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October 17, 2011

Toddler Bootcamp

Since these last few weeks of clinical training for school, I haven’t been able to spend time with Alex like I want to. We have been potty training and working on vocabulary as I got him ready for school in the morning and ready for bed in the evening. But these past six weeks while I was training, Daddy took him to school in the morning and I was just to exhausted in the evening.  Potty training took more than a backseat since the daycare wasn’t enforcing it like I thought. Alex started acting out and screaming for things since I wasn’t there as much as I used to be (and yes, this broke my heart entirely). So, I decided that during my two week break from clinicals, Alex was gonna go through “Toddler Bootcamp”.

But why mommy? You know I love you right?!?

For me, Toddler Bootcamp was heavy (well heavier, since I’m not TRYING to stress it too much) potty training, introducing new words and making sure he used his words when asking for things. So far, today Monday is day 3.  I am proud to say that Alex has been asking for the potty consistently and we are back up to approximately 50%. Also, there have been less meltdowns but he’s been slightly under the weather so that calls for more cuddling rather than falling out in front of the fridge because I can’t tell whether he wants yogurt, milk, pediasure, or water.

So, what am I doing different? Pottying: asking more often, paying more attention to cues, and for about 2-3hrs a day he is diaper-free. Vocabulary/Manners: introduce new words as often as possible, reinforce manners where important like the dinner table, make sure that both Daddy and I use manners. Other things: discipline with this little one has been HARD. We have a timeout chair which he does sometimes but in true mischievous little boy fashion, he loves to disobey.  So for now, taking the Nanny Jo approach with timeout, explain afterwards what was wrong, child apologize, hug and keep it moving. Let’s hope all this stuff works!

What is new with your little ones? Am I crazy for putting little man through “toddler bootcamp”?


August 3, 2011

My Doula Experience

My friend Katena had a beautiful little boy 6 months ago and throughout pregnancy and labor she had many questions for me (since my son Alex is 9 months older). I spoke highly of my midwife, my birth plan, and most importantly my doula. Yes, I had a doula. Her name is Dee Dee and she is pretty awesome! I thought that she would be more of a coach for my husband (who likes to stay attached to his blackberry and the idea of that happening during my labor made me….angry LOL). However, she was more there for me during my braxton hicks and prodromal labor and the intense contractions after they gave me pitocin in the hospital. I always knew that Dee Dee had a calming and beautiful aura around herself and that’s exactly what I needed in labor and delivery. In a way, I became a mini coach for Katena during her delivery and it made me feel pretty awesome that I could help her like Dee Dee helped me.  Katena interviewed me about my doula and you can read it here

June 16, 2011

Why I Chose to Breastfeed

My mom breastfed me. That’s all I knew. I wasn’t sure for how long or what the reasoning was but my mom breastfed me. Therefore, I always knew that I would breastfeed my own child when I had one. A few years ago, my sister’s friend came to visit from her new home in Africa. She had her child with her and that was my first encounter with extended breastfeeding. Sitting on our couch, she knew her child was hungry and fed her right there. Amazingly, I was not “grossed out” by someone who was breastfeeding her child with teeth.
Then in 2009 I became pregnant. About 20wks into my pregnancy, I decided to take charge of my birth along with the help of my midwife. Within my research, I found many support groups on both birth and breastfeeding. It was then I learned that breastfeeding wasn’t as simple as putting baby to the breast. There are two people in the equation (mother AND baby) and they both have to “know” what they were doing. So armed with information and determination, I was ready.
The day of delivery didn’t go as planned. I ended up being induced and then had a c-section, but I was happy my little bundle of joy got here safely. However, while I was recovering from my c-section, the nurses took my little man to Special Care area where he was offered a bottle. Luckily, I brought my pump with me to the hospital and I pumped colostrum along with his feeding schedule in Special Care. They would not “release” him from Special Care until he took the required amount of formula (this is a major Booby Trap). I would go and attempt to latch him but he just wasn’t ready (which was the issue the nurses had with the bottle). 2 days later, he knew what to do and latched on like a champ. 2 days after that, my milk came in and there was no looking back.
I went back to work VERY EARLY, but I was determined to breastfeed my child a whole year. I set up a lactation room at my job and at school my teachers let me use their offices. Anytime I had issues, I would look to my online support groups. I found safe havens like Best for Babes, Blacktating, and The Leaky B@@b. It was the latter 2 that had me asking my husband, “what do you think if I breastfed for 2years?”
However, as my son’s first year came to an end, so did our nursing relationship. My son was more interested in exploring and I was getting “touched out”. At around 9mths, my pumping slowed down to 1-2x a day. By the time he was 11mths, he was nursing only once every 2-3 days. Our last nursing session was 2 days after his 1st birthday.

