L in LaLa Land

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!

November 30, 2010

My Sad Lil’ Man

So my son didn’t get over his little sickness like I thought he would.  It lasted all through Thanksgiving and proceeded to get worse on Monday.  Sunday evening, he was a terror overnight.  He didn’t want to nurse, he didn’t want to be comforted, didn’t want to eat, and definitely didn’t want to sleep.  Hubs and I went against our judgment (probably because we were deliriously tired) and sent him to daycare Monday.  When I picked him up, even his teacher mentioned that he wasn’t like himself that day.  4am this morning, I decided “he HAS to see the doctor”.  Home remedies weren’t getting him any better and I couldn’t stand to see him sick anymore.  Good thing I did! Dad called and got us an appointment within 30min (he said he had a fever).  When we got there, he actually DID have a slight fever.  Turns out he had an ear infection in BOTH ears and had slight congestion in his chest.  The doc, well NP, that saw him gave him a nebulizer treatment and augmentin.  They also gave him a suppository because he was FULL when the NP listened to his stomach (probably too much solids too fast).  Once again, I’m glad he isn’t unbearable to deal with when he’s sick.  After his dose of antibiotic, he actually played with me a bit.  I just hate to see him this way.  Rx: More mommy loving, nursing/fluids, REST.

November 21, 2010

Ebola Monkey Virus Kid

So this weekend hasn’t been too well for The 3rd.  He has a runny nose, a sore throat with a really bad cough, and a slight fever (which is probably from the teething).  I swear, every weekend I get him feeling 100% but on Monday when he returns to daycare he’s back to feeling icky.  And the reason why? Besides the fact that he is in daycare, there is ONE child that has been sick since DAY 1.  I don’t mean a little runny nose either, he has yellow-green mucus running from his nose and mouth.  He loves giving hugs and can walk so I have now dubbed him the “ebola monkey virus kid”.  I hate that I can’t do much for the baby, but I have been nursing like crazy and using saline drops to break up his mucus.  He acts like nothing is wrong thank goodness.  What have your home remedies been? (keep in mind this lil one is still only 6mths old) And what can I say to the daycare (trying to be as nice as possible)?  Thanks in advance for any suggestions!

September 18, 2010

My Son is my Alarm Clock

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Ever since I started working at the hospital (630am-3pm), my son switched his schedule along with me and wakes up at 5am for a morning feed. It’s almost like he is making sure that mommy is awake. Unfortunately though, before I started at the hospital, daddy threw his back out. Like super bad. The doctor doesn’t even want him to lift our 13lb son! Thank goodness for family who has been a big help. I love being able to take care of my husband, but its starting to be a pain, and it’s only been ONE WEEK! Sometimes, I wanna nap but I can’t leave him alone with the baby. God forbid if he falls or even drops the baby when he has a muscle spasm.
In other news, I’m still hating the daycare. For one, they fed my lil man rice cereal because he hit 4 months old. I asked them not to and they want a doctor’s note (since she said closer to 5-6mths). What is THAT craziness?!? Then, when his teachers speak of him getting solids, they tell me “he won’t want your milk anymore” or “how will you keep up??”. My response has been, “we’ll do just fine thank you”. Luckily for me, the hospital has been very accomadating with my pumping situation (it IS a hospital). Other than that mess at the daycare, everyone loves my son. I hope they don’t spoil the mess out of him!
Working at the hospital has been awesome. I felt weird asking for breaktime (which I can work with the ones already provided) and a place to pump. My director (a man) went straight to a nursing mom and asked her for the info and showed me the way! There are a lot of mothers that work there and its cool to hear stories about the different stages. Plus, I’m geting to do something I love, and that is working in the lab!

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!

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