Patience. Patience. Patience.
I’m trying but this is so frustrating. Tate took 6 bottles yesterday and today was too tired to take any (until 3 am). We attempted 4 (I did 2, the nurse 1 and Jamie 1) and he couldn’t finish any of them. He only got halfway before pooping out on us. So the 6 yesterday was obviously too much for him. The NP changed his orders to 6-8 today, which I was hoping she wouldn’t rush to do, but she did. But it didn’t really matter considering how tired Tate was. He wasn’t doing 6-8 today; he didn’t even make the 4-6.
He never latched on at the breast today either. He was awake at each feeding but more because we had woke him up for his assessment than, like yesterday, where he was up 10-15 minutes early and fussing and ready to go.
The night nurse didn’t let Jamie change his diapers, or help with his bath and then decided to tube him at 12 so that she could try to do his 3 and 6 am feedings. And, of course, he took those for her. Plus she scratched his face with her ID badge (nothing serious) and Jamie had to fill out an incident report about it. So it just wasn’t a good day.
On the bright side, he did gain almost 2 ounces today. He now weighs 6 pounds, 2.4 ounces.
“Rest in the Lord and wait patiently for him.” Psalm 37:7
Do Not Worry
10 months ago
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