These past couple of days have been super challening. Ivan is not gaining weight and breast feeding is just not cutting it. We are now having to breast feed, bottle feed, even syringe feed, and then pump. Sometimes the bottle has to be supplemented with formula which Ivan hates. He makes a big face and won't suck. Poor little guy gets tired and I don't even feel like I am enjoying him trying to get him to take on the food. The nurses and the doctors are concerned and they even mentioned a feeding tube and the hospital today.
For me this this is an emotional nightmare. I just start to cry at every weigh in when there is not enough weight gain. I also cry at home when he throws up or won't take the formula bottle. I don't think the lack of sleep helps and I love everybody who comes by but I feel a little like I need to tend to him not to them.
This story is going to have a happy ending. It is just being in the moment that is trying. I need to keep remembering Susan's card. Don't hurry the journey, at all.
Time to feed. Fingers crossed.
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