Caleb is a hungry little guy...for the past few days he's been eating more frequently and now he's up to being able to eat 3 ounces at a time.

Something funny...I always knew I weighed only a little bit when I was born (4 lbs. 11 oz), but I guess I never really asked about how "tall" I was. I asked my mom today and she said 14 inches...holy moly...no wonder I'm a midget now! I never even heard of a 14 inch baby! What the heck!

I'm continuing with the pumping and feeding him breastmilk when I accumulate about 2-3 ounces...which is after about 3 pump sessions. My chichis are finally getting to the point where I can kind of feel when I'm "filling up." Small chichi, small tank I guess cuz "filled up" doesn't amount to much milk. Hehe. Oh well...any amount of milk I can give him is better than nothing...

I'm sure (I hope) a lot of women feel this way after bringing baby home, but I really am impressed with Dave and his ability to roll with whatever and do whatever needs to be done for Caleb. I know he's tired and that waking up throughout the night is difficult for him, but he does it without grumbling at all...and he's still very conscious of my needs and taking care of me too. I'm so lucky...