My advice to new moms wanting to breastfeed? 1) Read read read. 2) Find a healthcare provider that will support you in your efforts. 3) Use your lactation consultant to the fullest at the hospital (especially if its a good one). 4) Know that breastfeeding takes time and dedication but you can do it. Besides any amount of time breastfeeding is great. 5) Find support groups that you would like to be a part of. 6) And most importantly, don’t feel discouraged. Just do your best and forget the rest!

December 1, 2010

My Childbirth Story

At 39 weeks, my midwife told me that the practice would only let her have me go 1 week over my due date. I understood, working in healthcare, so I planned for when I would be out of school. I was banking on the fact that I would have a natural (meaning no drugs) childbirth and if I HAD to be induced, I was still going to have the baby vaginally. By week 40, I was doing all ‘natural induction‘ techniques but nothing seemed to work! My midwife hooked me up to a monitor in the office and I was contracting but not dilating. She gave me some evening primrose oil, said I could do Castor oil rubs, have sex and she expected to see me at the hospital in labor. The day of my scheduled induction, she was shocked that I still hadn’t gone into labor. By this point, I was having pretty consistent contractions at 10-15min apart but still not dilating. My midwife said the she would meet me at the hospital and start me with Cervidil. She explained that way, I can dilate with my contractions and the baby should be out by the morning. This was Wednesday evening at 7pm. 9am Thursday morning she came into my hospital room asking me why I didn’t have my baby yet. I had been on my birthing ball, changing positions, walking around…nothing. My midwife also had “words” (outside my room of course) with my RN on the morning shift because the RN decided to pull my Cervidil after the midwife said she wanted to be the ONLY one to touch me. Plus, this RN kept asking me when did I want pain medication because “at some point you’re GONNA need it“.  10am, Pitocin was started. She didn’t want to PUSH me, so she did smaller than the recommended increments because, that baby was coming out! That’s when things got hard. The pressure was a whole lot stronger than I had been feeling. My husband and doula would switch off and massage me, I was in and out of bed, still rolling on the ball, and I tried to eat but my appetite was gone. Around 6pm, after going to the potty and climbing back into bed, the RN came to check on me before her shift ended. In those 5 minutes of talking to her, I felt a huge rush of warm fluid and said, “Ooo, I think my water just broke!” She told me, “No, can’t be” (see why I didn’t like her?) To which I responded, “It can’t be pee, I JUST went!” She checked me, and almost said no again until she saw it still flowing and said, “you sure did break your water!” I felt relieved because the end was near. My midwife came back in (she was supposed to be off for 2 days from the hospital but she refused to let me birth without her), checked me and I was 5cm. Sometime after the next pitocin increment and the next 2hrs, I lost track of what was going on. I literally was in “active labor”, delusional, breathing thru each contraction (which seemed like 0min apart), and just wanted my husband by me holding my hand. The next time I saw my midwife, I asked for just a little something. I think she gave me Demerol which let me rest for about 10-15min. Around 9pm, the midwife was back in my room and I had oxygen on my face (where did THAT come from?). Her, the evening shift RN, my doula, and my husband had me changing positions constantly and trying to massage the baby down into my birth canal, which really hurt my back. The next thing I heard was my midwife quietly tell the nurse, “can you call Doctor Jordan?” My first words were, “I’m going to surgery? Can I get the epidural now?” The midwife explained that the baby’s heartrate started to drop and was not progressing down the birth canal. She wanted to wait a little longer but have the doctor ready. I asked for the epidural again. My husband and doula knew I was speaking out of pain, tiredness, and just plain delusional LOL. They told me it wasn’t what I wanted and I was doing so well. “Let’s not think of surgery. You are doing great, you are strong.” I started pleading with my husband, “I know that, this is not out of pain. I’m tired and about to go to surgery. I want the epidural!” Somehow, the husband and I decided to go ahead and get the epidural and see if I can progress and NOT be cut (I was trying to avoid a c-section). The midwife agreed. Of course, it seemed like hours for the anesthesiologist to get there and I was soooo relaxed after getting my epidural. I fell asleep and next thing I know it was midnight and my midwife told me the heartrate was still dropping, the baby still wasn’t coming down, and she didn’t want it to be an emergency c-section. I asked her to leave to discuss with my husband. I was comfortable to go ahead with the surgery because I felt that everything was done at that point. When my midwife came back in, I told her my decision and asked her to be in surgery next to my doctor. She agreed not to leave me until I woke up from surgery and b/c she did, I ended up with a beautiful stitch that she made sure the doc did (and refused for her to use staples)! I was asleep for the most part (which is why I didn’t want drugs, they hit me hard); turns out my son was FACE UP (yay for back labor) and 8lbs 2oz (they expected high 6s, low 7s). My husband woke me up, put my glasses on and let me kiss my son for the 1st time. I was happy it was over. I cried tears of joy.  It was great that he was healthy and I was recovering nicely. Below, you’ll find some important parts from my Birth Plan (which was loosely followed since I ended up with a c-section). Did your childbirth experience follow your birth plan? How closely?

