Baby Pretzel NOM NOM NOM

Baby pretzel

Turns out my maternity pillow is good for making baby pretzels, too.

The girls are doing well, with plenty of hiccups (both literally and figuratively) here and there. Nursing gets a tiny bit easier every day, especially now that I tandem nurse for most feedings. Let me tell ya, having one baby at each boob is pretty difficult. But thanks to my ever-patient and helpful husband, it’s getting done. The time savings alone is worth it. Nursing the babies back-to-back takes about an hour and a half, maybe more. So with feedings about every three hours, you can imagine it pretty much sucks (pun intended, of course). But by nursing at the same time, we get both girls fed, burped, changed and swaddled in about an hour. 

How long can I keep this up? I don’t know. I’ve been pumping to get a stash of milk saved up. I’d been looking forward to the two-week mark to introduce expressed breast milk in a bottle to save even more time, but now I’m feeling reluctant to do it so quickly when we’re just getting the hang of tandem feedings. 

I’m already starting to get anxious about going back to work. It seems so deeply wrong to go back after six or eight weeks, especially with two babies. I haven’t talked to my doctor about how much leave he’ll write a note for, and I haven’t talked to my boss at work yet to see what my options are. I hate that I have to worry about this at all. 

Physically, I’m feeling pretty damned good, aside from the fact that I’m randomly passing bloody jellyfish in the toilet and my vagina hurts sometimes. My hips/back/pelvis are starting to figure out how to walk a little better these days. I still haven’t gotten up to a decent walking speed, but I’m working on it. I also can’t squat down without screaming for help back up either, thanks to my totally f’d knees from the pregnancy. My belly pooch is smaller these days, but definitely still looks like something between a beer gut and a very low-lying early prego belly.

My boobs, meanwhile, are ROCKIN. After we’re done having kids and I cut my self to bits in an attempt to regain some youthfulness to my body, I’m so getting these boobs put in. They are spectacular, even if they do leak like milk faucets.