I don’t entirely remember nursing Trucker and watching Cake alone at the same time when he was really little. Someone else was almost always around in the beginning.
I remember wishing I’d spoken to Cakie about how he could “help” when I nursed by stroking the baby’s feet or singing a song or something before the baby was born. But I didn’t do that, so instead I had my sweet Cakie trying to jump all over me, a past time to which he had grown accustomed in his life as the only child, while I was trying and trying to properly latch the baby on. [For a visual, see my header. Though it looks snuggy, it was taken right before he tried to jump on us. Sweet Cakieboy.]
Eventually, I left the room and nursed T in the privacy of the glider in my room. Now adays, Cakie knows that when I’m feeding Trucker, I pretty much can’t do anything else. He does try to get me to play with him while I’m nursing and I remind him that he’ll need to wait a while first. If I had it to do all over again, I would have prepped him more both for the time I would be nursing and about the pump. A few times a little later on, once Truck and I got better at the feeding routine, I would snuggle up with both boys and a book.
I’ll answer SN’s question about the pump and I have a whole post brewing about this “mommyblogger” business. Both things will have to happen after the weekend I’m about to have at Sesame Place.