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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Natalia's April (4 months old)

Natalia's first beach excursion.

"Quiet!  I'm thinking."

"I'm getting rained on... but I'm always down for a walk in the carrier!"

Managed to get at least one walk out of this stroller.  Oscar and I brought it all the way from Germany over 6 years ago!

Tiny sombrero.  Love it!
 
Tummy time!


"I'm grumpy.  What's your name?"

Bigos kisses in her jumpy swing.

"I'm a born reader!"

The kids hanging out on the balcony.

"Daddy got us flowers 'just because'."

Talk about your multi-tasking!  Oscar (and Natalia, and Bigos, and Hunter) taking out the recycling.

Look how far we've come!  Emergency nursing session right there in the car!  No need to pull over!

"I've got my very own potty, folks!"
"Lookie what I found!"
"Rub-a-dub, bath time!"
Natalia's First Easter:

After the traditional food blessing on Holy Saturday. Natalia's basket is next to her car seat.

Auntie Courtney came to visit on Natalia's first Easter.

After eye-balling my drinks for over a week, Natalia finally went for it and grabbed my glass!
So we let her have a go with her very own sippy cup!



Another milestone on Easter - Natalia sat on her own long enough for me to take these pictures with her Easter basket!


We are wearing our rhinoceros noses!

Natalka learning about tree blossoms in the Springtime.
And here's Natalka's own two cents:


You Did WHAT with Natalia's Placenta????

I tried to include the least graphic photos possible, however considering that we are talking about a human organ, use discretion if you have a super weak stomach.

As you probably know, I don't like to waste.  Anything. So when our midwife asked what we wanted to do with Natalia's placenta, I was taken aback.  I didn't know, but I knew I wanted to do "something".  So I kept it frozen for 4 months, until I finally decided to turn it into art before burying it in the ground.

We hired a lady, Carmen, to make artistic "placenta prints" using Natalia's placenta.
Our placenta prints artist, Carmen.
 Below are photos of the process.

Arranging the placenta.
Painting the placenta.

Placenta painted and ready for prints.
Taking the placenta prints.

Blowdrying the ink.

Our artist also outlined several prints, making them pop visually.
For now, we are displaying a couple of the prints like this. 
We ended up with 9 prints, two done "in blood" (the original), three done in water colors, and four done in black ink. We think that the ones above look very much like flowers, don't you agree?

Once we had our placenta prints, we still had the placenta!  So we decided to bury it so that, as Oscar put it so poetically, "it can continue to give life to something else".

Oscar emptying the placenta into the pot.
Natalia posing with her very special palm, nourished now by her womb buddy, the placenta.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Spirited Child



Maybe you’ve heard this term, “spirited child”?  Maybe you know that you have one?  In a nutshell, it’s a euphemism for what is commonly known as a “difficult” or “high-needs” child.  Putting a positive spin on the child with this sort of temperament (if indeed it could be called that), a spirited child is more intense, more sensitive, more perceptive, more persistent, and more energetic than the easy-going child.  (This according to Mary Sheedy Kurcinka, author of “Raising Your Spirited Child”.)

I ordered a copy of this book when we noticed that Natalia balked at transitions, went straight to screaming rather than crying in the typical baby way, and seemed to demand a bit more attention than what we thought was normal for babies her age.  But this post is not about Natalia! Imagine my surprise when, as I started reading the book, it quickly became apparent that her mother – me! – is spirited! 

Some of you may know that I have taken an interest in the way temperaments and personality traits and preferences affect people’s relationships and experiences.  Thus far, I’ve delved into the four temperaments – choleric, melancholic (me), sanguine (Oscar), and phlegmatic – which have been hugely eye-opening for me. (See this book for a Catholic discussion of the temperaments.) Also, from our Marriage Encounter weekend, we learned about personality styles that underlie a person’s motivations – Thinker (me), Organizer, Helper, and Catalyst (Oscar).  This proved to be a huge help in our relationship.  And then there’s the now classic love languages, which are really useful in helping any two people – romantic couple or not – to better understand each other and appreciate each others' differences. (Mine is words of appreciation; Oscar's is acts of service.)

And now I have another layer to add to my repertoire of personality-in-relationships.  Reading Kurcinka’s book helped me to better accept myself, realizing that my “quirks” are actually a reflection of a whole outlook on life.  They’re not something I do on purpose to make my life – or the lives of others – more difficult.  It’s just that my way doesn’t jive smoothly with what society at large has come to accept as the norm.  What a relief!

