Thursday, April 20, 2017

Breastfeeding 101

*****DISCLAIMER: IF YOU ARE A MAN AND CONTINUE READING, YOU HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF. JUST SAYING.******

I would like to start out by saying that I am writing this post for my self and my daughters. I want to remember how I felt during this period of my life and I want my daughters to have something to reference if they ever are blessed with children and choose to breast feed.

First off, I’d like to say how much I don’t like that word. Breastfeed. It really annoys me. I'm not sure why it does, it just does. Maybe its because I am on old fuddy duddy and saying the word breast so freely makes me uncomfortable and perhaps that in itself is weird. Something I defiantly need to get over! But when I talk about it, 95% of the time I say nurse/nursing or feed.



Lets talk about my history with it. For obvious reasons I did not nurse James and Audrey. I did however pump for 2 long, arduous and, grueling months. Fast forward 3 1/2 years and Olivia came along. I had big plans to nurse her but that didn’t work out. The days leading up to her birth and the week after were extremely hectic and stressful and SHE HURT ME LIKE CRAZY so I thought something was wrong. I did not have good support in the hospital and things were just different then. So basically I panicked and gave up, turning to pumping and then formula because that's what I was used to. I felt comfortable and in control with it.

Then Henry came along and I had every intention of pumping for as long as I could. And then, in recovery, the nurse asked if I wanted to try breastfeeding and just laid him up on me. She exclaimed “OH!!! Look at him! He’s a natural! This is going to be so easy for y’all.” I believed her and decided to give it a shot. Plus I had Jon over my shoulder encouraging me to do it. I’d like to go back and find that nurse and stick a note on her forehead that says LIAR! LIAR! PANTS ON FIRE!! Hahahaha!!



I have never experienced such pain in my life. I cried and I sobbed and I cried some more. Almost every time he would nurse for almost two weeks, I cried. And then at one of his check ups for jaundice the pediatrician asked if I wanted to see a lactation nurse. I almost shouted at him YES! before he could finish the thought. Vickie was an angel from heaven. Even though I really did not want to hear the things she was saying because I was looking for any excuse at all to fold like a deck of cards, she told me things I needed to hear to put on my big girl panties and do it. She told me I had to let go of the control of knowing exactly how much he was getting and trust in my body to do what it needed to do to nourish him. She told me to dig down DEEP to find the strength to fight through the pain of the first few weeks and it would get easier. I can still remember how those words “dig down deep” made me feel. It made me feel strong and determined to follow through what I needed to do. To not give up. And I didn’t. Even though there have been many a nights where I say “That’s it, we are switching to formula tomorrow” when I wake up the next morning I say, ok, I can do this one more day. And that is really what has carried me almost 5 months down the road of being a nursing mom. A breast feeding mother. A mother that whips her boob out to feed that baby.

At Henry’s two month check up the pediatrician told me how proud he was of me for pressing on with it. Especially since I had three previous bottle babies. He said the average time period for breastfeeding moms is 1 week. I told him I can understand why it is only 1 week and he agreed because it is SO HARD. I told him it is the hardest thing I've had to do since having to survive newborn, premature twins and then get them to 18 months old still alive with all of their extremities attached and my sanity still in place, even if it was hanging on by a thread!



This month has been very challenging. February and March were really a breeze but April has been tough. We started out the month by Henry deciding a growth spurt of 36 hours worth of feeding every 2 hours was a good idea. He couldn’t of picked a worse time since it was Spring Break and Olivia got really sick with some type of mysterious cold virus that made her run a high fever for the whole week. To make it worse, I insisted Jon and the twins go on with out us and follow through on our SB plans. For 5 nights and 6 days it was just the 3 of us: one suckling infant, one very sick 5 year old and one mother that was running on pure adrenaline. The rest of this month has just been exhausting. He refuses to sleep through the night and still wants to eat every 3 hours. I went and bought a bottle of formula because I keep threatening to switch and thought if I just give it to him at night time maybe he will start sleeping. But alas, I cannot bring my self to do it!! Last night I had an ephiniy and thought about rice cereal!!! So I called the breastfeeding goddess, my sister, and she made me feel so much better. She told me things I needed to hear and gave me excellent advice for a plan to move forward and try to get this kid to sleep at night and to space out his feedings better during the day! Even though I had to get a cup of coffee and pop 2 ibuprofen so I could sit here and write all this, I feel rejuvenated about pressing on.

To wrap up this post, I will say I am very glad that I pressed on this time. That I reached deep down inside and found the strength to hang in there and do what my body was designed to do. I am so very grateful for my amazing husband who has encouraged me every step of the way. Especially in those early weeks when I wanted to give up the most. Most of all I am thankful for my Creator, the one who designed my body to do such amazing, awesome, incredible things like give life to a human being and then to be able to nourish that tiny human from the same body. And for giving me the strength and fortitude to hang on for dear life, even if I did have to dig down so deep to find it.








