Well, guess what? After lunch I tried nursing Jonah and I literally had no milk to give him. I squeezed and squeezed my boobs — no milk. I waited and waited for a let down — nothing. And poor Jonah was crying and crying. I could hear his tummy rumbling. So I tried to fix him a bottle of formula. He spits it out. Go figure. I just thought if he’s really hungry he’ll accept anything. But he just wanted my milk. And stupid me, it wasn’t until later that I figured out why he was crying so much. He was sucking and sucking, but nothing came out. Once I figured it out though, I just ate a lot late in the afternoon. And milk started coming in. And that night Jonah woke up every hour to feed, I guess to compensate for the no milk earlier that day. What a nightmare. Never again will I deprive my baby just so I could begin to lose weight! I think I’ll just forget dieting and see how only exercising will do.
For the record, I was 197 lbs. right before Jonah was born. So far in 3.5 months I’ve already lost 25 lbs. And that’s only with nursing and walking here and there. I’m at 170 lbs. right now and would like to lose another 20… but of course, not anytime soon.
What’s funny is that with Kayla, I ended up to be 196 lbs., right before her birth. And right before I got pregnant with Jonah I got down to 158 lbs., just 4 lbs. over my pre-pregnancy weight. And losing those 38 lbs. of pregnancy weight took me 2.5 years! I remember I walked a lot with Kayla almost right after her birth. But now with 2 in tow, it’s kind of tricky taking a walk. When we do take walks, Kayla now is old enough to ask to go to the donut shop. She loves the donut holes (she’ll only eat 2 and I eat the last 4). I, of course, give in because I want to treat myself to a donut after exercising
I know, I know the donut kind of cancels the calories just burnt through walking.
Before, I told myself that I will start exercising when Jonah sleeps through the night. He is not doing that yet, but I think I will have to start exercising consistently already. It’s depressing for me to wear size 16 pants (Yikes!). I had to get a whole new wardrobe just so I can feel comfortable enough through this transition phase. I would’ve shopped at thrift stores for clothes, but none here at this city, so I got some clothes at Wal-Mart. Not too bad at all. It’s really crazy how my body changes.
Even my feet! Pre-pregnancy my shoe-size was size 8. Then I had to buy a pair of size 10 during pregnancy. Now I’m a size 9.5. Crazy.
So yea. Now everytime my breasts fill up and sprays Jonah during my let-down (even though he hates the sudden shower of milk), I send up a quiet prayer to the Almighty God. It’s so amazing how God designed my body to quickly adjust to the baby’s needs. Definitely forget dieting! And hello again stationary-bike-that-we-got-cheap-because-we-know-we-wouldn’t-get-on-it-often-enough-and-won’t-feel-guilty-because-we-got-it-cheap