So, what are these features of the spirited child or adult?  I’m glad you asked!

  1. Intensity.  In some children, intensity comes across as loud tantrums.  In others, it may come across as a resistance to, well, anything.  I fall into the second category, that of the introverted spirited individual.
  2. Persistence.  Traditionally, the negative term “stubborn” may have been applied instead.  It all depends on whether or not the goal that the spirited child has “locked into” is considered positive or negative. 
  3. Sensitivity.  This refers to both emotions and physical sensations.  This trait causes the spirited child to become overwhelmed quite easily.
  4. Perceptiveness.  The ability to notice things others don’t give a second glance can be seen as an asset, or it can be viewed as distractibility.
  5. Adaptability.  In that spirited kids don’t adapt well to anything new. It takes them more time than most would assume to be the norm.

In addition, there are a few traits that some – but not all – spirited kids exhibit as well.

  1. Regularity.  Some spirited kids do not have regular bodily rhythms.  They don’t get tired or hungry at the same, expected times.  For babies, this can be seen in an unreliable sleep and nap pattern, not fitting into the expected schedule of elimination, and eating seemingly at random times.  Good luck getting the spirited baby on a dependable schedule.  Routines just don't work with this set!
  2. Energy.  Some spirited kids just can’t seem to ever use up all of their energy.  I know that when I think of spirited kids, whatever other characteristic is being played out, I always picture oodles of energy flowing out of the child in every direction, good or bad.
  3. Negative First Reaction.  Some spirited kids have a standard first reaction to any new idea or situation, and that reaction is “no”.  I was amazed to read about this phenomenon, as it describes me to a T.
The more I read the book, the more of myself I saw in the descriptions.  I wish I – or my parents – had known about this when I was growing up.  Perhaps I could’ve been guided to better hone these traits, focusing on more productive expressions instead of what I’ve had to deal with all of my life.

(A quick note on the essential difference between extroverts and introverts; basically, it's a matter of how an individual recharges and where they get their energy.  Extroverts do so from "outside" their body, ie. by interacting with others.  Introverts do so from within, ie. by spending time alone.)

Introverted Intensity.
As an introvert, it’s been easy for me to fall right into a lifelong category of “shy”.  I consider it a curse and a hindrance to fully enjoying life.  It is not something one can just shake off, mind you.  For someone who doesn’t have these personality traits, it’s nearly impossible to appreciate that others experience the world differently without some serious time and effort.  As an introvert, my intensity didn’t seem to cause my parents much grief when I was growing up.  Instead, it caused me to be seen as a “little adult”.  I was always serious, pensive, observant.  I focused intently, but only on whatever caught my attention. 

It is this intensity that prevents me from being able to multi-task very effectively.  I have to know that I have ample time to complete a project before I even begin.  When Natalia is taking a cat-nap, I cannot simply use this time to “relax”, because by the time I get to the point of proper relaxation, her nap is over.

Persistence.
My persistent streak recently made an appearance when Natalia and I struggled to establish a breastfeeding relationship.  I couldn’t answer why I insisted on trying just one more thing before giving up on nursing her.  Now I know.  It just wasn’t in me to quit.  It was this same persistence that made it so difficult for me to finally withdraw from my PhD program at Georgetown.  I knew it was no longer working for me, but it was against my character to just give up.

Sensitivity.
Everyone who knows me knows that I am sensitive.  Many would actually say that I’m “too” sensitive.  Thanks to learning that I am spirited, I see that there’s no such thing as “too sensitive”, just that my sensitivity needs to be better focused.  I’ve been told that I have “the gift of tears”, meaning that I cry easily.  (How this is a gift is a post of it’s own.)  But it’s not just emotional sensitivity that I’ve been gifted with.  I suspect that I have what is known as misophonia, or selective sound sensitivity syndrome.  Sounds that others may not even notice can drive me absolutely to the point of insanity.  In the past, these sounds have included a neighbor’s bass thumping through the walls, Hunter’s whining, and – sigh – Oscar’s snoring.  But I also often pick up on smells others don’t notice.  Smoke, for instance.  On countless occasions I’ve been told that I’m “imagining things” because I smelled smoke when others didn’t.  I also have a sensitive palate – what others call “bland” food is just right for me, as I can discern the various tastes in the food when others require spices to help bring those flavors out.

