Archive | June, 2012

Breastfeeding, take II – or – My leaky left boob!

30 Jun

I breastfed the Turtle successfully for 14 months. When he was born there was no question that I would try to feed him myself. None. That had something to do with the 5 foot long flow chart I was given in my antenatal class about how to prepare a bottle. It all looked very complicated – boiling water, waiting a half an hour, utter madness. Breastfeeding just looked easier. And it was. Although I never thought I would feed him for “that long”. I set myself small goals. 1 week. 6 weeks. Until he got teeth. 6 months. Until we got to the States. 1 year. As long as I could. He stopped one day, all of a sudden. It left me perplexed. I didn’t know what to do. How would I get him to sleep? Comfort him? Make sure he ate enough? That was the most nightmarish part of breastfeeding him. (Not that it was all rosy. There was mastitis, engorgement and all sorts to deal with, but he was “a good feeder” so it felt easier than it was.)

This little lady is a different kettle of fish. The Turtle was a gannet from the start. Mouth wide open. Perfect latch. He would feed. Sleep. Wake up. Feed. Sleep. He had no problems with wind (gas). He didn’t spit up. He was the child a first time breastfeeding mother wants/needs. As I said, his sister is different. She won’t open her mouth quite wide enough. There’s a lot of licking. She pops on and off quite frequently (leading me to dread feeding her in public). When she does latch, she takes such big gulps that she almost drowns herself (another reason why I won’t be using a nursing cover – the other being that I want to be able to see her). And she suffers from “wind” (gas) and roars like a banshee.

On the plus side, I have absolutely no doubts about whether I am producing enough milk. My letdown reflex (like the valve that releases milk when the baby starts to suck) seems to be broken. If she grunts I start to leak. If I feed her on one side, the other starts to leak. If she feeds and pops off I leak. The left boob leaks more than the right, just in case you’re interested.
If I lived in a different time I could be a wet nurse for all of the children in the neighbourhood.

I’m sure things will settle down (I hope). For the moment, it’s a good reminder that they may both be my children, but they are different people. No matter how alike they look.

The joys of not being pregnant

28 Jun
  • I can wrap myself in a towel and have the ends actually meet.
  • I can see my own feet.
  • Feet that are becoming less Hobbit-like by the day.
  • The stairs no longer loom like Everest.
  • I have more than an inch between my belly and the steering wheel.
  • Bland foods like toast no longer give me heartburn.
  • I can walk more than 3 feet without getting out of breath.
  • I  no longer have to limit myself to one $4 coffee a day! I can brew my own, and drink it all up! (I had to limit myself because I was very close to consuming two pots a day, which is excessive, even when not pregnant.)
  • I may be woken up 2 or 3 times a night, but I can go back to sleep!! That didn’t happen with pregnancy insomnia.
  • I can sleep on my back, or even my front if I want.
  • And best of all, I have a little* newborn to snuggle

 

* The term little is entirely subjective here, seeing as she was 9lb 7oz and 21 inches long.

(I am only 9 days post op and not running on all cylinders, but soooooooooo happy to not be pregnant anymore. Although when I was pregnant I didn’t find it all that bad. It’s just retrospectively.)

 

On the eve of becoming a big brother

18 Jun

Dear Turtle,

Tomorrow you will become a big brother “and I’m is very ‘cited about that, amn’t I Momma?” Yes son, you are. Even if you’re worried about the baby “slobbering on my toys”. Apparently babies slobber a lot (yes), drink milk from Momma’s boobies (yes) and like being tickled (um, not so sure).

Sometimes you think you’re getting a sister, sometimes a brother. Most of the time you say you want a brother and a sister. Erm, not right now. Although I can’t make any promises.

I think you are going to be an absolutely brilliant big brother (if I can keep the tickling to a minimum!) You are kind, thoughtful and helpful. You seem to love babies (how you’ll be when s/he is mobile may be a different story!) and gravitate towards them whenever they’re near. Hopefully the novelty won’t wear off (or hopefully it will, I’m not sure yet).

I know that this will be a bit of an upheaval for you. For us all. But only for a little while. The day will come when we won’t remember the baby not being here.

Won’t that be something?

Baby makes

6 Jun

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Slightly obsessed with making baby things.
I can’t seem to help myself.

With the Turtle I couldn’t bring myself to buy anything (anything. At. All.) besides the absolute minimum needed for my hospital bag.

But making things is so much fun. Especially those pants by Rae. Even if  I initially got confused by which seam was which.

I have another week or so. How much more making can I fit in???

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