My Birth Plan (excerpts):

I would like the room to stay as quiet and tranquil as possible.  I would like to keep the door closed, minimal interruptions, soft voices, dim lights, and soft music (provided by myself).  Please do not offer any pain medication to me. I will request it if needed.

  • I prefer not to have my labor augmented as long as baby and I are fine.  If my labor needs to be induced or augmented, I prefer natural methods (i.e.-nipple stimulation) and Cervidil (if needed)
  • infrequent vaginal exams
  • freedom to move around (including sitting up, walking around, etc.)
  • as long as the baby and I are doing well:  intermittent rather than continuous EFM,  no stringent time limits

If C-section is needed, I’d like:

  • My husband to be present at all times
  • the surgery to be explained to me as it happens
  • to breastfeed as soon as possible

"Hey there lil guy! Nice to finally meet you"

November 4, 2010

I’m Coming for you Tooth Fairy

So my son’s first tooth still hasn’t cut thru yet. His gums are swollen, he’s drooling like crazy, and uses his whole fist (or anything hard he can chew that’s in his reach) to soothe his poor gums. I’m mad at the tooth fairy because he would wake up at most 1 time a night. One night, he made it for a full 12hrs! Now? Um, he’s back to waking up every 2-3hrs just to nurse. It got so bad, around 3am we’re co-sleeping again. He’s too big (and mind you, too strong) to be co-sleeping with daddy and I. Mainly me, my back hurts from his kicking! So yea, tooth fairy, watch yo back!

August 28, 2010

I am Changing

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So motherhood has definately changed me. I hope for the better as well. I like to think I have become a better partner for the hubby. Granted I’m currently still gone on my 15hr days but that will change in a week or so. I hope this new found time will help me with getting my butt in the kitchen and taking care of some household chores. Also part of my new lifestyle is my love for my son. I want to give him everything I can to help him with his development. Of course, that started with breastfeeding. Both the hubs and I talk to him constantly so that he can build his vocabulary. I also do some signs here and there. I’m even contemplating making his own baby food when he starts on solids. This was not me a few years ago! How has motherhood changed you?

August 24, 2010

I’ve Been Slacking

Yes, yes I know.  I’ve disappeared these past few days on this blog.  Well first I had a supply issue that I was trying to conquer (thanks Aunt Flo).  I freaked (literally broke down crying) because I had to supplement with formula one day but it really caught me back up.  Thank goodness my baby prefers breastmilk! So does the hubby, he goes “yea, that formula tastes NOTHING like breastmilk….eww!” LOL.  I’ve also had a mini freakout because this is the week I put my two weeks in.  I’m not ready to leave the benefits or the people here, but I’m so ready for my clinical rotations.  Thank goodness for stipend money!

