Showing posts with label Breastfeeding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Breastfeeding. Show all posts

8.01.2008

Mah Bewbies Are Free! Mah Bewbies Are Free!


Haiku Friday

We finally weaned
Guess I won't be needing this
Nursing tank top now!

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I guess I shouldn't say finally but well, sometimes it felt like that. Now that he is weaned, I sometimes wish I could still nurse him. Funny how that works.

I have this black Bravado nursing tank top that I never opened (because I'm a Cracker) to give away as part of National Breastfeeding Awareness Week and the final day of Bloggy Giveaways. It is a size 38D/E and I comfortably wore my blue one when I was a 38H/36G (though I was boobalicious).

7.11.2008

It's Not About the Bewb, Or Is It?

Haiku Friday

Never let a man
Take photos of you nursing
All he'll see is bewb.



I wanted some nice, sweet nursing photos before Little Man and I call it quits. I guess we'll have to keep trying. (Hint to my photographer: It's not about the bewb!)

(I think women should be able to post pictures of themselves breastfeeding, bewb and all, but I just don't care to share mine with teh Internets.)

6.30.2008

17 Things About 17 Months

Dear Little Man,

Here are seventeen reflections on your seventeen months, since you turn eighteen months tomorrow. (Where did all the time go, my big boy??)

1) You can now RUN instead of just WALK. Greeeeeaaaatt.

2) You no longer like warm baths and instead prefer lukewarm ones. This is quite the problem for "family bath" time as your Father and I prefer warm baths, thank you very much.

3) You can now eat a whole ear of corn all by yourself. It's super cute and a great way to shut you up keep you occupied for ten minutes.

4) You are outgrowing your size five shoes, which I thought would *never* happen...I swear those things looked HUGE a few months ago!

5) You say and sign for "more." However, when you say "more" it sounds like "mo."

6) You have become a climber. You climb on your toys, on your highchair, on the kitchen stool...anything worth climbing, you climb. It's great fun for Mom.

7) You have two different personalities now -- one with your best girlfriend CC, and one with your best friend Aidan (the Big Guy). With CC you are totally crazy and outgoing, and with Aidan you are more relaxed and mellow.

8) You have become re-attached to nursing, mostly thanks to our nine day East Coast vacation, where you nursed for 50% of the flight there. Seriously.

9) However you are now able to go to bed without nursing, either with Daddy, Amy, or Grammy. This relieves Mommy greatly.

10) You stacked FIVE BLOCKS!!! on top of each other! I couldn't believe it! Your fine motor skills are THROUGH THE ROOF!!

11) You now say things with an upswing in your affect. For example, you say "NOooooAH!" It's really cute and helps Mom keep her cool when you say "No" over and over again.

12) You have finally entered your "No" phase. (Heh.)

13) Amy and CC have introduced you to "Ring around the rosy." You LOVE it, most of all the DOOOWWWN!! part. It's pretty much the whole point of the dance and song for you. You are SO cute falling to the ground.

14) While in the double stroller you and CC hold hands. SO precious! (Oooooh, Little Man's got a GIRLfriend!!)

15) You can now answer my questions about what you want. However, "No" also means "Yes." A "no" without a facial expression, or with a "no" facial expression means "no." A "no" with a huge smile means "yes." You are too cute, mister.

16) You are obsessed with your "Potty Train" DVD and LOVE to say, "choo-choo" but are CLEARLY not anywhere near ready to potty train, even though you can sign "potty" and sit on your potty (fully clothed of course).

17) You keep me guessing every step of the way. Previously you HATED books, and now you LOVE them, with a passion. I don't "get" you all of the time, kid, but I LOVE YOU. You are totally My Cracker.

I hope you won't hold it against me that I have not been able to keep you totally up to date on all of your accomplishments. Just try to think of yourself as a second child, like I was, and be thankful for what you DO have. Like all of the photos.

All my love, my big, big, almost eighteen month old boy,

Mama

4.07.2008

Two Weeks

Two weeks since I last posted. Two weeks. I've seriously lost my blogging mojo.

I'm having an internal struggle with the nature of blogging. How much do I want to share? If I don't want to share some special moments, but feel like blogging them is the only way they are going to get recorded, what do I do?

This blog is largely a way for me to record my son's progress and life and to explore my new role as a mother. I'm terrible at keeping a diary/journal, and haven't even purchased a physical baby book for the Little Man. Keeping this blog felt like something I could do -- occasionally updating to record his milestones and show my friends and family, and myself, how much he has changed over the last year+.

