Courtesy of Lucy Peck
Lucy had some trouble with breast-feeding early on, but Dexter has since improved his "latch skills." She's grateful that her husband, Aaron, has also been able to feed him from a bottle.
Lucy had some trouble with breast-feeding early on, but Dexter has since improved his "latch skills." She's grateful that her husband, Aaron, has also been able to feed him from a bottle. Courtesy of Lucy Peck
I'm writing this as Dexter sleeps on the Boppy wrapped around my midsection. He's become a mama's boy in the past few days. I love it.
Being home alone with our baby for the past few weeks has been ... well ... trippy. The days all run together — sometimes I shower, most times I don't. Sometimes I get a nap in the afternoon, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I get a solid four hours of sleep at night, most nights I don't. My days mostly consist of feeding, snuggling and changing our little dude. I don't want it to end.
Aaron has been wonderful. So helpful and loving. Our relationship has only grown stronger over these weeks. He's a great dad. Dexter is going to be a daddy's boy before I know it, so I'll savor these days while I can.
Courtesy of Lucy Peck
Dexter Peck has become a real "mama's boy", according to new mom Lucy. The two have been perfecting their breast-feeding techniques together.
Dexter Peck has become a real "mama's boy", according to new mom Lucy. The two have been perfecting their breast-feeding techniques together. Courtesy of Lucy Peck
I'm finally getting into the groove of breast-feeding. We had some trouble at first with Dexter's latch skills. We were both learning, and Mama got the raw end of the lessons. Blisters on your nipples HURT. I got some help from the breast-feeding expert at WIC (a federal assistance program for woman, infants and children) along with a hand-held pump to use while I healed. I totally heart WIC and all they have done for us.
I'm so glad Dexter took the bottle while I needed him to, but has come back to my breast with such gusto. I was worried at first that he would come to prefer the bottle's nipple instead of my own. The bottle was nice — Aaron got to help feed him, and that was special. Aaron was actually better at getting him to take the bottle than I was. Hmm ... maybe we'll go back to that a little bit, see if we can't make this little dude more of a daddy's boy right now.
Blisters and their remnants have gone now, and we're getting to the stage where I don't silently scream each time he latches on. I look forward to feeding him. It's a little disconcerting to look down and realize my boob is bigger than his head, but I know that won't last long. I'm treasuring these days while he's so tiny.
Lucy Peck, 27, of Logan, Utah, became a first-time mom on July 29, when she and her husband, Aaron, welcomed Dexter Aaron Peck into their lives.
I can't stop myself from smothering him with kisses every chance I get. His feet are so soft, his toes are so itty bitty, and his neck is just so darn kissable! I'm getting in as many kisses as I can now, so when he's a teenager I won't have to embarrass him too much with sloppy mom kisses.
His smiles are awesome. We know they're not really smiles quite yet, but it's sure fun to see them come and go. Once in a while he'll grin in his sleep. When he does that, I fancy I can see what he's going to look like as a toddler. Dang cute and with such a disarming smile I KNOW he's going to be trouble.
At his two-week appointment Dexter had already gained a pound since leaving the hospital — he's nearly 8 pounds now, and we can totally see the difference. His cheeks have filled out, and he's inching closer every day to getting knuckle dimples. You know, when their hands are so chubby even their knuckles have dimples? I LOVE that. Forget kisses, at that point I'll be shoving his whole hand in my mouth, it's so cute.
He loves to sleep on my chest. If he's not hungry he'll calm down right away. I like to think it's the familiar heartbeat that does it. I hum songs to him while I'm holding him like that — mostly so he feels the song as well as hears it, but also because I can't sing to him. Every time I try to sing any song to him, the words take on new meaning because of him, and I start to cry. I love this boy so much that even "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" can't make it past my lips. And so I hum instead.