Our sleeping (and hungry) beauty

Warm and cozy on a winter's day

Sam is in great shape, although the midwives are a bit concerned about the depth of the butt dimple she inherited from Greg. She had a Apgar score of 9 and barely flinched during her newborn tests. I too am quickly recovering from the birth trauma and have regained all bodily functions by this point.

Sam is also breastfeeding like a champ, but I have developed the sorest nipples on the planet trying to keep pace with her hearty appetite. Even though we didn't have trouble with attachment and Sam was a strong sucker from the start, I am completely stressed about the level of pain I was experiencing. I keep requesting help from the midwives on technique, tips, and just general reassurance - some ladies are angels while the rest seem put off. I try not to feel guilty for constantly pressing the call button as no one gets everything I need in one go. Greg is patient and understanding as my anxiety level grows. I finally break down at 11pm, extremely upset that no one was taking me seriously. Sam got her 1st bottle of formula at that point and was taken to the nursery for the evening while I give my boobs and my sanity a much needed rest. I felt defeated and disappointed as I was hoping we could be discharged on Monday (the earliest the pediatrician would allow as the normal hospital stay for a vaginal delivery was 5 days).