Showing posts with label nursing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nursing. Show all posts

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Maybe she isn't so crazy after all...

I know it sounds weird, but honestly...Lucy WILL NOT nurse if I've had Dr. Pepper...and now, apparently, if I've had decaf Hazelnut coffee.

It's not the caffeine...I have a cup of coffee every morning (besides, the Hazelnut was decaf anyway). None of my kids have ever reacted to caffeine thankfully...I would die if I had to cut that AND dairy.

I've experimented with regular Coke, Root Beer...she's fine.

But if I have Dr. Pepper...she FUH-REAKS OUT. She gets one mouthful of milk and screams bloody murder and wants nothing to do with eating. It's not a tummy ache...it is so clearly that she doesn't like the TASTE.

I even gave her some milk I had pumped a few days earlier and she took it just fine. Tried nursing again...got one taste...HYSTERICAL.

I swear the kid is a freak.

Luckily, it seems to leave my system pretty quickly. Maybe one or two nursing sessions (as opposed to dairy which can stay in my system for up to 18 hours).

But then I find this article. Maybe she's just got a super sensitive palate. Easy enough to stay away from that stuff...just really annoying when you come across yet another thing she doesn't like.

And it starts. Oh boy...

Heading down to Grandma's today with the kidlets. Andy will join us in a few days. Blogging will be spotty.

Craigslist Ad

So, this is the ad I'm dying to post on Craigslist.

Feedback is welcome.

"Free to good home. Three children. Two girls, one boy. Must be taken as a group. They are adorably cute. They will make you laugh. Insomniacs preferrable. The girls will wake up 3-4 times a night. EACH. That means that you get to enjoy their adorable cuteness 6-8 times per night. The boy will wake up at 5:20 a.m. so you get a maximum amount of his cuteness too. It is probably best if you are lactose intolerant, because the girls have a dairy sensitivity, so you won't be able to eat any. In addition to that, you will also have to cut out Dr. Pepper and flavored coffee. Little Lu thinks it makes your milk taste like mud and will refuse to eat as a result. But, she will be starving so you'll also get to enjoy her innate ability to scream at a unfathomable volume. Jill loves being held and protests if you *ever* set her down. Often, these two things happen in unison. So, if you are also deaf, that would be great too. Please contact Jeannett for more information."

Basically, I've decided that the best person for my kids is a deaf, lactose intolerant insomniac.

Any takers?

I love my kids, I love my kids, I love my kids....breathe....

(oh, and in case you were wondering, no it's not the caffeine in the Dr. Pepper or the coffee...it's the flavoring...really...the kid is a freak...)

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Apparently I'm REALLY talented

I'm nursing Jill.

Henry: I see mama's boo boos.

Me: Well, I'm feeding Jilly.

H: The baby drink it.

M: Yes she is.

H: Henry use a cup.

M: You're right. The babies are too little for a cup, huh?

H: Yeah.

M: Do you know what the baby is drinking?

H: Milk. And sandwiches.


Thursday, October 15, 2009

Glimpses

Thought I'd share with you a glimpse into my morning and in general, a typical day in my life lately.

For background, the girls got their first vaccine shots yesterday. Both are running fevers and otherwise feeling puny. Jill moreso than Lucy (I would guess that is due to the size difference...10 pounds vs. 13 pounds!).

These photos were taken at 11:30 a.m.


If there were sound to the photos, you would hear Henry:

Row, row, row da Boooooaaaat!

Down the STREEEEEEET!


Mary, mary, mary, mary....


(long pause)


DREEEEEAAAAM!!!!


Before I know it, he is jumping on the bed.

RIGHT next to Lucy's head.


"HENRY! Don't JUMP..."


Before I can finish my sentence, I realize that she is CRACK.ING up.


Not just smiling, but full on belly laughing.


She's loving the bouncing.

Why do I suddenly fear my future...?

You might be wondering: "why are her kids only half dressed?"

Distraction is my life.

I started changing Lucy...only to have Jill wake up hysterical. So, I left Lu as is and dealt with Jill.


At this exact moment, Henry decided he wanted to get dressed and "ME DO IT MOMMY!"

Fine.

Except that he only got so far as his pants before he decided he would rather jump on the bed.

And apparently entertain his little sister.

What you can't see in the photo is that during all of this, I am still in my pajamas.

Yeah, at 11:30...because you know, I've been distracted by one of my three kids all morning. And while snapping photos, and in my stinky pj's, I am desperately trying to nurse a whimpering Jill who has a hot little feverish head.

So I stink, but I have one sad baby and two giggling at each other.



So yeah, that's my day.

Distractions.

One after the other.

Over and over again.

And I love it.

Truly.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Poor Little LuLu



So, you know how I've commented more than once on how Lucy is my fussy one?

How she just cries and I don't know what to do with her some days?