I've been selfish lately, wanting to keep these memories all to myself. But I also understand that these memories get lost, and misremembered, when I don't record them in some way. And I desperately want to remember every detail...they are already starting to fade.

If I had the courage to ignore the fact that much of my extended family reads this blog, I would tell you about more intimate moments, many of them involving my boobs. Not because I think you'd be interested, but because nursing has been such a HUGE part of our relationship, and it's important for me to remember and record those moments.

I'd like to tell you (preserve the memory for myself) how we're still nursing, at least four times a day. How I love laying in bed with him in the morning, having a big nurse, both of us closing our eyes and trying to wake up a little more before starting our day. I'd tell you about how he can find the "target" with such ease and grace now, not even needing assistance from me to begin nursing. It truly amazes me how well he takes care of business now. It is such a dramatic departure from what we were doing a year ago, struggling to stop using the nipple shield.

I would tell you how much it amuses me, and makes me proud, strangely enough, that he bobbles my breast in his hands and opens wide, bringing his comfort deftly to his mouth.

I would tell you about how much part of me wants to wean, and part of me is grasping onto every last moment.

I would tell you about how embarrassing it can be when we're in public and my son is literally ripping my shirt off because he's upset or tired and wants to nurse. I would also tell you about how sweet it is that he sometimes just wants to put his hand down my shirt, without urgency, for comfort.

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I would tell you about how this blogging thing makes me a bit uncomfortable when I see people in real life who I know keep up with the blog. It is funny when people know what is going on with your life even when you haven't spoken to them in days or months. I guess that's the nature of blogging though -- to share your life. Yes?

It is surprising to me when people DO mention what they've seen on the blog, and also when they DON'T. This makes me censor myself.

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I would tell you about how I desperately want to use the Little Man's real name when I talk about him, but feel like that's really not an option because of how my family feels about this being a public blog. I just really feel like there is a fakeness to my writing when I can't really talk about "us." I'm talking about VDog & Little Man, our online personae, rather than Victoria & her son.

I'm considering using a psuedonym, because while perhaps not any less "fake," it would at least allow my to use a real name, and not just "Little Man."

He won't always be a little man.

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I would tell you about how busy my son is keeping me, and how much I am enjoying paying attention to him.

I would tell you about how I am spending more time with my husband. I am more present in my evenings with him when I am not trying to blog at the same time.

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In short, my life is very full of wonderful things. Making time to blog has just not been important to me lately. I have a lot of topics I WANT to blog about, but part of me is holding back, because a) I don't have that much time to blog anymore, and b) I am afraid of overstepping familial boundaries for the sake of a funny or personally fulfilling post.

I'm not sure how much of "me" I'm willing to share.

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I got my first offer to review something last week. I am excited to be getting an advance copy of The Rookie Mom's Handbook. I'll let you know what I think very soon.

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We had Little Man's fifteen month appointment today. He is doing so well. I'll fill you in on the complete details later.

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If after all this, you STILL care about VDog & Little Man, you may want to consider adding me to your reader or signing up for email updates. That way you'll know when I actually post again. Either that, or, you know, obsessively check back for updates. Whatever works for you.

Best,
V

2.22.2008

Sentimental

Nursing on my mind
Impostor Mom has weaned Boog
Don't think we're ready

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It's Haiku Friday.

Now that Little Man is taking a sippy cup, the option of starting to wean is there, but I don't think we're ready just yet. I feel like this is going to go on forever, but not in a bad, oppressive way, if that makes any sense. It just seems like something we do, and I can't imagine our life without it.

Yesterday we didn't nurse immediately after the afternoon nap, as we usually do. Two hours later he was frantic to nurse (he had been drinking water from a sippy in the meantime, so it's not as if he was thirsty). I'm reading this as "he's not ready."

Impostor Mom's son, Boog, is only a few days older than Little Man. Boog's interest had been waning, and they had a natural, baby-led weaning experience. That's what I want for Little Man and myself. It seems far off at this point. I know I'll be sad when it happens.

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Little Man seems to be dropping his morning nap -- at least that's what some of my friends said when I described this week's naps (or lack thereof).

He's almost one year corrected age, and fourteen months chronological age. Is this about the time? I want that morning nap!! I usually sleep then, too. I am really tired this week. ;)

Any thoughts on moving naps and holding on to my sanity are welcome.
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Have a great weekend everybody. I have some SUPER cute pictures of the Little Man for Weekly Winners on Sunday, and I need to thank all of our wonderful March for Babies supporters. See you then!

