Monthly Archives: July 2010

Breastfeeding {a year and counting!}

So this is one of those things that has been on my mind the last few months and have been waiting to sort through all my thoughts. I’m still sorting.

I think as a younger person I always thought I would breastfeed, but then quit when my baby had teeth. Then, especially when I became a nurse and learned of all the benefits of breastfeeding, I thought I’d do it forever. Now that I’ve been doing it for a year, I think I’m somewhere in the middle.

I’m pretty sure I read somewhere (though I can’t find it anywhere!) that the American Association of Pediatrics recommends (and recognizes health benefits) to breastfeeding (at least some) until age two. Obviously, starting at around 6 months babies will begin the weaning process with the introduction of “regular” food.

I’ve always been in the “Babywise” habit of not nursing C to sleep. Are their times when I’ve tried it, yup! Sometimes I nurse her down to achieve the dreaded car nap-to crib transition. But i do not do it on the regular. This, at least, affords me one less thing I have to worry about with weaning. She also has been fine with cups, so she hasn’t had a bottle at all, and If I am not home, she gets milk from a cup (not breastmilk in a bottle. Yay for hardly any pumping!) Now that we are in the process of going to one nap/per day, she is nursing about 3x a day (Down from 4). She has not gotten any overnight feedings in a very long time. 3 times a day is hardly an inconvenience for me. She is very fast and if I’m not home she does not seem to miss it.

In the annexes of my mind, I know there was a time where I was not pregnant or breastfeeding. But just as it seems that C has always been a part of our family, it seems that nursing (or pregnancy) has always been a part of me! I can’t remember what it was like to have my body be completely my own, and I am (in some ways) looking forward to it being mine for a time! However, I’m sure I will lose even MORE weight watchers points when I quit nursing completely, so I do not want to stop! πŸ™‚ When she was a wee one and up sooooo many times and nursing sooo frequently I held it in my head that this day would come much too fast! and i was right πŸ™‚ I’m glad I had that thought to help me get through those times, though!

But I also dread stopping because I know it will be yet another way my baby is no longer a baby, that she is growing up. But nursing her forever will in no way keep her a baby.

We had a very easy time breastfeeding over all. There were definitely difficult times, but in general we had it very easy. She loves to nurse, but took to eating “real ” food easily as well. She’s not too picky (YET!), and drinks cow’s milk from a cup, no problem.

In general, I think it will be an easy transition as all the other transitions (with food/nursing) have been.Β  I wonder if she is ready even now. I’m certainly not. Growing up is all about starting the slow process of becoming your own person. It starts with birth and the clamping of the cord and it ends with… I’m not sure- I’m still asking my parents for advice! πŸ™‚ I think part of why God makes it a slow process is for the sake of the mother’s poor heart! Babyhood goes way too fast.

Perhaps when she starts to walk I will become more ready. Somedays for sure I’m ready to stop (like when she wakes at 6 on saturday… if I wasn’t nursing B could take a turn!!! :)) but for now I will enjoy (as I have made it my habit, even at those 2, 3, and 4 am feedings) these moments as I am sure they are dwindling.

Anyway, those are all my deep thoughts on breastfeeding. Sorry for the rambling post. πŸ™‚

Wordless Wednesday {A Purple Reject}

I Heart Faces- {Purple}

This week’s challenge was to use the color purple. I got a little photography lesson from hubby and went to work. I have a lot of pictures that I love- but a lot of them the purple is just NOT enough. And others the focus was on other things, the purple just didn’t POP the way I was hoping. (I let her go to town on blueberries hoping for a purple mess-but no go!) I’ll probably post some more of my purple pictures in a future post because I love so many of these (probably has more to do with the adorable subject than my photography..)

(and yes, that is a hydrangea from my yard. Swoon)

Be sure to checkout http://www.iheartfaces.com/ for more Purple Entries!

Happy Birthday, Part Two!

Yay! We had a big party! I think it was successful. I really hope that everyone had a great time. We had a a French/Paris theme because her birthday is Bastille Day. It worked out nicely because my mother-in-law LOVES Paris and all things french, so we had a lot of accessories already!