Perceptiveness.
This has been a hassle for me at times.  I can’t help but notice typographical errors or other linguistic faux-pas.  It bothers me when I hear songs where verb tenses don’t match each other.  Perceptiveness is what got me interested in sexist language, because once I noticed its existence, I couldn’t easily go back to ignoring it’s presence in everything I read.  But it’s also what’s allowed me to proof-read and edit writing, and it’s helped me teach adults English. 

Adaptability and Negative First Response.
Ah, the crux of my shyness.  I am very slow to warm up to new people or new situations.  Couple this with the bonus trait of a negative first response, and you’ve got a regular party pooper!  No matter what the idea, regardless if it’s actually good, and without any attention paid to whom it’s coming from, when presented with something – anything – for the first time, my gut reaction is a resounding “no!”  I don’t like to try new things, even in light of looking back at examples of when I have eventually tried something new and came to love it.  That observation does not transfer onto subsequent new experiences.  I’m slow to make new friends, and this has compounded my shyness. 

In groups, it takes me a long time to take in what everyone else is saying before I’m ready to contribute. Unfortunately, due to typical group dynamics, this usually means that I end up not contributing anything at all.  Knowing what I know from my linguistic background, if my fellow group members come from a fast-paced dialect (such as stereotypical New Yorker), I don’t stand a chance.  I’ve had to try to force myself to interrupt others in order to get a word in edge-wise.  It’s very uncomfortable, as I see this as rude, but it’s the only way I can be heard in some settings.  More times than not, I simply opt out of being heard altogether.  :(

So if you’ve read this far, then you’ve hopefully gained some insight into my personality and why I react the way that I do.  If you’ve realized that you or your child are spirited, all the better!

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Crunchy Mama

So I have long thought that I might've enjoyed growing up in the hippie era.  For whatever reason, I had only positive associations with this label.  Long hair, relaxed clothes, laid-back lifestyle, music.... perhaps it's a reflection of what I wish I were a bit more like, because if you know me, you know that "laid back" is hardly the first descriptor most people would use to describe me!

Fast forward to when I became a mom.  I had already researched nearly every conceivable aspect of parenting ahead of time, found the approaches that I liked, and once Natalia was born, I was ready to start implementing them.  With time, I noticed that there is a term associated with moms who make similar choices to mine: crunchy.  Or granola.  Or.... wait for it - Hippie!  Lo and behold, my dream came true (wink wink); apparently I'm a neo-Hippie!  :)

But as I mentioned at the start of this blog, I do not necessarily ascribe to any one single set of choices when it comes to raising my daughter.  The same applies when it comes to this new label that I found for myself.  (Can you tell that I like labels?  Labels help me compartmentalize my world, which makes it easier to interact with people and ideas that surround me.)

So when I found a list of "signs" indicating that one may be a crunchy mama, I am happy to report that in the spirit of Hodgepodge Parenting, I do not fall neatly within the lines of all the examples given.  Granted, this article I link to here is written a bit tongue-in-cheek (I hope!), but of the 20 "signs" given, our family only fits the bill for less than half of them:

4. You and your husband haven't slept alone in your bed since your first child was born.  This is not fair, because we only just started down the road of parenting, and our only child is still young.

6. You use terms like EBF and assume everyone knows what you mean.  I think this is indicative of time spend on online forums.  At least it is for me.  (By the way, EBF = exclusive breastfeeding.)

11. You not only use cloth diapers, you make them (and wash them) yourself.  Ok, so I don't make my own cloth diapers, but I do wash them myself.  And I do make my own "baby wipes".

12. The only school for your kids is homeschool.  Yep, soon enough.

14. You drive a Prius. Indeed.

15. You have a composter, and you use it.  Sigh.  We did compost before we sold our house.  Now I'm debating if we want to get an apartment-friendly composter (it involves worms!), or wait until we have a little plot of land of our own again to start composting again. 


