Well I managed a bit of sleep, 3 and a half hours. That's pretty good. The babe woke up so we fed and changed and he peed all over my crisp, clean night gown. That was fun.
He woke up at 4:30, after I had attempted (foolishly) a dream feed at 4, which was a success, but I think it was too close to his waking time. I will have to try a more reasonable hour today. We are all trying to transition to a normal schedule. It's hard because Brian works 2nd and I work 3rd, and the baby has no concept of time.
Between the hours of 4 am and 5 am he had 4.5 ounces and this latest feed he had 3 ounces. We are already almost a third of the way through the day in terms of food hehe what a big boy.
Brian woke up early to go to the car lot to remove all of our possessions from the now-totaled car. The auto place is only open for 3 hours on Saturday, closed on Sunday, and they are taking our car away on Monday. It's a very small time frame, and Brian is the only one who can go and do it, being as I can't drive/lift anything anyway.
I can see why mothers choose to formula feed. Not only is breast feeding a pain in the neck, but pumping is too. I hate it so much. My boobs are so big that I have to pump one at a time, and that takes up to an hour to drain both sufficiently. I get a lot of yield, but never enough it seems to have more than a day's supply (at best) on hand. I have to pump more often but I often decide I would rather sleep instead of pump.
Meh. I'm going back to bed.