Sunday, July 19, 2015

22 Weeks!

Feeling good. So much bigger this time around. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the endless pasta dinners and ice cream:) 

Still not a fan of sleeping/dressing/doing much of anything pregnant but it's easier than the first time and at least I know a pregnancy without heartburn can exist!

Acne is getting better though! Big difference from my pregnancy with Piper. Thank God!

Next appt is at 24 weeks. 

Lbi with the fam.

Xoxo
L

Thursday, July 16, 2015

7 things that helped me get baby ready...



Having a dog- HAHAHA, sorry that was funny. Whatever you do, don't listen to your friend who cooks classic gourmet meals and eats at the dinner table with her Husky every evening. Just because your dog is high maintenance for a dog and acts like a human, doesn't make it a baby - unless it has no usable legs, can't be left alone for more than 2 minutes, can't see 10 inches past his face, and breastfeeds from you every 2 hours – NO, the answer is no. 



But it's not all bad news! Turns out that before giving birth, I first had to turn my 8 pound terrier mix into a baby. Sure, he hated being swaddled in my arms and being rocked to sleep (he stayed awake), but it helped me feel maternal as hell and calm leading up to the barbaric (ahem, beautiful) occurrence known as birthing a small human. Plus, it was a good arm workout - great for future baby lifting.



Cushy/soft back-board for your bed - Forget the nursery. I redid my bedroom. Before having a kid, I knew that I'd most likely breastfeed and even if I didn't, I knew that as an extremely tired pregnant person, I would not be any less tired with a newborn. Therefore, I would be performing my throughout-the-night feedings leaning against my bed backboard. If I so much as had to step foot out of my bed for the first 3 months while the kiddo slept beside me, I'd be pissed.



Massages and pedicures - This is a no-brainer. I paid women all over the states of New York and New Jersey to give my swollen feet a good rub down. It wasn't glamorous and it definitely added up price-wise, but after having a child explode out of my body, I didn't feel guilty for too long.



Hiding a burp cloth in the arm of every couch - This goes back to me being lazy not psychic. You never know when spew or milk leakage may occur. And I can promise that you won’t want to go running for a paper towel every time it does. You just had a baby. You’re tired. Stay seated. Relax a little.



Breastfeeding pillow - you can call it a Boppy or whatever you want, but I prefer life-saving u-shaped cushion to be used in a multitude of ways all day, everyday. 



I bought one of these before having my kid and thought it would just be another expensive dog-bed, but oh, how wrong I was. I used it endlessly, whether I was breastfeeding, napping, doing the dreaded tummy time, for flying in comfort across the country with a newborn, and for a nice place to rest my dinner plate.



DVR'd TV shows- Now, I'm not saying that your kid won't fall asleep in a swing or a mamaroo or whatever, but mine sure as hell didn't. She only fell asleep ON me. I know what you're thinking- Aw, how sweet. And besides being completely trapped, it really was. If I didn't feel like a hostage, I'd totally cry over the preciousness. And I know I should sleep when the baby does - which I did once A DAY, but I can't take 5 naps, every two hours. I just can't. That's why I saved 3 to 4 episodes of all my favorite shows before giving birth. Nothing could get me more excited to breastfeed my child into a milk coma more than back to back episodes of Naked and Afraid or The Real Housewives of New York City.



Infertility –That’s funny – I wasn’t crying a minute ago. Don’t mind me!



Infertility is pretty much the worst thing to happen to someone wanting a baby...so OF COURSE it's the best way to prepare a preggo for baby-dom.



But seriously, if there is any good to come out of endless testing, pregnancy loss and heartache, it's how freaking ready I was for my daughter and this new pregnancy when they actually worked out. This also really prepared me for how much pregnancy sucks. Without it, I would be destined for 41 weeks of eye rolls and complaining over missing Sangria. Instead, I just lived in fear of anything going wrong, became overly nice and maintained a very thankful attitude that would not be present otherwise. Blessings all around!

xoxo
Laura

Monday, July 6, 2015

Piper Holds the Poo.

Because sometimes you have to help out and hold the poop bag. No matter how cute you are.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Breastfeeding: Please Don't Confuse Me Doing it With Liking it


So, here's my thing. I am DONE breastfeeding (WAY done). However, I never got the chance to write about it. I figure there is no time like the present (because Piper is sleeping at this moment) so here goes:
The first time I cried about my boobs, I was 13. A girl in my class announced that I was flat-chested and my crush sitting beside her couldn't help but laugh and agree. It was pretty earth shattering stuff. So earth shattering in fact, that before bed that night, I went home and PRAYED TO GOD for boobs. I kid you not. I begged the big man for knockers. It seemed reasonable at the time.