How she dominates so much of my time because she is just such a handful?

Yeah, well...I take it back.

Since I've cut dairy...she's been a DOLL.

Sweet, good natured...all smiles.

The only time she gives me grief is if I experiment with dairy to see if she just might be able to tolerate some of it.

(She can't).

Poor kid.

The whole time she was grumpy it was because she was hurting.

It wasn't even her fault.

And she got a bad rap.

Mea culpa.

Mommy promises not to eat ANY dairy for the next year.

Swear.

(But don't think I won't complain about it sometimes.)

Thursday, September 17, 2009

So Long, Farewell...


As I've mentioned before, Lucy is a bit of a fuss-pot. In the back of my head, I kept wondering if maybe it was because she had a dairy issue like Henry did.

I really tried to ignore it.

Pretend it didn't occur to me that she might have a dairy allergy (which by the way, is distinctly different than lactose intolerance).

But finally, when it was painfully (for her) obvious that she was gassy every night...

...and when she full on vomited after I had yogurt...not spit up...but actual gagging, heaving, eyes watering...

I cut all dairy out of my diet for a week.

Dairy is tough.

It includes the obvious milk, cheese, yogurt, chocolate...and the not so obvious butter, margarine, and anything MADE with butter.

So, pretty much all I'm left with is meat and veggies and dry bread. Yum.

Not.

I didn't think I saw huge improvement that week. So, I ate dairy again...which is the real test...

...the first day she seemed fine...

I was STOKED.

and then when I really went gung-ho and had yogurt for breakfast, a grilled cheese for lunch, and ice cream after dinner...

...the poor kid was miserable and vomitted again.

And Jill...she sure seemed to spit up a lot more than usual.

The Good News? These last 9 pounds should come off quickly.

The Bad News? All good food is off my plate for about a year. And considering that I really love dairy and I love to eat....this is not fun. Poor Andy will inadvertantly end up on a severely restricted diet too...because I might be a good wife, but I'm not about to make up an entire batch of mashed potatoes so that I can watch him eat it...


Challenge of the Day: for the next couple of days, take stock of everything you put in your mouth...and make a mental note of the things you eat that have dairy products in them. You don't have to join me on this crazy diet, but just to give you insight into how restrictive this whole thing is.

(eggs are not dairy products...they are just in the dairy section at the grocery store...and be sure to read labels!!! Anything with cassein or whey are OUT! You'll be surprised how often dairy is used as a filler in pre-packaged foods!)

Monday, August 24, 2009

How Does One Nurse Two?

When I was still pregnant, I devoured any book that was twin related. I couldn't get enough information from moms who had been there, done that. Every book had an obligatory chapter on feeding, and just about every book I read said the same thing about nursing twins, and it went something like this:

"It is technically possible to nurse twins, but few manage it. If you can, that's great! You go, girl! But for the rest of us, and probably you too, the next 20 pages are about the ins and outs of bottle feeding..."

So, when I started, I didn't have high hopes. I prepared myself for a huge battle and difficulties in getting two to eat simultaneously.

And it never really happened.

You might be thinking: "Wait, you have complained about nursing and had just about every complication possible over the last six weeks. What are you talking about???!!!"

Well, that's the thing: I've had trouble with NURSING. Every issue I've had has been related to nursing in general...nothing to do with nursing *twins*. My (still ongoing) battle with thrush was related to all the antibiotics I've been on...had it with Henry for the same reason. The mastitis?...nothing to do with two little mouths...trouble latching with Lucy? struggled with Henry on that one too. None of it is a twin problem...just a nursing problem. I would have had all this trouble even if I had only one babe.

So, how DO you nurse twins?

Well, for starters, I have two boobs. So that's helpful. I remember the very first time I fed the girls in the hospital, the first thing I said was "Well, it's a good thing I didn't have triplets!" :)

That said, I tandem nurse just about 99.99999% of the time. Doing it separately doubles the time and staggers the schedule too much. I would basically spend most of my day feeding if I didn't do it at the same time. So the time I spend nursing the girls is actually no longer than the time I spent nursing just Henry.

Some twin moms nurse one baby and then feed formula to the other...and then switch at the next feeding. This seems crazy to me. To sit for 30 minutes and nurse Lucy...and then go make a bottle, sit and feed it to Jill and then go clean said bottle, just sounds like a lot of work and so much more time. I'm not quite sure why you would do this?

I'm convinced that the key to nursing twins lies in having the proper set up and having nursed a baby before is a huge advantage. I can see how if you haven't done it before, you might just give up and think that your woes come from there being two babies, rather than it just being part of the game sometimes.

EZ-2-Nurse Pillow:

(For those of you who don't know me in real life...that is not me...just the stock photo from the website...you would think they could update the photo considering how much they charge!)

