Just Another Day

So there's not much news to report; I did sleep for about three hours straight this morning, with some naps as well, so although we got up around 4 a.m., I'm feeling relatively well rested. I think the bedtime bath did our little man some good, even if it was his second bath that day (due to a lovely blow-out). It really shouldn't surprise me that a bath will get him ready to sleep . . . I guess I just have to figure these things out on my own. Benjamin is getting bigger. He's starting to fit into his little 0-3 outfits, and his cheeks are getting a bit chubby. It's exciting to watch him grow and change from day to day, even if it is a little sad knowing he will never be this little again. Still--he is awake more often, and we get to see his eyes open sometimes (they are still that dark blue/grey newborn color). He doesn't really interact yet, but he does smile (and giggle) sometimes in his sleep. I live for those moments. He truly is the sweetest little guy, even if he keeps me up all night. Let's talk about ye olde breast pump. It's getting pretty old. Benji is eating mostly breast milk, with some formula (he doesn't show a real preference, although he was kind-of pukey after a bottle of formula last night). He'll nurse sometimes, and he is getting better at it, but it's a love-hate kind of thing. Sometimes he takes a good half-hour to eat, and I can't really nurse him in public. So I'm pumping a lot, which is a big pain--I'm supposed to do it every 2-3 hours. I know it's good for him, but there's the little nagging voice in the back of my brain that says, "You were given formula as a baby, and you turned out all right," and there's the fact that Costco formula, even at one can per week, costs less than the pump to rent. I don't know what we'll do or how long I can keep this up . . . we'll just see. It's better to have a sane mother than to be breast-fed, right?