Today while Gabe was in school, I had some returns to do at the mall. As soon as I pulled into the parking garage, Anna wanted to eat. I took my gifted "Hooter Hider" and covered the driver's side window with it and used a receiving blanket for the other. She is still little enough where the steering wheel stayed out of our way and we were quite successful. I am no "Lactivist" by any means but the breastfeeding has really grown on me, to the point where I can't stand to watch her bottle feed and she in turn hates it too. (I termed "lactivist" while I was still in NYU, and all of the "lactation consultants" were running around in hippy skirts and birkenstocks, sans make up and in tune with their "natural" self.)
So anyway, the other day, Manny started to feed her while I went to run to do something and I saw her face shrivel up and I just couldn't take it. Stop, drop, and prop her up. Manny got in his bonding afterwards, when he burped her and held her until she was good to go.
The only thing that is super rough are the nights, when she wants to eat every other hour and when we put her back in the bassinet she starts crying... She likes the warmth of being next to us but it is really hard to sleep with her; I can never get into a deep enough sleep because in the back of my mind I know she is there... She is, however, becoming a bit spoiled and knows that if she cries long enough we'll get her. Looks like we might have another "baby Gabe" on our hands!
I always debated about whether you could really spoil a baby or not, but I am convinced that by 6 or 7 weeks, they make that cry-and-they-come-to-me connection and it's all over from there!
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