Benjamin and I have been very busy the past few weeks. Okay, not THAT busy, but busier than usual. We went to an infant developmental movement class (yes, for real, this is an actual class – a little “out there,” but fun) and learned that Ben’s favorite activity, standing (of course while one of us holds his hands), is actually bad for his development, so we have been focusing on more tummy time. He’s starting to hate it less, and dare I say, may be starting to enjoy it. Any non-scream-inducing, good-for-you activity gets a plus in my book.
Not crying during tummy time = success!
Today, we went to a local breastfeeding group, and Benjamin was the awe of the group from the moment we walked in.
Mom #1: “Wow! Look at that big boy! How old is he?”
Me: “Three and a half months.”
Mom #1: “WHOA. My son is five and a half months!” (our dear Benny completely dwarfed the other baby!)
… and later…
Mom #2: “Is he exclusively breastfed?”
Mom #2: “Really? Seriously?”
Me: “Yup, nothing else but me.”
Mom #2: “For REAL?”
I actually had way more fun than I expected at the group – everyone had little one-on-one sessions with the lactation consultants, I had some questions answered, and my mind put at ease in learning that you cannot overfeed an EBF baby. It was total nipple city, but once I was over the initial shock, it was fun to be with other moms in the same life stage, and with similar beliefs (similar in terms of breastfeeding… I’m still wrapping my mind around the discussion of placenta encapsulation – but hey, I can’t knock it unless I’ve tried it!).
Side note: imagine what kind of Google hits I will get now that this blog contains the words, “placenta encapsulation…” and, “nipple city…”
I also scored myself a badge for our first semi-public (semi as in, not in the middle of the street, but public as in, in front of people without a medical degree and people who I am not married to!) BF’ing excursion – something I never thought I would do. Okay, I swore I never would. But, with everyone else with their tops off, I figured I would be the black sheep of the group hiding under my pretty Udder Cover. (Why yes, mom, if everyone jumped off a bridge, I’d go too) Thankfully, I dressed for the occasion and Benjamin stayed focused, so I avoided any unnecessary exposure. We’ll keep that saved for spring break ‘04 (kidding, kidding…)…
The highlight of the meeting was that the leaders had a scale, so Ben was weighed for the first time since 1/27 (when he was 15 lbs. 6 oz.). Today, he was a whopping 17 pounds, 9 ounces, and I definitely lost my bet with Derek (I said he’d be in the 16s, he said the 17s). So, suffice it to say, he’s thriving off the apparent ice cream that’s coming out of my body :-).
“Who are you calling chubby?”
Hope everyone had a fabulous Super Tuesday!