Saturday, January 11, 2020
...And so sleepless nights begin.
So tired and exhausted that you feel like a walking zombie. It was a rough day. Baby lost 9% of her weight in 24 hours so that put another plan in place. Hoag is such an amazing hospital.
They assigned a lactation team to Mommy immediately and they have been on it.
We met with Megan last night and Karen today.
Karen is the Bobby Milk Whisperer.
Turns out Valentina is more of a biter than a sucker so she wasn’t extracting the needed colostrum (pre milk highly concentrated in nutrients) to feed right. And was causing extreme pain on Mommy with her biome biting ways.
We’re not there yet but we’ll be route to having Valentina understand manners. Mommy has 15 staples from the c-section and has been walking since the 12th hour of birth with difficulty. Pain is pain but she is taking it in stride.
To distract from the madness, we’ve had a steady stream of visitors. So thank you!
The best part of this is that Mom brought Alicia’s favorite shrimp tacos from the Mariscos Jalisco food truck in Boyle Heights and my campechana. For dessert, Alicia’s favorite sopes from King Taco too.
Xavi and Silvia showed up with a Don Patron 70 añejo to get the party started. Even Father Jim showed up to five Valentina a blessing and a prayer.
I reflect on how lucky we are being surrounded by love.
The beginnings of parenthood with a newborn are no joke. Especially on Mommy. But the love we are surrounded by makes it that so much easier.
Bracing for another insane night as the doctor’s warn that night three is worse.