Leon is three and a half months old now. He is only nursing at home, and drinking 8 ounces of formula while at daycare. He is 11 pounds, and can hold his head up super well now. He wants to sit up all the time so I bought him a seat that helps him stay upright.
He smiles and babbles all the time. He sleeps well. But he’s been chewing on his hands to the point of gagging. Fussy and red faced. I think he’s teething.
I have been drinking water and Gatorade, taking alfalfa pills, eating oatmeal, and lactation cookies. I still never feel full though. He gets enough when he eats, and I’m pumping 4oz at a time instead of my normal 1 1/2, so I’m getting a tiny stash in the freezer. I don’t understand how moms on the forums are getting 6-10oz each time they pump.
I have seen Frazia and Seth a couple times. He’s so adorable. I think they are coming over Monday to hang out. Monday night Miles’ mom is watching Leon so we can go out for sushi for my birthday. I will be 26. It’s kinda weird for me. I had this plan when I was younger to kill myself when I was 25. And in a few days, I kinda feel like I will be over this hill and will never have to worry about those feelings again. Like I won the right to living good. I don’t know how to explain it.
Frazia has to go back to work, so Leon will have to stay in daycare. But it’s okay.. I like the ladies in the infant area. Miles’ mom is going to watch him on the weekends when daycare is closed.