Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Mommy's revenge

I took today off from work to get ready to head down to Birmingham for Thanksgiving. It has been so nice having M.P. all to myself.

You don't have to be a mom long before you are peed on, spit on, spit up on, pooped on, and sneezed on. You just brush it off (literally and figuratively) and move on with your day.

I was trying to get M.P. to laugh today by leaning over her and making this crazy noise that she loves. The sound that somewhat resembles a rocket blasting off - I guess she takes after her dad. It usually elicits a giggle.

Anyway, the noise requires some juices to make properly, so as I leaned over her for the fourth or fifth time, I accidentally drooled on her bare tummy. She of course didn't even notice, but it completely cracked me up.

Vengeance is mine!

She sneezed in my face a few minutes later.

I think we're even.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Overheard at work

The Scene: Office of VIP (Very Important Partner)

The Characters
: Me & VIP

Motivation: Take Thanksgiving weekend off.

**Curtains up**

Me: (clears throat nervously) So, I, uh, wanted to talk to you about plans for this weekend.

VIP: Yes?

Me: It's Thanksgiving, and my daycare is closed Thursday and Friday, so I was planning on not working.

VIP: Well, that's understandable. I'll be going out of town myself.

Me: Oh, ok, great.

VIP: (more of a statement than question) You will of course be accessible by e-mail (?)

Me: . . . er, oh, of course.

**Curtains down**

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Jump! Jump! Jump!

Any time I post a long post all about me, I feel like I must balance it with a short post all about M.P.

Enjoy!
video

Friday, November 21, 2008

On feeding the baby

This post is about breastfeeding, so if that makes you uncomfortable - just stop reading. I need to post this because it's important for me to remember, and I would forget otherwise. It's important for other moms reading out there. And it may some day be important to M.P.

So, you have been warned.

Seriously, you can stop reading now.

Last chance!

The reason I am writing this is because I have officially stopped breastfeeding. M.P. is now 100% formula fed. I have lots of very mixed emotions about this. So, here, in no particular order, is my advice for moms and thoughts about breastfeeding and pumping:

1. Breastfeeding is hard! I realize that isn't really advice, it's just a fact. Maybe it's not a fact for everyone - I certainly hope not - but it was a fact for me. I had heard this so many times, I thought I would be prepared for how hard it is. But I wasn't. It was easy in the ways I didn't expect and hard in ways I could never have anticipated. It's hard to feel like you're trapped inside your house and physically attached to another human for weeks. It's hard because your hormones go completely wonky and things seem like they are falling apart for reasons you are completely unable to articulate. It's hard because when you seek out advice, you will almost invariably run into someone who judges / ignores / minimizes / or generally makes you feel bad. Yes, breastfeeding can sometimes hurt physically, but that wasn't the main problem for me. My problems were emotional, and supply issues. Which brings me to:

2. Consider co-sleeping! I knew I wasn't ever going to co-sleep. I had visions of getting up at night (about every three hours of course), strolling into the nursery, nursing M.P. for 10-15 minutes, at which time she would peacefully fall asleep, I would place her in her crib and return to bed. What could be simpler? (all mothers should be spitting out there diet cokes laughing at me right now).

M.P. was very happy to sleep three hours in a row. During the day. At night? Well, at night it was up every hour, every 45 minutes, nurse for 30 minutes straight, yes that is the sun coming up, and no I haven't slept a wink.

I did ok with the sleep deprivation for... 48 hours? At which point, Dad brought M.P. to our bed (so I wouldn't have to walk to the nursery - I was too tired) and I nursed her while bawling my eyes out.

My fear of co-sleeping was because of SIDS and suffocation risk. It didn't help that as we were checking out of the hospital, the nurse (who basically tries to teach you to parent in 10 minutes before you leave) said "Now, never ever ever sleep with your baby. I personally know two families that have smothered their children doing this."

Thank you - I am duly terrified.

There are some facts about breastfeeding, however, that make separate beds much more difficult. 1) Breast milk is digested faster than formula. Thus, babies have to get up more often to eat - at least until their body weight gets a bit higher. 2) Milk production goes down at night. So while the baby still wants to eat, and probably hasn't figured out the difference between night and day, your body isn't producing as much milk. 3) Milk production drops if you don't get enough sleep. How cruelly ironic.

