
Alexis
EDD 4/21/04
Beanie #1

"Shena Delian O'Brien" wrote in message
I have the most beautiful new baby in the world

congrats!
you deserve the most beautiful baby after what you went threw!
enjoy it, it goes so fast!
and it sounds like he already has a jump on the world being so alert
already.
your ob was funny when she made the toddler comment.
i would have ripped myself opened just laughing at that one!

good luck!

Congratulations, Shena!

Welcome to the world, little Logan! :-)

--
Brigitte aa #2145
http://www.babiesonline.com/babies/j/joshuaandkaterina/
http://www.babiesonline.com/babies/i/isabellazora/

"Readers are plentiful; thinkers are rare."
~ Harriet Martineau

"Shena Delian O'Brien" wrote in message
snip

Big congratulations to you and your family and welcome to baby Logan!
What a big little guy! Sounds like your birth had some
challenges--thanks for sharing the whole story.

My milk has not come in yet but his stool has turned from black
meconium
to a dark green so DH is convinced that means my milk will come in
just
'round the corner. I certainly hope so because I am very very tired of
the marathon feeds.

I'm not positive, but I believe real milk replaces the colustrum
somewhat gradually, so he is probably getting some colustrum-y milk now.
I've also read that well-cooked, big babies are often more voracious at
the breast in the early days and very vigorous about trying to get the
milk to come in! Stick to it and it will get easier soon! DS was latched
constantly for a while! On the evening of the day after he was born I
started to see some white bubbles at the corners of his lips while he
was nursing, which gave me hope that my milk was coming. By the next
morning, I had a lot less doubt as my breasts looked much different! I
didn't start feeling let-down sensations until he was about 2 weeks old
(give or take a few days--it all blurs so quickly), but have continued
to feel them *very* strongly ever since.

But I take him into see his pediatrician tomorrow.

I am so exhausted... sleep now maybe?

I have the most beautiful new baby in the world

That's so great! Now go take a nap :-)

--
Em
mama to L-baby, 6.5 months old