When I put Charlie to bed he cries. He nurses for twenty minutes, falls asleep, then when I move him to the crib he wakes up and cries bitterly. He always settles down after about ten minutes, so we figured that's just what he needed to do to get to sleep.
Ryan put him to bed tonight with a nice full bottle of formula. He went to sleep without a peep.
Pumping used to take ten minutes each time. And I'd get seven or eight ounces. Now I can hook the pump up for almost an hour and get five ounces for the first session and one ounce for the second. I have five hours of work time a day and almost two is spent distracted by the pumping.
In the morning this week Charlie has been unusually whiney but calms right down when Ryan gets him to daycare and gives him his breakfast (a whole banana and some oatmeal).
He's almost ten months old. I don't think I'll be able to make it two more months.
And how could I not know he was hungry? I feel awful.
And I'm sad.
But this is all that matters.
(Also pictured: Phent, Charlie's sleeping buddy)