Having weathered the storm of mastitis last week (without needing the antibiotics, yay!), my new problem (because there had to be one) was reduced milk production. Apparently, this is a temporary and very common side effect of mastitis, and there are about eight billion things that people recommend you do to get your supply back up to par. Some of these things are inconvenient and/or quite unpleasant, but one idea that I didn’t see any harm in looking into (in spite of the off-putting name) was lactation cookies.
Yes, baking and eating curative cookies are tasks that fit nicely with my skill set, so I found a recipe that included chocolate chips and got to work. I’d like to tell you that my cookie jar is full of freshly baked galactagogue cookies (a cooler, more futuristic sounding name for them), but it’s not because it’s been a couple of days. They’re pretty much gone now, of course. I cannot tell you with any certainty whether bolstering my diet with magic cookies actually increased my milk supply, but they were delicious, my son is gaining weight, and I didn’t have to share them because my husband doesn’t want to eat things with “lactation” in the name, so overall I feel that the venture was a success.
Not so successful has been the baby guy’s napping schedule. Though he’s been sleeping much better at night (we’re back to 2 wake-ups between 10 pm and 6 am for 5 nights in a row), he decided on Sunday that he was not going to take naps anymore. This came as quite a shock to me, and it became the stuff of nightmares when we headed off to a social event on Sunday evening. Let me just tell you that you can dress a baby up, but you can’t make him stop screaming his head off. It was pretty terrible (but he still looked good). He and I excused ourselves early and not very graciously.
It’s been hit or miss with naps since then. Today was the dreaded (by me) four month well-baby checkup, so of course the late morning nap didn’t happen on time, but after shots, confirmation from the doctor that quitting dairy is the right thing to do, and a late lunch, my boy is currently taking a nice long, much needed (by both of us) nap. I hope that he’ll take another one this afternoon, and get back into his smooth napping rhythm. I want my happy-all-the-time baby back, and apparently naps are the key. So, if you have been subjected to the wrath of my poorly rested son lately, I apologize. We’re working on it.
Note: I wrote this yesterday, 2/24/16, but our internet and electricity were all crazy last night due to a giant snowstorm so I’m posting late!