Tuesday, May 22, 2012

25 Weeks Pregnant


We had another cervical ultrasound on Friday and it looks like things are still measuring 3.8-3.9 which is great. That was my last routine ultrasound and from here on out they will monitor me every two weeks with digital exams/ultrasounds, based on symptoms. The doctor told me that while bed rest is absolutely not on the table right now, I need to watch my activity and listen to my body. Any more than 4 contractions in an hour and I am to call, period. Medication is still an option should I need it and I'll stay on the progesterone shots until 36 weeks (11 more shots and counting...)

As we get closer to the 26-27 week mark where things got scary last time around I find myself questioning every pain and every step I take. Should I have walked up those stairs with the laundry? Should I have struggled with Owen in the grocery? I'm terrified but trying to push aside those fears to be hopeful.

Bringing another little boy into the world safe and healthy will hopefully be another of my most sacred accomplishments as a mother, but it won't come without worry while we wait. Please hold us in your thoughts and prayers.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Wean Me Gently, Our Story

Welcome to the Carnival of Weaning: Weaning - Your Stories

This post was written for inclusion in the Carnival of Weaning hosted by Code Name: Mama and Aha! Parenting. Our participants have shared stories, tips, and struggles about the end of the breastfeeding relationship.

{The last photo I have of my toddler nursing six months before he weaned}

My son nursed to sleep for his nap on Friday March 9th -- I was 16 weeks pregnant. He snuggled up close to me and I took a deep breath to the ease the pain of his latch. I watched his lashes flutter as he found sleep and comfort at my breast.  That was the last time my firstborn nursed and I am thankful that I was ever-present in those moments. Writing this down makes the end so real and I find myself replaying the memories that I have of him nestled at my chest from infancy well into toddlerhood. 

Nursing was by no means easy for us. It took my son 11 weeks to latch on his own, he was prone to nursing strikes and biting while teeth were coming in and he was very picky about when and where he had his “baby milk.” But, I can honestly say that nursing my son was the most beautiful dance I’ve ever danced.  It helped me build confidence as a mother, find peace in sorrowful days  and develop a lasting bond with my child that continues long after the milk is gone. 

When I first discovered I was pregnant, my son was still nursing four times a day. I quickly developed nipple sensitivity and each latch required a few deep breaths and a wince. When I was seven weeks pregnant we went on vacation and my son nursed around the clock. I was incredibly nauseous and his cries for milk made me equal parts enraged and exhausted. I don’t think I have ever been that tired in my entire life. Upon returning home from our trip, I considered weaning him. I felt that every ounce of energy I had left was being drained by nursing and with his second birthday approaching I knew he would adjust. 

And then I actually pictured a day where he and I weren’t nursing anymore and it brought me to tears. No matter how hard these moments were, I decided to stick with my plan to let him decide when he was ready to be done, even if that meant continuing to nurse him alongside an infant.

It did get a little better. We established some ground rules for him not to talk while nursing and if I counted to ten it was a warning to be done with that session. Sometimes he would ask to count to ten first. As each week passed, his interest in nursing became less and less. Upon waking he would ask for cereal instead of milk. If my husband was around he would rather play with his Daddy than nurse out of boredom. There was always naptime; his favorite time of the day where he would climb into my lap and nurse until he was sound asleep. Sometimes it took two minutes, sometimes thirty. There were days that after the sting of the initial latch I would rock and soak in how beautiful it was to have this connection with him. And then there were days when the entire session was so irritating that tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried sit still and quiet until he was asleep enough for me to run out of the room.  

As he showed less interest in nursing, I began to be overwhelmed with guilt. I felt that if I hadn’t gotten pregnant he would still be happily nursing and while I’m overjoyed to be with child, it was hard to let go. One of my friends from La Leche League helped me put it into perspective by saying,

 “This is your first step in mothering two children. There will be many more times that your first born doesn’t get exactly what he wants because you are tending to the other child. He’s becoming a big brother; he just doesn’t know it yet.”

The times I offered and he refused were just as frequent as the time he would ask and I’d distract him. I honestly can’t tell you if I weaned him or if he weaned me and maybe that’s why my heart is at peace. Maybe that is exactly how our dance was supposed to end. I don’t know how I knew it would be our last time. Perhaps because he hadn’t asked in two days and I was very aware of him climbing into my lap again or maybe it was because more than anything, I wanted to remember.  A mother of four once told me that she had happily nursed all of her children into toddlerhood and when she looks down the only child she can ever picture at her breast, is the last one. Not being able to look down and see my firstborn is a crushing thought but knowing there will be another new life looking up at me very soon makes me grateful. 

Exactly one week after his last nursing session, we celebrated my son’s weaning during the Sabbath.

MOTHER:
And the child grew up, and was weaned, and Abraham held a great feast on the day that Isaac was weaned (Genesis 21:8)

Vayigdal ha-yeled vayigamal vaya'as Avraham mishteh gadol b'yom higamel et Yitzhak.

Blessed are You, God, Ruler of the Universe, who has made me a woman.

Barukh atah Adonai Eloheynu melekh ha-olam she'asani isha.

Blessed are You, God, Ruler of the Universe, who has enabled me to nurse.

Barukh atah Adonai Eloheynu melekh ha-olam she-natan li l'haynik.

FATHER:
Blessed are You, God, Ruler of the Universe, who has sustained us and preserved us and brought us to this occasion.

