Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Happy Halloween!!

Well, we did it again this year, we managed to be the scariest house on the block with all of our creepy stuff. Most of the little kids, who were out early in the daylight, were too scared to come up to the porch. And who can blame them? They had to crawl under the cobwebs, past the zombies and monsters to get to the doorbell for some candy.





Oh yes, we waited for them to make it by all that before we came to the door.  And yes, we hid in the shadows, watching and giggling.  Geez, we're so bad! If it looked like the kids were going to turn around and not come on through, we surrendered and went outside with candy.

One dad came under the cobwebs with his tiny kid and then looked surprised when we answered the door.  He said, "Wow, that sure is a scary setup you have, but then you make it to the door and the Flintstones answer and then it's all ok!" 

Yabba Dabba Doo!
 
I made my Wilma costume and Kylie's Pebbles costume with my mad skillz on my sewing machine.  Pretty good, considering I didn't have a pattern for either one and I was just winging it.  I found my red wig at Wal-Mart.  It was a devil wig, so I just cut the horns off and put it in a Wilma up-do.  And I made my necklace from Styrofoam balls.
 
I also make a bone for the top of Pebbles' head, but it was awkward and heavy and didn't stay on her head well, so she partied sans-bone on Halloween.  KK still made a pretty cute Pebbles! 

I had found Robert's costume on clearance after Halloween last year, so we had planned to be the Flintstones before we knew if Kylie was going to be a Pebbles or a Bambam. We just lucked out that she turned out to be a redheaded baby girl; the perfect Pebbles! The Flintstones were a big hit. 

Kylie came to the door with us each time to hand out candy, and she was facinated with watching all of the other kids.  She got kind of heavy, carrying her back and forth to the door, so we put her in her stroller and just wheeled her around.  She was so good the whole night!

After we ran out of candy, we went outside to bring the zombies in and we saw some kids walking across the street, pointing to our house and saying, "That was my favorite house!"  Yay, we're the favorite house! Haha!  We sure had fun dressing up to hand out candy. 

Happy Halloween, everyone!
And a very Happy 1st Halloween to our sweet baby Kylie!

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Pumpkin Carving

We carved pumpkins on Sunday at our house with some friends.






Afterwards, we attempted to take a picture of Kylie inside of Lexi's big pumpkin. That went over like a pregnant high-jumper. Baby Girl was NOT having a thing to do with being inside a pumpkin, thankyouverymuch!



When the sun finally set, there were only three pumpkins left that had not been taken home, so we lit them up and snapped a photo!

Monday, October 29, 2012

The TRUTH About Nursing

No one really ever tells moms-to-be how hard and how much work breastfeeding is.  When I was pregnant and I went to a breastfeeding class, or talked to people about it, it was made to seem easy.  No packing bottles when you travel, no buying formula, I'm just a ready-made meal for the baby! 

That may be true, but it's a lot of time and a lot of work.  I mean, a girl can't even get a night off to have a few drinks.  Sure, I can pump and dump as well as the next person, but I still have to pump.  No breaks. Ever.

Getting started in the hospital was really difficult.  In my post about KK's birth, I wrote all about the massive bruising to my abdomen.  That meant that I couldn't hold her across my stomach as I needed to.  And I was high as a kite on morphine and whatever else they were running through my IV. 

All that combined meant that I couldn't really get Kylie positioned correctly to nurse.  Robert saved the day, as usual, and helped me get her latched on.  He's amazing.  He went to the breastfeeding class with me and knew all the right things to do.  Me and my morphine-brain wouldn't have been able to make it work without Robert!

Nursing takes time, a LOT of time.  In the beginning, KK was nursing every two hours.  Not two hours from when she got done the last time, two hours from when the STARTED nursing.  And she was taking an hour to nurse, so that meant that I maybe got an hour break in between. 

I got nothing done for the first month, at least.  I really had no clue how demanding it was going to be.  It was a bit of a shocker.  She seemed to be hungry all the time!  I was so tired and so badly wanted a break and a few hours of solid sleep.

Having people visit was an ordeal, especially if they didn't show up when they said they would.  I would start nursing 1.5 hours before I was expecting company, so that she would be fed and happy for about an hour while visiting.  When people would show up late, Kylie would be on the verge of being hungry again.  Many visits were cut short.  It was frustrating.

Then things started getting easier.  She started lasting longer between nursing sessions, I was able to position her correctly and my supply was amazing.  It still took her a while to nurse, but she was becoming more and more efficient, so we were not tied to hour sessions each time.

