Day 5 of Life: Feed, Sleep, Feed, Sleep...

On Day 5, we had guests galore passing through and marveling at the lawn mower-sized engine Ashe had to use to pump her breasts for the sweet elixir that would bring our little boy into better health. Maciej's dream was fulfilled as Rai quickly became the apple of everyone's eye. At one point, little Rai looked up at 3 generations of mothers above him. Later, Auntie Nikki was back for feeding time and showed off her mothering skills.

The doctors told us to 'be vigilant!'. You were losing too much weight and we needed to work hard to bring your weight up, get your system going, and get you out from under those blue lights. And vigilant we were. While Ashe recuperated from her surgery, Daddy Mac woke every 2.5 hours on the dot, raided the stores of pumped breast milk, and bottle fed his little boy. Dreamily, Ashe fumbled with the lawn mower engine and pumped that milk.

"Bottle, did you say?" You loved the bottle so much that one was never enough. As one bottle ran low, your eyes darted around seeking the nearest vessel of creamy, yellow fluid. "Must have more... must have more!" We indulged your voracious appetite and soon you were downing 1 mL per second, finishing off whopping 70+ mL loads in one feeding. Well done, Rai, well done.

"Get him back on the breast! With the bottle it's like Thanksgiving every meal!" warned the Lactation Consultant later that day. Hmm... tough transtional times ahead?