TOGETHER:
Barukh atah Adonai Eloheynu melekh ha-olam shehecheyanu v'kiyamanu v'higiyanu laz'man hazeh.

Just as Abraham and Sarah rejoiced at the weaning of their son Isaac, our hearts too, are glad that our son has grown into childhood, sustained in good health by God's precious gift of milk. 

Blessed are you, God, ruler of the universe who has enabled parents to rejoice in their children.

We, in love, continue to give sustenance to this child and provide for his physical needs. May we provide also spiritual sustenance through examples of lovingkindness, and through the teaching of the Torah and the traditions of our people.
 
I think most of the words were lost on my sweet boy as he happily munched his challah, but I took it in with faith and tears, enough for the both of us.

I don’t believe that at 24 months old my son is a “big boy” who doesn’t need his milk or his Mama anymore. The truth is, he is still very much a baby and needs my comfort and reassurance now more than ever.  He still climbs into the rocking chair for his nap but instead of nursing he tucks his head up under my chin where the skin of his cheek can become one with my chest, and he sleeps. For the two of us, the milk was only the beginning. A beautiful beginning.  

This story was first published in part on Kveller.com a site for Jewish parenting. 

Thank you for visiting the Carnival of Weaning hosted by Dionna at Code Name: Mama and Dr. Laura at Aha! Parenting. Please take time to read the submissions by the other carnival participants (and many thanks to Joni Rae of Tales of a Kitchen Witch for designing our lovely button):

Friday, May 11, 2012

Hilton Head: Shannon Tanner Concert

Spring and early fall seem like the perfect time to visit Hilton Head. This time, Nana and Papa met us for part of the week to enjoy the wonderful weather and some fun beach time. Owen was so happy to see them and we all enjoyed the time together.

Peak season was just about to get started  and it was the first week for an outdoor concert right on the Harbour without the crowds. Shannon Tanner is a great performer and I think the adults laughed just as much as the kids. O is a shy guy so he stayed back with us and watched the other kids up front dancing and singing. I can see us enjoying these concerts for years to come.

 Dancin' FOOL
Papa does the sprinkler dance
HAPPIEST. PICTURE. EVER.


Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Hilton Head: Lawton Stables

On our trip to Hilton Head we went back to Lawton Stables to visit with the animals on the small animal farm. In October Owen was scared of most of the animals and cried for much of our visit - NOT THIS TIME! O was very brave and touched lots of the animals. He was interested in the horses and had a great time running around with his Papa and his Daddy.  We noticed a sign that said, "Don't overfeed the horses" and were told that if you bring apples the horses will eat them out of your hand. Needless to say, they were disappointed that we didn't have any apples, but we'll remember next time!



Saturday, May 5, 2012

North Carolina: Cousins Take A Bath

On our way down to Hilton Head, SC we stopped off in North Carolina to visit our favorite cousins Seth, Mary and Baby Clara. Clara just turned ONE (!) and she was showing off her eating and walking skills (this girl can eat).  She also manhandled her cousin Owen a little bit while we were there ;)  She pushed him off her ride-on toy and took away his snack trap. Owen was happy to share and honestly I don't think he wanted to mess with her ;)

Mary wanted a bath picture with the cousins, I was a little hesitant because Owen takes a bath in a toddler tub (read: Owen lays back in a huge plastic bathtub inside our bathtub, filled up to his neck with bubbles and gets sponged down while he relaxes. He occasionally plays with his ducky but would much rather just lay back, relax and be washed. SPOILED!) so he is a little fearful in a large tub. Clara Jane showed him just how its done, first you throw all of your fun toys in (including a turkey baster) which Owen enjoyed doing very much. Once they were in he stayed relatively still while cousin Clara crawled all over the tub, handing him different toys to play with and screeching with joy. Owen didn't say a single word or move a muscle. He mostly just stared at her.

Just as we were about to do a final rinse on both kiddos, Mary lifted Clare out and there they were...

THREE. HUGE. TURD-LOGS.

As they drifted over towards Owen, I scooped him up laughing hysterically. We took both kids to the other tub and they each got an individual re-bath to get the pooh off.

Moral of the story: Clara Jane you may have the upper hand now, but pooping on your cousin will be mildly (horrifically) embarrassing story when you are ages 16 and 17, respectively. And family NEVER forgets these things.

Chubbs McGee vs. Skinny No-Booty
 Because who DOESN'T take a bath with a turkey baster?



Friday, May 4, 2012

22 Weeks: Cervical Ultrasound

Today I had another OB appointment and cervical ultrasound. My cervix appeared scrunched and distorted on the ultrasound and the tech measured it at 7cm, which didn't make any sense. I guess I was having a contraction, not a labor contraction but a uterine contraction. The tech said during those kinds of contractions it can be hard to measure or give an abnormally long (or short) measurement.

We were getting ready to leave for vacation and they wanted to be absolutely sure it was okay for me to make the 14 hour car trip to South Carolina so Owen and I had to wait around for half hour and then the tech came back in to remeasure. The contraction had stopped and the cervix measured 3.9cm. The doctor said it looks like it's gotten longer since my last scan, which is a great sign.

Baby Brother looked great, fluid levels were perfect and his heart beat was steady at 155. Even better, I was cleared to go on vacation and participate in any activities (within reason) as long as I wasn't having pelvic pain/pressure or contracting.

Owen was SUCH a good boy for our long morning at the doctor. Once we were home he was ready to help me sort though my swim suits to find one for the beach!


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