I owe you all a bit of an update on this little lady. I’ve officially been back to work over a month now, and it’s actually going really well. It took her until my fourth week back at work to take the bottle, but she did. She’s still eating less than I’d like, but we’re making up for it at night, and I’m okay with that and Adelaide’s pediatrician is okay with that.
I’m proud of the fact that she’s still exclusively breastfed. It’s definitely hard being a working mom and keeping up with pumping enough to sustain a seven month old. Not to mention I’m ravenously hungry all the time. You know when they say you’re eating for two when you’re pregnant? Forget that. Pregnant hunger does not even begin to compare to breastfeeding hunger.
Jon snatched part of my dinner the other night that he thought I wasn’t going to eat, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t hear the end of it for a week. Don’t touch my food, dude.
Adelaide still isn’t really digging solid foods yet, but we’re still offering them once or twice a day. If nothing else, she’s being exposed to different textures and tastes, so I’m happy with that progress. I figure she won’t go to kindergarten having only had breastmilk. She’ll figure it out, and soon enough we’ll be arguing over who gets the bigger portion of mac n cheese. Until then, Brady is her best friend. He’s awesome at picking up the slack at meal times.
I can’t believe my baby is seven months old. This first year is moving way too quickly.