When I was preparing to go back to work, Robert and I started to bottle feed KK more often so she could get used to it.  She hadn't had a bottle much and she wasn't very good at taking it.  She's choke from the flow and cry and refuse the bottle.  We worked at it and by the time she started day care, she was handling it pretty well.

About two weeks before I headed back to work, Kylie started doubling the amount she was eating and I couldn't keep up with her.  She was having a growth spurt.  I started to supplement with formula and the rumors are true, once you do that, your supply takes a hit.  Between the formula and starting back to work, my supply dwindled.  Rather than getting 3-4 ounces each time I pumped, I was lucky to get an ounce total. Most times it was about a half an ounce total.

I was on the verge of quitting.  It was so frustrated.  I felt like a damn pack mule, traipsing around with my laptop bag, my purse and the oh-so-large pump bag all in tow while going from my office to Sam's home office and back, all day, every day.  And then to get so little milk after all that effort??  Are you kidding?

Robert introduced me to his friend's wife who is a lactation consultant here at Mercy Hospital.  I started on a combination of fenugreek, blessed thistle and reglan. I was taking a ridiculous amount of capsules each day.  Three pills, three times a day of EACH of the supplements and then another 4 reglan pills on top of that.  That's 22 pills a day, people.  I chew gummy multivitamins so I don't have to swallow pills. 

About three days in, my supply jumped up dramatically and I was back to getting 3-4 ounces in the mornings and 2-3 ounces in the afternoon.  Frickin' sweet, you guys.  I was amazed that my supply had recovered. 

Then the reglan took a hold of me and made me crazy.  It said right there on the bottle that it may cause depression and anxiety.  I saw that when I first started taking it and thought to myself, "No need to worry about that, I'm happier than I've ever been and nothing can get me down!"  Not true.  I was crying every day, so sad and hopeless feeling. It was awful!

I finally had a big melt-down on Friday night and caused a huge fight with Robert.  Well, a huge fight for us is raising our voices and then not talking for an hour.  After I calmed down I apologized and told him I think it's the reglan and I decided to quit taking it.  It's not worth how it's making me feel and act.  I don't want to feel sad and I know I have nothing to feel sad about.  It's got to be the reglan!

Over the weekend we had a pumpkin carving party at our house and I didn't pump nearly as much as I should have on Sunday.  This morning my supply is back to where it was BEFORE all of the supplements and reglan.  Sigh.

Robert and I talked and I've decided to go ahead and quit breastfeeding.  I feel really guilty and selfish for wanting to quit.  I know how good it is for her and for me, but I'm so tired.  There is no part of me that wants to take pills all day every day.  Sometimes I can't even get them all down.  I am tired of being tied to the pump too.  I even pumped in my car when my mom and I were at the War Eagle craft fair a couple weeks ago. 

Robert tells me he's really proud of me for doing it for 4 months.  I truly appreciate him being so supportive of me.  He's the best.  I had hoped to go for 6 months at least, so I'm disappointed in myself.  I just didn't know that it would be like it is.  I've got to get over being down on myself for quitting though.  I think it may just take a little time.

I'm not trying to be whiny or anything, I just wanted to write this post for any mothers-to-be out there who are thinking about breastfeeding.  I highly recommend it for the baby (she's not been sick once) and for the mom (I've lost 57lbs so far since having KK!), but I thought it would be helpful to have a perspective from someone who isn't sugar-coating the whole thing.  I wish someone had been brutally honest with me about it before I had Kylie. I still would have done it, but at least I would have known what to expect so it wasn't such a shocker.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

War Eagle Craft Fair

My mom came to town this weekend and she and I went to the War Eagle craft fair yesterday.   We had never been before, but it's a pretty big deal around these parts.  It was awesome!!

We had heard rumors about how bad the traffic gets around the fair, so we left the house around 7am to get there in time for it to start at 8.  We didn't hit any real traffic and got right in and scored a close parking spot.  On the way out we passed, literally, miles and miles of cars waiting to get in.  Cars were parked as far as we could see in the fields all around the fair.  Apparently, craft vendors come from all over the US to participate in the fair.

Mom and I were at War Eagle for about 4 hours and we saw everything there was to see.  The vendors had such cool things and great ideas.  Well, except for one booth we passed.  It was like this lady had dragged out her old junk for a garage sale.  I'm not sure what that was all about.  But the REST of it was very neat.

