That’s right folks, we’re in Houston!

Right when we stepped off the plane I knew we were in a different place. Perhaps it’s the man that held the door open for us and said “surely, mam” or the other guy who helped us put our bags in the airport shuttle.

There’s definitely something to be said for southern hospitality!

We’re having a great time in Houston and it’s been fun to see my parents with both kids. My mother hasn’t put the baby down for a minute and Graem really has a great connection with my dad.

Emmy has taken a turn for the better. Friday we had the appointment with the Lactation Consultant and we talked about getting a deeper latch, holding my big boob differently, and also her overall weight gain. At the beginning of the appointment she was 7lbs 1oz. After a good feeding she was back up to birth weight at 7lbs 3oz.

I agreed to change up the latch a little bit and try hard to pinch my boob to make it smaller for little girl. The lactation consultant basically said that the big mama to little baby ratio was somewhat harder than medium mama and medium baby. Therefore, the trick is that I’ve got to fatten the kid up and make my boob into a beautiful little muffin.

We are also going to go for a weigh in here in Houston tomorrow. I hope that everything is on track like I think it is and she’s gained at least a little bit.

Thanks to everyone for the comments and information. I’m so glad that I’ve kept trucking through this without doping my kid up on formula. (No offense to those that use formula!)

Gotta love breast feeding in Houston. I must say I haven’t had too many bad looks but yesterday when we went to eat at one of the Mexican restaurants Margot saw a lady in the bathroom covered with blankets nursing her baby.

Ugh…I will not resort to making my kid eat in the bathroom.

If the kid is hungry and needs boob … she gets boob.