18. You believe coconut oil and breast milk can cure pretty much anything.  Ok, so I haven't tried the coconut oil, but I have tried the breast milk on the little scratches Natalia sports now and again on her beautiful little face.  Works like magic :)

19. You use a menstrual cup. Proudly.  I haven't had to spend a dime on feminine hygiene products in years.
  • You have complimented a complete stranger for nursing in public.
  • You have given birth at home, intentionally.
  • You have tried elimination communication with your baby.
  • You charted your BBT and cervical mucus while trying to conceive.
  • You own and use a composter.
  • You make your own laundry detergent and use wool dryer balls.
  • You know at least 3 ways to boost breastmilk supply.
  • Your friends call you when looking for natural remedies.
  • You own 2 or more baby wearing devices and know the difference between a wrap, a sling, and a mei tai.
  • You have a medicine cabinet without medicine in it.
  • You are an intactivist and you don’t have a son.
  • You have gone no poo.
  • Your children are on a delayed, selective, or nonexistent vaccination schedule.
  • You drink green smoothies or juice your vegetables.
  • You use cloth diapers and wipes. Bonus points if you made them yourself.
  • You have watched “The Business of Being Born.”
  • You think a chicken coop would be an awesome backyard addition.
  • You make your own granola.
  • - See more at: http://www.crunchymoms.com/you-might-be-a-crunchy-mom-if/#sthash.8vBZiOiG.dpuf
    You Might be a Crunchy Mom if…
    1. You make everything from bug spray to cleaning supplies.
    2. You have 1 or more children sleeping in your bed/bedroom.
    3. You use a cup or Mama Cloth during your menstrual cycle.
    4. You consumed your placenta.
    5. You have thrown or been invited to a chicken pox party.
    6. You swear breast milk and coconut oil can cure anything.
    7. You plan to homeschool or unschool.
    8. Your going out shirts must be nursing friendly.
    9. You dream of visiting “The Farm”.
    10. You can pronounce quinoa, tempeh and seitan.
    11. You use Family Cloth instead of toilet paper.
    12. You drink kefir and kombucha.
    13. You buy white distilled vinegar by the gallon.
    14. You kids aren’t the only family members that wear Baltic amber.
    15. You have shared breastfeeding pics on Facebook.
    16. You have breastfed a child that could ask for milk in a full sentence.
    17. You cringe when you see a “crotch dangler” baby carrier.
    18. You are fermenting food on your counter top right now.
    19. You keep your kids in extended rear facing car seats until they meet weight restrictions.
    20. You have dreamed about starting or living in a commune.
    21. You have complimented a complete stranger for nursing in public.
    22. You have given birth at home, intentionally.
    23. You have tried elimination communication with your baby.
    24. You charted your BBT and cervical mucus while trying to conceive.
    25. You own and use a composter.
    26. You make your own laundry detergent and use wool dryer balls.
    27. You know at least 3 ways to boost breastmilk supply.
    28. Your friends call you when looking for natural remedies.
    29. You own 2 or more baby wearing devices and know the difference between a wrap, a sling, and a mei tai.
    30. You have a medicine cabinet without medicine in it.
    31. You are an intactivist and you don’t have a son.
    32. You have gone no poo.
    33. Your children are on a delayed, selective, or nonexistent vaccination schedule.
    34. You drink green smoothies or juice your vegetables.
    35. You use cloth diapers and wipes. Bonus points if you made them yourself.
    36. You have watched “The Business of Being Born.”
    37. You think a chicken coop would be an awesome backyard addition.
    38. You make your own granola.
    - See more at: http://www.crunchymoms.com/you-might-be-a-crunchy-mom-if/#sthash.8vBZiOiG.dpuf

    Here's another great list, and here are some additional indicators that I may be crunchy:

    8. Your going-out shirts must be nursing friendly.
    10. You can pronounce quinoa, tempeh, and seitan.
    12. You drink kefir.
    14.  You wear Baltic amber. (this is dumb, I think.  I wouldn't put a necklace on a child so young s/he could choke on it - but being Polish, I have my own Baltic amber jewelry, and don't see what all the fuss is about)
    19. You keep your kids in extended rear-facing car seats until they meet weight restrictions.  (Isn't this a safety issue?)
    20. You have dreamed about starting or living on a commune.
    22. You have given birth at home, intentionally.
    23. You have tried elimination communication with your baby.
    24. You charted your BBT (basal body temperature) and cervical mucus when trying to conceive a baby.  (This is also an indication that you may be Catholic and following NFP - Natural Family Planning.)
    25. You own(ed) and use(d) a composter.
    27. You know at least three ways to boost breast milk supply. (Malunggay supplements, daily consumption of oatmeal, frequent nursing/pumping, domperidone... I've had to use the first three and luckily it didn't come to having to get the domperidone.)
    29. You own two or more baby wearing devices and know the difference between a wrap, a sling, and a mei-tei.
    31. You are an intactivist and you don't have a son.  ("Intactivism" refers to letting a boy's foreskin remain intact.  In other words, I don't support circumcision and am happy to say so when needed.)
    35. You use cloth diapers and wipes.
    36. You have watched "The Business of Being Born."  (And I think every woman should.)
    ou can pronounce quinoa, tempeh and seitan

