Wednesday, May 28, 2014

On Child Care

How your child will be cared for when/if you go back to work is a huge decision. James and I both work incredibly odd hours, so after getting pregnant with Alex I soon realized that traditional day care would not be an option for us (James is gone from 8p-8a and I'm gone from 6p-8a or 6a-8p). Because of this, I made the decision to drop down to 2 days a week at work. So our weeks go like this...
Sunday and Monday I work and James watches Alex.
Tuesday through Friday James works and I watch Alex.
Saturday James comes home and sleeps until around 4pm when he wakes up and we hang out for approximately 6 hours.
Then we do it all over again.

That's not to say that James and I don't see each other through the week. I see him for a couple of hours after he gets off work in the morning and we try to have dinner together each night. Despite this, the schedule is HARD. It's only been a few weeks and I already hate it. James and I have been married for almost 5 years and although our schedules have always been weird, we have still always had at least one full day off together...until now. And we've talked about how hard it is. We've talked about solutions--having dinner together, me joining a gym with child care so that I don't have to leave Alex with him to go for a run in the morning, setting our smart phones aside when we're together...

I guess it just is what it is right now. I know it's only temporary but I have a hard time seeing past the present when something upsets me. If only there were more hours. More time we could spend together. I don't want to lose touch with my husband. The person that "gets" me. My partner in crime.

But because I've been a glass half empty kind of girl lately, I need to throw in some positives too. I get to spend TONS of time with my kid, which is awesome. I don't feel like I'm missing out because I'm the first to see all that he does most of the time. It's pretty cool. And yes, all of this schedule swapping is totally worth it and saving us tons of money, but I'll be excited when the day comes that I get to see my husband a little more too. 

Now enjoy some pictures of my little buddy!

4 month pic




Finally big enough for the bouncer!



Friday, May 23, 2014

17 weeks

Life certainly has a way of throwing curveballs and things never quite stay the same no matter what you do. In a world that feels incredibly chaotic sometimes, I can feel myself becoming so stressed by it and amazingly Alex has helped to keep me grounded through it all. I know everyone has problems but my family has taken on something devastating this year. I'm not great at dealing with all that's happened. Initially, I had to keep myself healthy-protect my pregnancy-protect my child. I still feel like I am trying to protect him by not letting it all get to me, although there are times when I feel pretty broken. I guess what I am trying to say is that there will always be ups and downs in life. Some will be much more severe than others. I am simultaneously experiencing my worst/best days this year. I am dealing with becoming a mother and losing one. I will tell you that Alex is the brightest spot in my life right now. He is such a beautiful, amazing child. I am so thankful he is here to smile and brighten some of my bleakest moments.
Beautiful baby.

James trying to get Alex to crawl.

Sitting with mama.

Sitting by myself!

Yummy Gum-E!

17 weeks

Friday, May 16, 2014

On Breastfeeding...


I’d like to preface this post by saying that I think the way in which a baby is fed is totally up to the parent and I think parents do their very best. Only they can decide what is right for their family or child.

It was never a question. When asked if I would be breastfeeding, “Yes! Of course!” I’d never given it much thought, truthfully. Before getting pregnant I thought, sure I’ll breastfeed my kid. It will go fine. Honestly, my biggest concern before having Alex was whether or not I would get the “positioning” down. I couldn’t have imagined the journey I have had.

I had the pump, the breast pads, and the bottles for expressed breast milk. I read the first few chapters of “The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding” the week before Alex was born. I knew about the “golden hour”—the skin to skin contact and the importance of breastfeeding within that time. I knew my kid would need to eat every couple hours at first. I mean, I’m a nurse. I’ve studied this stuff, right?  It seemed like we were starting off well. Alex was placed on my skin immediately after birth. He breastfed within minutes and took to it like a champ.

Then we were moved from labor and delivery to our postpartum room. The marker board said feed your baby every 2-3 hours or on demand. Wait, “Nurse! Does that mean I feed him every 3 hours from the start of the time I fed him or the end? “ The start, ok. Why does he keep falling asleep? Alex, wake up buddy! You need to eat. You are sooo sleepy. Boy am I tired. Haven’t slept in days. Can’t sleep. Must watch baby.

Day 1- Nurse: Your baby hasn’t lost too much. He looks great.
Lactation consultant #1: Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t breastfeed just because you have small breasts.
(Awesome! I am a warrior!)

Day 2: Nurse: Your baby has lost 9%. We get concerned at 12%.
Me: Ok…so what do I do?
Nurse: Your milk still hasn’t come in. It will get better after that.

