Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
Nothing? Seriously?
So I talked with the lactation consultant today. I must say, she was rather sweet and praised me for all I've done, but she was completely, utterly and freaking annoyingly unhelpful. Apparently I've made it far enough that even prescription meds won't help increase my supply. She was impressed with all I've tried already, but basically told me that I should be happy that I've made it this far. The freakin' lactation nazi told me I've done all I can.
So I hold out as long as I can and hope that I can make it to my goal of a year. I just hope that my story can help convince some other women out there that no, breastfeeding is not "the easiest thing in the world." It's goddamned hard work, goddammit, and not only will it not necessarily come easy but if it doesn't, you're not only going to be worried about what's wrong with you, but you have another person to worry about nourishing as well. I can't tell you how many tears I've shed over this, how many "supplements" I've taken for this, how many hours I've spent pumping and getting next to nothing and worrying that I wasn't going to be able to do this anymore, but then feeling guilty about wanting to quit, because "BREAST IS BEST!"
And now I'm ranting. Dammit. I need a cookie. Anyone have a cookie? Preferably a really big one. With chocolate chips. Lots.
So I hold out as long as I can and hope that I can make it to my goal of a year. I just hope that my story can help convince some other women out there that no, breastfeeding is not "the easiest thing in the world." It's goddamned hard work, goddammit, and not only will it not necessarily come easy but if it doesn't, you're not only going to be worried about what's wrong with you, but you have another person to worry about nourishing as well. I can't tell you how many tears I've shed over this, how many "supplements" I've taken for this, how many hours I've spent pumping and getting next to nothing and worrying that I wasn't going to be able to do this anymore, but then feeling guilty about wanting to quit, because "BREAST IS BEST!"
And now I'm ranting. Dammit. I need a cookie. Anyone have a cookie? Preferably a really big one. With chocolate chips. Lots.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Piss Me Off, Why Don't You
Pull up behind me and put on your blinker for my parking spot. Before I have unloaded my cart. Or gotten the 4 year old strapped in. OR THE BABY. Screw you, I'm not hurrying.
Pondering
My new ads section has posted 4 ads on breastfeeding already. Dammit, Matt, you were right - I DO talk about my boobs too much.
Love This!
In a nod to my favorite blogger's genius, I decided I'm going to do a few short blurby posts every once in awhile titled: "Pondering," "Piss Me Off, Why Don't You," and "Love This!" (imagine it said in a squeaky, high pitched tone). I fully admit that I'm ripping off Dooce here, but I love her and would kiss her feet for all the laughs she's given me since Scott introduced me to her a couple of years ago. So go to her site. She actually makes a living doing this bloggy thing.
Friday, January 2, 2009
I now crown myself MOTY
First words out of Alex's mouth this morning: "Morning, Mom! Can I have my cookie with breakfast?"
An aside, for the moment: I have now figured out a way to get Alex to behave like a normal kid when we go out to dinner. I would suggest drugging him, but that might be illegal. Although I might want to check on that... Anyway, so yesterday my parents kidnapped him and took him to the play area at the BX on base, and we met up with them at the mall where he got to wander around for another almost-two-hours before we met up with our friends Scott and Becky for dinner. Midway through dinner I looked at Alex and realized that I had had almost 20 minutes of straight actual honest-to-god listening to conversation, without having to correct, admonish, remind, ask to sit down, or any other constant nagging of Alex. And I'm thinking, what the hell is wrong with my kid, what did somebody slip into his corndog and can I please get some more of that?
So I grabbed the little snot, gave him a big hug and a kiss, and over his head mouthed to Scott, "What's wrong with him?" The magic formula? ALL DAY EXERCISE AND NO NAP. It can be done! We CAN tire him out! Holy shit, it's only taken us four years to figure it out, but it CAN be done! Unfortunately it's about as good for him as those aforementioned drugs. Dammit.
So back to the cookie. See, last night at dinner, he wanted dessert. He was so quiet and good at dinner, I wanted to stuff sugar down his throat to reward him for it. However, I do have my limits - I didn't want to get dessert because their desserts are huge, and much more sugar than my overtired four-year-old needed in his system at that moment. So I told him we'd get something on the way home. Thinking we'd stop by DQ for a little mini cup of ice cream. But then I realized, NO, DQ is closed for remodeling. So after we got home and I had forgotten about it, he reminded me (after brushing his teeth) that I had promised him dessert. My solution? Because I often forget that my son remembers EVERYTHING (especially involving food)? I told him he could have a cookie with breakfast in the morning. Thinking he would forget. You see how well that worked out for me.
Oh, and then! This morning he went back to preschool for the first time in two weeks. (Mommy was ready for a BREAK. SO NOT CUT OUT FOR STAYING HOME.) And I thought, he hasn't had McDonald's in forever, so I'll get him a special treat for breakfast. Mind you, fast food for Alex involves one item, usually a burger, that's unhealthy, and milk and fruit. My little healthy eater, after I told him we were going to McDonald's, says, "Remember, Mom, I love fruit salads. Don't forget my fruit salad."
He made up for the cookie. :-)
An aside, for the moment: I have now figured out a way to get Alex to behave like a normal kid when we go out to dinner. I would suggest drugging him, but that might be illegal. Although I might want to check on that... Anyway, so yesterday my parents kidnapped him and took him to the play area at the BX on base, and we met up with them at the mall where he got to wander around for another almost-two-hours before we met up with our friends Scott and Becky for dinner. Midway through dinner I looked at Alex and realized that I had had almost 20 minutes of straight actual honest-to-god listening to conversation, without having to correct, admonish, remind, ask to sit down, or any other constant nagging of Alex. And I'm thinking, what the hell is wrong with my kid, what did somebody slip into his corndog and can I please get some more of that?
So I grabbed the little snot, gave him a big hug and a kiss, and over his head mouthed to Scott, "What's wrong with him?" The magic formula? ALL DAY EXERCISE AND NO NAP. It can be done! We CAN tire him out! Holy shit, it's only taken us four years to figure it out, but it CAN be done! Unfortunately it's about as good for him as those aforementioned drugs. Dammit.
So back to the cookie. See, last night at dinner, he wanted dessert. He was so quiet and good at dinner, I wanted to stuff sugar down his throat to reward him for it. However, I do have my limits - I didn't want to get dessert because their desserts are huge, and much more sugar than my overtired four-year-old needed in his system at that moment. So I told him we'd get something on the way home. Thinking we'd stop by DQ for a little mini cup of ice cream. But then I realized, NO, DQ is closed for remodeling. So after we got home and I had forgotten about it, he reminded me (after brushing his teeth) that I had promised him dessert. My solution? Because I often forget that my son remembers EVERYTHING (especially involving food)? I told him he could have a cookie with breakfast in the morning. Thinking he would forget. You see how well that worked out for me.
Oh, and then! This morning he went back to preschool for the first time in two weeks. (Mommy was ready for a BREAK. SO NOT CUT OUT FOR STAYING HOME.) And I thought, he hasn't had McDonald's in forever, so I'll get him a special treat for breakfast. Mind you, fast food for Alex involves one item, usually a burger, that's unhealthy, and milk and fruit. My little healthy eater, after I told him we were going to McDonald's, says, "Remember, Mom, I love fruit salads. Don't forget my fruit salad."
He made up for the cookie. :-)
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Update
Just for you, Matt, more on my boobs!
So I've been nursing Emma every 2-4 hours for the past week and giving her a 4 ounce bottle about every other session. She's already getting chunkier, and is still happy as ever. Supply is up a little, but not much. Got an email back from a La Leche League leader, and I'll be calling her tomorrow.
I'm exhausted after 24 hours with my sister-in-law and her two kids. I offered to take the three of them to dinner last night with me, Alex and Emma, and wow - I can't imagine doing that alone - women who want more than two kids are crazy. I say that as lovingly as possible, but seriously - CRAZY. And it really wasn't the babies who were nuts, it was the 3 and 4 year olds. I think Kristy and I got two words in to each other, the rest were telling the kids to knock it off or making sure to feed them something.
And Alex? I don't know who invaded his head the past 24 hours, but he was a little snot. I think the jealous sibling attitude is finally hitting him - and he took it out on Jazlyn. Unfortunately, they both have the firstborn, strong-willed child personality and they try to boss each other around, and Alex is having a hard time remembering to use his words before smacking or kicking. I think 2 weeks of unstructured Mommy time (he hasn't been in daycare because of the snow, the holidays, and this trip) has made him excited to get back to school. (Shh...I know I'm ready to get him back there too!)
Anyway, I'm exhausted and I know for a fact that I'm not having any more kids. 2 is perfect. One for each hand, one for each parent. Now if I could just convince Scott...
So I've been nursing Emma every 2-4 hours for the past week and giving her a 4 ounce bottle about every other session. She's already getting chunkier, and is still happy as ever. Supply is up a little, but not much. Got an email back from a La Leche League leader, and I'll be calling her tomorrow.
I'm exhausted after 24 hours with my sister-in-law and her two kids. I offered to take the three of them to dinner last night with me, Alex and Emma, and wow - I can't imagine doing that alone - women who want more than two kids are crazy. I say that as lovingly as possible, but seriously - CRAZY. And it really wasn't the babies who were nuts, it was the 3 and 4 year olds. I think Kristy and I got two words in to each other, the rest were telling the kids to knock it off or making sure to feed them something.
And Alex? I don't know who invaded his head the past 24 hours, but he was a little snot. I think the jealous sibling attitude is finally hitting him - and he took it out on Jazlyn. Unfortunately, they both have the firstborn, strong-willed child personality and they try to boss each other around, and Alex is having a hard time remembering to use his words before smacking or kicking. I think 2 weeks of unstructured Mommy time (he hasn't been in daycare because of the snow, the holidays, and this trip) has made him excited to get back to school. (Shh...I know I'm ready to get him back there too!)
Anyway, I'm exhausted and I know for a fact that I'm not having any more kids. 2 is perfect. One for each hand, one for each parent. Now if I could just convince Scott...
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