Yesterday by 5PM I was so done with pumping, Peter was crying for 2 hours, and Brandon was climbing all the furniture, I felt like I lost control of my house, I was also 4+ hours late pumping and feeling very uncomfortable.  We were only 2 days away from the Oct 1st date that the doctors said I could breastfeed, but I didn't care, if something was going to happen it would happen Wednesday night or when I began on Friday night.  So last night I started breastfeeding Peter.  He seems so much more content that with the formula, he is no longer screaming after a feeding from horrible gas pains and seems to just be a lot happier.  But of course now we have no clue how much milk he's actually getting (same worrying case we had with Brandon) I think we'll solve this by weighing little Peter a couple times before his next doctor appointment.  Breastfeeding is a lot of work for this little guy, he gets exhausted very easily since he's still healing.

But so far night one of breastfeeding is a huge success, I thought we would have trouble latching on or sucking, but Peter has no problems with that, he just needs to stay awake longer to get some extra calories.