So … the formula fight? Yeah, it continues …
The good news is that Baby Boy is drinking it a little … sometimes. Not that I can blame him, of course, because it’s disgusting.
But mostly? I forget.
Or I remember but don’t feel like making it.
Or (she whispered) I choose not to give it to him because I don’t want MAH BOOBS to get SMALLERRRRR!
This whole breast-versus-bottle thing is funny. I thought all of the decision-making happened when you were pregnant or had a newborn, but really, the battle between the two continues long after that.
In some ways, formula really is easier — you can leave the house at a moment’s notice, and just throw together a bottle. No worries about pumping or leak pads or nursing covers or privacy or anything.
But in other ways (especially at home), nursing is easier — just yank down your top/bra and the baby does all of the work. Plus, you know, bigger boobs! (Yes, I’m that selfish)
These days I am torn. Torn between wanting my body back and wanting to keep my new boobs. Between kind of wanting to be done and kind of enjoying those quiet moments with my baby. Between the exhaustion but ease of just nursing Baby Boy at night and plopping him back in his crib, and extra sleep but possible hours of screaming we’d encounter if Darling Husband took over some nighttime feedings with formula.
The only real progress so far in this whole “weaning” thing? I’m not pumping anymore. Done! Finito! There are still a couple of bags of frozen milk, but I’ve been leaving formula instead during the few times I’ve gone out solo.
Other than that … I really should try to give him formula a little more often.
Reading back over this post, I sound terribly lazy. I’m not, really. I did three loads of laundry today, spent 2+ hours working on a freelance project, baked cookies, prepared breakfast and lunch, made the bed, dusted, washed the dishes, emptied the dishwasher, and hosted a playdate. I’m not lazy! I’m a very motivated person!
But when it comes to formula …