Thursday, April 13, 2017

Raising Homemakers (and good husbands) (I hope)

The kids have chores that they have do every day or, every other day, depending. Audrey and Olivia have to unload and or load the dishwasher or they have to sweep the kitchen and dining room. They have gotten pretty good at it. Olivia wants to be big enough to put away the breakables SO BAD! Hahahah!! James has to take the trash from the 3 kitchen trash cans out to the big garbage can by the road and then put new bags in the kitchen. I’m so proud of him, he NEVER complains when I tell him its time for the trash to go out. :) The girls don’t complain about putting the dishes away but it’s like I tell them I need to cut a limb off when I say they need to sweep. Girls. Go figure! :)









Friday, March 31, 2017

4 Months Old

So I’m a few days late with this post. Does that really surprise you? No? Didn't think so!
Moving on.......here’s what Mr. Henry has been up to this month:

He has really started babbling and cooing and gurgling and laughing this month.

He is ticklish!

He LOVES to be thrown up in the air and gives the biggest cackle. Although, his mother really prefers it when she’s the one to toss him up. When daddy’s does it he throws way to high!






He has rolled over a few times from stomach to back.

He loves to lay in his crib and watch his mobile go round and round. He will lay there a good thirty minutes before he starts fussing to move on to something else.

He rode in his baby k’tan at the grocery store for the first time this month and he LOVED it! Now I don’t have to wait until the evening when I am bone tired to go.

He watches me intently and when I look down or over at him his entire face lights up like a Christmas tree and he smiles the biggest, most beautiful smile you have ever seen! He is my heart.




He has slept through the night a handful of times since he was born. But never more than once in a while. This week since Sunday he has slept 4 out of 5 nights ALL NIGHT LONG!!!!!

There have been quite a few nights in the last 6 weeks or so that he has woken up to eat and then after he had his belly full and I put him back in his bed, he has just laid there and played. And by played I mean kicking and cooing and cackling, basically making the cutest baby sounds in the whole world. The ones that make you want to get up and play with him! He did that the one night he didn't sleep all night this week and I just layed there listening wanting to get up and play but I was just so tired. Lol.

He LOVES his giraffe! Its the first thing he reached for and grabbed. He loves to “hug” it and chew on its nose. We all love watching him play with it. And it makes for seriously cute pictures!





He went to the doctor for a well check yesterday and had to get shots. I hate shot day! He was super duper fussy last night and I had to swing on the porch with him for over an hour last night to calm him down. Its hard to see him so upset because he is always so happy! He has slept most of the day today and been a little fussy. He weighs 14 lbs and 13 oz and is a little above average for length and has a slightly less than average size head. Over the last few weeks I have really seen A LOT of baby Audrey in him! He has the same size and shape head as she did, petite! I find this quite amusing because there is nothing else petite about Mr. Henry! He has chunked up quite nicely and has some delicious fat rolls. He’s definitely a snap on baby :)








Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Forgetting to Remember

I'm going to have to start a blog journal for topics. Several times a day lately I’ve had thoughts that would be good to document and every single time I have sat down to blog my brain shuts down and all I can think is “Now what was it I wanted to remember?” And I sit here for several minutes while my brain short circuits trying to remember until I finally give up and go fold laundry or something that doesn’t require thinking. Hisssssssss boooooooooo.









Friday, March 3, 2017

3 Months Big

Henry is 3 months old today was 3 months old on Tuesday. Hard to believe so much time has passed already. Here is what he’s been up to lately and what he enjoys doing:




Laying on his play mat and looking at himself in the mirror on it.
Watching videos of himself on my phone
Looking at the bright light of the screen on my phone
Watching his Baby Einstein video, Baby Mozart



LOVES talking to his mama and always smiles when he sees her face :)
LOVES talking to his daddy and always smiles when he sees his face :)
He gets so excited sometimes talking to us that he does this little cough



Adores watching his brother and sisters talk to him and especially enjoys watching his littlest older sister perform tricks for him





He smiles at every one and can make them squeal with delight
Loves being in his car seat and it puts him to sleep almost every time he gets in





Blows raspberries all the time and has started drooling a lot



Gets so excited when we lay him in his crib to watch his mobile go round and round



Eats every 3-4 hours
Sleeps 5-6 hours in a stretch at night
Naps for 1 1/2 - 2 hours in the morning and afternoon
Takes 1 - 2 cat naps in the evening before bed time between 9 and 10


Just graduated to a size 3 diaper


Has the best daddy in the whole wide world






p.s. I posted twice today so keep scrolling :)


Getin52-Last Week

I’m enjoying the Getin52 project but am so behind on posting. Last week I had the great idea to film Olivia and I doing her homework like we do every afternoon on the couch. And I kept it real. Except for the random piece of food (I think it was a cashew) under the side table that I just had to edit out.

I learned two things that I need to work on from this series:

1. Learn to hide the remote better.

2. Loose weight.

Yes, yes, I know. I just had a baby. But I “just had that baby” 3 whole months ago and am fully recovered from it so there are no excuses really except that I am lazy. Haha! And seeing yourself in the frame on a regular basis really can be eye opening. A little too much at times :) But B&W conversions can hide a multitude of sins. And pounds. LOL!!!!







Friday, February 24, 2017

No calling please

Henry has the ability to turn anybody's mood from bad to good. One smile from him can make you feel as if you are on top of the world. And holding him, smelling his baby goodness and feeling his soft, warm skin on yours does the same. I think I may implement a new rule for the afternoons: Wash hands, hold Henry, then you can snack and do homework. Although, this only works as long as no one is fighting over who called holding him first! Hahahaha!