Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Letter To My New-Mom Self.


Dear Very, Very Tired New-Mom Erin,

I wanted to take a minute to write you a letter Back to the Future style.  If I could somehow communicate with you right as you enter the realm of new-mommy-dom, this is what I would tell you.  I'm no expert, mind you, not even after having a second child.  If anything, I'm still floundering around trying to figure things out, Mum Mum's stuck to my legs, hair in knots, the house a mess.  You know, the norm.  ;)  However, having a second baby has helped me learn so much...mostly from my novice mistakes, and hindsight is so gloriously 20/20.  If I could, I would impart a bit of that 20/20 hindsight wisdom to you in these early days of Mommyhood.  So.  Here goes.

1.  Try your very hardest, try with all your might, try with every teeny weeny bit of energy that you can scrounge up from underneath the couch cushions of your brain to NOT be drawn into the competition of parenting.  This is such a fine line to walk, because it can be very isolating and lonely to be a new parent. Asking for help or ideas or experiences from friends is not at ALL a bad thing.  You just need to try your best to see the line.  Don't take another step forward if the conversation turns from commiseration to competition.  Your baby is not your trophy to hold over another's head while you brag about sleeping, nursing, diapering, scheduling, whatever.  Watch for that elusive line.  Be careful.

2.  You don't have to share your baby all of the time.  Try hard to make your baby available to those who love you and your family, but you both need to rest and recover and learn each other.  You do not need to drag your exhausted selves all over creation right away.  Be patient.  Your baby's adoring public can wait...just a bit.  ;)  Be a little stingy.

3.  Be kind to your husband.  He doesn't know anything either.  You are a team.  You are in this strange new world together.  He misses you so badly, and he feels alone sometimes.  For nine months, you morphed into a swollen and hormonally charged version of your old self, and he patiently rubbed your cankles and let you cry while stroking your hair.  For nine long months, you got loads of attention, and now your baby is taking center stage.  And, since you are nursing, there is even more solo time for Dad.  He wants to be part of the party, too.  You are his everything.  Remember him.  Be kind to him.

4.  It's okay to live in sweats, yoga pants, and roomy t-shirts for a few weeks (months...!).  No one cares, you need to be comfy, and just let it go that you used to get all fixed up every single day of the week.  You'll find time to get gussied up once again, but right now, the focus is just on surviving from one sleep-deprived yet snuggly day to the next.  Be comfortable while you survive.  :)

5.  Extend yourself grace, massive amounts of grace, for the first six months.  It is complete and utter insanity for the first six months.  Sweet insanity, but insanity nonetheless.  From fluctuating nursing routines to punctuated sleeping patterns, teething initiation to never ending spit-up and outfit changes, it is just nuts.  NUTS, I say!  Go with it, Erin!  Shrug it off when something doesn't work out like the books tell you it 'should', and try again tomorrow.  Once you figure out one issue, it'll change the next day anyway.  Once baby hits the six month mark, things just sort of fall into place (for the most part, anyway).  So, just breathe and keep going.  Be full of grace.

6.  Listen to the sweet older ladies who tell you to soak up those fleeting newborn days.  They are right.  The days are gone in a blur.  My advice: snuggle.  Snuggle.  Snuggle. Snuggle.   Let the world around you fall away, and just soak that baby in through snuggling.  (FYI: This is the ONLY time in your parenting life that you can truly exit reality.  After Baby Number Two comes along, you won't be able to sit and soak and snuggle quite as much as with the first little bambina.  You'll have two little ones needing your time and snuggles.)  Anyway, don't roll your eyes at the sweet old ladies.  They know a thing or two.  ;)  Be receptive...and snugly.

7.  Let your body heal.  For real.  You JUST pushed a gigantic baby out of yourself--you do NOT need to prove anything to anybody for a few months.  Just take it easy for a bit, and let your poor body figure out what the crap just happened to it over the past nine months.  I mean, come on.  Your body finally dealt with that little alien invasion in your uterus; it deserves a vacation!  Be still.

8.  "Sleeping through the night" is a phrase that means so so SO many different things to so many different parents.  Tread with caution here.  ;)  Be careful what you brag about...babies can hear you and make liars out of you in an instant!  ;)

9.  You will discover later on in your parenting journey that you are not the only Mama to cry when she has her six week farewell check-up with her beloved OBGYN.  It's okay to be a little sad to close that chapter of your life.  It was overwhelmingly amazing, and it is okay to grieve the end of an era, so to say.  You're not (that) crazy for crying and hugging your OB till she starts to pull away, and then you keep awkwardly hugging, because you don't want her to actually realize you've started crying, which has then kind of made your milk let down, which makes you even more emotional than when you began this eternally long and awkward hug in the first place.  Sigh.  Be okay with random tears for a short while.

10.  Friendships change.  My (Your? Our? This is getting weird) mom once said that friendships change after you become a parent, because you naturally group up with like-minded people.  This is very true.  What I mean is that you only have so many unused brain cells and spare minutes in the day to share with others outside of your family, and you need to choose wisely.  As hard as it is, you will have to choose to step back from friendships that no longer build you up, but instead tear you down where you are most vulnerable: your Mommyhood.  When unhealthy comparison, unsolicited critiques, or unwanted competition regarding your children enters a friendship, it might be time to step away.  Be wise.