I broke down and co-slept with M.P. for awhile in our guest bed when I started back to work. Having to get out the door every morning and being unable to take naps just made it too difficult a battle with sleep. It was heaven - I fell asleep while feeding her, and was only wake 1-2 minutes each feeding. It was *almost* as good as sleeping through the night.

The problem is that I really didn't know how to safely co-sleep, and so I didn't do it as safely as I could or should have. Next time, I will have more realistic expectations and be prepared. Yes, I think it can be done safely, if you follow certain guidelines. In fact the American SIDS Institutes recommends that babies be next to their mothers when they sleep in order to reduce the risk of SIDS (although they also note that adult beds are dangerous).

3. Take a real maternity leave. I am a corporate lawyer. Someone else reading this might be a part-time scuba instructor. Whatever your job, it is not always possible to take maternity leave. The federal minimum is... well... crappy. If you cannot take a real maternity leave, don't beat yourself up over it.

My plan was to take six weeks off entirely and ease my way back in. In reality? I was logging in from home when M.P. was four weeks old, and back full time (plus) at six. Is that because I have an evil employer? Not at all. That is simply the nature of my job, and, I hate to admit it, the nature of me. I struggle to set boundaries. Say "No." I could have taken longer, but I didn't.

The problem is that, when you are pumping instead of nursing, eventually your supply starts to drop. My supply did great for awhile - a couple of months, actually. But then slowly it started going down, and then dropped off, and then completely plummeted. Could that have happened if I had still been at home? Possibly, but I doubt it. I tried to be very religious about pumping, but guess what? I never learned how to pass a note to a male partner, aged 65, saying "Excuse me, must go empty boobs."

At the end of the day, the longer you exclusively breastfeed (not pump) the better off you will be.

4. Take galactagogue herbs at the first sign of low supply. When I have another baby, I will be bringing fenugreek capsules with me to the hospital. I'll also start pumping after feedings as soon as I'm home to try and increase milk production.


I found the liquid capsules to be far more effective than the teas. I took this, which is a blend of many herbs.


I had supply problems almost immediately. M.P. started getting supplemental bottles around 2 weeks. This was agonizing for me. I drank water, ate oatmeal, took the herbs, drank Guinness, and stressed and agonized and so on. I cried and cried and cried over the guilt of it. I won't do that to myself (or my husband or child) next time. I have learned #5:

5. Do the best you can. For mothers, guilt is omnipresent. But, you do the best you can, and no more.


Our society is not set up to help nursing mothers. I asked my sister-in-law about whether she knew of any women in Niger, where she volunteered with Peace Corps, who had difficulty breastfeeding. Other than infection issues, she didn't. But in that society, women see their mothers, sisters, aunts, cousins and neighbors breastfeeding their entire lives. There is no thought of feeding the baby any other way.


Until I started breastfeeding, I can't recall having ever seen another woman do it. Not only did I not know how, I also felt like, in some ways, breastfeeding was a dirty secret. In fact, laws have had to be passed to protect mother's right to breastfeed, although women still face significant discrimination for choosing to feed their children the milk that God gave them to give.


How insane! Women are told over and over that breastfeeding is best for babies, yet they are punished if they dare to feed their child in public. Breastfeeding is supposed to occur for a year or longer. Does society really expect women to stay in their homes for an entire year? Or to only leave the house between feedings? Or to buy expensive pumps so that they have a bottle to give when outside?


I did breastfeed, discreetly, in public a few times. I did it at two restaurants, once in the waiting room of my Ob-Gyn, and once in the back seat of my car at a gas station. I was lucky - no one said anything to me.


I've heard people complain about women breastfeeding in public without being discreet. The fact of the matter, it can be quite a feat to be discreet. For example, many babies will not tolerate a cover up. They're not used to it, and so they refuse to use one. Many mothers know that they will cause more of a scene and draw more attention to themselves if they try to use one. Also, breastfeeding is hard (see #1). It can be very hard to get a baby latched on without looking at what you're doing. Which means you might have to dive under a blanket as well, which is just absurd and cumbersome.

So mothers who breastfed: whatever you did for your baby - whether it was 1 day or 1 year of exclusive breastfeeding - benefited your baby.

And don't let anyone make you feel guilty for anything you did to feed your child.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Oh Hai!

It's me again! Mommy real busy so I ride anuter post.



I sed feet no taste gud.

I change mind.

Ok, bai!

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Sunset

Work has been a bit hectic lately. It doesn't show signs of getting better. So when I saw an opening to leave around 4:15 yesterday, I took it.