2.05.2008

Because I Haven't Posted A Video In Approximately 3.7 Days


Sippy! from VDog on Vimeo.

Little Man has started "fake" eating and drinking, which is super cute. He pulls food out of the air, or an empty paper bag, and pretends to put it in his mouth. It really is one of the cutest things I've ever seen. Problem is that he does it when he thinks no one is watching -- when he's just off in space cadet land by himself. So once he notices me watching him, he gets kinda shy. Thus, no video of that -- yet.

I've been working on getting Little Man to take a sippy cup from about four months on. He has always regarded it as something to play with and chew on. Now that he is "drinking" from paper cups in the bath tub (actually he does get some bath water some of the time), and generally mimicking our eating and drinking behavior, he has finally learned how to use the sippy like a normal baby. And for that I am grateful.

In other news, we have started daytime weaning much by default. A few "Dad"urdays (Saturdays) with Warrior off and on have made Little Man less intense about the boob during the day.
Little Man has even gone down for a nap two Saturdays in a row without nursing first. (Totally unbelievable to me!) This past Saturday, I was even there with him, and he just didn't want to nurse. Before OR after his nap. I was SHOCKED!

That's the news from our neck of the woods! Hope you all are well and thriving.
-VDog

1.18.2008

Round the Bend and Back Again


I'm sorry my friends
Been really busy lately
Love that you email

Stop by my Buzz page
Wondering where did she go?
Crazy but good week

Huge sigh of relief
A let down of emotion
I cried tears of joy

My baby is fine,
According to the doctors.
Holter was normal

His poo was blood-free
New GI doc was a dream
Said blood was minor

In her opinion
The least worrisome symptom
Of an allergy

Really? Blood in poop?
WTF? How can that be?
With that one symptom

She said, I don't have
Moms change their diet at all
Wait just a second

I thought, is this real?
Are you fucking kidding me?
My diet for naught?

Nine months without milk?
Five of those without citrus,
Wheat and much much more?

It was hell on me
Worth it for my Little Man
Or so I had thought!

He won't take any
Mom substitute, starting at
Three months. Boobs only

And all of the time
Guess you can't beat skin to skin
For my Little Man

It's been such a ride
So many worries and tests
This first year of life

I hope this next one
Is a wee less exciting
For my sanity

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Insomnia sucks
Blog posts running through my head
Why do I lay there

When I could get up
And blog till my heart's content?
Guess I hold out hope

That sleep will come soon
I fear the 4:30 feed
So I stay in bed

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So, yes, I've been really busy -- Mom's group outings, doctor appointments, my sister's birthday -- but also really preoccupied. It's been such a relief to finally have a "normal" baby (I know this is such a subjective thing, but from the get-go, things haven't gone "normally" or the way that they are "supposed to"). It hasn't quite sunk in yet. I am grieving for this last year+ of worry and doctors, and hospitals, and being strong.

Of course, I am very happy, but it is mostly a feeling of relief. Like a giant weight has been lifted off my chest. I feel like I don't have to hold my breath anymore. It's still processing in my brain and I almost can't believe what has happened these last two weeks.

First, the pediatrician said he was doing great. Then the cardiologist says everything looks great; "normal." The holter study came back normal. So now if I notice that LM has a fast heart rate, we'll just take him to the Children's Hospital ER, but this is unlikely to happen. No more monitoring, no more special heart doctor.

Then we go to the GI doctor this week and it's a whole different experience from the last few times.

First, a little background: we had a male doctor who had been really harsh with me at times, who had been insistent on my extremely strict diet, and when that didn't work quickly enough, he seriously wanted my to force my son to drink (completely disgusting) hypo-allergenic formula.

So the last time we saw him, things went well. Dr. H was very blase about the whole situation. I thought it was odd, but was glad that he was more positive. So I went to check out and make the follow up appointment for two months from then (late Sept.). I was told that they "didn't have his schedule yet," and to call back in a week. I called back the satellite office where we had been seeing Dr. H. They said, "he doesn't work out of this office anymore. Let me transfer you to the Main Campus."

Okay...no problem. Right?? So they transfer me and then the person at the Main Campus says that he doesn't work in that office anymore! WTF?? So I had to make an appointment with a new doctor, and since LM wasn't one of "their" patients, we had to wait until this week to see someone.

