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Tips for Weaning

There are technically two parts to the weaning process:

1. Weaning the baby from the breast
2. Convincing your breasts to stop producing milk

The following methods may not be effective for every woman but they worked for me

1. Weaning the baby from the breast
Friday May 16 was Angel girl’s last nursing session. I weaned her within a week using the following schedule:

Day 1 – Eliminated one nursing session
Day 3 – Eliminated two nursing sessions
Day 4 – Eliminated three nursing sessions
Day 5 – Had one final nursing session

We went straight from breast to sippy cup. This transition was made easier when I found a silicone spout sippy cup that Angel Girl really took to well.

2. Convincing your breasts to stop producing milk
Weaning your body off the baby is slightly more difficult to do. I must preface my advice by telling you that I was never an over full, milk spouting breast feeder to begin with, so maybe I don’t have as difficult a time as some women might, but here is what is currently working for me:

CABBAGE LEAVES

So, I have a head of cabbage in the fridge and every time I start feeling engorged, I peel two leaves off. I rinse them with cold water, pat them dry, then crush the veins with a rolling pin. Then (and this is easy cause they’re bra cup shaped 😛 ), I stick a leaf in each bra, covering my entire breast. Within an hour I am noticeably less full. If you try this, change out the leaves every two hours or when they begin to wilt.

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Last night was the third night in a row that Angel girl slept for 8 hours straight!
Please let this be permanent!

Oh, and don’t forget that Deck the Blogs starts today! I should have my new design up and running soon and can’t wait to see all of yours.

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Life with children

Does anyone know how long it takes for permanent marker to come off of skin? Because in the one minute time span I left Angel girl with Count Dooku to get a diaper the other day, I found him with a Sharpie and the beginnings of what might have been great art, drawn onto her head. It has now been three days and washing and time have not dimmed it’s obvious presence.

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In other news, I forgot to mention on this post, the 4 rolls of Christmas wrapping paper I found yesterday morning, unrolled or crinkled beyond repair lying in my closet and in the boys room. I guess Santa can’t even use the pieces that weren’t destroyed if he’s doesn’t want to blow his cover.

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Angel Girl, who was previously attached to mommy has recently become completely dependent on mommy. And it’s not in the, I’m so sad I’m not in your arms, puppy dog eyes kind of way. It’s in the, “You did not just put me down!!! I am so ticked!” kind of way. It’s in the, “I was happy in daddy’s arms until I saw you!!!!” kind of way. It’s in the, “I’m dragging myself across the floor towards you wailing with fury so pick me up already!!!” kind of way.

Hey, she knows what she wants. Food. That’s me. Come here Food!

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There are the bad times, the really bad times and the downright ugly times. But eventually I can laugh about them all. Some things are much more funny in hindsight. And some things are funny in the moment and for no reason at all. Like Obi-Wan who is right this moment pounding on the toy guitar causing Angel girl to giggle uncontrollably, causing Obi-Wan to giggle uncontrollably. And mom is now giggling over their adorable little giggles. I love moments like these.

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It’s just a mask. Those big blue eyes, looking up at me through long lashes, wide with wonderment. Why did you yelp mommy? Whatever did I do? I don’t even have any teeth yet. Can I start eating again now?

I would have believed your innocence, if you hadn’t stuck your tongue out and proceeded to spit at me after I removed my boob from your mouth and firmly said NO. I’m onto you Angel Girl. I am, so, onto you.

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Infant Medicine Recall

CLICK HERE for pictures of the medicines being voluntarily recalled.

CLICK HERE to learn more about the recall.

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Angel Girl is now 5 1/2 months old. I can’t believe it.
I savored every second of her newborn age. I remember deeply inhaling her intoxicating newborn scent every time I held her close. I loved the feel of her floppy body, perfectly molded against my chest as she slept. I giggled at each grunt and squeak and toot she made as she awoke every morning, soaking her mattress in slobber as she desperately tried to latch onto her mattress.
And now all of that is gone.

Well, she still toots every morning while stretching. But the newborn smell is gone, she can push away from my chest when she doesn’t want to snuggle and she now wakes up quietly cooing to herself, amazed at each new day.
But though the newborn stage is gone, a new one has brought different joys.
I laugh whenever I see her pants on the floor, kicked off at some point while she was rolling around on the the carpet.
I beam with every attempt she makes to communicate with me. She stares intently into my eyes, slobbering as she babbles.
Her morning smile starts my day off happy every time, and I love that my attempts to tickle her are successful. There’s nothing like baby giggles.

