Jonathan pointed out that my last blog post didn’t really fulfill its promise of concluding our breastfeeding saga. I doubt anyone was on the edge of their seat, but as of 11:37 tonight, Talia has been breastfeeding without any magic tricks for two weeks, three days, fourteen hours, and twenty-five minutes…or so. Indeed, when we went back for our next lactation consultant appointment, Talia had gained an ounce a day for an entire week on breastfeeding alone. So, it’s official: TALIA LEARNED HOW TO EAT. It took her four weeks instead of four days, but once we gave her that deadline, she figured it out. I guess, like her mommy, she works best under pressure.
We have to go back next Monday for a two-week check-in to make sure the trend continued, but I sense that she’s been eating well, and her head is noticeably bigger. Sooo, I guess I’ll get to breastfeed her for the foreseeable future after all. I really didn’t think it was going to work out, and, like any good pessimist, I’m still prepared for things to go wrong at any point. For now, though, I’ll consider this to be a closed issue and move on to other non-breastfeeding blog posts, as promised. Thanks for bearing with me; I’m happy to say that I’m starting to have other things to talk about again :)