Okay, this week. We go to the new GI doctor. She is wonderful. The nurse is wonderful. They both oooh and aahhh over Little Man, who is being completely charming, despite only having had a short nap in the car on the way there.

We go over the history. They evaluate him. He gets high scores from the nurse and doctor. We get told to HAVE SOME DAIRY ALREADY!!!

So I'm trying fluid milk this week, and if Little Man has no reaction, we can try some for him. Yippee!! I honestly CAN. NOT. BELIEVE. IT.

I am also a bit annoyed that two doctors had such differing opinions on the course of action that would have been appropriate. The new GI doc said that the only worry with the blood in the stools is if they become anemic. And then she would have just prescribed an iron supplement.

I know it's all a moot point now, but I can't help but feel a bit frustrated that all of my hard work and struggle was perhaps not necessary. I'm sure I'll get over it. Ay caramba.

Oh yeah! And we're off the heart medicine and the acid reflux medicine for good it seems. I really just can't get over how lucky we are. I know it's been a hard year, but I DO feel very lucky that Little Man's "problems" have (hopefully) only lasted a year. I know that we will most certainly face other hardships and tests in the future, but right now I'm exhaling, and I don't plan on holding my breath for anything else (especially unknowns).

Okay, I know I don't usually swear (save for ass and crap and stuff I don't really think is "that bad") but hey, the 'ku needed it, and it's what I thought and said to Warrior when I relayed how the visit went. Hopefully my family won't hold it against me!

In bloggy news, I REALLY want to be back "in it" if ya know what I'm saying, but I haven't been getting much screen time with the compy, so forgive me if I'm being a "bad blog friend." I need to start "blogging without guilt." Heheh.

Have a great weekend, everybody, and I CAN promise some Weekly Winners on Sunday -- I took some good ones on our adventures out and about!

12.14.2007

Haiku Ouch! That Hurts Mama!

Running his fingers
Over my chest. Gentle, please!
A price for closeness ~

Bruises on my breasts
Little Man scratching, pinching
Oh boy does it hurt.

Domestic violence*
Of the infantile manner
Baby harms Mama.

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It's Haiku Friday!

*I realize some of you may say vi-o-lence, but to me, violence (viol-ence, no "o" sound) is a two syllable word.

9.28.2007

Facebook Sucks, cre8Buzz Rocks

By now we all know that Facebook sucks. But did you know that cre8Buzz totally rocks?

"The Antman" (kind of like MySpace's Tom) asked all us Buzz users what they should do to get a "buzz" going about their site. I suggested having a breast feeding friendly user policy, unlike those other guys.

The League of Maternal Justice got an official statement from Antman, after I let them know that I was lobbying Antman on behalf of us moms. Here's what he had to say:

...we will absolutely not remove pictures of women breast-feeding from our site and we welcome anyone who feels we are a better alternative to Myspace and Facebook.

Cre8Buzz is the place where people can be seen, heard and found and interact with communities of like-minded folks. We believe that each community has its topics, issues and means of expression that are unique. Therefore, we at cre8buzz accept all means of expression, including photos, as long as they meet reasonable standards of appropriateness for that community. For Moms, breastfeeding is part of motherhood like dirty diapers and sick kids. We have no issue with members of the Moms community expressing themselves with pictures of breastfeeding.

Via League of Maternal Justice

It's not about showing off our pictures -- it's about policies that make sense.

If you'd like to join the Moms community (where I'm a member), send me an email or leave me a comment and I will send you an invite. Otherwise, cre8Buzz goes live on October 7th. You can pre-register at cre8Buzz now. Show them some love and sign up.

9.20.2007

All Worked Up

This is what I wrote yesterday on my Cre8Buzz blog:

We are off to the GI doctor where he can tell me how horrible of a mother I am for not feeding my son enough (seriously). I'm afraid he hasn't gained enough weight for the doc to give me a good review.

I am beginning to HATE this doctor. I feed Little Man WAY more often than any of my friends. I can't force him to eat more. He will just bite my nipple. Grr.

He also eats 4oz three times a day of solids, pretty good, no? Can't force him to eat more in this regard either.

To learn why we are going to the GI, go to my blog and hit the label, "elimination diet."

This concludes my rant. Thanks for listening. Suggestions and empathy welcome.