I picked up M.P. and headed home to snuggle.

Once I get off the interstate on my way home, I drive almost due west. On the days when I leave the office before dark, I get to watch the sun set. Yesterday was one of those days.

As I pulled off my exit and slowed down for a red light, the sky made me say "Oh!" out loud. It was a stunning sunset - red, orange, purple, blue. There were wispy suggestions of clouds around the edges, and horizontal strips of clouds that divided the sky.

Out of nowhere the opening lines to my favorite hymn came to me, and I started singing. I found out at the funeral I attended last week, that this hymn was also the favorite of my great uncle.

Although I pray for peace, in reality I often succumb to stress and disorder and anxiety. But, singing this hymn and having its words played out for me in the sky ... I got relief from this world for a few minutes.

Oh Lord my God
When I in awesome wonder
consider all the worlds thy hands have made
I see the stars
I hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout the universe displayed

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Hi familee!

Dis is MP. Mommy wuz so busy she sed I cud rite post.

I haz kweshun. Do you haz dees?



Dey are so neet. I luv dem. Mommy calls dem "feet."

Dey not taste gud. But dey fun!

Ok bye!

Oh, hi!

Yes, I am still among the living. Sorry for the very long delay. A bullet list of my life for the past few days:

1. Monday - wow, work is really busy. I should post.

2. Tuesday - Work is still busy. I'll post tomorrow.

3. Wednesday - I have no idea how single parents do it. If it weren't for Dad, we'd be in serious trouble.

4. Thursday / Friday - Maybe I'll post from the office (since it is 12:30 A.M. and I got here at 7:00 A.M.) No, even though I seriously doubt the firm cares about my early morning internet usage, I'm going to delete this post that says "HOLY COW IT'S 12:30 and I'M STILL HERE"

5. Friday - Since I'm leaving at 7:00 to go to a funeral in Tuscaloosa, maybe I'll post when I get back.

6. Saturday - Wait - I actually have time to write a post, and instead I've written a long rambley (shut up, rambley is too a word) thing when I know good and well all people care about is a picture of the BABY!

So, without further ado:

Sunday, November 9, 2008

NaMoFailOoza

Yes, yes, I realized last night, as slumped up the stairs around 12:30 last night, that I had failed NaBloPoMo. I wasn't too optimistic to begin with, so I'm fine. It's sort of a relief to not have to worry about it anymore.

M.P. got a new experience this weekend - Jumping! Although, in her case it was more like, Scooting-side-to-side-awkwardly. That's ok. I know she'll get it soon enough.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Hangin' with Dad

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Four month checkup

M.P. had her four month well baby checkup today.

She weighs 14 pounds, 10 ounces. That's the 75th percentile for weight.

She's 26.5 inches long. That's the 95th percentile for height.

The doctor looked at me and said "I hate to break it to you Mom, M.P. is going to be taller than you." I thought "Duh, have you seen her father?"

She got three shots today. It was a bit more traumatic than the 2 month shots. She barely cried at all 2 months ago, but today she cried harder than I've ever seen her cry. She got beet red, screamed and cried real tears! Sob

Mothers (and possibly fathers - it hasn't been as well-researched) have a hormonal response to feel discomfort and distress when their babies cry. It is a truly awful feeling to watch your baby cry like that and have no way of making it better. In desperation, I nuzzled her in the face and tried to sing to her. She seemed too absorbed in the pain to even notice.

As soon as they were done, I scooped her up, and in less than 30 seconds, she was done crying.

She's done well since then. She wants to be held constantly and starts fussing the second she's put down.

That's ok.

I'll never complain about holding my baby.

Beans beans the musical fruit

I'll let you finish the rest.

These turned out really really yummy.

1 lb black beans (rinse overnight & drain water to reduce their musical-ness)
4 pieces of turkey bacon, chopped
1 green bell pepper
1 red bell pepper
1 small onion
3 garlic cloves
5 cups chicken broth
1 lg can tomato puree
Salt, pepper, hot sauce to taste

In a large skillet, render the turkey bacon. Add bell peppers, onions and garlic. Saute around 5 minutes. Combine all remaining ingredients into the crock pot and cook on low ~6 hours.

I served over brown rice. Dad liked it even though it was light on meat.

Live Action

Work has been particularly stressful the last few days, which has caused a particularly unhelpful bout of insomnia. (Yes, I really wrote this at 2:40, and no, I haven't been to sleep yet).