    You Might be a Crunchy Mom if…
    1. You make everything from bug spray to cleaning supplies.
    2. You have 1 or more children sleeping in your bed/bedroom.
    3. You use a cup or Mama Cloth during your menstrual cycle.
    4. You consumed your placenta.
    5. You have thrown or been invited to a chicken pox party.
    6. You swear breast milk and coconut oil can cure anything.
    7. You plan to homeschool or unschool.
    8. Your going out shirts must be nursing friendly.
    9. You dream of visiting “The Farm”.
    10. You can pronounce quinoa, tempeh and seitan.
    11. You use Family Cloth instead of toilet paper.
    12. You drink kefir and kombucha.
    13. You buy white distilled vinegar by the gallon.
    14. You kids aren’t the only family members that wear Baltic amber.
    15. You have shared breastfeeding pics on Facebook.
    16. You have breastfed a child that could ask for milk in a full sentence.
    17. You cringe when you see a “crotch dangler” baby carrier.
    18. You are fermenting food on your counter top right now.
    19. You keep your kids in extended rear facing car seats until they meet weight restrictions.
    20. You have dreamed about starting or living in a commune.
    21. You have complimented a complete stranger for nursing in public.
    22. You have given birth at home, intentionally.
    23. You have tried elimination communication with your baby.
    24. You charted your BBT and cervical mucus while trying to conceive.
    25. You own and use a composter.
    26. You make your own laundry detergent and use wool dryer balls.
    27. You know at least 3 ways to boost breastmilk supply.
    28. Your friends call you when looking for natural remedies.
    29. You own 2 or more baby wearing devices and know the difference between a wrap, a sling, and a mei tai.
    30. You have a medicine cabinet without medicine in it.
    31. You are an intactivist and you don’t have a son.
    32. You have gone no poo.
    33. Your children are on a delayed, selective, or nonexistent vaccination schedule.
    34. You drink green smoothies or juice your vegetables.
    35. You use cloth diapers and wipes. Bonus points if you made them yourself.
    36. You have watched “The Business of Being Born.”
    37. You think a chicken coop would be an awesome backyard addition.
    38. You make your own granola.
    - See more at: http://www.crunchymoms.com/you-might-be-a-crunchy-mom-if/#sthash.8vBZiOiG.dpuf
    You Might be a Crunchy Mom if…
    1. You make everything from bug spray to cleaning supplies.
    2. You have 1 or more children sleeping in your bed/bedroom.
    3. You use a cup or Mama Cloth during your menstrual cycle.
    4. You consumed your placenta.
    5. You have thrown or been invited to a chicken pox party.
    6. You swear breast milk and coconut oil can cure anything.
    7. You plan to homeschool or unschool.
    8. Your going out shirts must be nursing friendly.
    9. You dream of visiting “The Farm”.
    10. You can pronounce quinoa, tempeh and seitan.
    11. You use Family Cloth instead of toilet paper.
    12. You drink kefir and kombucha.
    13. You buy white distilled vinegar by the gallon.
    14. You kids aren’t the only family members that wear Baltic amber.
    15. You have shared breastfeeding pics on Facebook.
    16. You have breastfed a child that could ask for milk in a full sentence.
    17. You cringe when you see a “crotch dangler” baby carrier.
    18. You are fermenting food on your counter top right now.
    19. You keep your kids in extended rear facing car seats until they meet weight restrictions.
    20. You have dreamed about starting or living in a commune.
    21. You have complimented a complete stranger for nursing in public.
    22. You have given birth at home, intentionally.
    23. You have tried elimination communication with your baby.
    24. You charted your BBT and cervical mucus while trying to conceive.
    25. You own and use a composter.
    26. You make your own laundry detergent and use wool dryer balls.
    27. You know at least 3 ways to boost breastmilk supply.
    28. Your friends call you when looking for natural remedies.
    29. You own 2 or more baby wearing devices and know the difference between a wrap, a sling, and a mei tai.
    30. You have a medicine cabinet without medicine in it.
    31. You are an intactivist and you don’t have a son.
    32. You have gone no poo.
    33. Your children are on a delayed, selective, or nonexistent vaccination schedule.
    34. You drink green smoothies or juice your vegetables.
    35. You use cloth diapers and wipes. Bonus points if you made them yourself.
    36. You have watched “The Business of Being Born.”
    37. You think a chicken coop would be an awesome backyard addition.
    38. You make your own granola.
    - See more at: http://www.crunchymoms.com/you-might-be-a-crunchy-mom-if/#sthash.8vBZiOiG.dpuf
    Interested in finding out if you may be a crunchy mama?  Here's a fun quiz to take. Though it certainly isn't all-inclusive.