-VDog

I was much relieved when our visit went way more smoothly than I was anticipating. I had worked myself up into a nice frothy frenzy, only to defend myself haphazardly to an unimpressed audience. I felt like a tool crazy person.The nurse practitioner that works in conjunction with the Doctor even said, "you're doing a great job." The Doctor, not so much. I think he knows I'm not fond of him, and he thinks I'm some crazy hippie nut job. Which maybe I am. But seriously....

Doctor H. did NOT win any points with me on a previous visit by saying, "I know you don't like medications." I had NEVER said anything like that to him, so I was very surprised to hear that statement. He motored along with his spiel before I could defend myself, and our relationship has been downhill ever since.

What I didn't like, and where he probably got the idea that I was super-crunchy granola girl, was the 57% CORN SYRUP hypo-allergenic formula he was peddling to me as THE answer to the Little Man's problems. Little Man wouldn't take it, of course, so our only course of action was to try to continue my elimination diet and the breastfeeding and hope for the best. Luckily, it worked.

I was worried that Doctor H. would get all up in my grill about Munchie's weight gain because he had previously done so. Munchie came off his Zantac (for acid reflux) at six months because a lot of babies will outgrow their GERD at that point.

Not Munchie. Off the medicine, he proceeded to spew forth meal upon meal, and coupled with his increasing activity level (the boy won't stop!) and the fact that we were waiting to get the okay to start solids from Doctor H., Munchie barely gained any weight. So when we saw Doctor H. at six and a half months, Doctor H. assumed I wasn't feeding Munchie, and was really negative and condescending towards me. It was AWFUL.

So, the point of this story is to say, "Wow! I made it through the appointment without crying or getting all aggro on the Doctor! Woohoo!"

And the really good news:

We don't have to go back to see Doctor H. for two months! (He had been making us come every month.)

I get to add back SOY!! WooFREAKIN'hoo! Doctor H. even said we needed to be more aggresive with what we are adding back to my diet. I was assuming we would add soy back second to last, right before dairy.

And best of all:

My baby knows how to tear apart an exam table in 2.3 seconds flat!

9.17.2007

An Explanation, In Pictures

MamaMojo shows us why all of this NIP (nursing in public; just learned that one today!) brouhaha is ridiculous.

We seriously need to leave the Puritanism in the past.

9.16.2007

Boycott Bill Maher!

The Mommybloggers are PISSED.

On his HBO show on Friday night, Bill Maher compared breastfeeding in Applebee's restaurant to MASTURBATING in same restaurant. Which, of course, has all us moms up in a tizzy. As it should. This is one of THE MOST ludicrous things I have ever heard.

Sara over at Suburban Oblivion sums it up perfectly. And there's an interesting discussion going on in the comments as well. Go on, read it. I'll be right here waiting for you.

Maybe Erin's open letter on the Huffington Post will inspire Maher (also a Huffington contributor) to step up to the plate and own up to his hypocritical, misogynistic rant of Friday night. Maybe it won't.

But what Maher's public rant shows is that we breastfeeding -- and bottle feeding -- moms need to change the views of many about how we feed our babies. Why should bottle feeding moms get flak for NOT breastfeeding, and breastfeeding moms get flak FOR breastfeeding? The ways in which we punish women in our society for the choices we make is completely ridiculous.

Maher makes fun of us breast feeders for, essentially, being like animals. He makes fun of parents in general by calling us "breeders," and to further his point, says that dogs can also have babies. Which is neither here nor there.

Maher seems to be bothered that "lactivism" is overshadowing "more important" issues. Somehow I doubt that women fighting for their right to feed their babies is going to cause all the anti-war activists to give up their agenda.

Maher even says that breasts and food go together well -- but only at Hooters restaurants. I can guarantee you that the Hooters waitresses show much more skin and cleavage than I do when I feed my son in public.

It's been a tough week for breast feeders. First Facebook and now Bill Maher. We need to get on board with the CDC recommendations and assert our right to bear breasts (in the name of food) in hopes that we can demystify breastfeeding and remove the stigma attached to it.

Either way, we can't win. If we bottle feed, we're horrible mothers who don't want what's best for our babies. If we breastfeed, and do it in public, we're nipple-bearing, attention seeking whores.

Is this proof enough that our society is skewed to discriminate against and belittle women?

Sherry F. Colby says it best:

...why are some people so hostile to public breastfeeding?

The answer concerns more than just breastfeeding. It is about women's bodies and the customary rules that demand shame, also known euphemistically as "modesty," from females.