This weekend, I got to see 3 of my preggo ladies and talk to my online preggo on the phone (I’ve never heard her voice before! LOL)  They are all great, minus the hormonal rollercoaster but do you know how hard it is to make a baby…FROM SCRATCH?!?!?  We talked about men (and boys), taking care of ourself for the little ones, sex, and of course breastfeeding (gimme a break, I just figured out I’m a lactivist).  The 3rd (my lil man) enjoyed being around the ladies and posted up with his little cute self (he gets it from daddy).  I would’ve NIP but I was in the center of the restaurant with 3 preggo ladies.  Plus, hubby isn’t too fond of it.  In my mind, nursing is very intimate between my child and I.  If I was in a booth and wasn’t having loud convo and didn’t have a bag of “mommy’s milk” handy, I probably would have.  Anyhow, I found out one of my preggos is having a boy.  I’m so excited for her!  Since all 3 are due in January, I’m thinking a joint baby shower.  However, I don’t want one to be jipped over the others.  Ahh decisions, decisions! What do you think?

August 2, 2010

Adventures in Breastfeeding

So my son started daycare today.  I was hurt slightly, I think dad missed him more since he is the WAHD (work at home dad).  I knew even though my mother works at the daycare, the staff in the infant room was not well versed in bottle feeding a breastfed baby. 

I knew I should have written down instructions because I’m extremely attached to my “liquid gold”.  Instead, I measured out 4-4oz bottles as well as giving them an extra bag (thanks Lansinoh) just in case which would last until 6pm.  At 1145ish, they call my husband (who in turn, called me) for “more milk because we ran out”.  I freaked out! How did my child eat ALL that food in approx. 4hrs?!?!?  I know that breastmilk digests more easily than formula, but were they sticking a bottle in his mouth everytime he made a peep?  I called the hubby to freak out, but he was already taking my frozen stash up there and he was HOT so he didn’t want me to break that mood (did I mention I LOVE this man?!?!).  In the meantime, I pumped on the way home from school (yes, PWD).  I guess I was in panic mode and had suction on a little higher than expected, so I was sore by the time I got home.  When hubby arrived, he calmed me down greatly.  Turns out, my son likes to “nurse” his milk.  At about 2-3oz, he will pause (whether to burp, look around, smile, laugh) and then continue to drink the other 1-20z.  The lovely workers (yes, that’s dripping with sarcasm) fed him 2oz, laid him down and was wondering why he was screaming for more food every 45min-1hr.  So with him eating every hour, they freaked and thought they would run out.  He didn’t, and ate just the 4-4oz bottles by 6pm.  Thank goodness I know my baby and kudos to daddy!

July 21, 2010


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Yay For Babies!


I’m excited about this upcoming year.  One, I get to watch my son grow into a young man.  Two, I met some awesome women who had children around the same time as me and I’m gonna let our kiddies play together ASAP (ok, maybe after all the important vaccines). Three, and this one is a biggie, a lot more of my friends are having babies! Yay for babies!  I mean close friends, acquaintances, and twitter/FB buds are having them. 

Let me explain why this is such great news. Four people, yes FOUR PEOPLE  (technically 5, but one isn’t ready to break the news yet) from my wedding guestlist are pregnant.  I blame my caterer…LOL!  Two of them were bridesmaids (I had 5 and 2 were already pregnant) and my scandalous partners in crime.  Another one is the wife of a groomsman as well as my son’s godparents (me & my hubby and her & her hubby had a pregnancy bet going on from my wedding day.  I got pregnant first, but she is having twins…she WINS).  The fourth one is also a scandalous partner in crime…but you know she the quiet type…does her dirt on the low low! LOL.  Add to that my twitter bud who was supposed to attend my babyshower (so I haven’t officially met her YET) is also preggo.  And guess what?!?!?! They all are due in JANUARY!!!! Like I said, Yay Babies!  I already love them all and got to get some baby shower ideas going.  I wonder if the 3 that are here in Atlanta would mind a joint shower???  I’m already trying to figure out how to run to 3 different Atlanta hospitals! 

*disclaimer: the 5th person from my wedding is also loved greatly (as well as her future child) and I check on her just as much as my other preggo friends.  I just want to respect her privacy.

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