he's a pig, i'm a cow

and i guess that makes jeff the farmer---

starting friday night we had more projectile puking and screaming, which lasted almost the whole weekend. our baby seemed to be in serious pain but luckily usually only after eating. we were able to take him on his first boat ride which he dug until he got wet.... another story for another day-

so i called the poor nurse on labor day weekend, i felt so bad. we made an emergency trip to walmart to buy gas drops (the first 1/2 hour jeff and i have been alone in 3 weeks while grandma watched danger) and were told to come in to the doc's on tues. the appointment goes like this: we get there and dane is screaming, naturally. he gets weighed and is now TEN POUNDS, i knew he was getting bigger but holy crap. the doc comes in and does all the checks. i tell him the baby is hungry, he says ok feed him and we will talk. then the next thing out of his mouth is your feeding him too much, as i'm sitting there nursing him. i thought nice timing.... anywho i guess he is getting too much milk so he is puking out what he doesn't need. i have an oversupply issue and according to the doc i would be the perfect mom for twins. he is eating himself sick and is now acting colicky because of it (oh the irony! scroll down a bit and read the other entries, you will notice i am scared to death of a colicky baby) now i have to trick my body into thinking i'm weaning the kid, so i don't feed him to death

moral of the story: having too little milk is bad, having too much is painful for the mom and baby and anyone else in earshot