Women's breasts today are viewed presumptively as sexual and accordingly as dirty and taboo.

Ms. Colby goes on to state that we need to get out there and expose the public to breastfeeding, to normalize it. I wholeheartedly agree. As I stated previously, "With my Hooter Hider and my legal right to do so by my side, we are an unstoppable nursing pair!"

So get out there, ladies! No need to hide at home. We have NOTHING to be ashamed of, and ONLY our babies to nourish.

Check out my follow up post and to see what other fabulous women are saying, go to the round-ups here, here, and/or here.

I know a lot of you are reading this post, so please leave a comment, let me know what you think (and then go look at the cute baby pictures on my other posts)!

9.14.2007

This Week, In Numbers

7: Times Little Man has bitten me with his new teeth while nursing.

7: Number of times Little Man has smiled in glee at me after being admonished for biting.

101.9: Highest recorded temperature.

6: Hours that Little Man was MISERABLE from the fever (and who knows what else).

2: Number of times Little Man got up last night (YAY!!).

16lbs1oz: Number on the scale at the Cardiologist's yesterday.

28: Number of inches the Little Man measures now! Big boy!

1: Number of future visits likely with the Cardiologist (SUPER YAY! It went well).

2: Number of weird poops before the diarrhea set in.

5: Number of diarrhea diapers.

1: Worried mommy because her baby has never had diarrhea before.

1: Unworried Pediatrician (heh).

1: GranCracker who thinks fever + diarrhea could mean another tooth (anyone experience this?).

3: Number of days I've been thinking about doing this post.

1: Number of bloggers who beat me to the punch.

9.13.2007

We Decided To Call In Sick

Yesterday, Little Man and I had had enough. We really needed a break from our busy stay-at-home schedule. So we took a sick day. That's right, we're allowed. I think we have five left for the rest of the year. We better use them wisely!

Seriously though, Little Man was rockin' a wicked fever, which was causing him to want to ditch out of the office altogether. No phone calls or faxes to return. No, it was all PJ's all day for the Little Prince and his Queen Mommy.

Luxuriating in bed nursing (yes, we have finally mastered that! Woohoo!!), lazing around the house, having a nibble of food here and there. Despite the screaming that punctuated the early morning, it was a very nice way to spend the day indeed. And a day of rest was just what we both needed -- recharged the batteries, you know?

We both felt better (not 100% though) and more well rested by the late afternoon. I am hoping that the time off has cured what ails him. If not, we may just have to take a half day today.

We go to check in with the cardiologist this afternoon. Wish us luck!

8.20.2007

My Resolve Is Weakening

On April 7, 2007, Little Man's diaper was full of little bloody globules in his stool. Just four days prior, we had seen the pediatrician for his three month check-up, and the doctor had proclaimed his stool "perfect." What happened in such a short amount of time?

Seeing blood in your baby's diaper definitely freaks a mom (and dad) out. The doctor prescribed an elimination diet and a wait and see attitude, since Little Man was not exhibiting any other symptoms. In fact, he seemed perfectly healthy and happy.


The elimination diet I have now been on for four and a half months is wearing thin, to say the least. Of course, I am overjoyed that the Little Man is now symptom free, and has been for almost a month, but my taste buds are getting itchy. I'd really like some bread. Or cheese. Or nuts. Or actual noodles instead of rice or corn noodles.

At first I just had to give up dairy and eggs. Then dairy and eggs and soy and citrus and strawberries and tomatoes and chocolate (CHOCOLATE!! NOOOOOOO!!!!). Then I talked to the doctor again and she said, "OH, I forgot to tell you about nuts. You need to cut out nuts. Sorry!" This was all in the span of a week, just after Easter.

Five weeks into this brutality, with no improvement of symptoms, I was told to cut out wheat. I was now living the life of a gluten-free semi-vegan, and it sucked. It still sucks. But it doesn't suck as bad as Kristen's elimination diet did.

But there is hope for me -- today marks Little Man's one month free of symptoms. Our pediatrician said that I could add back a food after one month of no blood, since Little Man was symptomatic for so long. (Ok, for the last month I have cheated on the citrus and to a lesser extent, the tomatoes, but the GI doc said that was fine, and Munchie is still symptom free.) I really want more variety, but at the same time I am scared Little Man's symptoms will return. And I really don't want them to return.