    So, read anything here that surprised you?

    Saturday, April 5, 2014

    Breastfeeding Drama (3 of 3)

    Start with Part 1. Or, go to Part 2.


    It has now been roughly 10 weeks, and I am finally reaping the glorious benefits of exclusive breastfeeding.  There was a period of adjustment where I weighed Natalia on a rented baby scale before and after each feeding to gauge how much she was taking in.  With a little time, I was reassured that Natalia was more efficient at expressing my milk than event he hospital-grade pump I had rented, and that indeed I was producing enough milk to meet her needs.  With this reassurance, I was able to wean her off of formula and bottles.  At her recent 4 month visit to her pediatrician, it was confirmed that she is growing steadily and there is officially no reason to worry that I need to be supplementing her feedings. I’ve suspected as much for almost 2 months, but it’s official now :).

    I nurse Natalia “on cue”, meaning that if she’s hungry, I feed her.  I do not try to artificially impose a feeding schedule on her.  We do keep track of her feedings, so we have an idea of how long she usually goes between feedings, but she’s the expert on her own hunger cues.  Once Natalia was 3 months old, I felt comfortable having her sleep with me in the big bed.  Oh, what bliss!  Not only do I not have to be separated from her for the night, but breastfeeding is a cinch.  She goes about 4 hours without waking up at night.  When she gets hungry and/or feels the urge to pee, she starts wiggling around.  This gently rouses me, and I change her diaper (if needed – lately they’ve been dry!), hold her over her little potty to pee, nurse her, and we go back to sleep. 

    On nights when for some reason she is up more frequently and doesn’t need a diaper change, just a snack, I am able to simply bring her closer to me and nurse without much ado.  Perhaps she wakes up frequently during the night, but upon seeing or feeling that I’m right there, she drifts right back to sleep.  I don’t know.  I’m sleeping.  That’s the beauty of it!  I remember having to wake up and dash across the hallway multiple times each night when our former foster daughter, VV, would wake up, often not needing anything other than a reassuring pat or cuddle.  No such drama here!

    I wouldn’t be able to enjoy my nights this much if we were still bottle feeding.  I don’t even express breastmilk regularly anymore.  Maybe once a week or so, just to have some on hand, frozen for later if I’m ever away from her for too long.

    And so there you have it – the long story of the difficult road we traveled to a happy breastfeeding relationship.  But I have not forgotten the rollercoaster of emotions I went through trying to nourish my baby.  I appreciate the difficulties other women may have with their babies, and I do not judge anyone who simply cannot breastfeed.  I’ve been successful for two main reasons:  I’m able to stay home with Natalia and Oscar was able to take 6 weeks of paternity leave during which time he could help me to a degree that wouldn’t have been possible had he been working.  Most women do not have the same luxuries as I did. 

    So while greatly appreciative of my own resolved breastfeeding issues, I leave you with my counter arguments to the most common reasons given that often lay a guilt trip on women to breastfeed:

    1. it's free  (it hasn't been, it's cost me over $500 in medical bills (copays for breast surgeon and antibiotics), lactation consultant fees, nipple cream, nipple shield, nipple shells, supplements for yeast, breast pump, rental of baby scale and breast pump, and one nursing bra and one nursing tank)

    2. it's easy/convenient (it hasn't been, it's been first and foremost painful, damaged my nipple, then my breast from the abscess, not to mention the frustration of it all)

    3. it's environmentally friendly (this it is, unless you need the help of pumps and bottles and various other gadgets, like I've perused.  Then, is it really any different than formula feeding?)

    4. it helps you bond (it didn't in the beginning, when I would nurse in tears, dreading the next feeding.  I distinctly remember when I broke down to supplement with formula in a bottle the night after a nipple piece went missing and mastisis set in, that I said to Oscar  that I don't want to miss enjoying my daughter because I'm so fixated on trying to breastfeed). 

