I worried ALL day about my boy.
I could barely concentrate on orientation at work. ( not that you need to anyway)
I texted my mother all morning long. No answer.
My mind was veering to horrible images of the Pookah screaming his lungs out.
Finally, around 11(4 hours after I had fed him), my mother texted me to say he took a few “sips”.
Ok, at least he wouldn't starve, I thought. But he needs more than a few sips.
I fretted, I tried to pump but got only 2 oz from both breasts. 2oz????? You know I had to be stressed.
I did however redeem myself two hours later by pumping out 6 oz total.
But finally, around 1 pm, I got this text:
“He sipped about 2 oz”
I was never so happy in my life!!! My baby wouldn't starve!!!!!
But then I got to thinking, 2 oz in 8 hours away from his mommy??? This from a little guy who usually eats every 2 to 3 hours on the dot and sometimes more???
I rushed home, and he looked so pitiful, he was whining, gearing up for a big cry. And it stopped when he saw me.
I have never in my life felt such a rush of love as I did at that moment. I gathered him close and of course he let me know right away that he was HUNGRY!
And now, he has been passed out for the last 2 1/2 hours.
I have the feeling that it's going to be a long night………..