Jan 262012
 

Incase you missed the prior post, look here.

As the last post stated, my first nursing expierence started out well.

After the first month, I had it all…..I was pumping out what Jack didn’t eat, he was eating with me like a champ, and taking bottles.  Even when I went back to work, all was good.  I was a lazy nurser.  I only did it when I wanted to, and would ask Joe to help at night, then sleep through, and pump 18-22 oz. in the morning.

We had decided to go on vacation to Disney World, and this was the time they were making nursing mothers drink their own milk.  I thought I was fine, we had a gigantic stock pile saved in the freezer, and it was time to quit.

I did this at 6 months.  For me, big mistake.  HUGE.

I rushed into it, and quitting sent me into a post partum sadness I hadn’t expected.  It lasted a few months, and I swore when I had another baby I would nurse them until they went to college.  (Not really:))

When Luke came along, we were only seperated after his c-section arrival for about 15 min.  He also latched on like a champ, ate well, and life was bliss.  I also manipulated “the ladies” and once again was making the dairy barn at the State fair look like a small farm with one cow….(does that even make sense)…. He too took bottles like a champ, and switched back & forth with ease (do you hate me yet?)

Around month #10 for Mr. L., he decided that Momma wasn’t cutting it.  He refused to nurse.  He cried, and wanted nothing to do with me.  I tried.  SEVERAL TIMES for at least 2 weeks.  Then I gave up.  Once again I was sad.  Soooo soooo sad.

It was better then knowing I’d quit though.  With Jack, our stock pile ran out a bit early, so he ended up getting some formula, but with Luke, he only ever had my milk.  That made me feel less sad… like less of a quitter.

I realized after having Luke that all the insecurities I’d had about not delivering the regular way, were made up for the fact that I had decent nursing success.

Again, Joe was there, every step of the way.  He’s been simply amazing.

The journey doesn’t end there though…. with Max I became even more OCD.  (still am).  look for a post on that soon.

 

I just wanted to record a fun little rhyme that I made up, and is common in our house.

I made it up when Jack was little, and it has continued down the line.

It goes a little something like this.

“I love you from your nose to your toes,

from your belly to where your smelly, 

from your hair, to just under there..(usually under their knees)”

I love you everywhere.”

The other lil saying is not ours……

“I love you to the moon and back, 

and there and back and there and back.”

 

 

 

I gave you a home in my womb for 10 months.

I had major surgery to bring you into the world.

I’ve let you feed off my body for the last 6 months….

And this is your somewhat first word..….

Oh well, could be worse I suppose.

Jan 242012
 

Today, I left work early to get Jack and have some him and I time.   I also needed to get him ready for what I thought was a kindergarten round up night.  (But, it was a “parent night,” and I was the jack hole who showed up with my 3 kids…late…and with a baby who needed to nurse…it.was.lovely)

Anyway, I was on the phone with my friend C, (talking about life and kindergarden), when all of a sudden I heard something….   I looked at the steps, and saw my 5 yr old, stark naked, with his ass in the air.  He was asking me if his butt is clean.  I say yes, and he says “well that’s good because I use-ded all the toilet paper to get it all clean.”

WHAT?

I set the phone down, and ask him how much is all the toilet paper.  “Um, well a lot, kinda.”

So, I take him to the nearest bathroom, and I grab a small amount of tp.  Like 5 sheets.  I then state the following

“Jack, do you see this amount of toilet paper?  This is all I use, and Mommy’s butt is way bigger then yours.  (this solicits a large giggle from him, and then myself ) “This is all you need, maybe two of these but not anymore.”

He then replies…..

“but Mommy, I just use-ded all of it”

So we walk upstairs.  Me once again explaining how my rear is bigger and doesn’t even use that much.

Then, it dawns on me that I can just use 5 yr old logic.  So, I tell him.

“Jack, just count 5 pieces and that’s fine.”

You can now see the light bulb in his head…. he then replies

“like 5 years old Mom”

Perfect Jack.

****Side note, we got home from said parent night, and came to find my toilet, not the one he’d used was totally plugged.  I have no idea why.

6

Jan 242012
 

You are 6 months old.

You roll from your back to your tummy with ease.

You smile at everyone and they fall in love with you instantly.

You LOVE your brothers and they get the best laughs out of you.

You are just getting to start the veggie baby food and you like it.

