So it's 1:47am and we are half-way through the first feed of the night... this has been a pretty typical schedule (up every two hours or so) which is not terrible and certainly manageable. It is odd for me as a father to come to terms with both being at work and the success of the breastfeeding. With Schuyler, I had the summer off from the college and was home the whole time and with Liz pumping exclusively I was an active helper in the feeds. Right now, I would have already finished giving Schuyler her bottle and awaiting the end of the pump so i could clean and sterilise the bottles. Now, I am pretty much secondary to everything that goes on with Charlie. I'm at work most days while liz copes and home and gets to know our little guy's nuances and during feeds all I can do is be a spectator or changes a diaper here and there. I'm not worried about my connection with Charlie long term but right now I feel like Schuyler: intensely interested in the new arrival but frustrated that i don't get to spend the time holding him that i would like.
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