The next time I cried over my boobs would be about 17 years later, after the birth of my daughter. For me, the decision to breastfeed was a no brainer. My Grandma had done it. My Mom had done it. My sister had done it. I would obviously do it. People say it's better for the baby and that it is so "natural".  Besides, it would totally help me lose the baby weight. Right? Totally. It would also help form the most special bond between Mommy and baby and having just gone through years of infertility, I was beyond ready. Who wouldn’t be?!


The first time I threw my daughter on the boob was about 5 seconds after giving birth to her and she ate easily for 20 minutes. I instantly connected with my inner cave woman. It really was so natural! Breastfeeding was my bitch!


However, that first feeding would be the last easy one for the next five weeks. Every day was the same. Excruciating pain and undeniable dread filled me. Every time she cried for food, I cried for my boobs. They hurt SO freaking much. My daughter had an insatiable hunger and a shallow latch that even with the use of my own personal lactation consultant and a nipple shield (which I used for 5 whole weeks, by the way), did not help the pain. Not to mention the milk blisters and severe pain of engorgement. I was so overwhelmed and couldn’t help but feel very alone.


All day, my thoughts screamed, "How is something so natural, SO FREAKING PAINFUL?!" and "WHY GOD, WHY?!" and "I’M GOING TO KILL EVERYONE WHO TOLD ME THIS WAS EASY!"


Staying inside all day to be a food machine was hard on my mental state but going out in public did not help matters. My daughter was not a calm baby. The best way to comfort her was with a big dose of warm boob milk but the struggle get her latched on was ridiculous. One day at brunch, it literally looked like I was wrestling a squealing baby pig underneath my hooter hider. How did these women do it? What was the damn secret? Everyday I became increasingly miserable for dreading the beautiful miracle of boob food.


The last and final kicker came when breastfeeding did not yield the model-like weight loss results that every stupid article everywhere told me it would. No, but thanks for the endless articles on it, world. Really, thank you. Breastfeeding may make some girls super slim but breastfeeding made me HUNGRY. And even if my diet was awesome and filled with organic everything - eating an entire organic pizza is no way to get ready for a non-maternity wardrobe. In fact, a few weeks after I stopped breastfeeding completely, I lost 5 pounds with ease.



Now, I'm not saying not to breastfeed. No way! I did it for 8ish months (emphasis on the “ish”) and I'm so insanely proud of that (emphasis on the "insane"). But I wish I had more realistic expectations going into it. I can't lie and say that it was magical for me. It wasn't. Sure, I had good moments throughout – like not having to make bottles in the middle of the night and the exceptionally cuddly days - but that was really it.



Mostly, it was a hassle that wreaked havoc on my mind and body. To me, nobody should have to see their nipples crack, turn bright red or wake up in a pool of milk night after night after they’ve just been pregnant for the better part of a year. They shouldn't feel trapped to their couch or like there is no use in putting on a tank top that doesn't already have breast milk residue lingering.



I wasn’t the biggest fan but I did it and would I do it again? Yes, because my body allows it and science tells me it's good for my kid. I'm all about taking one for the team but this time I would know that not everyone is a mush ball over this bonding experience. Even when it gets easy (which, I swear it does) it isn't necessarily rainbows and puppy cuddles. It's a constant, never ending job and that's OKAY.



Every child is different; every mother is different. So even if I roll my eyes before grabbing my boppy and breastfeeding my child, please don't judge. I love my daughter and if anything, breastfeeding has just made me enjoy the stages AFTER even more.

xoxo

Monday, June 15, 2015

17 weeks!

Well, we've made it far enough to get a bump, so I guess I'll post. Aaaaah, still kind of refusing to believe this is real.

I'm 17 weeks here and my friend is 33!

Feeling: sad about no kicks or flutters yet, but excited for my early anatomy scan tomorrow!!! 

Symptoms: body acne! It's terrible. Poor sleep. But no heartburn this time and like I said before, no kicks. Hopefully soon:)

Craving: cream cheese and pb/j sandwiches.

Xoxo
L