Plei, are you doing the football hold?
This?
'Sleeper'
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AW, Gud. Glad she's not making ultimatums, but sorry about the anger.
The side feeding gets way easier as your milk production evens out. And I am totally with you on rather get out of bed than use the boppy in bed
It's not a production issue, it's a boob-to-head ratio issue. When she's bigger and has more neck control, we'll be able to do it without frustrating her and killing my neck and arm. Of course, if I had an additional arm, I could prop the baby and the boob and position the nipple for latch on, and all would be well.
I football hold when I need to, but the Boppy saves me from having to do it all the time.
t /Boppy likes carrots.
Gud, I wish I had some suggestions for you. It seems like you're stuck between a rock and a hard place with this.
This?
Yeah, pretty much, but with more sitting and less running.
It's not a production issue, it's a boob-to-head ratio issue.
Ah. Since I had the c-section, by the time I tried to side nurse, I was over that particular hump.
OH, my fucking God.
Billy Idol is playing the Utah State Fair.
This is why God invented credit cards.
and Paul considers it the most useful object in the house, because it's perfect for sitting on and bouncing babygirl to sleep
The image of this just delights me. Oh, and hey! I have stuff for you, and want to socialize. And, y'know, see Tickybox.
Gud, I wish I had any helpful advice. All I can offer is my good thoughts.
Connie, RIGHT ON!
ION, kill me now. Or send morphine. I got my monthly confirmation that I'm not pregnant -- in the middle of the morning, totally unexpectedly (or, at least, I hadn't thought about what the date was) -- and I have cramps so bad that I feel like I'm going to pass out. I'd go home, but I have a haircut appointment at 5:00 right across the street. I'll tell you what I'm NOT doing, though -- I'm NOT going to the gym. Fuck that.
Closer to the earth, my ass.
ION, kill me now. Or send morphine.
So, the next time my MIL sends me a care package with the UK version of Midol that contains codeine, do you want me send a box your way?