It’s been a roller-coaster week of worry, frustration and tears, but things are looking up now. I’ve been taking Justin to a breastfeeding centre every once in a while to get him weighed and to make sure he’s feeding all right, and he just hasn’t been gaining weight the way he should be, so that was disturbing. We finally switched him to formula on Friday and saw instant results: he’s back to his jolly old self, we know exactly how much he’s eating and I don’t have to exhaust myself trying to feed him every two or three hours (Chris actually enjoys being able to give the baby a bottle!) At first I felt guilty about giving up the breastfeeding (society certainly expects mothers to nurse their babies), but it just wasn’t working for any of us, and when we finally decided to switch I got an immense sense of relief. My body still thinks there’s a baby to feed, though, so I have to go through the same engorgement I went through a couple weeks back when my milk first came in, but that should clear up in a few days.

Chris is even doing the night feeds on weekends, so I was able to get a full night’s sleep last night. Life seems good again.