Real Talk

So, we've been home from the hospital for a little over a week now and baby Waylon is doing pretty great.  We had a doctor's appointment on Monday and she said everything looks great.  He gained about 4 ounces in 5 days which is right on target, and grew half an inch! He already looks older to me when I look at pictures of him we took in the hospital which is crazy to me.  I like my tiny little Sprout and it makes me a little sad he is already getting bigger.

Waylon is still a mostly peaceful happy baby.  He is starting to focus more when he looks at you and his eyes look a little lighter to me than when he was born.  Might they stay blueish-gray?  That would be so cute.  He really only cries when he's hungry or has a tummy ache and it's either the most overdramatic screaming fit you've ever heard (which makes me laugh) or this sad little baby bird noise (which also makes me laugh).  Yes, I laugh when my child cries.  Bad Mom!

Without jinxing myself, I have to say that Waylon has been sleeping pretty well.  He wakes up only once or twice a night, eats and goes right back to sleep.  Last night he slept from 1:30 to 7:00 which was amazing.  Keep it up little Sprout.

Okay, breastfeeding.  Obviously, he is eating well based on his weight gain and everything, but I have to be honest:  I hate breastfeeding.  It's not as painful as it was in the beginning but it's just not the romanticized lovely bonding experience that everyone leads you to believe that it is.  You're basically tethered to your child all the time, especially because pumping is not working for me, and I find myself watching the clock whenever he eats and counting down to when this particular round will be over.  Is that harsh and blunt and unloving?  Yes, but that's the truth and whether I enjoy it or not doesn't really matter.  I'm committed to doing it because I know it's best for both of us but I'm telling you, I can't wait for him to start eating food that doesn't come from my body.  Judge away.

How handsome is my little boy?