Feeding all my many babies
Welcome to my new home. There are still some boxes that need to be unpacked, but I think things are tidy enough for me to have guests…
Note: I had my NT scan last week. At my practice I don’t get the risk factor results until my next OB appointment, but Bunlet was very much alive, and the tech said things like “perfect” and “beautiful”, which I’d hope she wouldn’t do if there were cause for concern. And I’m pretty sure the measurement was 1.6ish (lord, my eyes are crappy), so I am hopeful. Therefore, in this post I am going to write as though Bunlet will live.
On to business. Food. It’s getting more complicated these days.
1. Although I haven’t had a chance to discuss this with my OB, I’ve heard that breastfeeding while pregnant can get hard. I’ve read that my supply might tank around month four or five, or that Bun Bun might be put off by changes in the milk. I thought this was a maybe thing, but my pediatrician said to pretty much count on it happening, and to be prepared to supplement with formula until Bun Bun’s one year old. My plan has never involved breastfeeding past infancy, but I’d been hoping that she’d magically choose to wean at about a year. I would like it to be her choice, and it looks like it won’t necessarily be. I guess there’s no point in getting upset about something that hasn’t happened. Plus which, I really can’t see myself doing tandem nursing, so perhaps even if my supply did last I’d just end up cutting her off anyway… Also my nipples are hating the whole thing more and more as they have become tender again. SIGH.
2. Bun Bun used to happily eat anything I put in front of her (except turkey, and [vegetarian] sushi), and is now considerably harder to please. There’s a lot of me making a perfectly nice thing and giving it to her and her flinging it on the floor and shrieking and trying to rip her food hat off.
For example, on Monday I made quiche, and she was desperate for it to be done.
And yet, when a delicious piece was placed in front of her, she touched in gingerly, withdrew her hand in disgust, and shrieked. I am realizing that I will have to start making some choices about how to respond to this, and how to deal with the whole FOOD thing, AGAIN. Like perhaps the FOOD thing is an iterative concern.
As it happens, I am generally happy to devour whatever Bun Bun doesn’t want, much in the manner of a wild animal. It’s Bunlet’s fault. Bunlet is always hungry, and not at all picky. Yet.