This is a must. I cannot imagine trying to breastfeed twins without this thing. Without it, you would just have to prop 25 pillows and blankets to make it work. It's expensive (about $50 plus shipping/handling), but I got TWO of them for $10 on Craigslist. I keep one upstairs, and one downstairs...although that's totally unnecessary...I only do it because it worked out that way.

The downside is that it's HUGE. At least twice the size of a Boppy.


But it not only helps hold up the babies, but the way that the foam is cut, it angles the babies perfectly...so that you can nurse hands free! This is nothing short of miraculous...I couldn't nurse Henry hands free, so the fact that I can with two is incredible!

(Again, not me, but I HAVE eaten a meal and/or talked on the phone like this!)

The second key to success is having a proper "Nursing Station":

When I had people here helping, they would hand me one baby at a time and then I would hand them back when I was done. Obviously, this wasn't going to work long term, so I had to figure out how to get the girls situated alone. I found that setting them on either side of me on the couch didn't work...the minute I sat down, they would roll towards me and end up underneath the giant pillow, and it was really awkward trying to pick each one up when I also had this gigantic thing strapped to my middle. I quickly realized that I needed to be able to set the babies down in FRONT of me. So, I found an armless chair (the pillow is so big you can't sit in a chair with arms) and I set it next to my bed which is at the perfect height.

Many of you may have been wondering how on earth I have time to blog and surf the web lately...well, since I'm stuck just sitting there staring at my bedroom wall for so much of my day (no TV allowed in bedrooms), I get bored and set up my laptop...and am literally typing this post while the girls are eating (and Henry is napping).


So ultimately, nursing twins is not much different than nursing a singleton. The only real difficulties I have found are:

  • I have no idea how I will/can tandem nurse in public. I may have to do it one baby at a time, or just time all of my trips between feedings. And since they are on the same schedule, I'd likely have to listen to one scream bloody murder while I fed the first one...
  • You can't be discreet nursing two.
  • Night feedings require you to be fully sitting up in bed and wide awake. You can't just nurse lying down and be half asleep so that's a big bummer.
  • You are kinda stuck feeding with the "Football Hold". I've heard you can do it the other way, but the babies have to kind of lay on top of eachother...which seeems weird to me.

Other than that, I can't think of much else that makes it all that different.

So there you have it. If you can make it through all the drama that breastfeeding can bring in and of itself (and not everyone has as much trouble as I do...shocking), nursing twins is not only possible, it's actually relatively "easy" once you get the hang of it!

Besides, I've done the math on formula...it would cost us somewhere in the neighborhood of $300-400 per MONTH for both girls...and that's assuming we didn't have to buy the super expensive Alimentum stuff! That would put us at about $700/month!!!! Yikes.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

All Better!

Well, mostly anyway.

Spent much of last evening and night doing lots of pumping, lots of nursing, lots of warm compresses, lots and lots of drinking water, and lots of laying in bed.

This morning I woke up with no fever, no redness and only a little bit of tenderness.

Thank you Lord for having me catch this early and getting rid of the bulk of it so quickly!

Friday, August 21, 2009

Mastitis

102.2 fever.

Chills.

Nausea.

I'd totally give up. But I only stick it out because I honestly cannot afford formula for two.

No grand and noble reason that would make the La Leche League proud.

Just simple economics.

I had a feeling this was going to happen...girls haven't been "emptying" me the last few days...and then last night they slept through a feeding...fantastic for sleep...not so fantastic for milk ducts.

The good news is that I don't think there is *anything* else I can possibly get....so here's to hoping I'm finally done feeling like absolute s&*&^ every few days.




When Andy has his "appointment" someday...let no one be surprised or ask why.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

I think I just broke a world record: Call the Guiness Book


For longest number of hours consecutively nursing.

99.99999% of the time I tandem nurse (both at the same time).

Last night, someone, let's say it was Lucy, I can't remember...woke up about an hour after the last feeding and wanted to eat. So, I figured that she was just extra hungry so I didn't bother waking up her sister since it hadn't been very long...I would just re-sync them back up at the next feeding. No problem.

About 15 minutes after Lucy was done, asleep and back in bed...Jill wakes up screaming: wanting to eat. Huh? So, I feed Jill. (And remember, nuring sessions are still a 30-40 minute ordeal this early on). Don't bother to wake up Lucy...because...well, she just ate.

Fifteen minutes later...Lucy wakes up...wants to eat.

And on and on it goes. It started at about 1:00 a.m. and continued CONSTANTLY with only short little 15-20 minute breaks until...6:27 a.m. Yeah, that would be 5.5 hours of almost continuous nursing.

6:43 a.m: "Mommy! Daddy!" My bright eyed, well rested two year old is up and ready for the day. Sigh...

Thankfully I have an amazing husband and even though he has to work today, he got up with Henry so that I could sneak a couple of hours of sleep...because, you know, the girls were PASSED.OUT. now that it was daytime.