I have put calls in to the pediatrician and the GI Doc's office to confirm my allowance. I don't want to have any backsliding. But part of me wonders, "what if it really is just the milk? Have I not been eating all these other things in vain?" At the same time, what if it's not the milk? The uncertainty is extremely frustrating. And the only way to get the answer is to risk seeing red again. Ugh.

This has definitely tested my willpower, but not as much as I had initially thought. To give something up for my own better health or weight loss is MUCH harder than giving up a lot of things for the benefit of my son's health. It is only recently that I have had cravings for the forbidden foods.

The diet was hard at first, because I did not know how to eat properly without all of those foods in my diet, especially dairy and wheat (and soy is now in EVERYTHING!! I swear!). I was constantly hungry, and had a headache the entire first week.

Now I don't feel any different than before -- I just eat differently. People ask me all the time if I feel GREAT! now that I've cut out dairy. But I don't. I feel exactly the same. Only I REALLY miss dairy. ;)

I will let you know how things pan out. Here's to hoping I can add a food, and that Little Man stays symptom free!

8.08.2007

Top 5 Reasons NOT to Breastfeed

Now that Breastfeeding Awareness Week is officially over, I bring you (a tongue-in-cheek) look at why you DO NOT want to breastfeed:

5. You value the sanctity of your neck and back.

4. You value the sanctity of your nipples.

3. "The only person getting close to my nipples is my body piercer."

2. "I was formula fed, and I turned out great!"

1. "Like, eeeww, gross...it's disgusting! I don't want some little...creature sucking on my boob!"

No babies were harmed in the making of this post. For the record, my mother breastfed all four of her kids into eternity.

8.05.2007

Happy Breastfeeding Awareness Week!

Breastfeeding Awareness Week is almost over, but it's a very important topic to me, and it definitely deserves a post.

I am so proud to have exclusively breast-milk-fed Little Man his entire life. It wasn't anywhere NEAR easy. In fact, at times it was excruciatingly difficult. I even wanted to give up entirely one weekend, but my husband gave me all the support I needed to continue (thanks, hun!).

You may have noticed I said breast-milk-fed. You see, Little Man was born at thirty-two weeks, and was fed exclusively through a tube, first through his mouth, and then through his nose, until he was almost thirty-five weeks. We got to start "recreational breastfeeding" sometime around thirty-four weeks, not for food, but to introduce him to the concept of sucking on mom instead of a pacifier.



When I think about all the obstacles the Little Man and I had to overcome to successfully breastfeed and compare it to other nursing couples that quit at far fewer problems, it makes me very sad. I think it all boils down to breastfeeding education, a strong support system and available resources to make nursing successful. I feel very fortunate that our NICU had a wonderful Lactation Consultant available every day, Monday through Friday, to help us moms with pumping, latching and positioning techniques and more.

I know I would have been determined to keep trying if she had not been available, but I also wanted to quit three weeks after Little Man came home from the hospital because it was JUST. SO. HARD. No sleep plus a constantly hungry baby makes mommy crazy and eager to give dad, grandma, anyone a bottle. So I know that if you don't have a good support system, which is wholly supportive of your breastfeeding plans, in place when the going gets rough, it is very likely that you will give up.

Luckily for me, I had tons of milk pumped from my twenty-one days of exclusive pumping, plus seven days of mostly pumping (I breastfed Little Man while I was at the hospital with him his final week there, after he learned how to feed, plus still pumped because I had more milk than he could eat). After Little Man came home from the hospital, my husband was able to give him a bottle of my milk every morning, and then when I needed a nap at night and on the weekends. It was a great relief for me. I was able to get a shred of sanity back in the three hours I could sleep, and not feel guilty because my son was getting my milk, and not formula.

I don't know how women who are breastfeeding exclusively (full-term babies who come home from the hospital with you) would find the time or energy to pump milk in order to get a break from the constant care a newborn requires. You do not get a break from breastfeeding in those early weeks, at least not very easily. Sending formula home with parents when they leave the hospital makes it a very attractive option when you're literally going insane from lack of sleep.

Not that breast(milk) feeding has to be all or nothing. I believe every bit of breast milk a baby can get is a good thing, and the more the better. But is it really that detrimental if a baby gets one bottle of formula a day? It really depends on the baby and the situation.

If one bottle of formula a day leads to two and so on, and the mother's milk supply dwindles because the breasts are not getting enough signals to produce milk (i.e., being sucked on), then obviously it is detrimental to the breastfeeding relationship. If you are of the opinion that breast milk is the perfect food for babies, then it is also detrimental to the baby. If you don't have an opinion one way or the about the difference between breast milk and formula, then, eh...it doesn't matter.

