The second month has been filled with cooing. I love the sound of Juliet smiling and “talking” to her dad in the next room. The two of them always light up when they see each other. A few days ago she giggled for the first time and it was the best sound in the world. Better than any song I’ve heard. I could listen to it all day. Two months also meant Juliet went for her check up and that also meant vaccines!
I was looking into the possibility of spreading them out and in the end I just had her get them all. It was terrible and I never want to hear that horrible cry again… But, guess what. We get to do it all again in 2-4 months. Yay. It wasn’t that bad after her crying stopped and the next couple days we just cuddled and slept a lot.
I don’t really have routine for her other than a bath at night and getting her to go to sleep by 9pm. This month I’m going to get her to sleep in her crib more and we need to get her to take a bottle since I’ll be returning to work part time in late August.
I’m so excited for the developments she making. She’s trying to roll over and her hand coordination has got a lot better; she’s been sucking on her hand and fingers. She got a playmat from her Tia so hopefully we’ll hear more of this happy baby’s giggles.
I have never… Ever… Been comfortable having big breast. When I was 10 and I started developing I thought please god let these things deflate, they are completely useless. Man was I wrong.
At 10 years old I did not know what my body was capable of…
I knew from the moment I was pregnant I was going to breastfeed. I never though twice or had to weigh the pros and cons. I watched my mom do it with my younger siblings and I thought it was the norm. What I did not know is it would be the hardest thing I would do in my life. I took the class before giving birth, I listened to the nurse after Juliet was born but I still struggled.
I found that breastfeeding was not the norm and many people consider it “crunchy” (by the way, why do we have to label everything? that’s a whole different post) It’s normal now a days to give babies formula and never even attempt to breastfeed. That is crazy! To me, anyway.
So the first couple days before my milk came, I panicked. The nurses were some what helpful but most of the time they would latch her for me. I panicked so much that I even sent my mom; my level headed, baby go to, mom into a panic. I panicked because I felt like she wasn’t getting anything, like I was doing it wrong. Then my nipples started to crack and bleed, and… I panicked. I thought “that’s it, it’s over”. By Juliet’s 3rd day of life I was a hot hormonal mess with some seriously jacked up nipples and a very concerned husband. That night my milk came in and I felt more confident but my nipples were still bleeding and raw and I knew I was doing something wrong. We took her for her first check up that week and I was sent to lactation for some help. Sharon, the lactation consultant was my saving grace. She taught me to hold Juliet in a football hold and to start soaking my nips in warm Epsom salt water followed by lanolin ointment twice a day. I wanted to hug and kiss this woman for her help. I went home and did as she said. Within a day I was nursing my baby girl with so much ease that I looked forward to feeding her. I felt so happy that this little being was getting everything she needed from me.
Two months into mommyhood and I have it pretty much down. I’m not afraid to nurse in public, that’s how confident I am in what I am doing. I never thought I would get to that point. I plan to nurse for a year and I would even like to become a milk donor, I work in a hospital and there is a donation program for their NICU so I’m going to look into that.
My simple advice to new moms is do not give up. Really it’s that simple, it’s going to get easier. The first couple weeks are almost hell, almost. Also, get yourself some reliable resources and support. I go on the La Leche League website and forums a lot for advice and information.
I posted some links in the links page of my favorites. Happy milking.