Month 1

This month was really a blur. I REALLY wanted to breastfeed, and it took me weeks to stop being sad and feeling guilty about this loss of bonding. However, I have wonderful people in my life that talked me through the process until I had finally moved past it. Leah was healthy, eating 2-3 ounces of formula, and completely content. I finally came to the mindset that if she was happy, I was doing okay.
Recovering from surgery, sleepless nights, constant diaper changes, and making/washing baby bottles every hour was about enough to put me over the edge! The funny thing is, Leah is a textbook baby. Trevor and I found ourselves questioning how people get through colic, gas issues, projectile vomit, etc. We were utterly exhausted with a really good baby.

I owe my survival of month 1 to the following: my husband who quickly became superdad, my mom who was my shadow in every step I took, and my family and friends (whether they brought me meals, sent me encouraging messages, or listened when I called crying and frustrated).

I survived and am ready for month 2!