    5. immunities/antibodies - this is probably the only one I can't argue with.

    For anyone who is struggling or has struggled to breastfeed, if you ever feel guilty about it – don’t! A lesson I had to learn was that while the pro-exclusive breastfeeding folks would have me believe that I am – and ought to be – the center of my baby’s universe if I know what’s good for her, I in fact believe that God has used our struggles to humble me instead.  I had to share my daughter with formula, bottles, and pacifiers, because pain prevented me from being able to fulfill all of her suckling needs on my own.  And this helps me to remember that Natalia is a child of God first and foremost, and I have merely been tasked with the responsibility and privilege of raising her.

    Breastfeeding Drama (2 of 3)


    Start with Part 1.

    The next day, I found my damaged breast to be severely engorged, leaving me with a fever, chills, and later night sweats.  I proceeded to nurse my baby on the one good breast during the day, leaving the night feedings to my husband.  The following day, I began to wear cabbage leaves in my bra to soothe the heat and pain that I felt in my damaged breast, and tried to express milk with my manual pump.  I was convinced that between that and the rest I was getting, everything would just fix itself.  It wasn’t until four days after the damage first occurred that I finally called my midwives.  I was no longer just dealing with painful engorgement; I had a breast infection.

    That whole day was spent trying to follow the midwife’s instructions for how to best begin the healing process.  After trying to no avail to find a medical supply store in our area that (a) sold electric breast pumps and (b) would bill our insurance, Oscar drove around town picking up my antibiotics and nipple ointment.  As it finally turned out (thanks to the insight offered by whoever answered the phone at the lactation office I called), the idea that we could purchase a breast pump and have it go through our insurance was a rouse.  In fact, we had to order through our insurance and wait for it to ship.  Well, I needed the pump that same day.  And so we paid for an electric pump out of pocket and I began pumping more efficiently.

    However, over the weekend, I noticed one stubborn area of my breast where the redness and bumpiness was not going away.  Convinced that it was a blocked duct that wouldn’t go away (I tried warm compresses, massage, even putting an electric toothbrush to the area), I called my midwife back and asked about a solution I had read in The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding – an ultrasound that could break down the old milk proteins in the ducts and get the milk flowing again.  Since my two week postpartum visit was a few days away, the midwife preferred to wait until then before sending me in for an ultrasound which she wasn’t convinced would work. 

    The night before my appointment, as I was flipping through The Womanly Art for the umpteenth time, I came across a small section about an “uncommon” problem called a breast abscess.  I had Oscar read it to see if he thought – as I did – that perhaps I didn’t have a stubborn blocked duct; perhaps I had a breast abscess.  We both agreed that it was a possibility, and it was confirmed the next day.  My midwife scheduled an ultrasound to confirm her diagnosis for the following day.  From the ultrasound, I was sent directly to a breast surgeon who could drain the abscesses (turns out there were three!) that same day.

    Over the weekend, there was noted improvement, though a lump remained, albeit somewhat smaller and less discolored.  At my follow up visit, I had the remaining abscess drained again, this time via an incision that would be left open to allow for ongoing drainage.  (It’s as creepy as it sounds.)  I also found out that the abscesses were resistant to the antibiotic I was on was.  However, my options of an alternative were a bit limited.  I’m allergic to penicillin, and I needed something that was safe for continuing to breastfeed. This left three options, all IV-based.  And so I ended up with an antibiotic that wasn’t quite as effective but still better than what I had been on up until that point, with the instructions to pump and dump my milk for the first few hours after taking each daily dose.

    However, since the week I had already been on a supposedly breastfeeding-safe antibiotic caused Natalia to have pure liquid poop (I’m not talking runny the way you’d expect on breastmilk, but basically what looked like brown pee), Oscar and I agreed that it was best to eliminate it from her diet until I was no longer on an antibiotic.

    After going through all the pain and tears of the early weeks of trying to breastfeed, I thought that if I could just get to a point where it doesn't HURT for Natalia to latch on, I'd be putting her on the boob all the time.  I actually said that to my lactation consultant, Angela, whom I finally visited when Natalia was 2 months old. I was told her low palate and lip tie were contributing to a shallow latch.  Angela showed me some positioning adjustments, and recommended OTC supplements to help clear out the suspected yeast infection caused by 3 weeks on antibiotics that my midwives all but poo-pooed.  The next day, I kid you not, I started nursing Natalia more and more, without pain.

