Sunday morning

Liftoff Boy is sleeping, which he wasn't doing so much last night when it was bedtime. He's been doing a starving/sleeping/fussy combo that is associated with growth spurts. And he's in need of a growth spurt, because at 10 weeks, he's only 15 pounds! Liftoff Guy asked me when the growing would stop, and I said when LB is 25 years old or so. From what I understand.

To be fair, he slept all night through on Thursday, spent Friday day with Daddy and Daddy's best friend doing a bookstore/video store/Indian restaurant crawl and was very well behaved, slept all through the night on Friday night... But yesterday, Saturday, he was mostly home with me and kept wanting to cry and fuss. Last night LG's best friend came over again and we watched Star Trek videos and ate pizza and LB was mostly fussy. We tried to put him to bed at 9, but he was totally awake, and still hungry, so he was up again at 10, eating and cuddling, and LG finally got him to bed sometime after 10:15 or so. I think. I was so tired, I can't remember. There Kirk was, trying to save the universe from some giant planet-eating robot, and I could barely hold my head up. Then LB was up at 4am, hungry, and didn't sleep the night through. LG gets up with him though...

I'm trying to drop my 3am/4am night pump. This is a challenge. I basically have to reduce the time I spend pumping at that point, by about 2 minutes, then keep that number of minutes for a couple of days, then reduce it again. So I've had two nights in a row with it at 13 minutes, down from the 15 I'm more used to. But THEN I'm supposed to keep my first pump after dawn pump down to its usual 9 to 11 ounces, and this meant I only pumped for 11 minutes. That was at 7:30 or so, and 2 hours later, I'm really uncomfortable. I want to get these things emptied. I'm supposed to be getting my breasts on a schedule (seriously) where they will know not to make milk in the middle of the night. The reason for this is that LB is usually sleeping through the night (not last night though) and if I were actually breastfeeding him, then my breasts would have to adjust to the lack of nursing. So I'm trying to recreate this slowly, in a way that won't lead to mastitis or some other nasty thing.

Tonight I go down to 11 minutes, and I'm not sure I'll be able to handle it.

Alone for the first time

This won't be a long post, but Liftoff Guy drove out of state to rescue a friend of his who's working in a very rural area, has terrible kidney stones, no medical insurance, and no access to those sound wave kidney stone breaking-up thingies (sorry). LG will be bringing Friend home so that he can get medical treatment here, but this is a 10-hour trip each way. So Liftoff Boy and I are in the middle of our first night home alone together.

It's 4:14am. I'm up pumping breast milk (I almost typed beast milk), hoping LB will keep sleeping at least until I'm done. I'm sleeping tonight better than I expected, but we'll see what happens in the near future.

In other news, LB continues to be giant. He had a pediatrician's appointment on Wednesday and is in the 100th percentile for both height and weight. At 2 months, he's 14 pounds, 6 ounces and 24 3/4 inches long. His head is 90th percentile. He's likely to be a big guy forever apparently, because of the size of his head. He's not just growing fast, he's sort of consistently big. I don't know. But wow. He's about the right size for a 4 month old. He can also support his weight on his legs already if you help with balance, which is also a skill associated with being 3 or 4 months old, per our doctor, not two.

LB had to have an ultrasound to check his hips, just because he was breech. He was fine, but the ultrasound tech felt compelled to mention that her giant child (another 9 pounder at birth) started walking at 6 months. Walking! Please, LB, don't be THAT fast!