Enter my second child, who never stood a chance. My boobs
were primed and ready to go. There he was, a slight little six pounder, scrawny
as can be and every time he tried to eat he was subjected to a jet stream of
milk. After a few seconds he would pull off, choking and coughing, and my milk
would go shooting across the room. Or it would spray him in the face. We went
on like this for weeks. Every night putting him to bed was a two hour saga,
because trying to eat that fast gave him terrible gas. I would spend so long
burping him that he’d be wide awake again. Then he was overtired so I would try
to nurse him more, and the whole cursed process would start over again.
If you have this problem, all I can tell you is it does get
better (around 6-8 weeks things improved, and by three months he was pretty
much golden). There were also some things I did that much improved our
situation. I fed him a bottle at bedtime, which was no extra trouble for me,
because he goes to bed at 7:00 and I like to pump before my bedtime anyway. The
rest of the day, and at night, I reclined to feed him. It’s actually possible
to do this out and about too, I would have him straddle one of my legs and eat
upright and I would lean back against a chair to semi-recline. And if you have
fire hose boobs, don’t lie down to feed your newborn. It’s tempting, so
tempting. But then they fall asleep. You start to fall asleep. And he would
wake up with the WORST case of gas. Now at 4 months I’m finally able to do this
without regretting it for the next two hours! Things are great! Until he gets
teeth…
So funny! Good job Julia!
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