Lactation consultant #2: Pump for 10 minutes and I will come back and see what you’ve pumped.
(I pumped approximately 5ml of colostrum)
Me: What does this mean?
LC #2: Your nurse practitioner is concerned that you don’t have enough breast tissue to feed your baby.
Me: Huh?
LC #2: It’s ok. You might be able to feed him. But I was formula fed and I turned out fine.
Me: Huh? I’ve heard low supply is actually very rare.
LC#2: Nope. It happens all the time. In the old days women used wet nurses when they had low supply.
Me: (in tears) So what do I do?
LC#2: Don’t starve your baby. You can take herbal supplements, but who knows if they actually work.

Then she basically went on to say that she hated the La Leche League and most women who breastfed got on her nerves. Also, said that she didn’t think I would ever make a ton of milk, but possibly “just enough”.  Sent me out the door in tears with a new baby and no hope.

I came home and cried some more. Every 20 minutes I would try to breastfeed Alex and he would fall asleep. Then he would wake up screaming. He only had one wet diaper that day so we fed him ½ ounce of formula (donor breastmilk was not an option at $4 an ounce).

The next day at the pediatrician, we met with the lactation consultant. She discovered Alex’s tongue-tie (don’t know why they never checked at the hospital) and we had a same-day appointment to get it clipped. Four days later Alex was up to 7lbs 3oz from his lowest weight of 6lbs 12oz. Things were looking up…

Until one week later when Alex was only 7lbs 5oz. Weird. I had been feeding him nonstop. The lactation consultant attributed his slow weight gain to epidural fluid being peed off. My gut said something different.

Three days later I decided to go to breastfeeding group. I could get a weight and see how much Alex was eating.  7lbs 6oz.—still not back up to birth weight at almost 3 weeks old. What is going on? The lactation consultant checked his mouth. He still had a tongue tie. Apparently it is common for kids to have tongue-tie “revisions” or basically the tissue is snipped again because it wasn’t completely cut the first time. I had a referral in hand for a pediatric dentist who could do the procedure. And then I received some of the most wonderful advice. “Feed your baby” they told me. “He will have this procedure and will start eating better but in the meantime you have to feed your kid. And if it’s formula, that’s ok for now. We will help you get your supply back up”.  And I must say with all the judgment surrounding formula feeding, it was really refreshing for someone to tell me I was working hard, doing all that I could, it wasn’t my fault, and I was not a bad mother for giving my child formula aka meeting his basic needs because he had an anatomical issue. And she was right. I had to supplement Alex for 3 weeks to give his mouth time to heal and for my supply to build, but after that he exclusively breastfed—and still is.

Turns out LC#1 was right. I have had no milk supply issues. I make tons more than Alex eats. ¼ of my freezer is filled at this point. I’m thinking I might have to buy another freezer…or start donating the stuff. Or bake some things for LC#2 and the NP who said my breasts were too small.

Overall, I’ve learned so much from breastfeeding my kid. We had a really rough start, but I’m glad that I didn’t give up. I’ve also learned how tough breastfeeding can be. Your child really does eat 24/7 the first couple of weeks. I also feel for those mothers out there that feel guilty for giving their children formula. So many women shame formula without knowing the struggles of these women. And obviously I think breast is best, but it is ultimately the right of the parent to decide how her child will be fed.  And don’t even get me started on breastfeeding attitudes in our culture. That is a topic for another day.

16 weeks

Alex, my man, you are changing every day. You grab your toys and chew on them. You roll to your belly and try to scoot with your legs. Your cave man grunts sound a lot more like babble these days. You giggle when I chomp at your neck. You smile when I peek at you in your bassinet in the morning. You put on a show for your Great Aunt Glenda and Grandpa the other day. I love love love you, more than words can say.
I want to crawl so badly!

Mom, books are for eating.

Cuddle time.


Aunt Glenda time.

Baby in a track suit.


Thursday, May 8, 2014

15 weeks

It's hard for me to believe that 15 weeks ago I looked like this...busting out of every t-shirt I own.

And then 15 weeks ago tomorrow this little one arrived and changed my world...and I couldn't believe how much he slept. And how much he looked like Luke Perry circa 1991 when he could barely keep his eyes open and could only pull off a squint.


And now my little baby will be 15 weeks tomorrow. I took Alex to breastfeeding group today (a group for women to weigh their babies pre and post feed to ensure they are gaining weight) and I was flooded with this realization that just a few short months ago I was that mom in tears because my child had only gained 3oz in 2 weeks...and now he is one of the "big" babies. He is doing so much and is interested in so much now...holding toys to his face and rolling onto his belly every chance he gets and giggling and smiling all the time. I never imagined how much I could love one person or this experience. Enjoy these pics of Alex from this past week.







Thursday, May 1, 2014

Giggles

Deer in Headlights
 Alexander turned 3 months old on April 24th. James, Alex and I were all in bed getting ready to go to sleep and James kept giving Alex kisses on his neck. Out of his mouth came this little squeal/giggle. So cute! Enjoy these 3 month pictures!


Posing for his 3 month pic

All smiles