Who knew such a little cutie could cause such heartache. It’s been a frustrating 24 hours filled with crying and tears. I couldn’t get Isabelle to suck. She would just cry and cry and pull her little head away. And her feeding time had come and gone. It was so upsetting. She was crying, I was crying. I felt so helpless…sitting there with all this milk dripping out and her refusing to drink from me but screaming and crying in hunger.

It breaks my heart to see her crying so much. I was so frustrated I about gave up and almost had Alan go out and buy formula. I ended up pumping some milk for her and eventually she got onto the breast maybe 10 hours after her last successful feeding. It worries me so much. At our last appointment with the lactation counselor she had only gained half an ounce from her previous appointment and she still only has about one or if we’re lucky two poop diapers a day.

I don’t know how to make her eat when she’s not sucking.

Here’s the finished umbilical cord hats. Now just to wash them so I can get a picture of her.

And on Isabelle: She had an appointment yesterday and she’s gained 4 oz in 4 days. But after we left the hospital Alan said the nurse forgot to take her diaper off before weighing her. So the weight gain wasn’t accurate. How much could a diaper weigh? And also she’s been much more cooperative at feedings. No more refusing to suck so YAY!! In fact a couple of times I got her on my boob without the nipple shield. And she went poop. She hadn’t gone in 3 days and who knew we would be so happy to see a poopy diaper. So basically we’re doing really good. Now if we can just get some more sleep.

Isabelle has started stretching out, her little arms flailing around uncontrollably. And she’s started making more noises besides her crying. She makes little cooing noises and little sighs. It’s adorable.