Days 2-3
Day 2
Late Wednesday night the baby was named. Thursday, Benjamin’s second full day on the outside, was busy. He was circumcised in the morning and returned to me a few hours later still sleepy from the Tylenol. When he woke up he was hungry and he latched on and nursed like a pro before falling asleep again. The pediatrician on call gave us discharge papers and even though I was worried that he wasn’t eating enough he’d only lost an ounce in the hospital. Since Sam had lost 11 ounces, more than half a pound in those first few days, I was ecstatic that Ben had done so well. Soon after we went home and spent our first afternoon together as a family.
My milk still hadn’t come in and even though I was putting him on the breast regularly Ben wasn’t eating much. His latch, though correct, was starting to become really painful. My nipples were still in tact, with no bruises, blisters or sores, but I’d forgotten how much breastfeeding hurts those first few days.
Day 3
By Friday evening my milk had officially come in. My breasts had reached epic, porn star proportions and Bob kept asking to look at them again. Ben STILL wasn’t eating enough and the engorgement was painful. My right breast, which has always been slightly bigger than the left, was clearly overachieving in the milk department and started to become hot and red. I panicked, thinking I was getting mastitis already, but after Ben nursed on that side for a good five minutes the redness faded and all was well.
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