Last night, R decided to try to let me sleep through the night by waking up every time Tempe got up. It was a really sweet gesture and while I was still tired in the morning, because ignoring a baby cry isn’t something moms are good at doing, I wasn’t tired, tired. He on the other hand was exhausted so when I got up, I took Tempe and let him sleep for a solid few hours. He wasn’t happy about it but he needed it. He doesn’t deal with sleep deprivation as well as I do. I suppose that’s a mom thing as well.
I ended up not being able to pump right at the 2 hour mark because I was taking care of Tempe but decided I still wanted to keep on schedule so I pumped when I was able to and then less than an hour after as that’s when I would have been due to pump again. Surprisingly, I got more milk then I ever have and I had 3 let downs! To say that I was excited is an understatement. I feel like there’s so progress and maybe an end in sight, but I’m still trying to keep things realistic.
Now, I’m sitting here with my hands free pumping bra waiting for 10 minutes to go by so I can start pumping again. This is what is called power pumping. You pump for 10 minutes and then stop for 10 and then resume. It’s supposed to mimic cluster feeding and help with your supply. Thus far, I’m not getting much out and I’m trying not to be discouraged. I got quite a bit out the last round so I’m hoping it just means it’s going to signal my body to produce even more milk.
Now the hard part: sticking to my guns with their pediatrician on Tuesday with my decision to exclusively pump. It’s not that she’s bully me, though at times it seems that way, but I think I’m just apprehensive because it’s my babies’ doctor telling me I should be doing this when instead I’m doing something else entirely. Still, I think this is the best choice for us and I refuse to let anyone bully me out of changing my decision.
Wish me luck.