Well, clearly I don’t make a good mommy blogger. Which is fine, but for how my identity has been completely consumed by this mommy-gig. And not necessarily in a bad way. It is tiring at times, snd intense, to be the sole source of food - and hence, everything - for two people. And yet totally wonderful. And apparently I’m not the only one. But I feel like I am breastfeeding with every cell in my body.
When, oh when, will I stop with the bleeding? It’s not a lot, just enough that I’m forced to wear pads all the time. Even though I don’t bleed all the time, and when I do it’s not much. But pads suck, and I’m tired of having plastic wedged between my legs.
Which makes me pity the babies, who have diapers on almost all of the time. And Miss M is so tiny (though she’s getting bigger every day!) that it seems like there’s just an overwhelming amount of diaper between her legs.* On the other hand, B-Boy has outgrown the newborn diapers and we’ve had to move him to size 1. Doesn’t sound like much, but he went from 6lb 13oz at birth to 9lb 4 or 5 oz (he was last weighed wearing clothes, so we’re guessing) in under 4 weeks. Including losing and then regaining his birthweight. And now he has fabulously pudgy baby thighs. Not to be left behind, Miss M seems to have grown chubbier cheeks and thighs somewhat overnight.
* Of course, the bulk is even worse in the cloth diapers, which we’re trying out now. I expected cloth diaper butts, but these really are bulky. And a pain in the ass so far, what with the different sizes and different folds and adding the flushable liners the diaper service requires -- it’s just a lot of layers to keep together, and hard to prep and keep handy. So we’re looking into pocket diapers or all-in-ones to see if that’ll be easier at all. Here’s hoping.