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Made it to 6 months of breastfeeding

I made it.

Its taken a lot of time, sleep-deprived nights, some tears, a few galactagogue experiments and time in a window-less closet of a room at work, but I made it to my goal. Michael hit the six-month mark on July 1, which means I hit the six-month mark for breastfeeding, which was the minimum goal I had. It was not easy going at times, especially after returning to work, but now it feels a little more like smooth sailing. Except for the sleep-deprived nights.

Shall I share my challenges? I shall. That’s what this blog is for, after all.

However, I have to preface my sharing with the fact that I had a bit of an advantage over other moms in the race to breastfeed Michael when he was newly born. Michael was born small, 3 pounds 7 ounces, and had been affected by the medication I was given to keep me from having seizures. For at least the first week, Michael was fed through a tube — first formula, then milk I pumped when I was released from the hospital. The second week, the nurses encouraged me to begin practicing with Michael as he began to gain weight and nipple (the combination of sucking, breathing and swallowing). First, it was non-nutrative nursing (I’d just pumped, so Michael could practice latching on), then a few sessions of actual nursing.

So, on to the challenges.

Lack of sleep: This is the issue I continue to deal with. The lack of sleep is killer the first month, but it gets better as you approach three months. But my husband and I are playing with the idea of giving Michael formula, if just to get him to sleep longer than nine hours a night. Nine hours sounds like a lot, but when the baby’s waking up at 4:30 or 5 a.m. when mom’s alarm goes off at 6:30 a.m. — it sucks. Besides, I know he needs a lot of sleep, so the trick is trying to fill his tummy enough so that he’ll sleep until 6:30 a.m….

Lack of education: My husband and I were scheduled to attend a feeding class at the hospital I delivered at about a week after Michael was born. In fact, I think I canceled our spot in the class as I was discharged. Big mistake. In the early months, Michael would fall asleep as he nursed from one side, and I thought that was OK. What I didn’t know is that I should have offered him the other side, to keep the flow going. Later, it became difficult to maintain a supply in my freezer because I wasn’t pumping enough from both sides.

Stress from going back to work: This was the most frustrating of my challenges. I’m the first among my immediate coworkers to have a baby, so even though I work with mostly women, I got some weird looks and questions like, “So, how many times a day do you have to do this?” one of the first days I was back at work. One coworker — a gay man — got a bit freaked out when I put down my water bottle on his desk, initially thinking it was breastmilk. We all tend to eat our meals at our desks and not take breaks (Internet work, what can you do), so I felt like I was being looked at weirdly for having to disappear for about 20 minutes, three times a day.

The initial stress and frustration, plus my reverting back to pre-pregnancy habits like drinking full-caffeinated coffee in the morning and then drinking a Coke at lunch (which I adopted while I was pregnant), all led to me producing less milk for a few weeks.

So what did I do? Well, as for the weird looks and attitudes, I had to develop a thick skin and just not care about it. I gravitated toward the other moms at my workplace, even though I don’t work as closely with them.

As for the low milk production, I think that ended up stressing me out more, leading to a few tearful conversation with my husband, who exacerbated the situation by saying, “you can supplement with formula, too.” It was frustrating, because I wanted him to support me in reaching my minimum goal of six months. I tried galactagogues — first, Mother’s Milk tea, then More Milk Plus capsules. The Mother’s Milk tea helped, I think, partly because I was ingesting more water. But I’m not a tea drinker, so I had to readjust.

So I did a combination of things. I’d been sending Michael to daycare with three bottles a day, and one full bottle always made its way home, prompting me to use it before bedtime. So I began sending him with two bottles, lessening the pressure on me to produce more milk, and also allowing me to nurse Michael before bedtime and all the time we were home. There were a few weekends I nursed Michael exclusively. And, I had to remember to guzzle water. Maybe the water intake doesn’t necessarily increase milk production, but it does prevent me from drinking caffeine, which is dehydrating. And I switched to decaf coffee, although we recently mixed regular beans with a whole lot of decaf beans.

There was only one day in the first six months where his daycare lady had to give him formula, and it happened to be a day where I’d been unable to nurse him before we went to work/daycare, so his feeding timing was off.

So now what? I’m willing to try to go for the full year, but my husband says he thinks Michael should be weaned as soon as he starts walking — he doesn’t want a real life version of the “Grownups” trailer, where the preschooler walks up to his mom and nurses as she’s talking to friends. LOL.

What I’m wondering is — do some moms wean from the breast, but continue to pump breastmilk to give to their babies in a bottle? That’s something I’d be willing to do, although it would create more bottles for me — ugh. I guess I have time to decide though. On an average day, lately, I’m producing a good 12 ounces from three pumping sessions (which is a good thing, since Michael’s bottles are up to 6 ounces each now) and I’ve got a good supply of breast milk in the freezer.

So how does it feel to be mommy?

I keep getting this question. My answer…

I really don’t feel like mommy. I feel more like an extended baby-sitter right now, since he’s so fun and cuddly and I don’t have to discipline him or anything. That’s probably when I’ll feel like mommy.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Found this poem in today’s Jen’s List newsletter.

Before I was a Mom
I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn’t worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom
I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn’t want to put him down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn’t stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom –
I didn’t know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn’t know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn’t know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn’t know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom –
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache,
the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn’t know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.