I really wanted to make my own cake, even though I had never baked a cake before or made my own frosting (or even SEEN anyone do that!). I did a few practice cakes, and thanks to my friend Beth, I was able to frost the cake! I let Beth do the writing because I don’t have good handwriting in Pen- let alone in frosting! But I did do the Eiffel tower and I frosted the cake (and cupcakes!) themselves.

I did however, for some reason, think the party was an hour later than it actually was! Fortunately we were pretty ready, but it did mean I had messed up with my plans for C’s nap. She ended up not getting an afternoon nap AT ALL and she did SO WELL. I was so proud of her. She loved everyone singing to her, and when they clapped after the singing she was so excited and was clapping back!

She was very tentative with the cupcake, putting only one finger in at first. (So CUTE!). But once she determined that pink frosting, is indeed edible, she dove right in! Definitely seemed to be a hit, which makes me happy. She played with everyone and went to everyone easily, which was great.

She also had her one year check up and she is doing great. She weighed almost 21 pounds (20lb 15oz) and was 29.7-29.8 inches long. She didn’t LOVE her shots, but the fussing was relatively short. Then we had to make our way down the stairs to get blood drawn. I was nervous, especially right after her shots. BUT, they had a little dancing/singing snowman and she didn’t cry at all because she was so distracted by him! I love that snowman! πŸ™‚

Birthday celebration isn’t QUITE over yet, we are having a little play date get together next week which will be lots of fun.
It’s been such a fun year!

I’ve reflected a lot recently and one thing I can’t stop thinking is how much fun she is now. I always thought I would enjoy my time with a newborn more than any other stage. Nope. I think that she is SO much fun right now, it makes me not want to do the newborn thing again! πŸ™‚ So surprising.

Just Edited to add one more pic. πŸ™‚

I Heart Faces- Over My Head…

This isn’t a new picture, but it is probably my most favorite moment I have ever captured.Β  I know it isn’t a “winner” But it is my favorite moment, and I had to share it. C was 3 or 4 days old here, this was taken at 3 am…Β  LOVE THESE TWO!

Be sure to visit http://www.iheartfaces.com/ to see more entries! I’m off to find something to use for next week’s entry, Purple! Seems fun! πŸ™‚

Happy Birthday! Part One

My baby is one. I totally, absolutely can’t believe it. She is SO much fun right now! I think I can say she has about 5 words: mama, dada, ball (ba!), more, milk (mama, more and milk are all “muh” but i can tell the difference by the context.). She does the sign for more and milk regularly now, and seems to be doing “all done” as well. We’re so proud of her!Β  At one year and one day old, she decided to go ahead and learn to climb. She climbed our entire flight of stairs on the first try! Eek! Fortunately, she still waits (for now!) for one of us to be behind her before she starts climbing!Β 

On her actual birthday we had a nice breakfast with Nan and GP (B’s parents) before going on a whale watch together with my mom. It turned out to be a kind of rough day on the seas… We all were feeling a tad woozy. We saw a lot of whales and got really excellent views of them, it was awesome. But we had to ride quite a ways in fairly choppy waters to get to the whales. (Warning, the next part is not for the squeamish!) And it was a long ways back as well. I had C in myΒ  carrier, and she seemed as happy as could be, when all of a sudden she upchucked. In my carrier. All over me, her, in my shirt, EVERYWHERE. SO GROSS. We got as cleaned up as we could, but I ended up needing to sit outside for most of the way back because the smell was enough to make ME want to get sick also. I am just so, very, very, thankful that she wasn’t upset at all by getting sick. She just let it all out and was fine. It would have been SO MUCH WORSE if she had been crying and fussing the rest of the way back- it was probably about 2 hours! So, it was a very memorable birthday indeed!

We did come home and have a little cake for her after dinner. And just in time, her present arrived that evening- we got her a little chair of her own. She got right down and sat in it! She loves climbing on it!

I’m just such a happy mama. I can’t wait to see what this year brings!


One Year Old!

And because we have yet to have a party, we have lots of visitors, and because it is currently 11pm on 7/14/10 and I want to be sure to get a post in AND go to bed… I’m re-posting the story of C’s birth. Enjoy the re-read. πŸ™‚


The tale of the arrival of CBS is below…

I still can’t believe I get to keep this adorable baby!! πŸ™‚
On Thursday, 7/9, I had my 39 week appointment. I was measuring 44 weeks! These measurements can be WILDLY inaccurate, but since it is all they have to go on, I went and got an ultrasound… She was measuring 8lbs 14oz, which was okay with midwife for the time being. I knew, however, that at my 40 week appointment they would probably want to induce me.

