Wednesday, December 28, 2011
He is still pro marriage but not for himself and provides wisdom for new dads-to-be who work with him (advocating breastfeeding!). He saw me yesterday as I was doing my off-shift mentoring (I sit with new legal researchers and provide "advice"), and said that he had a small gift for Hannabert and proceeded to give me a small sum of money for "Hannabert's College Fund."
Wow! How unexpected and how heartwarming to receive such a gift.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Luckily Grandma B had some odds and ends of clothing that had been left down in Cincinnati before and I had one sleeper in my suitcase. We ended up having enough clothing for the weekend (including a cute outfit for the Grandpa B's family party).
We wanted to get a Santa picture this year and thought that we would miss out as Grandma B's family party had already started before we had even left. Luckily as we pulled into The Greene to go to Von Maur, we found out that Santa was taking a smaller lunch break than what we thought so Horn pushed me out of the car and had me stand in line while he parked (not really but he did suggest that I do it).
Santa was a hit.
We successfully made it to Grandma B's Family Party and will was a HUGE hit (none of the other little cousins were able to make it). He received a wonderful Fisher Price Nativity Set. I had just become aware of this set and really wanted one and was planning on getting him one after Christmas. Thanks to Auntie Linda, Hannabert got to play with his nativity on Christmas. The hay was delicious.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Poor Hannabert caught a stomach bug this weekend. I should have known something was up when he didn't scream like we were taking away his puppy (no, we don't have one yet but my partner in crime is woking on it with me) and selling it to Cruella DeVille when we were eating. In fact, Horn and I got to eat an entire meal without Hannabert demanding bite for bite competition.
Hannabert literally spent the entire Sunday nursing. Literally the entire day. I got off the couch twice in 8 hrs. He perked up in time to keep dad awake until 4am but woke up out of it again this morning.
I know his tummy hurts but, even though I explain it in explicit terminilogy, he doesn't understand and can't tell me how bad it feels for him.
I know they make collars that interpret a dog's bark but I can't seem to find any similar type of baby apparrel.
Friday, December 16, 2011
After falling off the weight chart (which are made by formula companies and thus reflect a baby formula fed rather than a breastfed baby) for the last five months, Hannabert is finally back on it.
Does he look like a skinny baby? We actually have friends who volunteered to vouch for his eating habits.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Friday, December 02, 2011
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Growing up, my mother had a group in our town that would purchase a few times a year from a local (by local I mean appx 75 miles away) food co-op. I remember anticipating the catalog of food goodies. A lot of "new" choices were successful (natural licorice) and some unsuccessful (did you know that bird wouldn't even eat the whole wheat spaghetti of the 1980s?).Typical things she would order would be: a gross of toothbrushes (she gave them out at Halloween in addition to a candy item), cheese in great big blocks, chocolate chips, and pistachios. As a note, 1 lb of bay leave is a very large quantity and I think, some 20+ years later, she still has some...
I always loved going with her to get the order, filling the back of our van and than watching her divide the food into smaller orders, using a baby scale, yardsticks, and bags. I made me feel like our family was part of something larger.
Now my family is small, consisting only of my husband and my son so we won't be buying 50lbs of flour anytime soon as a 5 lb bag lasts us through many many batches of beer bread but we do run into our own food storage issues.
As Hannabert (our son) has start the semi-solid food stage, I have been making his baby food (with some jars as back up which my husband primarily uses/packs). I have found it easiest to make large amounts of food and freeze it in ice cube trays and then pop out the cubes and store them in quart size bags. I prefer the quart size bags to the gallon sized bags because I felt that the gallon sized bags resulted in a lot of wasted space.
The ice cube tray method has worked great for most purees (excluding the apple plum which kind of turned into a sticky, semi-solid paste) but I am struggling with how to do more "finger foods" in this manner. He, like most babies (good or bad, agree or disagree), eats puffs but I wanted more of a variety that just those (despite the many flavors that are on the market). I usually make steamed sweet potato sticks or broccoli spears (I cheated and bought a bag of pre-steamed, frozen ones from Trader Joes) but I am unsure of storage. Currently, I make them once a week and then keep them in the fridge. Any thoughts on safe food storage for steamed vegetables?
Saturday, November 05, 2011
Friday, November 04, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Unfortunately, despite the "trifecta" (Johnson & Johnson Nighttime Lotion, baby on the chest, and gripe water), Hannabert was uninterested in sleeping. There seems to be a magic window for Hannabert which is about 1:30am (give us a break, we work until 11pm and if you have a better idea of how to arrange it so that Horn and I have "normal" hours that would allow Hannabert to be in bed at a "normal" time, please, we are all ears). Horn said that babytime was up until 3am. Really unacceptable.
