Saturday, April 6, 2013

New Blog?

G is now four months old and I am still in shock. She is full of personality and is getting super strong. She wiggles and squirms all over the place. Giving her a bottle is a task and a half, I can't imagine breastfeeding this little squiggle worm!

Sorry I dropped off the face of the internet for a while there.  I have been struggling to make it through winter and it looks like we're finally getting some nicer spring weather coming.  I've also been giving lots of thought to making a new blog. Seems like that's the current trend out there now, too.  I would like to have a more public blog and not share the thoughts/feelings of this blog with people who know me IRL. 

My email address is my full name, so I would rather not post that here. How can I give y'all my new blog name ? I haven't even started a new blog yet. But I want to and I want to let those who'd like to follow me know where I'm at. 

My Mom is coming over soon to help me cut out a pattern for a skirt I'm making. G is napping now, so I better move along. More soon.




Monday, January 28, 2013

Live in the Moment

Why is it so hard to live in the moment?  Why do I always seem to look forward to the next thing, waiting for things to be brighter and happier?  Yesterday I had a great day.  Today, I feel like crying. I am wondering more and more if I need to go back on my anxiety medication.

The homily at Mass yesterday got me thinking about how I don't live in the moment very well.  The deacon told a story about a woman who was first "dying to graduate high school" then "dying to get married" then, "dying for the kids to grow up so she could go back to work" and then, yes, you guessed it, she was just plain "dying". He said that it was on her death bed that she realized she never really "lived each day".  So now I wonder, why is it SO hard to live in the moment?  

I came home from Mass and went to my little daughter, who was crying when I walked in the door.  My husband stayed home with her and we've been going to different Mass times since she was born.  I think we'll start going all three of us soon.  ANYWAY, I went straight to sweet G and picked her up and soaked in all her crying, red face and all, and just told my honey how much I love her.  I really wanted to live the moment.  The crying, the uncertainty and all.  Everything.  I don't want to wish any of it away for an easier time with her anymore.  I don't even want to wish the many many bottle that pile up in our kitchen away.  I don't want to wish the uncertain nap times, feeding times or even the formula that I have to dump out because G didn't want to finish that last 1 1/2 oz. and the hour of expiration has come.  I don't want to wish even that away for some easier, cleaner, less busy time.  There will always be things that make me uncomfortable, I think that's just life. Now to learn  to embrace this beautiful, messy life and live each moment to the fullest.


Friday, January 25, 2013

It's Back

My period, that is. I never planned on having it come so soon after giving birth. Ah, the joys of bottle feeding.

Thankfully it's very light and not painful.  Hmm. It just dawned on me that this may not be considered my first real period.  Anyone have any information on how you'll know when it's back?

I still have moments where I mourn not breastfeeding G.  Getting my period back is definitely one of those moments. Not to mention, the entering in of thoughts like, will we be able to conceive again? Was looking forward to not wondering that for at least a good year. Now the question will stare me in the face again each month. I thought having a baby would completely erase those thoughts, but I guess they are normal for someone who has waited.

I'm trying so hard to be grateful and live in the moment.  I feel determined to live my life differently. God has blessed  me with a daughter.  He has heard the prayer of my heart. I must sing of His goodness forever!!!

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

How things are going

I have been meaning to update you all on how things have been going.  Well, breastfeeding is not going. At all.  I stopped pumping and have finally been feeling peace about it.  It was hard this past weekend though, because we had to switch formulas.  G is not tolerating the cow's milk in the formula.  It's no big surprise, though, since I have been avoiding dairy for almost two years now and my husband and his whole family are lactose intolerant.  I guess our house will officially be a dairy free household.

When we decided to switch to a different formula, all my feelings of guilt surrounding not breastfeeding resurfaced.  It was a rough weekend, but we all made it through and now G seems to be very happy with her new formula.  I feel like I'm finally experiencing what a true newborn acts like.  She naps on and off all day now, and eats happily.  She wasn't colic-y before, but she seemed to need consoling all.the.time. Some days she wouldn't nap at all and when she did, she would wake at the slightest noise.  Now I think that was all due to her being in pain from the dairy.  She is napping in the same room as me now, and my typing is not waking her up.  Praise the Lord.

It's hard to believe she is seven weeks now.  Feb. 9th we have her two month appointment.  She has been gaining weight wonderfully.  At her one month she was 9 lbs and 1oz, and 21.5 inches long!  My little sweetheart is getting so big already! In fact, I've had to put some of her clothes away in bags already because they're too small!

We also had her baptism in early January.  It was a wonderful day and she slept through the whole ceremony!  We weren't sure how she'd do, so we put some milicon (infant gas drops) into her bottle.  I think that may have helped, because she was soundly sleeping and looked so peaceful.

I've been feeling better emotionally, too.  Thank you all for your prayers for us!  I hope to be better at updating on how we're doing now that I have some time during her naps.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Merry Christmas

Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas!

Christ is born!!!  

May God bless you all!


Thursday, December 20, 2012

More on breastfeeding


Thanks for the encouragement, ladies.  The LC wants me to pump 8 times a day and I just started to take a supplement, More Milk Special Blend from W.hole Foods, per recommendation.  She thinks G is used to an instant reward with the bottle and that's why she's getting frustrated at the breast.  My nipples are kind of flat, so we'd been using a shield to draw them out, and pumping is helping too. The LC wants me to continue to try to put her to the breast but not if it's making both her and me too upset.