My favorite thing about you is everything.

Except maybe your consistent bm blowouts.

I love the way you sleep, the way you laugh, the way you look at me.  Just everything.

You are a Momma’s boy.

You love your blankey and putting it over your face

You look adorable in every hat we put on you.

You are 20 lbs. :)

You LOVE to jump.  Thank God for the Johnny Jumper.

You smell like a combo of spit up and heaven at all times

We adore you, and thank God for you.  We wished for you and hoped for you and are greatful for you (and your brothers)

Now, please stop growing so fast.

Jan 232012
 

The crab in me wants to come out full force.

The stress is taking over and it seems like everywhere I turn, there’s a little more added to that pile.

I’m hoping it ends SOON.

Tomorrow we go see a school we hope Jack will get into.  It’s a lottery drawing, and I’m praying we are picked.  Yet, I’m skeptical and thinking we won’t.  (I know I should be thinking positive, but I’m just not there)

On the good front, L’s bm’s have become more solid.  Now if we could just wish them to only happen 1 time per day instead of 3-5.

On that note.  Max is crying.  That’s my cue

 

I feel like this topic is controversial.  But, I really don’t get why.

Maybe because the decision is so personal.  To me though, it really boils down to the mother, or even the couple.  What do I mean?

Um… before I get into it, I want to explain a few things. I’m going to spell out words that might invite spammers.  Also, this is my story, and my feelings, and my experience… It’s not meant to be offensive.

Starting from the begining,

I used to think that it was gross.  I would see women doing it in public, and I thought, I couldn’t do that.  My “ladies” had always been more of a attention grabber, (not by my choice), and not so much of a feeding mechanism.  Not that I would give them dirty looks or anything, but more like “um, that’s not for me.”

Then I got preggers…. I was told by friends about their issues with nursing.  From the   n i p p l e   shield that had to be used or trouble with latches. Most of their issues then became fears of mine.  The longer I was prego, the more I wanted to know more about it.  I discussed it with Joe, and we decided to try it.  We are cheap, and it’s free :)

We read up on all the no-no’s.  Like, don’t let the hospital give the baby a nuk.  Or don’t let them give the baby sugar water… or, they need to latch asap, or if they come early…they have a harder time latching.

In taking all this into consideration (like any new, freaked out mom) I had a plan.  My baby would be born naturally or with an epidural, and I would hold, and nurse him on the spot.

But,

that’s not what happened.  Not even close.

Jack was born via c-section, due to my lack of dilation and his heart rate dipping way too low.

He was born, and I didn’t see him again for an hour and 45 mins.

Luckily, my husband is a semi-God, and held him off from the stated no-no’s above.  I found him in his little hospital bed, sucking the hell out of his hands.  The poor kid was STARVING.

I put him on, and it was like it was meant to be.

But,

He was a week late.  (Yes, I buy into the b.s. about if the baby’s born early, their latch is poorer)

My  n i p p l e s   are “ideal for nursing” (per the lactation consultant)

I had UBER support.  I wanted to give up around day 2, and again the God husband stepped in and said, lets just try it again.  He helped me work the udders, and made me keep at it when I was feeling like I was horrible at it.

Let’s keep it real though.

It hurt.  For about the 1st 2 weeks.

I was doing it wrong, and thankfully I had a nurse come out after he was born to help correct the issue.

I also had no clue about pumping out the other side to avoid engorgement.  (at the time, Jack would eat off only one side and be full)

That’s what I went through the first time.  But not all of what I went through.

There’s more…. way more.  Maybe you don’t want to even know, and maybe someone will find it helpful.

*****Why do I think it depends on the mother or couple?  Because the mother has to want to even give it one try.  That still doesn’t mean it will work.  If it’s not working, and it’s what she wants to really do, she needs support.  Even then, it may not work.  This makes her still as amazing and wonderful a mother as she was the day before she delivered.  Being a mom who nurses her baby doesn’t make you better or special.  It makes you the same as a mom who formula feeds.  Just like being a mom who delivers “the old fashioned way” versus one who has a c-section.    Therefor, if the mom wants to, and her partner helps her, it might work.  But it might not.  If it doesn’t, then it doesn’t matter.

 

Sometimes I don’t get it.

I really don’t.

L is not potty trained yet.  While this fact is hard for me, it’s not lost on me that there are several factors as to why.

