The meeting with the lactation consultant went very well.
It turns out I was doing everything right—he was latching and eating just fine (she weighed him before and after eating, and he ate just about 2oz). He just has a very small mouth and I have a, well, very large chest. š
She likened his breastfeeding experience to us (as adults) trying to chew on a pack of gum at once, or trying to eat a huge jawbreaker: you would get tired attempting either of those (which is why he eats, then tires, and I have to agitate him to wake him up to keep eating).
She gave me a nipple shield to wear (size extra small), which will help make it easier (less work) for him to eat…as well as help give my sore nipples a bit of a break.
They assured me I was doing great and were thrilled that I seemed so excited about it and wanted to do it so badly.
Lastly, because the problems didn’t take too long to diagnose and I wasn’t there that long, they didn’t even charge me the full $80. YAY!