Dash is formula fed.

Y’all know how hard I worked to get breastfeeding established in the beginning. And I never could make enough to keep up with his voracious appetite. (Did the NICU do that to him? Sometimes I think it would be easy to blame that on them, but they have their own standards and maybe I wasn’t as diligent about it as I could’ve been.) I mean, I was lazy about getting up in the middle of the night to pump. And although I pumped at work for 3 months, one day I forgot to bring my pump and then that was really the end of that.

It became “easier” to just give him bottles all the time.  He liked them … he began enjoying the breast, but they would empty WAY before he was done.  And then he began spitting up cheesy chunks after nursing … something he never did after a bottle.

But I have a lot of problems with it still. Basically, I judge myself … for not trying hard enough. For not caring enough. He’s a second baby. I know it doesn’t REALLY matter … and yet it does. I think, would breastmilk be better for him? For his hurt little brain?

I find I am missing that close connection with him that breastfeeding gives. And yet, he sleeps 8 and 9 hour stretches at night … I have to credit formula with some of that. When we were breastfeeding, it was every 3 hours. And I value my sleep.

And then … we give generic formula. Oh, I KNOW … it’s all the same, right? It has to be, legally. Right? But yet, I can’t help but feel that again I’m somehow shortchanging him somehow … that the name brand formula would somehow aid his brain development in a way that the generic cannot. Silly intellectually … not so silly in my mamaheart.

Here’s another thing … my mom lives with us, right? So she has a LOT of interaction with him. And sometimes? I think that he thinks SHE is his mother. Sometimes I think he likes her better.

I need a nap.
and maybe a cookie.
I need to get over it.

I know how blessed I am to have my mom here, helping. I WANTED THIS. I wanted her here. I LOVE her relationship with the boys. And yet, I can’t help but feel a little jealous when she tells me Dash gives her big belly laughs when I don’t get them. (I don’t feel the same jealousy in regards to her relationship with G. I know I’m #1 on his list. There is no question.)

meh. I’ll get over it. I just … needed to get all that poison out of my head. Because it swims ’round and ’round as I’m trying to fall asleep at night. And then I wake up and my neck hurts and my dreams are filled with people chasing me. Basically, I’m a mess.