Monday, October 22, 2012

Damn Fine Job

I get caught up a lot when I try to blog because I feel like I am so out of order or skipping over big things that I really should blog about....then I don't end up blogging at all.  So I am working on just starting to write when I think about and not worry about what I miss.

What's on my mind today?  Breastfeeding.

I blogged a lot when I struggled with breastfeeding with Wyatt, and he eventually went to bottles.  It was a hard thing for me.

I wish I would have had the time to blog more about my experience breastfeeding Abigail.  She stopped nursing 5 weeks ago (around 11 1/2 months).  She was down to only nursing a couple times a day and having some bad allergies and congestion, she just wasn't as interested anymore so I didn't offer and she didn't seem to mind.  About 2 weeks after her last nursing session, she was cutting her 7th tooth and was grinding her teeth and fussing one day trying to sleep and "asked" to nurse (pulling at my shirt and patting my chest).  At first I thought "Oh sweet thing! She still needs me! I am sure there is still milk in there, I could let her do it" and then thought "what are you crazy!?!?  most people dream of weaning this easily and she is GRINDING HER TEETH, not the kind of situation your nipples want to enter into". ;)

Our breastfeeding journey went something like this....I REALLY wanted to breastfeed this time around, but had some doubts, given my first attempt, if it would work out.  However, Abigail was a pro since day one.  We just clicked.  I produced PLENTY of milk.  When I did have struggles and questions, I had a wonderful group of friends to ask (shout outs so Gara and Krista, especially).  She took a bottle easily at the beginning (we thought this was important so that I could have some freedom).  I decided it really defeated the purpose of having a kid who slept thru the night just to set my alarm to pump at 3am and she was having a lot of stranger anxiety so we weren't leaving her anyway.  Decided a year or so, with working around her schedule wasn't the worst thing, so we stopped stressing about trying to make her take bottles (this was a bit annoying at times but in the end I was so happy I did it this way).  She was fairly easy to break of night feedings and was such a busybody she didn't use me much as a pacifier, even in the beginning.  There were times I was tired of feeling like a buffet, wearing nursing bras 24/7, leaking thru shirts, waking up in pools of milk in my bed (gotta love a plentiful supply), finding it a bit harder to switch from mommy to wife, etc.  But, I LOVED the satisfaction of knowing I was responsible for her little body growing and being healthy.  I was very proud that she and I were working so well together and that we made it all the way through her first year.

I have shared my story with a few other moms out there who were unsuccesful with breastfeeding the first time around and hope they know that there is hope it will go beautifully the second time around.

I actually scheduled a breastfeeding session with a BFing photographer who does some amazing tasteful pictures of mommies and babies to document our success but had an emergency and had to cancel.  I can't even express what a wonderful "mommy experience" it has been and made me realize how quickly they grow up and was another level of being a 'full time' mom.  I didn't love every minute of it, but was thankful for every minute I could give myself in that way to Abigail. 

In our jobs as a mom, we don't get raises or monthly reviews that say "good job!" so when we make milestones with our children, whether bigger ones (like nursing for a full year) or smaller ones (like a non-screaming trip with both kids to the grocery store) I allow a minute to pat myself on the back and say "Damn fine job, Emily! Damn fine job!"

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Talking $hit to Talking Sweet

Warning, long post with lots of mommy mushy nostalgia....

Three weeks ago, we were smack dab in the middle of potty training and Wyatt was FOS (full of $hit, literally). He was holding back poop and we have long said, from past experiences, when Wyatt is fully of $hit, he acts like a little $hit. And he was in FULL force. I picked him up from preschool a Thursday afternoon and his teachers were stunned. They said he had pitched fits and was so disagreeable all day and asked if there was something going on - this was TOTALLY unlike his normal behavior. I explained our FOS issue and they both agreed if they hadn't pooped in 3 days they would likely be in just as foul a mood.

I kept Wyatt home from preschool and speech therapy all the next week - we were all suffering from awful allergies and I really wanted a full week to be able to concentrate on the poop issue (meaning i needed to pump him full of miralax until he was cleaned out).  He was AWFUL the entire week. No other way to put it.  He would randomly shove or hit Abigail.  He was being so mean to her and I, he actually made me cry a few times.  I might as well have started serving him breakfast, lunch and dinner in his time out spot, as he was spending so much time there.  I didn't know where my sweet kid had gone or if he would ever come back.  I was so dumbfounded and frustrated.  But finally he snapped out of it.

Wyatt has always been a super stoic kid (just like his Daddy). He never fussed when we would leave him with grandparents or at the church nursery or when someone unfamiliar wanted to hold him. He was nicknamed Quiet Wyatt very early on and we just got used to it. Don't get me wrong, he is sweet and loving and CRAVES being cuddled in his rocker before bedtime but would not be a kid I term as super lovey. I have many times commented that sometimes Wyatt hurts my feelings because he doesn't seem to care that I spend every waking moment with him.

So it was a huge milestone at our house this afternoon when Wyatt expressed an "emotion phrase" on his own today,  He says "I love you" to us when we put him to bed or one of us leaves the house or when he is prompted when people leave or we are getting off FaceTime with Nana and Grandad - but never has Wyatt really spontaneously said something about how he feels...until today. 

I was loading him in the car after preschool and every Tuesday and Thursday when I am strapping him in, I always tell him that I am glad he had a good day but I missed him.  Before I could tell him though, he beat me to the punch line "miss me, momma" he said sweetly.  I thought he was asking me if I missed him (he mixes up you and me still) and then he said it again "miss me, momma".  I said did you miss me?  "Yes Momma.  Miss me!"  It just melted my heart.

He also has been fussing some when JB leaves for work in the morning.  He doesn't want him to go and he will ask to go to back to work with him when he meets us for lunch and give him good hugs when we part ways. 

Just another sign that our little guy is not so little anymore.  If I could find a way to slow time down, I would love to stay in this phase a little longer.....he is just so funny and entertaining and full of energy and life right now. We are so blessed to have you as ours, John Wyatt.



What's Up, Buttercup?

Well, I had intentions to be a better blogger, but life has been busy...doing what you ask, well.....


Hanging out at the mall with Cousin Tessa and Aunt Amanda.  We try to meet up at least once a week and EVERY DAY Wyatt asks me to "go see Tessa" it is a little sad that he doesn't call her "ooh" any longer.

Learning to ride together, peacefully, in the grocery store cart :)

Enjoying our lush green grass adn beautiful weather - just as Tessa now has a true name, Sully is no longer Eesh.  it is a bit sad but great that we are seeing a lot of improvement in his speech.  Time and speech therapy are really making a difference.

SO fun to watch them play together in our backyard.  they really interact a lot now and it is sweet (and soemtimes not so sweet) but fun nonetheless to see them being true 'brother and sister'

we get FILTHY when we play outside so we are taking lots of daytime baths

Wyatt is really doing good at preschool - he even peed in the potty at school the other day!  This is his school picture.  Odd background but a great smile nonetheless (excuse the poor quality - it is a iphone pic of the picture).
 
Grilled cheese at the mall food court - SOOO nice to be able to go out and about without a cooler pack of food.  If there is a Sonic nearby, we are golden.