it’s like washing a car

This is not a baby who spits up a lot– before this week, it was a little tiny leak a couple times a day.

Nonetheless, despite not having food for over an hour, as soon as I got him into a nice clean outfit, he did a stealth hurl. Mostly on his neck, because, hey, his aim isn’t so good.

Fortunately when he spits his pacifier out, it falls nipple-up usually. Cosmically, it all balances.

He likes to sit in my lap as I do things. This is how I manage to post so often!

So, pumping update! I’ve pumped almost 900 ounces since I started tracking; this probably puts me at 1000 ounces since Robin was born. I get about 24-26 ounces a day, which still isn’t enough, and I’m still working on raising it, intermittently. Meanwhile, the formula is balancing all those times I forget to add vitamin D drops to the milk. I pump 5-8 times a day (and occasionally 9 or 10)– usually around 6 or 7 when I’m not trying to stimulate more– and I get about the same amount whether I pump 5 times or 8 times. Sometimes I get less on 8 times, I think because I lose more dribbles at the end, but I think it helps out long term. Yesterday, an 8-times day, I pumped for 167 minutes. That’s 11 minutes shorter than the theatrical release of Fellowship of the Ring. In the last week, it’s been 842 minutes, which is almost 14 hours. Oh, and yesterday I ordered some fenugreek in the bulk powder cooking format, because paying for gelatin capsules at the rate I swallow them is dumb.

I like numbers.

ETA: Oh, and for your own fun with math, apparently breastmilk is 20 calories an ounce.