We have a big weight appointment for the little lady tomorrow.
She's been having a hard time gaining weight and actually lost too much weight so we have been working feverishly to get her back up to speed.
It has been completely exhausting since she needs to breastfeed every two hours, then I need to pump, then we need to syringe that extra milk into her mouth. By the time that whole process is done it's basically time to start again. For the first two weeks we did this 24-7. This week we were allowed to drop the pumping at night. Praise God! We are praying our efforts will be rewarded in ounces gained tomorrow.
It's amazing what lengths you will go to for your children. Even now our own parents have gone to extreme lengths to help us, their grown children, during this time. Josh's mom has spent nights with us - giving me some precious sleep time. Both sides have been bringing us meals, doing our laundry, and cleaning our dishes. Their patience and willingness to help has been invaluable.
Someone cautioned us this week that this parenting gig, fraught with worry and concern already, is a marathon, not a sprint, so pace ourselves. I can see the wisdom in this. If we continue at this pace, we'll both be completely gray and die early! But still, it is easy to worry about something you care so much about.
And this same God who takes care of me will supply all your needs from his glorious riches, which have been given to us in Christ Jesus. - Philippians 4:19
I'm off to dreamland folks. My MIL is here taking care of Emerson. It's 11:25pm and I'm just about done pumping. If I hurry I can get in a few hours of sleep before it's time to start the routine again.
It's a marathon...it's a marathon..
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