This posting will be short but sweet...maybe. Oliver is still doing great, despite how much his Mom worries. A second case of mastitis has kind of left things at a stand still, at least that's how it feels. But it can only get better from here. My best feeding advice received so far has been, if something is working...don't change anything about it. I have been getting so much help from everybody, all useful. But it got to a point where I was over thinking everything. Shocking, hey? But enough about me.
Oliver is growing quickly, he has outgrown most of his pajamas, and a few onesies already. His favorite things to do right now are fall asleep on Mommy's or Daddy's chest, kick his arms and legs and make funny cooing sounds, and most of all stare at Daddy's face while being marched around the apartment having silly songs sung to him. And cry. He sleeps fairly well at night, only waking once or twice, and still loves evening walks in the carrier.