Any ideas on how to convince a baby to sleep?
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
We just got back from a trip to see my grandmother (Hannabert's Great Grandmother) in the Great North. She was quite taken with Hannabert (not that I am biased, but who isn't?) and couldn't wait to hold him.
Unfortunately, she had recently fallen down a flight of stairs and had a set of broken ribs and a broken collar bone (opposite sides of the body). I guess I never thought about my grandmother aging even though I have obviously grown up and gotten married. I still see her as the grandmother with the acre of house garden, flower gardens, and the ability to make the best salad from fresh from the garden lettuce (she watched over me while I made the salad this time).
What struck me so much about this visit is how much she is still the very same person I remember from growing up. It made me feel like I didn't spend enough time with her when I was little and I want to make sure that Hannabert does spend nice long weeks with his grandparents so that they can teach him all the neat things that they know.
On our last day of our visit, Grandma was able to hold Hannabert. It made me realize how lucky I am to have a grandmother who is able to hold my child.
I figured this was great time to upload pictures from our recent trip to Northern Minnesota and catch-up on some of the blogs that I follow. Then I started playing with the "next blog" button on blogger. There are a lot of blogs on diabetes including some rather scary blogs about being diabetic and delivering at home in a pool.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
While transferring the milk into a storage bag, I knocked over one of my storage bottles and spilled milk all over the floor. I cried. Literally cried and yelled for my husband to help. An extreme reactions? Perhaps. I can tell people though I cried over Spilled Milk.
For some mothers, this might not have been a big, heck, a lot of nursing mothers leak everywhere and they are "spilling" milk into breast pads. Not me. Breast milk production did not come easy to me (probably the the hardest part of my most unusual delivery) and it remains the most frustrating part of being a new mother. I just assumed that milk production would be the easier part of breastfeeding.
Hannabert was in NICU as a result of my gestational diabetes; his blood sugar was somewhere around 20 when they admitted him while I was in recovery after a c-section (in which I was knocked out). He spent the next four days in NICU while I recovered in Mother/Baby. I knew that it was important to immediately try to get him interested in breastfeeding but I didn't even get to see him for the first 9 hrs. My husband took some video of Hannabert in the operating room so that I could share in the moment. My husband is wonderful.
I knew I was suppose to pump every two hours to help my milk come in but I wasn't really successful. That was the beginning of my relationship with pumping.
We are now almost five months into our relationship and I have to say, it hasn't really gotten much easier. I pump approximately 4x a day at work and then need to pump before/after Hannabert eats to make enough for him at daycare. It is stressful but I am committed to trying to provide only breastmilk until he is six months. So, for now, I will continue to cry over spilled milk.
Monday, May 09, 2011
After that, he and I went full force at nursing only and not using any formula. Now, as he was in NICU and I had some issues with his delivery (I do not have anatomy that is conducive to an epidural) which resulted in having to have a c-section under general anesthesia, I always felt like the "Boob Fairy" (as the lactation consultants call when a new mother's milk comes in) missed me.
I have been stressing over whether or not Hannabert was getting enough food. My wonderful husband kept reassuring me that if he was wetting diapers more than 6 times a day and gaining weight, he was probably good.
Now that I am back at work and having to pump and was only getting 2 to 3 oz total, I was getting really pretty stressed again. It really just didn't seem like enough for him. I had read a ton of breast feeding books but none of them really had very good ways at measuring how much milk was enough milk when pumping. One, The Nursing Mother's Companion, suggested feeding, then pumping, then pumping exactly 2 hours later, and then multiplying that number by the number of feedings and then determining how much was being consumed in a day. All other books suggested suing a baby scale, but I didn't really want to spend the money on one (although I was definitely tempted). I am thrilled that I found the Kelly Mom website which has a ton of resources including a chart where you can calculate what you need to pump at each pumping session.
This chart has definitely eased some of my concerns although I am still stressed about making sure Hannabert is getting enough, especially with lack of support from family members about continuing to breastfeed. I think that they think they are being supportive when they tell me that I should supplement or that it isn't a big deal to supplement, but I really want to Hannabert to have breast milk for as long as possible without supplementing.
I am currently trying a variety of supply boasters (it doesn't help that I have a co-worker who is able to pump 9oz during each of her sessions) such as Goat's Rue; Fenugreek, Blessed Thistle, and all other sorts of herbal solutions. While they might only have a placebo effect, at least I know that I am doing everything that I can do to help maintain/increase supply.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Hannabert arrived via c-section and weighed 7lbs, 6oz and 20n inches. I was under general anesthesia so I didn't get to meet him in person for about 9 hours. Grandpa B, who made it down for the delivery, was the first one after Horn to hold the little guy.