Izzy typically wants to nurse every 1 to 1 1/2 hours during the day. On a good night, I might get 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep, but that is rare. I am usually up feeding Izzy every hour or two all night long. It is exhausting. At first, I contributed his ferocious appetite to growth spurts. However, it has become apparently clear that he is not having one big continuous growth spurt. Instead, he is just a big baby. A very big baby, who likes to eat all the damn time.
I really struggled with breastfeeding Porgie, so I hate to admit this, but sometimes I resent breastfeeding. Especially in the middle of the night. Especially when Izzy eats every damn hour. Especially when he absolutely refuses to take a bottle from John. I guess the never ending demand for food is just a little overwhelming sometimes.
Yet at the same time, I love breastfeeding. I love that I don't have to get up and make Izzy a bottle 6 times per night. I love that he is instantly calmed when I pick him up. I love that I can feed him and still have one free hand to play with Porgie.
Obviously, I am a little crazy with postpartum hormones. I know I am still loopy because I had a horrible temper tantrum last week over a bowl of cereal. Yes, a bowl of cereal. But that is a story for another day...
Mr. Fatty McButter Pants