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Only two more days, I cannot miss out on my NaBloPoMo obligation!

Sadly, I have very little to say today.  So I’ll post a picture of my kids and hope you forgive me.  More tomorrow on Daniel’s ongoing protest of the afternoon nap and the debate on whether to keep them in the same room…

An out-take (though still quite cute, there were plenty of pictures of them just drooling and chewing on the letters) from the Father’s Day photo shoots.  Lest you think my kids are just that photogenic, or that I have some magic that allowed me to get three awesome pictures of them, you should know that it took two days, four outfits, and nearly 200 frames to get the final product…



Filed under Blogging, Infants, Mommy confessions, Photos


(noun) elimination of a complex by bringing it to consciousness and affording it expression.

I feel the need to write one (hopefully) last entry on breastfeeding.  Mostly because I have a few lingering things that I just need to let go.

I do not regret our decision to go to 100% formula when the kids were eight weeks old.  At that time, in those circumstances, with that experience, it was the right decision.  And it has afforded some notable advantages. Other people can help with feedings, for instance, which allowed me to be better-rested than many new moms.  And at this age, when they hold their own bottles, it’s pretty sweet to just hand them bottles in the stroller and run an errand.  It’s expensive as hell and I can’t wait to move on to whole milk, but it has had its benefits.

But breastfeeding was something I had really wanted to do, something I prepared for, something I felt confident I was going to be able to do.  And it just didn’t work out.  Maybe it was meant to be that way, and maybe no matter what, that’s how it would have ended up.  But with hindsight being 20/20, and all that I know now, I can’t help but think I could have done some things differently.  And as I may not have any more kids and be able to benefit from my own experience, maybe this will resonate and help someone else.  Or maybe not, and maybe this is just for me.  That’s OK, too.

Before I launch into my list, let me be clear.  I am not sad and in need of consolation or advice, I am not bemoaning the way my life turned out.  I think things have turned out rather well, in fact.  I just have had these ideas bouncing around my head for a while, and I want to get them written down so that I can let them go.  Breastfeeding (or not) is such a loaded, emotional issue, it’s not the easiest thing in the world to get over if it doesn’t go the way you hoped.

So here you go, the things I’d change if I had it to do all over again.  Would all of these have been realistic?  Would they have made the critical difference? Who knows, and it doesn’t really matter.  They’re just ideas…

1. Nurse more in the NICU.

This is a very hindsight kind of thing. Because when you have a baby (or two) in the NICU, your only goal is that they will be able to come home. And one condition of coming home is to take all feeds by mouth and gain weight. Daniel was pretty slow to transition after he was born, and would fall asleep before finishing his whopping half-ounce, and the rest would go down the little nasal tube. I didn’t want to tire him out at mealtimes, so I didn’t nurse. Bottles were always easier. Guess who had the seemingly incurable latch issues? Rebecca and I tried more, and were more successful, but she was just so darn tiny.  In hindsight?  Be aggressive about trying to nurse as much as possible, nasal tube be damned. It probably wouldn’t have meant more than an extra couple of days in the hospital, which seems like no big deal right now, but of course would have felt awful at the time.  Ah, the fantasy of hindsight.

2. Throw away the schedule, at first.

We came home from the NICU with the kids on a predictable 3-hour rotation, and they were supposed to get high-calorie formula every-other feeding. In my attempts to nurse, of course, sometimes they would want to eat again after an hour or two. Because the 3-hour schedule was so concrete in my brain, it made me nutty when they wanted to eat more often, as well as convinced I couldn’t possibly make enough milk for them. So I’d give them a bottle of formula, which stayed in their tummies a bit longer, and didn’t actually tell my body to make more.  I wish I had been able to just let go of the 3-hour idea and just sit and nurse all the damn time for the first couple of weeks to actually get a supply going.  Maybe do a bottle of the high-cal stuff every 6 hours, just to do what the doctor said, and pump those times, but you get my idea. Save the schedule for a little later, nurse constantly for the sake of establishing milk production. By the time someone told me to do that, I was so married to my 3-hour schedule that I couldn’t handle letting it go.