At church on Sunday, a few of my friends prayed for me to go into labor naturally and that i would be able to have her naturally. (People had been praying for me all along I’m sure, but this was the first time I was specifically getting prayer!)

On Monday, I went for a really long walk during the day… That evening, B was hanging out with a friend, so his friend’s girlfriend, Beth, and another friend of ours, Lindsey, went to get pedicure’s together. While getting my pedicure I realized i was having contractions that were stronger than the “Toni Braxton-Taylor Hicks” that i’d been having previously. (you can thank my brother for that joke!) Beth, Lindsey and I went to get ice cream in downtown plymouth and ended up going for another long (long for a 9 month pregnant person) walk. While we were there we bumped into some other people from church who said a little blessing for me. When I got home from hanging with the girls, I started timing my contractions. They were about 7 minutes apart (730ish), but really not that uncomfortable, so I wasn’t sure I was in labor. I didn’t even call B! I DID come home and finally finished packing our bags! Oops! πŸ™‚

B got home around 930 and i still wasn’t sure I was in Labor! We tried to go to bed, but I was too restless, and I wanted to make sure he got sleep, so i got out of bed and went to the guest room. I still couldn’t sleep, so i called my midwife and let her know I thought i was in early labor, even though I wasn’t in pain yet. She told me she was on call for 7am, and that it didn’t seem like i’d need her before that anyway, but if i did, to call her again and she’d come in early. (which made me really happy b/c I really wanted her to be there when I delivered).

Really soon after I got off the phone with her, my contractions got more painful/intense, and they jumped to about 2-3 minutes apart. I continued to listen to my hypnobirthing recordings while taking a bath… that was helpful for a bit. I then was getting uncomfortable enough that I wanted B to help me. (plus, he needed to call work and let them know!). He came in and kept me company (i just didn’t want to be alone) while I stood with our shower massager pointing in my lower back. I started to feel nauseous, which when it happens, it *usually* means you are farther along. I was getting concerned that I wouldn’t be able to survive a car ride b/c I was so uncomfortable, so I had B pack up the car while i stayed in the shower. (Which, by the way, was cold by the time I got out and he was done packing… still felt better then labor without it!!)

I interrupt myself here to say that during our hypnobirthing class, we watched a video where a woman didn’t make a single sound until she actually pushed the baby out.

This was NOT me.

I was moaning with contractions while @ home… in the hospital I was definitely primal yelling during transition… And for those who know me, you know i don’t really swear. I definitely was swearing somewhat regularly under my breath! oops! (B finds this funny!)

Anyway, So we made it to the hospital (@ about 140 am), where we went in the entrance closest to L & D. Little did I know, @ that hour of the night, the door was LOCKED!! Again God showed us his favor… an angel (AKA Nurse who was on a smoke break!) was outside. She saw us and ran in and got me a wheelchair and wheeled me into L & D (she didn’t even work in L & D!)

I signed in to L&D (i could’ve been signing my life away, I had no idea!) I was totally in “the zone” then… I couldn’t really talk unless it was uber important, I was so focused. Even if I wanted to say something, I couldn’t!! The nurse pulled up the wrong “Smith” file (of course!) so she knew nothing about me. I told her all the pertinent info like I would if I was passing care to another nurse, so she kind of looked at me funny- but then I explained I was an L&D RN too! (later when I was PP that nurse asked me if i would work b/c they got slammed that night! LOL!) They put me on the monitor for my initial assessment…so i was really uncomfortable laying on my back. She checked me, and all the while I was thinking, if I am 3cm I’m getting the freakin epidural! Well, I was pleasantly surprised to hear that I was already 6-7cm! Wahoo! I did try to drink a sip of gatorade at this point, which I saw again a few minutes later… so i only did ice water after that!