One good side effect is that I can still keep up with Nablodlkjsodj whatever.

We try to eat dinner, at the dinner table, at least 3 times a week. We turn the t.v. off, sit, eat, sometimes play Boggle, and just try to reconnect. It's a habit we want to develop now and keep up when our child(ren) are old enough to participate.

M.P. has been a stumbling block to our plans (albeit a very cute and innocent one). We are approaching the age of real food (although I'm waiting until she seems interested in food, or the pediatrician tells me she needs it before I actually give her food). So, I came up with the brilliant idea of having M.P. join us at the dinner table in her totally awesome highchair to begin preparing her for our family dinners. She tolerated it quite well for about 15 minutes and like playing with her toys.

If you scroll through these pictures fast enough, it's like you were actually there!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

A new day

My body seems to refuse to adjust to Daylight Using Time, but the good thing is that has allowed me to keep up with NaBloPoMo.

As I promised, I took M.P. with me to vote yesterday. And like they did when I was a child, the poll workers gave M.P. an "I Voted" sticker.

Obviously, I am pleased with the results of the election.

And even if you aren't, I have been continually struck with this thought:

My daughter will never remember a time when there has never been an African-American, multi-racial man elected President of the United States.



Obama quoted Lincoln last night, which I thought was fitting. If this election did not turn out the way you wanted, I hope you will consider his words.

"As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, 'We are not enemies, but friends ... though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection.'"

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

VOTE

Don't forget to vote. And it someone calls you telling you that Democrats vote tomorrow or that you can vote by phone, they are lying.

VOTE TODAY!!

Monday, November 3, 2008

Daylight Using Time*

All of my readers probably knew that we were supposed to "fall back" on Saturday. Somehow, despite all of my hours spent watching CNN, I had no clue. It made for a very interesting Sunday morning, when half of the clocks had automatically changed themselves, and half had not. We couldn't figure out if we were late or early or what.

M.P. used to sleep through church every Sunday. It was perfect - she would eat beforehand, fall asleep on the drive, and snooze through the whole service. I bring her into the service with us.

On Sunday, she slept for the hour before church. Which I think means, if the time hadn't changed, she would have slept through the service again. Or maybe not. Math is not my strong suit.

She was wide awake the entire time. At first Dad was able to placate her with just rocking the carseat. When she let out a yelp, he started bouncing her on his knee. She looked around for a little while and was satisfied. But, she soon got bored.

M.P. has started to really enjoy grabbing things and putting them in her "mouth." The problem is she misses her mouth about 75% of the time. So when the knee-bouncing started to get old, I got a little travel-sized shampoo bottle out of the diaper bag and handed it to her.

She held onto it for a good 5 or 6 minutes. And she would have put the bottle in her mouth... if her pacifier wasn't there first. So instead of putting it in her mouth, she kept hitting the plastic paci with the plastic bottle. Over and over. *clink clink*

It
was absolutely hysterical. Of course, eventually she decided she wanted to "talk," so I took her back to the nursery.

All in all, I think I was actually aware of what was going on in the service for about 5 minutes total.

At least our intentions were good.



*What do you call the opposite of Daylight Savings?

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Halloween, continued

M.P. had her first cold on Halloween. I stayed home with her and took her to the doctor - just to be on the safe side. He recommended to not do anything other than cuddle and let the cold run its course. We elevated the head of her bed, bought a humidifier, and she seems to be tolerating it all quite well.

We had already committed to go to a Halloween party that night, and I wanted to at least make an appearance. I was Hillary and Dad was Uncle Sam.

There were no less than four Sarah Palin's at the party - and we left only about 30 minutes into it. I have to say, she is a very captivating public person. There were two Joe the Plumbers as well.

We were home by 9:00 and in bed by 10:00.

Life sure does change.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

NaBloPoMo

For those of you who read this blog by clicking on the actual website, you will have noticed that cute little button in the upper right hand corner - NaBloPoMo.

For those who get this via e-mail - click here. You might see some other changes...

Ok, are you at the website now?

Good!

NaBloPoMo stands for National Blog Posting Month. The point is to post every day for a month. That's it. (Weekends included) It sounds easy, but I'm sure it won't be. I'm already afraid I'm going to run out of things to say. If you click over to their site you can see that I am in good company.

So... I have stories from Halloween that will just have to wait until tomorrow.

To tide you over...
Check out those eyelashes!