So far, putting her to the breast is not going well.  On top of that, I couldn't make myself get up last night to pump. I really feel like I'm losing the desire to breastfeed.  Sometimes I feel like my difficulty with breastfeeding is hurting my pride.  I guess that's not a bad thing, though.  I need to learn more humilty.  It's just that I've always prefered the natural way to anything.  And especially with my baby.  Having to give her formula has been a struggle, and I feel like I'm not living up to my desire to give her a "natural lifestyle", if that makes any sense.   Ugh.  Plus, pumping so often is so tiring, especially when I have no idea if what I'm doing is even going to help/work.  I know breastfeeding would be equally as tiring, but at least then I'd feel like I was moving towards my goal, not away from it, with the formula.  We have been able to give her my pumped milk in a bottle though, so I am grateful for that.

Yesterday my aunt came over and was sharing with me her stories of breastfeeding.  She has six kids and breastfeeding was a struggle with them all.  I couldn't believe it!  She said she always felt like she didn't have enough milk and that it was always difficult to breastfeed, getting infections and so on.  The she told me something kind of random.  She said that St. Therese's mother was unable to breastfeed St. Therese.  She had to send Therese to a wet nurse for the first couple years of her life.  I never knew that.  I love St. Therese and so hearing that story made me feel better.  Maybe I'm not such a failure after all.

Speaking of St. Therese, I had just been thinking of her the night before when I was up pumping.  I was feeling so tired doing either the midnight or the 3am pump, and my mind kind of wandered to something I read before of Therese's life.  When she was in the convent, she was unable to practice the physical mortifications that the other nuns in her convent were doing.  She would get sick when she would do them, and finally recognized that the physical mortifications was not God's will for her.  And so, to everyone else, she appeared to not be anything special, I mean, she wasn't even doing the outward signs of holiness that the other nuns were practicing, so how holy could she really be in other's eyes?  But God saw her heart and had a different path to holiness for Therese.  And then I thought about how Sr. Genevieve told Therese to "serve God with peace and joy, for our God is a God of peace and love".  Then she knew that her vocation was to love, and to serve God not through physical mortifications but through small acts of great love!  All of this seemed to fit to my life right now.  I feel like I hold breastfeeding up as the best, the measure of good mothering, and even the holier thing I could be doing.  With all the frustration and difficulty I feel like I'm having, I wondered maybe this isn't God's path for me.  I feel peace giving a bottle, maybe that is my path.  Maybe some of my extended family will judge me, but people judged Therese too, so maybe it's not really that bad.

And maybe all of this won't even matter in a couple weeks.  Maybe G will get the hang of it and maybe I'll become more confident and comfortable.  My breast milk may increase and maybe there won't be any trouble in a few more weeks.  I guess I just don't know if I have it in me to continue.  And sometimes that makes me feel like a lazy failure.  On a good day, I feel like maybe this isn't right for me and I don't need to be ashamed or feel guilty.  My daughter is eating and that's all that's important.  I don't know how good it is for her to have a stressed out mommy who is pushing and pushing for breastfeeding.  Right now I haven't needed to go back onto my anti-anxiety meds that I stopped at the third trimester, and I really don't want to have to start them again over this.  Plus, I probably wouldn't be able to breastfeed while taking a medication anyway. My midwife didn't see a problem with breastfeeding while on a low dose of med, but my doctor does not recommend it.

I'm realizing this post is so jumbled!  Thanks for reading this far, and hopefully it wasn't too hard to follow my thoughts.  Thank you ladies for your encouragement and support.  I'm not giving up pumping completely, I may just drop the late night pump sessions.  And maybe I will just bottle feed the breast milk.  I feel kind of sad though - will G and I not bond if I give up on her feeding at the breast?  I just want the very best for her, but I also recognize that I need to do whats best for me too, because my mood and emotional state directly affect her in a big way, too.  Well, I'm going to post this now, I don't know how much time I have before the wee one wakes up.  Thank you all for sharing your experiences and for the encouragement and reminding me I'm not a failure.  You guys are great!  Thanks for reading and for your help and prayers.


Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Needing help

Breastfeeding is not going well.  I am currently pumping as I write this, thanks to a hands free pumping bra.  G doesn't do well at the breast, and I believe it's due to our supplementing her early on.  I feel like a failure.  I hate having her cry and then work herself up to a full blow panic cry when she's at the breast.  We've been having some luck with using a nipple shield, but it's so cumbersome and she always manages to flip it off, which frustrates me.  So far, I've met with a lactation consultant, been to two LLL meetings, had numerous talks with people who all have various opinions of what I should be doing to make it work.  And it's so. frustrating.  Starting last night at midnight, I've been trying to pump every three hours.  Between that and feeding G a bottle, I didn't get much sleep at all.  I hate to complain, but I don't know what to do.  Should I quit?  I feel so at peace with just giving her the bottle, but only because it's peaceful doing it, and she actually eats.  Otherwise, I would want to do breastfeeding because it's definitely healthier and overall better for her.  

Please say prayers for me.  Should I keep pressing on?