Funny how your fantasies don’t always pan out in real life

Forgot to mention about the last lactation visit…

Silas weighed a whopping 8 lbs 6 oz, meaning in 6 ½ weeks he’d gained nearly 3 ½ pounds.  Absurd!  I better cut back on the Bluebell Café con Leche ice cream or Jonathan’s going to serve him up for Thanksgiving dinner! 

Also, Jonathan joined me in one of the private rooms after getting his chest x-rayed over in the main part of the hospital (after a month-long cold/cough, the doctor was ruling out pneumonia).  Right after he arrived we had to change Silas’ diaper so I asked him to get the wipes out in the stroller in the large outer room.  

“No – I’m not going out there again,” he said.

 “What?  Just go get them.  I don’t have my shirt on!” I said.  (I was still at the Strip-Half-Naked-For-Nursing-So-I-Can-See-What-The-Heck-I’m-Doing phase… and between feeding Silas 6-7 times a day, the frequent spit-ups, and the occasional puke, it’s a wonder I ever dress at all.  I mean, why bother?)

Jonathan glanced over at the Lactation Specialist, then back at me, and muttered, “It’s best I don’t go out there.”

Fine.  I handed Silas to Jonathan, put on my shirt, and opened the door.

Then I laughed.  There was a class for new mothers and their babies in the large outer  room.  New mothers with their babies means lots of nakedness because none of us know what the heck we’re doing. 

It was a Human Dairy Farm out there.

And he’d had to walk right through it to get to our room.