    Go to Part 3.

    Breastfeeding Drama (part 1 of 3)



    One of the main reasons I chose to have a natural home birth was to maximize a solid start to a successful breastfeeding relationship with my baby.  Everything I read about the multitude of interventions that are common in hospital births seemed to point to the beginning of the end of breastfeeding for mothers and babies who were “drugged” during birth.  And since I didn’t trust myself to turn down interventions in a time as vulnerable as labor, I opted for a homebirth instead.
      
    But as Albert Einstein once said, “information is not knowledge.” Did I seriously stake my entire birth and early postpartum experience on mere potentiality?  There is a chance of an unnecessary cesarean section at a hospital birth.  Hospital births are more likely to result in prolonged or even stalled labor. Mothers and babies who experience unmedicated birth tend to go on to have strong, successful breastfeeding relationships.  The epidural may lead to other, unwanted interventions.  None of these are universals or guarantees, yet they’re the pearls of wisdom I read about which convinced me to have a natural homebirth.

    When I finally held Natalia in my arms for the first time, I did not think any of the crunchy poetics I had read about from other natural birth moms.  I did not think for one second that it was worth it, or that I’d do it all again if I had to.  It was over; that’s all that mattered.  Now my daughter was here, and I just remember thinking how tiny she was.  There was a definite disconnect between her presence and the manner of her arrival.  Other than giving me bragging rights, I did not feel particularly empowered by the natural birth.  And as I’d learn over the following days and weeks, the experience did not naturally (pun intended) lead to establishing a smooth breastfeeding relationship, either.

    As it would turn out, while my little girl’s being small (5 pounds, 10 ounces) may have been beneficially for me during birth, it would prove a stumbling block to establishing a good latch.  Her mouth just seemed to be too small to take in the appropriate amount of the areola, nibbling instead on the nipple itself.  Furthermore, having come a couple of weeks earlier than expected, she fell into a category no one mentioned before – near-term baby.  As such, her rooting motions were quite jerky, and her sucking not very well coordinated.  Add to that a mom traumatized by early nipple damage (yes, even without teeth, my little crocodile managed to munch a piece of my nipple right off!).  The result: an inability to boldly and quickly maximize the few nanoseconds baby’s mouth stays open before attempting to suckle, and painfully sore nipples are bound to happen. 

    Although everyone not directly involved with La Leche League claimed that a painful beginning (days? weeks? months?) was part of the deal, I had a hard time believing that my threshold for pain was that much lower than all of these other moms’. The nipple damage traumatized me quite a bit. It was the last straw on a heap of a week’s worth of painful nursing sessions.  Contrary to what I knew had to happen once I began lactating, I was so afraid of anything coming anywhere near my damaged breast that I neither nursed nor expressed any milk from it for 12 hours.  When the scab came off in the bath, I was able to attempt to express milk using the manual pump I had “just in case”. But because my milk had just started coming in the day before, I spent two hours in all sorts of crazy positions, trying to maximize the amount I got with the help of gravity, yielding just enough for one feeding – by miniature bulb syringe – before realizing that I simply could not keep up with my little one’s needs.

    Utterly disappointed in myself for my inability to nourish my child the way nature intended, I had to succumb to allowing formula into the picture.  We had received some formula samples in the mail which I had gathered to donate, since formula did not fit into the ideal I was trying to establish in my early days of parenting.  But now I was so thankful that there was a way I could feed my baby, even if it was no thanks to me.  Oscar, bless his heart, offered to take the entire night shift (since this became a possibility with the introduction of formula into the picture) so that I could sleep and thereby try to recuperate a bit from the day’s drama.

    Go to Part 2.

    Natalia's March (3 Months Old)

    Cuddly sleeper.
    Daddy's ballerina.
    At Uno's.


    Hugging a penguin.

    Grumpy.

    First Ash Wednesday.  (See the ashes on her forehead?)
    Getting out of her bath.

    In baby robe and slippers!

    In her blue stroller on our balcony.
    On our balcony.

    A stroll with Daddy.

    In her activity center.
    Chew toy!


    Diaper photo shoot!

    Pink tummy time.

    "Look how strong I am!"

    Blast from the past!  Here we all are with VV on her 5th birthday.

    Red Photo Shoot

    Looking at Daddy.

    Group hug.
    That's our baby!