Who am I kidding I wear flip flops 99% of the time... a shoe would be hard to find...

I've added another video of Lucas today and I thought I would share. He is taking a bath and I tried to be careful to not shoot certain areas of him but I think there might be a nano
second but you can't really tell. I'm not trying to pimp my baby out online. :)



Today was a pretty laid back day. Curt went to his Dad's house and Lucas and I stayed home so I could feed him 24/7. I would have loved to visit with them all but whenever I go over there I take bottles of pumped breastmilk and with the whole feeding situation having to switch back and forth from nursing to formula would just be easier if I stayed at home all day in my PJ's (which I did). I didn't want to go over there and just give him bottles because I am trying to keep my milk supply up through all of this.

Getting used to the whole formula thing is interesting. When Lucas was first born and he was sick and couldn't nurse we had to give him a couple bottles here and there until my milk really came in but it was never near as much as now. Formula poop is so much different!!! It is thicker, stinker and from a whole different color pallet! (Is if supposed to be green? When we were at the Doctor he asked {his poop} "isn't green is it?" like it was a bad thing... and now with formula it is a green color. I guess after I finish updating this I'll go google.) Then there is the hassle of all the bottles which I didn't mind that much when it was an occasional bottle when we are out. Every baby book I read while I was pregnant discussed the pros and cons of breast feeding and those of formula feeding. Now I'm have to deal with both sets of cons!

I feel like my day is now centered around feeding him. When he wakes up I put a bottle in warm water to heat it up, then I grab him from his crib, nurse him as much as possible, burp him, and try to get him to nurse a little bit more. Then I go grab his bottle while he sucks it down in what seems like 2 seconds. Then I burp him again (which takes longer after he has had his bottle for some reason) and we play until it is time to take a nap. (or if it is around noonish we also give him as much babyfood veggies as he wants... Saturday he ate a whole stage two jar and today he ate 1/2 of a stage 1 jar). Then when he wakes up the cycle begins again... but with a few green poop diapers mixed in.

Today I also got peed on for the first time. I was concentrating really hard on getting the green stink tar off of his butt when something warm hit my hand and made me jump. When I jumped Lucas jumped and then his pee went all over his upper body, hands, and cheeks. Luckily Curt was home so I called him in to clean up the pee part while I cleaned up the green part. It he hadn't been here to help I know it would have been a matter of seconds before Lucas stuck his pee covered hands into his mouth and happily chewed on his fingers. (Oh they joys of motherhood). I held open the diaper so Curt could throw in his dirty wipes and he just looked at me puzzled like "why are you showing me the green stink poop" and then he realized "ohhh put the wipes in there so we can roll it up and throw it away."

Curt's Grandpa called to see how Lucas was doing and I heard Curt say "oh everything is going to be fine he just lost 8 ounces. We'll know more Wednesday and we'll let you know." Okay granted I know he didn't want to freak his Grandpa out and there is nothing that we can do until we know more Wednesday but it drove me crazy. One it was 10 ounces... not 8 that he lost. Two it is a BIG DEAL! He has only gained a total of 2 lbs since he was born 6 months ago. By 6 months babies usually double their birth weight or come close to it. Three if it wasn't a big deal then his Pediatrician would not have said I am very concerned about his weight! If it wasn't a big deal then he would have said "oh most babies gain weight, Lucas isn't. Just feed him more see you at 9 months" No instead he sent me home with special feeding instructions and wants us back in less than a week.

And if I hear "it is just 8 ounces" one more time I think I will scream or throw something or some other rash immature outburst that I think of at the time (and I mean that in the most loving way possible). It also seems like everyone he talks to about how much I am freaking out about "only 8 ounces" has had a baby who lost weight or knows one... and I do not want to say this rudely or offend anyone because I know everyone is just trying to keep us calm and be supportive but the next thing Curt says after "it is only 8 ounces" is well "it's no big deal because (insert person's name here) lost weight as a baby." So far he has at least 4 examples for me. So sure I am a little worried and maybe a slight tad unneccesarily freaked out... but it would be nice if I wasn't in the freak out boat alone. I am not saying Curt isn't concerned about Lucas and I'm not trying to paint Curt as being unsupportive it is just like I said in a previous post he is a "fixer." Right now him not being able to fix my slight freaked-out-ness is just as frustrating to him as his "it is just 8 ounces," (which I know is coming from a good place and he is just trying in his way to say "honey don't worry it will be okay." I just hope he understands that when I throw a shoe at him that in my own way I'm just saying, "thanks babe, I know you are right."

Everyone has been so supportive and great and wonderful! Thank you! And now just because Lucas' has the most gorgeous blue eyes in the history of blue eyes here a a few pictures: