Update

Hmmmmm...It's been awhile. So, let's play catch up. In bullet points.

* My baby is now a toddler.
* I am ready to move.
* The house is STILL going through renovation.
* A year of parenting has given me a new level confidence in myself.
* It has also made me comfortable in my own skin. Weird.
* My family is not complete and I am desperate for another baby.
* I am no longer a twentysomething

I think that may sum it all up.

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lessons in postpartum

If you have ever been pregnant you know that people love to talk about their pregnancies in graphic detail. They want to tell you the good, the bad and the terrifying. However, no one talks about postpartum. Oh sure, you hear the jokes about raging hormones, baby blues and sleepless nights. Yet no one REALLY shares their experience. After talking to a few of my friends I was surprised to learn that some of the emotions and feelings I felt were commonly experienced by others.

My delivery was a surprise. I wasn't having contractions, my water hadn't broken, the nursery wasn't done, my bags weren't packed and I had a list of errands to complete. In fact having an anxiety-ridden drive to the hospital was the only event that took place like I had allowed myself to imagine. I was not prepared to have an outside baby that day. I truly loved my daughter immediately after birth but I did not feel the bond I had imagined. While holding and staring at my beautiful baby girl I mourned the loss of my other baby. My inside baby. The baby that I had grown to love and know intimately over the previous nine months. I wanted my inside baby back. Those feelings also didn't go away immediately. At home I sat on the floor of my shower and cried until the water turned cold because I couldn't share such appalling feelings with anyone, even my husband. If only I had known that forming the mother baby bond is a process and mourning for the inside baby can be normal.

Pregnancy was painful. Very painful. Charlotte's head sat in my ribs for most of the pregnancy and I truly thought it was just a matter of time before my rib cracked. I also had joint pain which had me hobbling around from about 20 weeks on. The rib pain went away immediately after birth, although, I do have flair ups if I sit in certain positions for too long. The joint pain on the other hand has only gotten worse. There are mornings where I can barely stand on my left foot, my elbow creaks as I brush my hair and my wrist wants to give out as I pick up my baby. Come to find out postpartum joint pain is common, especially in breastfeeding mothers. Typically it begins to ease up either a few months after birth or a few months after weaning.

Breastfeeding is hard. Very hard. There are days that I did nothing but sit on my couch nursing my baby and crying. Those days sucked. Our hospital and pediatricians office sent us home with formula and it was so hard to not give in to the temptation of thinking lets just give her formula. Thankfully, I didn't give in and fortunately, the hard days were very temporary in the grand scheme of things. Seven months in and nursing has become a time of quiet snuggles that I look forward to.

Finally, that it's okay to say no. No we aren't having visitors today, no I don't want you to hold my baby right now, no we won't be bring her and about yet, etc. The first few weeks are very important bonding time and putting others feelings ahead what I needed interfered with that bond. Thankfully, wearing Charlotte in the moby wrap and spending quiet time together quickly helped us reform that necessary bond.

While I miss my squishy little baby I definitely don't miss those hard first few weeks of postpartum.

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a great boobie conversation

Let me preface this by saying that Charlotte does not take bottles. Ever. In the beginning we tried to convince her that a bottle was the same as the original, but after every attempt resulted in screaming and lots of wasted milk, we finally gave up. Whatever, her num-nums are easier to keep clean and are always available.

Me: "I figured out what to do with all that frozen breastmilk I have stored up."

Chad: "Oh jeez."

Me: "What does that comment mean?"

Chad: "Nothing, just tell me what you are going to do with it."

Me: "No, seriously what did you mean by that."

Chad: "Just that whatever it is I am sure it is going to be something extremely generous and completely outside the scope of normal."

Me: "I'm going to use it to make pancakes for Charlotte, because we don't have a waffle maker. Does that mean you think I am abnormal?"

Chad: No response because he is running for the bathroom heaving.

A little while later.

Chad: "Why don't we just make breastmilk butter while we are at it."

Um excuse me. He thought pancakes were disgusting?

I'm not sure whether I should be complemented because he must think I am a very generous person or offended because I made him want to hurl.

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new kicks


ya digg?

Seriously though, now we don't have to worry about getting kicked out of Burger King! No clue what I am talking about? Have a look here.

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Weekly Menu

At Kangaroo Kids today, a weekly breastfeeding moms support group that Charlotte and I attend, the subject of grocery shopping came up. I think because I was moaning and groaning about not only having to go but also about having to still actually make the menu plan for the week. I was not the only one that struggles with what to make for dinner each week. Realizing that I figured why not post our weeks menu. Mine goes from Friday to Thursday since I try* to grocery shop on Thursdays to take advantage of the $10 off $50.

Friday - chicken curry, basamati rice, garlic naan, salad
Saturday - chicken tortellini soup, salad (lunch)
crockpot BBQ chicken sandwiches, onion petals, salad (dinner)
Sunday - biscuits and gravy, scrambled eggs (brunch)
tomato soup, cheese toasties (dinner)
Monday - mac and cheese, steamed broccoli, salad
Tuesday - crockpot steak, parsley potatoes, salad
Wednesday - tofu terriyaki stirfry, brown rice
Thursday - spaghetti, garlic bread, salad (unless we have tons of leftovers)

*try is the key word because today it definitely didn't happen!

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Rolls and Fluff

Seriously does it get any cuter? I could just gobble her up.

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Weekend Fun

Saturday we spent the afternoon at the first birthday party of a very special little girl. Her name is Lilly, but what makes her so special, besides just being herself, is her mommy and I grew up living next to each other from the time I was brought home from the hospital till we both left for college! Charlotte was cranky from her monthly vaccinations two days before, yet, managed to take a small time out to be silly with Grandma!


Sunday we went to Sparta for a family reunion. Despite being passed around quite a bit she managed to stay happy and charm everyone. I was afraid I was going to have grab her and make a run for it when we were ready to leave.


Thank you to my cousin Aaron's wife, Erin, for taking this picture.

We also visited my great grandma while we were in town.



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