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More milk Mumma!

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Monday, 14 April 2014; One Year, One Week and Six Days Old.

“Ayla needs some more milk Mumma!” said the ladies at day care this afternoon when I walked in.

“Oh no!” said I.

Since Ayla started day care last week I’ve been sending her with 2x 100ml pouches of expressed milk to last her the 7 hours she’s in care.

Admittedly it didn’t look like much but it’s hard to tell how much Ayla gets when she drinks directly, and 100ml seems to be the average amount I can express in any one sitting.

But as it turns out 200ml of milk per day, plus Ayla’s evening feed her bedtime feed and her through-the-night feeds just mustn’t be enough for her growing one year old body!

To make matters worse I have been sick with Tonsilitis since Saturday (will my little family ever be all well at the same time ??) and my supply has started to dwindle; today I was lucky to get a combined 100ml from both expressing sessions!

So as a temporary supplement for breast milk, the day care mums and I decided to try Ayla on one cows milk bottle per day, which will be diluted by 50% water, at least until my milk comes back or in the worst case scenario dries up all together.

So tonight as bed time rolled around Ayla just wouldn’t settle. My breasts were empty and I damned my stupid unrelenting fever for drawing out all my body’s goodness and making my Baby Ayla hungry.

With literally not one single drop coming out, I decided to bring forward the cows milk:water trial to see if Ayla would take to it.

She did! Ayla drank the whole lot from a bottle… That I fed her! That’s two more firsts right there!

Let’s just hope her belly agrees 🙂

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A medal

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Saturday, 8 February 2014; Three Hundred and Thirteen Days Old.

All things considered, Ayla was a dream on our journey back home today.

Thankfully Ayla had somehow managed to sleep in two five hour stints last night, she even got in a 30 minute morning nap as well, so I took comfort in the fact I wasn’t boarding the plane with an overtired baby.

Just a teething, hyperactive, hungry one.

Ayla is still refusing to eat food and I’m worried I don’t have the milk she needs to keep her full and happy. I’m starting to think that might be why Ayla seems constantly on the go lately… I know that when I’m hungry I certainly can’t relax!

On the other hand, and most likely, it’s probably teething. `Ayla’s top gum is riddled with lumps and bumps and I’m pretty sure I can see four definite teeth trying to push through.

If I’m right, and Ayla has four li’l toofie-pegs coming through at once I owe the girl a medal, not a rousing!

Whatever it is though, Ayla was generally happy on the plane. I was grateful for two air hostesses with a passion for cute babies who happily held and played with Ayla during the journey, and I was grateful to a grandma from Jabiru who was next to me. Oh! And I am eternally grateful for having a spare seat in our row!