3. Throw away the pump, sort of.

From day 1, my life revolved around the dreaded pump.  The seeming lack of results, combined with the milliliter-counting that is life in the NICU, was really demoralizing.  And the whole pumping-then-bottle-feeding is an absolute nightmare.  You prep bottles, you feed bottles to slow-eating babies, you burp babies, you put them down and go pump for 20 minutes… you label and refrigerate bottles, you clean the pump parts… leaving you with approximately 15 minutes to do things like, say, hang out with your babies. And while I didn’t feel like my body responded well to the pump, I probably was, in fact, producing enough at the time for one baby.  But if I wasn’t nursing two babies, my body was never going to learn to produce for two babies.

The pump can be a useful tool, of course.  It was good to have in the hospital when my babies were not in a position to nurse, and it would have been good as a supplemental tool to help boost supply.  But while I was sent home with instructions to pump every 3 hours, I do not feel like I had any idea of how to get off of the pump.  Hindsight verdict: chuck the pump and nurse all the time, only use the pump maybe at the times that I did the high-cal formula bottle.

4. Get better nursing attire.

This may seem like an odd one, but I think it would have been helpful.  One of my big stumbling blocks was that I was very uncomfortable nursing in public.  Less for reasons of exposing the boobs, but more for fear of exposing the belly. I’ve always been overweight and self-conscious… add in a big, squishy, stretch-marked postpartum belly, and do you really think I wanted to lift up my shirt?  But getting out of the house was really important to me, and I’d just end up bringing bottles and not staying out long.  What I wish I had done was gotten some of those nursing tanks to wear under my shirts (so the belly would remain covered, even if I had to lift up my regular shirt), or those pull-aside nursing shirts, or something.  I really had no nursing clothes, save for two sort of transitional nursing bras and one non-functional nursing tank (there are better kinds out there.  I think the right attire would have made an enormous difference in my ability to nurse while not at home.  Also… a hooter hider! I knew about these things at the time, but as nursing was looking questionable, I didn’t want to spend the money in case it didn’t work out.  Alas.

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There you have it, my woulda, coulda, shoulda list.  Would I have been able to do them in my post-partum hormonal state? Would any of it have made a difference with Daniel’s weird-tongue-thing and hideous latch? Would doing all of these things have saved breastfeeding at the expense of losing my mind?  Who knows. Maybe not, and I’ll never know.  But now I can stop bouncing these things around in my brain when I can’t sleep, I will know they’ve been written and not lost, I can come back and reference it or link it for someone, or add to it if I think of something else.

It’s done.


Filed under Infants, Mommy confessions, Newborns

Does this make me a groupie?

Probably not, as there’s no skanky sex involved. And let’s all be thankful for that.

Those of you who know me are aware that I’m a fan of Barenaked Ladies. Easily my favorite band. Love their songs, love their attitude, love their live shows. I’ve probably been to 10 or so since my first concert, which was (gasp!) nearly a decade ago.

Needless to say, I was tickled to find out that they’re releasing a new album tomorrow, Snacktime. That’s right, a BNL kids’ album. Wohoo! They’ve already recorded a couple of kids’ songs, which I quite enjoy. And I’ve been trying to find good music for my kids. Yes, they’re little, in some ways it hardly matters. But I’m building my collection. While, on the one hand, I’ll play anything for them that I damn well please, I also want some music that is geared towards them. I love Peter and the Wolf, as performed by the Philadelphia Orchestra, with David Bowie doing the narration. Someone gave me a Justin Roberts album for Christmas, and that’s also a ton of fun. Songs that feel like “real” pop, reggae, country, whatever, but with fun kid-friendly lyrics.

Back to BNL. As I said, Snacktime comes out tomorrow. I’ve got it pre-ordered, so hopefully it will arrive on time. Complete with accompanying storybook! And then, I find out today, the band is doing a quick publicity jaunt, with some in-store performances and such. On Thursday, they’ll be in Massachusetts! They’re going to be at a Barnes & Noble about half an hour from here (down the street from the REI of the infamous BOB adventure), and even more perfect, the event is at 3:30. Prime outing time! We’re so going. My kids are 9 months old, and going to their first BNL show. 🙂 Coolest mom ever, or lamest mom ever? I’m going to go with cool, since my kids are too young to tell me I’m lame.

My only question is this: how early do I try to go? Do I bank on there being a crowd, as BNL has a fairly substantial following in the area? Do I assume it won’t be so bad, as it’s the middle of the day in the ‘burbs? Hrm…


Filed under Mommy confessions, Music, Out and about