Of course, my rejoicing was quite limited, b/c my back was KILLING me. At this point I realized that the ONLY pain I was having was in my back. The baby was OP or “sunny side up”, meaning that she was facing the wrong way for delivery. This usually means that your back hurts during labor. For me, it also meant that I could. not. move. Every time I changed positions, my contractions seemed a hundred times worse. The nurse (I had a new one) came in and convinced me to get in the tub. I was too hot in the bath, but it felt really good too. I was able to take some pressure off my back by sort of floating and pushing my hips together (I read this early in my labor in my hypnobirthing packet… it was the only thing i read during the process..so glad i did!) She had B pour water over my belly, which sounded REALLY strange to me, but somehow, it was SO nice. It REALLY helped!

Speaking of Brian, he was so great! He was saying all the relaxation prompts from our class. I wanted to tell him that he was really helping me, but like I said, I couldn’t talk! He would often say something when I was yelling and it made me relax enough to be able to stop my primal scream. I was so thankful that we took our class and that he was there!! I couldn’t have done it without him. In fact, shortly before I was starting to push, he wanted to go to the bathroom. But I couldn’t handle the idea that he was going to leave the room. He ended up holding it for like 2hrs! What a guy!

So then, the tub got too cold, and i wanted to get out, but i was still scared to move! The nurse came in and helped me out Nurses are amazing, I was wondering how in the world I’d be able to dry off.. but she was right there! (she dried me off while I held onto the toilet b/c i couldn’t stand on my own… i was so grossed out that i was holding a toilet, but i didn’t care at the same time!)

She offered me some medicine called Nubain which is a non narcotic given as a shot to help take the edge off. I wanted to go completely med free, but she pointed out that i wasn’t able to relax even in between contractions (My back was aching even in between contractions, so I was pretty much in tears during my “breaks” and then screaming during contractions), which wasn’t going to help things along. I knew I really needed to just be able to have a moment without pain, so I decided to take the nubain. Well, they don’t like to give it to you if you are too far along (it can make the baby drowsy), and low and behold, I was 9 cm! She said she could give me a very small dose (like half the normal) through my iv (instead of a shot). I decided to take it and it REALLY helped. The contractions were farther apart now, so the little break i was finally able to get allowed me to close my eyes for a minute or two. Don’t get me wrong, the contractions still REALLY hurt, but at least i had a break!! Brian was also able to sit for a few minutes without me whimpering and begging him to stand by my head!

I had lost all sense of time until i looked at my window shade and saw that it was getting light out. About this time is when my midwife arrived (and also the nubain had worn off..). She checked me and said i was completely dilates and that the baby was low (plus one station) and that I could push if i wanted to. But i had NO desire to push AT ALL. It was SO weird b/c I’ve told people, seen people, heard from people about the incredible, undeniable urge to push. I figure that my back pain was so bad that it was masking the urge to push. Anyway, she asked if she could break my water to see if that made me want to push. (I had wanted to avoid that, but at that point I was fine with it!!). It didn’t help. I tried to push anyway, (this was at about 740 am), but i wasn’t really sure when to do it b/c all i could feel was constant back pain… So eventually the nurse and midwife started to tell me when to push. I was so determined at that point to get the back pain to stop that I pushed really really hard and they said that they saw her turn to the correct position (she was born LOA). I kept saying “I can’t do this” b/c I still didn’t really feel like I knew when to push!! Brian kept saying, “You’re definitely doing it! I can see more and more of her head & hair every time you push!!” I was in denial that they were really seeing it, b/c I didn’t feel like i was doing anything!

Then i felt the FIRE when her head was about to come out. I let out QUITE the choice phrase, (loudly this time, as opposed to the rest of my labor where i swore under my breath), which i think made everyone in the room kind of chuckle under their breath. I felt the top of her head, but I was still sure that there was NO way I was going to be able to get the baby out.

But after the next push, everyone told me her head was out! I couldn’t believe it. I had a little more trouble getting her shoulders out, but then she came out at 8:42 am, which means i pushed for less than an hour!

I was still stunned with her on my belly. I felt like i wasn’t done yet!! But finally it sunk in that she was here! πŸ™‚ Eventually B cut the cord and i delivered the placenta. The midwife was getting called into assist with a c-section so the doctor came in to stitch me up faster. She was SO much more rough than the midwife when she was numbing me up. But, I was REALLY numb when they stitched me, so I didn’t mind! πŸ™‚

We are so totally in love. She is perfect! She is a nursing champ and sleeps pretty well, so we can’t complain! And, she is so freakin cute!

I think that is it! If you read this whole thing, Wow! πŸ™‚