For one, I’m not very good at it.  Life’s been hard, and I have been too overwhelmed to really commit to working on it.  Excuses, Excuses..

I decided to try, and start this endeavor just before the holiday season, because I had ten days in a row.  Day one began well, but toward the middle of no potty accidents, he had a very loose bm, & it leaked all over.

Since then, L has had rhea’ pretty much on and off again.  And lately, he’s had it for several days in a row.

As usual, we became worried, even though there were no other symptoms, other then complaint that his head hurt (which we figured for a bit of dehydration.)

He of course checked out fine at the doctor.  Hadn’t even lost weight.  They did ask for a stool sample though, just in case.

Here’s the fun part.

The lab hands me two vials, and a note explaining how to collect the sample.    It states that he should not be wearing a disposable diaper.  I asked the lab about this, and the tech stated, “you could just tape a plastic bag to his bottom.”

WHAT?

Are you FOR REAL LADY?

Ready for the irony….

He hasnt’ pooped yet today.  Not even a bit.

Kids!

 

 

 

Have you heard of Legos?

You can’t possibly live in this house, and not have heard (or stepped on) Lego’s.

They’ve been requested for birthdays, x-mas, & every single trip to Target it seems.

I like Legos.  I like them because the are a great use of your mind, and time.  They challenge you.

So, when my mom agreed to give us her old TV armiore, I was thrilled, and moved it right in.

In doing this, I realized I had yet another piece of furniture I didn’t need. A coffee table that I’d gotten off Craigslist for about $6.00 with a set of other furniture.  It was in semi decent shape, but I’m trying hard to eliminate the extra in our house, so I planned to ask around & see if anyone wanted it.  That’s when I remembered this post from my lovely friend Jen.  She rules.  I remembered reading it, and thinking that my kiddos would love something like that too.  In fact, I almost wish I’d copied her….oh well.

I decided to take this table (In black) and the one behind it and make the kids (and my nephew … ) and make them into lego tables.

I’ve seen lego tables on the internet and on craigslist for $50-200.  Some were cool, but the ones in my price range were too small, or had little storage etc..

One is a coffee table, the other an end table.  Since my sister lives in a 2 bedroom apt. I thought the end table would be better for my nephew.

As you can see, the coffee table is a bit beat up, but still sturdy.

Then I looked up how much a lego base plate is.  They come in a few sizes and range in price from $5.00 to $30 depending on what you want. Because of the sizes of tables we were using, we opted for the smaller bricks.  This way we wouldn’t need to cut any of them.

I pitched the idea to Joe, and then did some more internet research on how to get them to glue to the top of the table.  Most I’d found used some form of cement that sounded really toxic & probably had a lovely odor to them.  I decided to go with silicone caulk, because if it’s good enough to bind my counter tops, it should work for a lil ol’ lego table.

Here are all the supplies we needed (and we didn’t use nearly all of it).

Plus this handsome guy to help make sure it’s all done correctly :)

Total cost broke down like this:

12 “bricks” from the Lego store @ 4.99 each is $70.00

2 pkgs of sand paper with 3 pieces per pack) (only 2 of the 6 used) $1.50

2 tubes of silicone caulk (only one used) 4.00

2 tables. The end table I’ve had 4 10 years, and the other I paid 6 for 3 months ago.

Total cost ( I subtracted a bit for the crap I can return)

$73.00 for 2 Lego tables.  Not that bad.  You could even save more if you decided not to cover every inch of the surfaces, like we did on the larger table.

Priming the table with sandpaper

Gluing them down

From start to finish this took us 20 min tops, and we have let it set for 2 days with some totes and boxes on top.

All done!

UPDATE: The caulk didn’t stick very well.  I think we needed to use more.  We haven’t tried yet, due to life throwing some curve balls our way.  Will update once we try it.  :)

Also, we gave it, and the reaction wasn’t as enthused as I’d hoped…. instead Jack freaked out about Santa giving him boxer br :)

 

 

 

Jan 172012
 

20….years ago we met

11….years ago we re-connected and I decided to start really believing in fate.

8….years ago today we said I do.

Year 7 was full of bliss, stress, and more then anything change.

Thankfully, there was no itching :)

J, I know the last few months have been tough, but more then anything I wouldn’t want anyone but you by my side.  I love you.  Looking forward to year 8 and all of it’s possibilities.   xoxo

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