I know soon enough she’ll be on to new things, and I’ll miss what she’s up to now.
Just the other morning as she greeted me for the day I picked her up and said, “You are heavier today!”
Though I said it with a smile, my heart felt a twinge of sadness and I found myself wishing I could will time to slow. I believe that concerning my children, I’ll be wondering for the rest of my life, “How did they grow up so fast?”

This post was written as part of Mama Blogga’s October Group Writing Project

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I’m so excited about the fun stuff going on over at 5 Minutes for Mom today. Happy Panda is throwing Janice and Susan a Cyber Baby Shower and everyone is invited to join in the fun. Be sure to visit 5 Minutes for Mom today for all the details.
And now, to continue with my entry for a chance to win some fun cyber show prizes:

A sympathy inducing delivery photo – Here is a photo of me right after delivery of Angel Girl. It’s not very pretty. I’m trying to look like I’m smiling through exhaustion, a sinus infection, head cold and viral pink eye in BOTH eyes. I was very VERY sick when I delivered her 5 months ago.

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A Baby Bump Photo – Here, I am, on my due date with Obi-Wan. I didn’t know why I felt so miserable at the time, but there was 10 pounds of baby in there! He showed up three days late.

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A Birth Story – Excerpts from a journal entry about the birth of Count Dooku

“Yesterday became one of the most momentous days of my life. I was awakened at 10:30 a.m. by a cramping sensation. I figured if I relieved myself it would go away. It did, but 10 minutes later it returned. I began timing the return of these sensations and realized I was in the early stage of labor.

…At around 1 pm my contractions started coming no longer than 5 minutes apart. I had a doctors appointment scheduled at 2p.m. so I called them and asked if they still wanted me to come in or just go to the hospital. They told me to get to the hospital.

When we got there they found me to be 3cm dialated. They had me walk the halls a bit to see if I would progress…
….The contractions were becoming much more intense. The pain was all in my hips, lower back and thighs. I felt that maybe I would get through labor naturally because though the contractions hurt, there were breaks between them. However, they continued to worsen and I began losing my composure. I had the shakes, my face was pale and I didn’t have the patience to listen to my husband trying to direct my breathing. I decided on getting an epidural…

…The epidural only numbed me on one side though, so I could still feel the contractions in my right hip…
Shortly after the epidural was given they found I had dialated to an 8. From there the contractions got even stronger. At 10p.m. the nurse checked me and sure enough I was dialated to a 10. So at 10:30 p.m. I began the fatiguing job of pushing. Though I could feel contractions on just one side, they became powerfully painful again. Luckily though, I was told to push through each contractions which made for good distraction….

….With just the first few pushes I brought the babies head down into view. The nurse said I was a great pusher. However for the next 2 hours there seemed to be no progress. At around 12:20 the Dr. said I would push for 25 more minutes and if nothing progressed, forceps would have to be used…

…around 12:45 when no progress had been made, forceps were inserted. And at 12:50 a.m. on January 25, our first child and son came into the world. The doctor spent the next 45 minutes sewing me up. I tore in about 4 different spots around the v*ginal wall and also tore end to end. It’s called a 4th degree tear, and I can say that recovery from that takes much longer than labor. I also broke my tailbone. Count Dooku’s head was 37 cm around.”

I spent the next 6 months sitting on one butt cheek wherever I went, and my scar tissue stung for 9 months afterward. Percoset was my best friend in the first month of recovery.
I wouldn’t wish a 4th degree tear on even my worst enemy.
Funny enough, my two additional children have both been over 10 pounds but I didn’t receive near the tearing with them that I did with my first and smallest. Count Dooku was 8 pounds 8 ounces at birth. Obi Wan was 10 pounds even and Angel Girl was 10 pounds 2 ounces.

Now, some additional fun Q&A’s:

What is your favorite children’s book? – Boy, this is tough, I have so many, but I really love Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs by Judy Barrett

What did you like the most/least about being pregnant? – I loved feeling the baby move and kick. There is no other feeling like it. I disliked pretty much everything else. I’m not a “glowing” pregnant woman. I feel worn down, exhausted and just generally crummy my entire pregnancy. I’m not one of those who really enjoys being pregnant.

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