It’s official: I’m now a Jersey cow with fatty, creamy milk, rich enough to feed an entire village. Or at least a coffee shop.
The midwife came today to weigh Erik, and I was holding my breath as he hasn’t been putting on weight fast enough despite my ambitious feeding programme. But I needn’t worry. He has gained 180 grams in four days! I was so happy. This makes me even more motivated to keep waking him for food every couple of hours. And what a cool thought that something that I can provide, breastmilk, is enough to nurture an entire little person. No formula needed. Just mommy’s milk and lots of love.
I will keep this thought in mind that next time he has a bad latch and bites me in the nipple…
