Posted by: Rose's Daughter | January 25, 2010

First day back…..

I worried ALL day about my boy.

I could barely concentrate on orientation at work. ( not that you need to anyway)

I texted my mother all morning long.  No answer.

My mind was veering to horrible images of the Pookah screaming his lungs out. 

Finally, around 11(4 hours after I had fed him), my mother texted me to say he took a few “sips”. 


Ok, at least he wouldn’t starve, I thought.  But he needs more than a few sips.

I fretted, I tried to pump but got only 2 oz from both breasts.  2oz?????  You know I had to be stressed.

I did however redeem myself two hours later by pumping out 6 oz total.

But finally, around 1 pm, I got this text:

“He sipped about 2 oz”

I was never so happy in my life!!!  My baby wouldn’t starve!!!!!

But then I got to thinking,  2 oz in 8 hours away from his mommy??? This from a little guy who usually eats every 2 to 3 hours on the dot and sometimes more???

I rushed home, and he looked so pitiful, he was whining, gearing up for a big cry.  And it stopped when he saw me.

I have never in my life felt such a rush of love as I did at that moment.  I gathered him close and of course he let me know right away that he was HUNGRY!

And now, he has been passed out for the last 2 1/2 hours.

I have the feeling that it’s going to be a long night………..



  1. Awwwww……….

  2. awww man…. it’s going to be rought, but hopefully, he’ll adjust soon. =(

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