Just like that, I’ve got a six-week-old. And not just that, but I’ve got a new address and a new job. So you can forgive me for not being around as much as I had been. If you can’t forgive me, well then why are you reading this?
There’s a lot to cover in six weeks of baby-raisin’, but I’ll tackle those over a few posts. This is just a quickie to make sure that I haven’t completely lost everyone. I figured I’d entice you to stick with me by including a dose of adorable.
The biggest thing out of the first six weeks was the first of our prenatal plans to go bye-bye: Breastfeeding. We gave it the best shot we could, but when the kid was about four weeks old and under his birth weight, something obviously wasn’t working. After several late night meltdowns and hours-long feeding sessions, we made the change over to formula. I’d like to think that if there were actual resources and help available to us where we were living, it wouldn’t have gone down quite the same way. But things are what they are, and we ended up having to adjust on the fly. Parenting, yo.
On the plus side, it means that we both end up getting a little more sleep because we can trade off feeding. We refuse to feel like this is a failure*. We tried. We did everything we could. We utilized every resource that was available to us in the middle-of-fracking-nowhere. And we decided we didn’t want our kid to starve.
*Suck it, militant breastfeeders. You can’t make us feel bad about this.
In the course of changing over, we ran across articles about a study that said breastfeeding doesn’t actually make any difference in brain development in kids. It said that links previously made between breastfeeding and brain development were probably due more to the fact that “brighter women” tended to breastfeed more often, and that “brighter women” tended to encourage intellectual development in their kids. I think Karli is a “bright woman,” so I’m thinking that Squatch isn’t going to miss out on college now just because we started giving him formula.
Sure, breastfeeding is best. Except for not starving your kid. That’s really best.
Now that I’ve got internet again, you can expect that birth story soon. Plus a post on diapers. And other good stuff to come out of the Squatch-rearing. For now, though, a reminder from Squatch to smile and be happy.