Well, things are starting to get a little easier. We've almost cornered the breastmilk colitis beast (unfortunately I am off dairy and soy for now, which basically means no prepackaged food because seriously, everything has dairy or soy in it). Locke is finally starting to sleep during normal people hours, most nights (though sleeping for more than 3 hours at a time is still a distant dream, I'm thinking). And Locke is finally putting on some weight. I haven't had him weighed on a baby scale since his last trip to the doctor, but on my scale at home he's 7.4 lbs. This is a huge big deal to me, because if it's anywhere close to accurate, it means the milk production issues I thought I was having maybe aren't as bad as I'd worried, and even better, he's close to big enough to use the cloth diapers I bought for him. We have a pack and a half of size newborn left, and when we're through those, I'm going to try him out on the bumgenius diapers. I've never been so excited to do tons of laundry before. ;)

My poor husband injured his shoulder over the weekend. We think he tore a muscle in his rotator cuff. He took a bad fall while chasing a neighbor's runaway dog (let the record show he caught said dog), and we spent some of the oh-dark early am hours on Saturday in the ER. It completely threw off Locke's sleeping schedule since he was up till 4 am that night (just couldn't get him to sleep with all the noise and flourescent lights, even in the more dimly lit kids play area in the waiting room), but he has had two good nights in a row since then so I'm hoping we haven't lost all the progress we've made as far as fixing his sleeping schedule is concerned. I did learn a valuable parenting skill: breastfeeding in public. I'm not a whip it out and let er rip kinda gal, and truth be told I had the entirely unrealistic expectation of being able to avoid public breastfeeding entirely, but 3 hours in the ER waiting room and I didn't have a choice in the matter. My son needed to eat, whether I liked it or not. ;)

I was surprised that it wasn't as difficult as I expected. I had had the foresight to grab one of our larger receiving blankets to act as a nursing cover, and I holed up in the kids' play area to give myself the merest semblance of privacy (entirely mental, as there weren't any barriers between the kids play area and the main waiting room). Locke got his grub on, and he was happy, and I attracted very little attention from any of the other people in the waiting room. I'm not saying I'd rush out to BF in public, but if the situation required it, I think I could manage to do it again.