The babies I personally know that are mostly breastfed and get a bottle of formula occasionally all have to use pre-digested versions of formula, as regular formula gives them funky digestive troubles. Formula is just not as easy on their immature digestive systems as breast milk. Some of these babies still have trouble with gas and eliminating even with the "gentle" formula. In this situation, perhaps it's not optimal, but I wouldn't say it is detrimental unless the baby is really suffering from gas, etc., from the formula.

I fully support formula use where it is an absolute necessity for the mom. If you are prone to depression, or have had post-partum depression before, it's probably best for you and the baby to formula feed. I believe that Mommy needs to be sane to function and be a healthy and happy (well as happy as you can be coming down from all those hormones!) caregiver. If there is some other medical reason you need to formula feed, then by all means go forth and feed without guilt. If you CAN'T do something about it, then why beat yourself up over it? It's not productive for you or your family to feel bad about the smart choice you are making.

If you CAN breastfeed, and choose not to (not even try), I would just hope that you are making a well informed decision. I think the many benefits of breastfeeding (always there, ready, right temperature, no bottles to lug around) outweigh the inconveniences (little to no freedom for mom), and that the benefits of formula feeding (more freedom for mom) do not outweigh the inconveniences (lugging bottles and formula and water everywhere, risk of running out, etc.). At least for me.

There have been times when, of course, I have thought, "well, wouldn't it be nice if he could just take a bottle (of formula)?" I wouldn't have to pump milk for him if I wanted to go out for an extended period of time...I could do something spur of the moment. But being with my son is not a burden. And he can easily go most places I want to go. I am not ashamed to breastfeed in public. With my Hooter Hider and my legal right to do so by my side, we are an unstoppable nursing pair!

One reason women wean early or cut way back on breastfeeding is because of our country's piss-poor excuse of maternity leave. I am lucky enough to be able to stay home with my son, for much, much longer than most moms are able. This has enabled us to successfully continue our breastfeeding relationship well over seven months.

If spending time with my baby because he absolutely must breast feed is the sacrifice I have to make for the first year of his life, well then, that's the way it has to be. When I look at it in a positive light, i.e., I get to spend time with my son which will never occur again in the same way, it sounds awesome. If you look at it as "I never get to go out and do anything by myself," then of course it sounds bad. I do get to go out, just not for very long. Hopefully when Little Man is less dependent on me for nourishment and comfort, I can get some "me" time back -- but for now, I just remember that my entire life before having him was, essentially (more or less), "me" time.

I am extremely proud that Little Man has had less than a half-cup of formula his whole life. He wouldn't have gotten any, but he was having an allergy issue and we were to try hypo-allergenic formula. (Btw, that stuff is NASTY! It seriously smells like rotting Fritos.) Little Man, however, had the wits to refuse that stuff, and we gave up on that and just hoped that my elimination diet would do the trick. It did, eventually, after nine weeks -- we had great improvement followed by a small relapse. But now, four months later, he is symptom free, all without the formula the GI doctor was heavily pushing on us as the answer.

I was on bed rest for almost two weeks before Little Man was born, so fortunately I had some time to educate myself about breastfeeding. The parent education department of the hospital brought Labor, Breastfeeding and Baby Care books to my room. I learned the science behind breastfeeding, along with technique tips and resources available to me should I encounter a problem. I feel very lucky that I got this education, as I needed all of the information I learned to become successful at breastfeeding.

Having resources available to you as you learn to breastfeed is a crucial part of the puzzle that many women don't have. A Lactation Consultant, experienced breastfeeder, and supportive partner are great resources to reach out to for advice, moral support, and a shoulder to cry on. Unfortunately, not all women can afford a visit with a Lactation Consultant. The two to four days you spend in the hospital are not enough time to learn how to breastfeed -- if your hospital even has a Lactation Consultant. Some women don't know anyone who has successfully breastfed, or perhaps they feel awkward asking her for help. Finally, a supportive partner can be hard to come by! Imagine not having any of these resources and trying to breastfeed. It is an immense struggle. We need all the help, love and support we can get in learning how to feed our baby. This support needs to continue throughout the breastfeeding relationship to achieve the one-year goal, heck, even the six-month goal.

Congratulate yourselves, ladies, if you've been able to breastfeed your baby -- even a little bit. It is hard work, and I applaud you!

 

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