I dream of baby

tiger in a tree!

I've been having baby worry dreams pretty much since I brought him home from the hospital (I mostly dream that I'm holding the baby, and panic when I realize I can't feel him), but last night was the worst so far. This morning Clay asked me if I remembered waking him up in a real panic last night and handing him my alarm clock, and asking if he'd hold "the baby". Then almost immediately, I got even more worried and asked him where "the baby" was. Poor, poor, Clay.

I went back to the lactation specialist today. Benjamin now weighs 7 lbs 11 oz, (he only gained 2 oz from last Thursday). Babies this age are supposed to gain half an ounce to one ounce a day, so he's not getting as much as he should be. After comparing this week's results with last week, and measuring how much he should be getting at each feeding, we realized that he is getting about 2 ounces, but he should be getting three ounces. So now the lactation specialist is having me pump at least twice a day to try to increase my supply. She hopes that if I start to produce more milk, each feeding will begin to take less time (as he grows bigger and stronger). I am totally up for doing what ever it will take to get him what he needs, but it is going to be tricky to fit in two pumpings ever day along with all the regular feedings and everything else. However, I do have hopes that as he gets the nourishment he needs, he'll be less crabby.

In other baby news, Benjamin really seems to be getting more hair (looking more blond-- although not in these pictures), and his eyes seem to be lightning too.