Stuff that’s fallen by the wayside

What was I thinking, being so busy before having a baby? Criminy. At least things have gotten a little more normal. Michael is now four months old (and weighing in at 11 pounds, 4 ounces — not quite on the charts, but nearly there!), so we’re sleep training. So to speak. Basically, I put him to bed between 7:30 and 8 p.m. every night. Some nights, like last night after his bath, he goes right to sleep and doesn’t wake up at all for a good five, six hour stretch. Night before last, though, he fought sleep tooth and nail and didn’t actually go down until at least 9:45.

At any rate, at this stage, having a couple “free” hours from 8 to about 10 p.m. on the weekdays (after washing baby bottles and cooking and eating dinner) I’m finally getting back to stuff that have frankly gone undone since I’ve gone back to work.

So what’s fallen by the wayside? Oh, mommies, you know.

  • Maybe not all mommies have this issue, but I’ve been a very inconsistent blogger. What was I thinking, starting a mommy blog, my third? As a result, I feel guilty that I haven’t been able to blog the way I am used to doing. But, I’m finally getting back to it. Last Friday, I finally posted to my wedding decorations blog. Today, I’m posting here! Hopefully, I’ll get back to my first blog sometime later this week. Progress! (Speaking of, I don’t know how those prolific mommy bloggers do it. Maybe its just because I’m such a new mommy.)
  • My personal grooming has gone out the window. I’m hoping the thick eyebrow look will come back, because I haven’t been able to get to my eyebrows the way I used to. My cuticles are ragged and trimmed just enough so I don’t get hangnails and I just chop my nails off to simplify my life. My feet are still recovering from the months I couldn’t get to them in my third trimester, then C-section recovery. Fortunately, my husband doesn’t care about all that, so mostly I worry about looking presentable at work.
  • I used to be a neatnik, but who’s got time to clean when you’ve got an infant? Cleaning is now done piecemeal. Dishes and laundry are still done regularly, but only because we’ve got a dishwasher. Oh, and laundry may be clean, but I’ve got two piles of clothes upstairs that need to be folded. I did finally get a chance to clean our upstairs bathroom — which was filthy — but the bathroom downstairs and the floors are still in dire need. And I still need to wash our comforter.

At least I’m getting more, dependable sleep now, with Michael snoozing in longer stretches. I do kind of wish that he wasn’t so sleepy after going to daycare so I could play with him a little longer, but I suppose there’s time for that later.

Back at the second job

Funny how what you believed was your career takes an immediate backseat when you have a baby.

I actually went back to work last Thursday (I’d read somewhere that if you can’t return to work part-time after maternity leave, at least make your first week back a short one). The first couple of days were a little….how can I describe it? Maybe guilt-ridden? That’s not exactly correct. I naturally felt a little anguished leaving him at daycare, and when I got to work, my Flickr photostream stayed open in one of my Firefox tabs, along with my YouTube videos of him. By the way, those online sharing sites have been way more of a boon to me than to anyone else, I think — par for the course for all my online stuff. Michael’s first day at daycare, I was so happy to pick him up and take him home. But I guess he was so stimulated from the new environment and the new people to look at, he went to bed right away, even though I had been hoping to hang out with him a little longer.

The weekdays are not so terrible. My boss was accommodating enough to give me a 9-5 schedule so that I could get out of work in time to pick up Michael from daycare, so I’ve been getting home right around 6 p.m. — even last Friday! (Although, it was Good Friday, so there were a lot of people on vacation.) Although I can’t shake the feeling that I am not getting enough time to spend with Michael, that’s not something I can do anything about right now.

Weekends are the pickle. Since I’ve been at my current job, I have worked at least one weekend day, which has been Saturday night for the past five years. (Good God, I’ve been at this job five years in September!) While I was pregnant, it was agreed upon that Michael would go with his godmother on Saturday nights, so I could continue to work that shift (I’m the only one among my coworkers willing to work the shift, so now I’m the only one who can). But Saturday was a mess — we left the house late, I couldn’t get Michael’s godmother on her cell phone, I didn’t know where she was so I could hand him off. I ended up having to take Michael with me to work for a half hour. But the worst part was having Michael’s godmother hand him off to me at the end of my shift — at 11:15 p.m.! Poor baby was passed out in his godmother’s arms until I strapped him back into his car seat, where he immediately started crying until I got driving. When we got home, I dimmed all the lights in the house and rushed him upstairs and into his bassinet. That was the worst part — getting him into bed at nearly midnight. That ain’t right for a 3 month old.

Then, there’s trying to pump at work. I’m fully committed to breastfeeding Michael exclusively for at least six months, but going back to work makes it…not easy. The lactation specialists at the hospital had told me to pump every three hours to keep my supply up, but Michael has been sleeping in pretty long stretches — four, five hours at a time at night, and sometimes during the day. Plus, when you’re working with a bunch of people who don’t have kids, don’t usually take breaks and eat lunch at their desks — they look at you funny when you have to disappear twice a day, for 20, 30 minutes at a time.

At any rate, I’m getting back into the swing of things. I actually don’t want to give up my Saturday shift — its the quietest shift, I know exactly everything that needs to be done and that’s the shift I get to speak to the fewest people — but I have asked to be considered for a Monday through Friday shift. I don’t know if I should feel bad — I requested a day shift while I was pregnant and got it, I requested 9-5 and got it — but honestly, needing Saturdays off is not for me. It is honestly for Michael, but I don’t think my coworkers get that.