A Hungry Man

Well, we have now managed to keep this guy alive for well over a month. I can’t believe how fast time is flying. We were forced to begin supplementing with formula since I was not producing quite enough food for Cooper on my own. After 3 ½ weeks, he let us know that he was just plain hungry. So, after exhausting all efforts and given the fact that our little man had only gained a few ounces since we left the hospital and was still nowhere near his birth weight, we knew it was time. I felt so guilty at the time and also felt some sort of failure. But our last doctor’s visit this week proved that we had made the right decision. Cooper weighed in at 8 lbs. 4 oz., an entire pound gain from last week. VICTORY! Now we are on to other stressors like finding some good childcare (such a depressing quest) and learning how to deal with our first major throw-up episode, which just so happened to occur in the car on the way to visit our first child care possibility. Way to go, Coop! You really know how to keep your mommy and papa on our toes! Not a moment’s rest around here, and I am learning to move at double the pace and master incredibly complex tasks one handed.