Mom found some good Christmas gifts, so I know what some of you are getting for Christmas!  I take cash bribes if you want to know. (Kidding! Mom, I'm only kidding.) 

I only took a small amount of money with me, because I could potentially go nuts and spend every red cent that Robert and I have on glorious crafts, but then we would probably have to sell our house and I really like our house, so that would be no good.  Because I didn't bring a lot of money, I passed up so many things I wanted to get, but NEXT YEAR....oh I can't wait for next year!

This was my purchase of the day; a very cute hat for an even cuter baby:
I felt ok buying this because she doesn't have a hat yet and it's about to get cold, so I was going to have to get one anyway.  Mom and I also got a ginormous bag of kettle corn.  That's sort of a "must have" when one goes to a fair.  That, and corn dogs.  We got one of those to split too.

Yes, it looks like the War Eagle Craft Fair is going to be an annual (or bi-annual, as there is a fair in May also) mother-daughter event for us.  Hopefully, when Kylie is a bit older, it can turn into a mother-daughter-granddaughter event.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Holy Crap! FEET!

Kylie found her feet!

She's all, "These are MINE and I'm going to hold onto them all the time!"
 
KK clutching her toes sure makes changing a diaper that much more tricky.  Thank goodness Robert and I have ninja-like skills and speed.  An ordinary parent may not be able to get a diaper back on her and she'd have to run around sans-pants.  And that would be messy.  No bueno.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Three Months

Sweet jeebus!  Our little sizzle britches is 3 months old today!



All of a sudden she is starting to grow really fast.  We started supplementing with formula about three weeks ago and I swear she has hit a major growth spurt since then.  She's not a flimsy little newborn anymore, she's now a solid, substantial baby!

The girl eats.  A lot.  I'm talking like 5-10 ounces at a time these days. I think part of it is that she isn't eating (or sleeping) well at daycare.  The little daily report she brings home with her is all like 1.5 ounces here and 2 ounces there....then she comes home and gobbles down 10 ounces like she hasn't eaten in a week and passes out cold, sometimes by 7:30pm.

The earlier bed times are good for her though.  She's been sleeping through the night since around 7 weeks and she'll sleep anywhere from 7-11 hours at a time.  Once in a while we'll hit an odd night where she will wake up around 4am, but for the most part she is a good little sleeper. 

Thank God for that, because our first night at home with her, Robert and I both thought we were going to DIE.  I remember thinking, "What the HELL did we just get ourselves into??!"

At 3 months, Kylie is on the verge of rolling over.  She makes it just about to her stomach and then will roll back.  Mostly this is motivated by eating.  She roots around and tries to nurse on whatever surface she is laying on, which results in her rolling almost completely over.  Once she realizes her bed, blanket or whatever doesn't have a boob, she'll roll back to her back.  

The sweet baby has some rhythm already, which is kinda cool.  We have music on in the house often and about 3 weeks ago I was feeding her a bottle and the song "Best Mamgu Ever" by Underworld came on the Jambox and she started bobbing her little head and moving her feet in time with the music.  I was amazed!  

She digs music, so I try to play a variety for her.  I'm not so much into Twinkle, Twinkle and crap like that, so she's listening to Dave Matthews, Pink, 311, Led Zeppelin, Nine Inch Nails, etc.  I know, I know, she probably needs to learn those baby songs so she can be part of the "in" crowd at preschool, but we have a lot of time to work on that.

She is smiling a lot and laughing these days and she is quite a talker.  The expressions on her face are priceless when she's talking.  She has so much to say and she'll raise her eyebrows and look all kinds of serious about whatever she's jabbering about. I see a lot of detention for talking too much in her future.

Kylie was introduced to her jumperoo this past week and she likes it!  We had to put a folded up blanket under her feet because her legs aren't long enough to touch the ground yet.  With the blanket in place she is able to get some bouncy-action going on.

Her BFF is still the ceiling fan.  She loves to look at and talk to any ceiling fan.

She loves baths and has discovered how to kick her legs to make the water splash out of her bath tub. Robert and/or I end up soaked after every bath, but it sure is fun to watch her play, so it's all good!

All in all, our silly baby girl is just wonderful!  She amazes us every single day and she gets more fun and much easier to handle as time goes on.  We cannot believe how fast the first three months has flown by, but, as the saying goes, "Time flies when you're having fun!"