Colin has made an amazing rebound in weight. He returned to his birth weight w/in 10 days which seems a miracle with all the crazy feeding issues we have had. In less than 2 weeks of life he has been fed: pedialyte pumped through a syringe through a tube inserted into a nipple shield and sucked from the breast, a mixture of formula and pumped breast milk from a bottle, plain pumped breast milk (he couldn't latch correctly), nursed, back to pumped bottles, back to nursing, and now nursing w/a shield. He's got a mean suck and broke my skin really bad, and just about gave me an infection. The shield is great and a pain at the same time, but it is allowing me to continue to breast feed, so that's good. I never knew it would be this hard, but we seem to finally be doing something that works, but hopefully it lasts for more than 48 hours.
Colin is resistant to the rhythmic schedule I would like him to be on per Ezzo and Ezzo. He shows me time and again--I'm not the boss of him. When I want to feed him he wants to sleep--this kid lightly sleeps while he nurses 80% of the time I bet. It is a challenge to finish each time. When I want him to sleep, he wants to stay up for long stretches of time.
We have changed his diaper a record 3 times w/in 5 minutes on at least 2 occasions. He pees and leaks up and out his diapers and gets his swaddling, clothes, and liners dirty at least 1-3 times a day. My washing machine seems to run constantly. Maybe once his cord falls off we can eliminate the frequency of this w/ a snugger fit around his waist. Even with all this ranting Colin is a joy. He seems easy going most of the time, but he has his fussy periods, and he lets us know when he's mad about something. Usually in the middle of the night when he thinks it's play time.
Scott's and my parents have been wonderful helpers the last two weeks. My mom is returning Sunday to help again. I'm getting around really well in the last couple of days, but I still won't be up to the task of running my house by next week.