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Wednesday, November 29, 2006

MOOooooooo

Alrighty....Thanksgiving is over and the holidays are officially in full swing. I don't buy into the retail start date of kicking off the holiday season immediately after Halloween (let us at least take a deep breath before you start putting out stocking stuffers).

Hailey's first Thanksgiving was a success...she overate just like everyone else and had 3 bottles at my parents house! This of course put me behind in the bottle department.

While she tends to prefer her milk in a bottle, it is still all from me. I never thought that breastfeeding would be so stressful. While you are pregnant (at least for me) the thought of breastfeeding freaked me out. I couldn't imagine what it was like... I read about it, I took breastfeeding classes, I tried to do everything I could to prepare myself. Even then, there were a ton of unanswered questions - things that you can't know until you are at that point....Would it hurt?....Was I even going to be able to do it?

Yes. On both counts.

At least it hurt at first... now not so much anymore, and now I know I can do it.

But since I have gone back to work, my concerns have changed. How can I get enough pumped? I feel like I wear that stupid machine on a chain around my neck... like my own personal albatross (if you didn't get that, read the Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Coleridge). Hailey is getting bigger and she needs more at each feeding than she did before. I have been eating better, exercising and drinking about 10 glasses of water a day, but I still can't get caught up. I haven't been able to freeze any in weeks!

Of all the things I worried about when it came to breastfeeding, it never occurred to me to worry about the amount. I never realized that I was going to be this child's sole source of food - and not just for a little while but for months! From what I have read, kids start solids around 5-6 months....Hailey is only 3! Holy Cow! Literally!

Don't get me wrong, I don't dislike breastfeeding. I still enjoy the bonding time - even though we only get to actually do that in the morning (the rest is via bottle). I will just be very happy when a little pressure is taken off me. I have to admit, that we got so far behind that we have given her a couple bottles of formula *boo hiss*.

Why is 'formula' such a dirty word? Even just typing it, I felt ashamed. My mother completely raised us on formula because (and I quote) "that is what you did back then". Yes... breast milk is best for your baby. I understand that...I got it. Mothers are really made to feel guilty if they don't breastfeed. I am breastfeeding and I feel guilty....she's only had it twice! I have to remind myself that - she needs to eat. What is more important... that she gets fed exclusively breastmilk or that she has enough to eat everyday? Its obvious when you think about it that way, but there is still a sense of failure if I can't produce 24 oz. of milk a day.

*Sigh* but stressing out doesn't help you produce more. I will sit here, hooked to my machine, drinking water and thinking positive thoughts.....

I hope her first sentence is... "Please pass the cranberries Mom."

Monday, November 13, 2006

Cute - by the Numbers

Call me a terrible mother, but I can never remember how old my daughter is when you have to count it in weeks. If I don't write it on the calendar, there is no way I will remember.

However, I can tell you:


  • she is in between 0-3 month and 3-6 month clothing
  • I have yet to find a hat that is the correct size
  • that, just like her mother, she cannot keep socks on her feet
  • her toes are still big, her hands still small
  • drooling is her new favorite activity

    A good friend sent me a link to Lilypie for a cute way of tracking her age:








Now if only this thing came with a 'Pause' button!

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Pre-Blog Entry

When I was home on maternity leave with Hailey, I started keeping a written journal of things I didn't want to forget about.

Here is an excerpt from an entry I made on September 17th. If you have been around babies, hopefully this sparks a good memory or two.


Things I like about Hailey at 3 weeks old...

  • Having her fall asleep on my chest.
  • 'Torpedo Poops' (sudden, loud, intense bowel movements that don't smell).
  • The faces she makes after a 'Torpedo Poop' (complete shock)
  • Her wild, uncontrolable arm movements that hubby and I call "Throwing Gang Signs"
  • Her toes - particularly her enormously fat, big toes (sometimes I call her "Big Fat Toe Girl"
  • How much she sleeps (just not when she sleeps)
  • Hubby likes it when she falls into a deep sleep and 'melts' into your arm.
  • I love it when she wakes up because she stretches and yawns like a little adult.

My all time most hated things about the newborn stage....
Spit-ups that come out of her nose. We only had a couple of those, but that was more than enough!! She is a baby, not a lawn fountain - oh my god, those were horrible!!

I know this stage is going to go by so quickly...I can't believe I am already back at work and the holidays are right around the corner! In the blink of an eye, suddenly she is going to be a year old.

"She was the tiniest thing I ever decided to put my whole life into".

Friday, November 03, 2006

A Red Letter Day (or Night)

Now that we have a full work week under our belts, let's assess the morning routine situation.

On top of my old morning routine, I now have to: feed the baby, exercise, get the baby ready, get the baby's stuff ready, make my lunch (that didn't always happen in the past) and get out the door 15 minutes earlier than I used to. Keep in mind here...I am NOT a morning person. At best I am a mid-evening person (or sometimes a 1:00 pm - 4:00 pm person) but never, ever a morning person!

Monday - was woken up at 4:00
This was WAY too early. Did everything I needed to and then some, still had time to go back to sleep.

Tuesday - was woken up at 6:30
Got a little extra sleep here, but had to sacrifice exercise. For someone who is trying to capitalize on the extra calories burned from breatfeeding, this was not ideal.

Wednesday - was woken up at 6:00
This was perfect, the morning went off like clockwork - I even left 5 minutes early so I could play with her at daycare for a while.

Thursday - woke up at 7:15
Horrible, horrible! I think subconsciously I knew Hailey would be staying with her daddy today, so I didn't rush. I woke up when I would normally be taking her to daycare.

Friday - woke up at 6:00
Another stellar, beautiful morning!! If all mornings went like this, who knows...I may someday become that which I despise...a morning person!

Something about the above descriptions my have slipped by your notice, so allow me to highlight it....
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday - 'WAS woken up'
Thursday, Friday - 'WOKE up'

She had two nights - in a row - of sleeping through the night! Of all the childhood milestones - this has got to be the sweetest chip in the cookie!

I found this Baby Blues comic that says it all......