Last night, when Aaron got home from work, I was totally overwhelmed. I was basically hopping up every 30 minutes to feed or change or pump or eat or answer the phone all day. Side note on the phone thing - why is it that people I barely talk to EVER on the phone now are calling me daily? Like my father and my mother in law. AUGH!
Anyway - Aaron took charge - waited on me hand and foot, even put up Christmas lights! We were both in bed by 8 - and the plan for the evening was that I would still get up to pump every 3 hours, but we'd let Hulk sleep until he woke up. The lactation consultant had told me to wake up Hulk every 3 hours to feed, and I think that was what was killing us. Sure - the fact that I was pumping and not getting to actually FED him was there too - but Aaron just wasn't getting why we were waking a sleeping baby ever 3 hours? None of our friends ever heard of that. I thought it was because of the minor jaundice he had - but a friend whose son had SEVERE jaundice didn't even do that. So last night, even though I got up 3 times to pump, Hulk only got up 2 times. Of course. Aaron didn't manage to get any sleep... but we are getting somewhere.
The best thing?!? This morning, I fed him (from the bottle, all breast milk - so at least we have that). I then put him in his shaky seat to sleep while I pumped. I pumped for a few minutes, and he got fussy again - so I picked him up and was patting his back - he nuzzled his way down to my breast! And ate for about 10 minutes!!! I was SO excited. He was already full from the bottle - but it was great progress. I'm pretty happy.