Well, mostly. Ro-noceros has proven to be practically perfect in every way. He's the perfect bookend to our family, is soft and cuddly and makes my heart melt with his every breath. We feel so very lucky to have him home and in our arms, even if we've had to fight every moment to keep him there.
He is now 2 weeks old and we've spent nearly every single one of those days transporting him back and forth to the hospital for weight checks and sessions with the lactation consultant because he lost nearly 13% of his birth weight. We've tried everything from supplementation at the breast with a syringe to finger feeding to pumping and bottle feeding and nothing was really making a huge impact until the LC miraculously diagnosed him with a tongue-tie.
We had it corrected the very next day, but we're still struggling to help him sort out how to use his new tongue. I've begun to wonder if this is worth the battle, which is not normal for me. I'm usually far more tenacious. I just want him to be fat and happy and our 2 hour+ nursing sessions are not leaving either of us satisfied. My heart aches that this is becoming such a battle... I just want my baby to be fed!
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Hang in there and keep doing such good work! It's bound to turn around. <>
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