Breastfeeding is frustrating.
There I said it.

Fuller and I have the mechanics of it down, but the timing… well, not so much. When he decides to shorten his cycles down to 2 hours (2 hours from the start of one feeding to the start of the next) it becomes frustrating because inevitably he has taken only a very short nap and I have accomplished nothing non-baby related- like sleeping.

And then there is the consideration, the one that I admit I always forget about, about what goes into my body also goes into his. And while what is in my body is ok, it may not be ok for him. Like cabbage. Take 2 meals of a cabbage heavy meal (it has pasta and ham in it too), process through a mom, feed to baby via breastmilk, and you get a gassy baby.

Also, I am not one of those mothers who insist that her child get always and only breastmilk. Fuller gets the occasional bottle of formula. It is so occasional that we haven’t had to go through trail and error to find the one that is right and doesn’t upset Fuller’s insides. But, when traveling I do tend to be lax and allow others to feed him while I go on little outings. So on Sunday I went to church, leaving my son with his Aunt Stina who fed him a bottle. Then that afternoon we traveled to Columbus and he had another bottle of formula. 2 bottles of forumla in one day. For a child who isn’t always forumla fed, that makes for a gassy baby.

So, we have cabbage laden breastmilk and 2 bottles of formula. What does that make for?

A really, really, really gassy baby. A really, really, really fussy baby.

Sunday night was a 45 minute scream fest. Monday was a huge diaper blowout (in the crib) that happened when McGrandpa was watching him. And last night he was still so uncomfortable that he nursed every 2 hours after 1 am. That isn’t really normal behavior considering that he has been sleeping about 6 hours at night.

Breastfeeding is frustrating.
There I said it.

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