Our FP Dr called Chance a Michelin baby at his one month appointment yesterday. He looks just like the babies in tires in the old Michelin tire commercials. Rolls down his arms and legs, rolls on his toes and fingers, dimples at the base of every toe and finger, two rolls in his neck, a double chin, and when I sit him up, he has about half a dozen wrinkles down his belly. The little boob monster is still gaining weight at the rate of a pound a week. He's up to 12.8 pounds now, exactly four pounds above his birth weight, at 28 days.
Chance is definitely awake more but he hasn't stopped eating as frequently as possible. When he's awake, he usually nurses about ten-fifteen minutes out of every hour. He often sleeps for thirty or forty minutes in between nursing sessions. But when he actually sleeps, he usually sleeps for three hours at a time. At night, he puts in a four hour stretch and then a couple two hour "naps" before getting up for the morning.
The thing that freaks me out is how quickly he nurses. The baby never nurses longer than fifteen minutes, with a significant amount of comfort nursing tacked onto the end of it. Obviously he's gaining weight well, he produces more than the minimum number of diapers, and my supply is more than keeping up with him so I'm not worried but it freaks me out that he can sleep four hours, nurse for ten minutes, and be full and satisfied enough to fall asleep again.
He has developed the charming habit of using a boob for a pillow when he's done nursing. He bangs his head a few times on the side he's just finished nursing from, wiggles his body into my arms, sighs, and drifts off to sleep. There hasn't been a day that I dreaded nursing him but habits like this one just make me enjoy it more.