11.  If help is offered, TAKE IT.  From your Mom, from your Mother-in-Law, from friends...just take it.  Your family and friends love you so.  Let them help.  That's how they show their love.  That's how they minister to and bless you.  Don't rob them of the gift of blessing another by being too proud to allow your weakness to show.  Seriously.  You don't know what you are doing yet.  But they've been there!  Be open to their kind suggestions, be patient when they don't do things EXACTLY the way you would do them, be so very grateful for their time and energy...two things you seem to be running low on these days.  They are your cheerleaders.  Let them be part of the game.  Be humble enough to ask for and accept help.


12.  When you finally make it back to your pre-pregnancy weight, don't be surprised when your pre-pregnancy body never quite returns exactly the way you remember.  Your body was made to carry and give life--that is true beauty right there.  Now, go use your new body to raise and care for the little one God blessed you with, and be thankful for what your body was able to endure.  Pregnancy was a gift beyond measure, and there are many women who would give anything to expend their body for the miracle of a baby.  You've been shown favor and blessing more than you deserve.  Be proud of yourself and your new body.


New-Mom Erin, you will make it through these bleary days and nights that seem to run together in a big blur of poopy diapers, soaked nursing pads, and ever-darkening under-eye circles.  You will find a routine; you will find the new normal.  And, believe it or not, you WILL sleep 'through the night' again...someday.  ;)  Extend yourself grace, and it will do you much good to extend it to others, as well.  You are someone's Mommy now, Erin.  What a blessing.  What a blessing.

And, if there are times when you can't seem to see the blessing for the bleariness, hit up your local Starbucks.  
That always seems to do the trick.  ;)

Yours, 
Still Tired Mom-of-Two Erin

:)

Thursday, May 24, 2012

8 Months: A Letter.

My sweet Delia Jane,

Today you turned 8 months old!  You became a big girl this month, and here are some of your accomplishments and milestones.

Growth:
-You weigh 23 pounds and are 29 inches long.  So squishy and long!
-You wear size 12-18 months clothes and size 4 diapers.
-Just like we thought, your second tooth popped up not long after your first.  Now you have two bottom, middle teeth!  You look like such a big girl when you smile!
-Getting into the sitting position is a breeze for you now, and you rock back and forth on your hands and knees ALL of the time.  You'll try to crawl often, and a few times, you've been able to make one forward motion before collapsing onto your belly.  And you usually end up crawling backwards.  ;)
-While you're learning to coordinate your arms and legs, you sometimes end up pushed up into a downward dog yoga position...and you'll stay like that for minutes on end as you survey the world through your chubby legs!  So funny.
-You are kind of starting to wave 'bye-bye' with your squishy little hands.  Sweet girl.
-Singing is one of your favorite things, and you have the most precious little voice.  So soft and high.  Over the last week, you've starting saying 'blah-blah-blah' a lot as you babble...I wonder when you'll say your first 'real' word!

Eating:
-This month, you've dropped a feeding and are down to just five per day: 7am, 11am, 3pm, 6pm and a dream feeding around 10pm.
-After you dropped that feeding, you started nursing on both sides every time.  Gotta get that big ol' belly filled up!
-You've started eating lunch with us now along with your breakfast and dinner.  You eat about 2-4 tablespoons of homemade baby food at each meal.
-Some of your favorite foods right now are PEAS, apples, and sweet potatoes.  Your Daddy thinks you like grainier textures rather than smooth, and I think he's right!  You've also started snacking on Mum Mum crackers every now and then, and you like to gum whole wheat Ritz crackers, too.  Big girl!!
-If we aren't moving fast enough with the food, you'll start to grunt so loudly--funny girl.  ;)
-As I'm trying to sit down in your glider and get situated with the nursing pillow and everything, you fling your arms around my neck and press you face into my neck as if to say, "HURRY!  I'm starving!"  I love that little hug from my Doodle Bug.  :)

Sleeping:
-At night, you go to bed around 6:30pm, and you wake up for the day around 7am.  (Our neighbor's new motorcycle has been waking you up at 5:30am when he leaves for work...and you are not happy about that!  Poor girl.)
-During the day, you nap at 9am for about an hour, at 12:30pm for about an hour and a half, and then you'll most always take a little catnap before dinner around 4:30.  I think that last nap of the day is on it's way out though.
-You love your paci, and we've started keeping two in your crib so that you'll be able to easily find one during the night when it's dark.  And...you love to toss them out of your crib once you are awake and ready for the day!  It's always a scavenger hunt when we come in to get you.  ;)
-If you fall asleep in the car, your big ol' noggin tips forward, and it looks like you're going to have the biggest crick in your neck!  We've adjusted the car seat and straps, but it doesn't matter.  You like to lean forward to sleep in the car.  Weird.
-After you wake up in your crib, you immediately sit yourself up and stare at the door waiting for someone to come get you.  Emery loves to come in and greet you, and you return her excitement with smile behind that little paci of yours.  :)


Play:
-When we ask you to say 'da da', the request makes you get a bashful look and you'll give a little giggle.  So cute.
-When you are being flirty and smiley, you'll scrunch your cute nose up and squint your eyes to give a sly little smile.  Adorable.
-You LOVE to splash and kick so much in the bath that your Daddy usually gets a bath, too.  ;)
-Playing Peek-a-boo!  If we put your shirt or a stuffed animal on your face, you'll grab it, wait a few seconds, and then you'll whisk it away with a huge smile underneath as we say, "Peek-a-boo!"  You totally know what you're doing as you wait us out and then flash that sly smile, and then you'll slyly drag it back over your face to play again!  Love that we can play a game with you!!
-Break my heart, you have your first injury.  We were snuggling on Mommy's bed with Emery, and I needed to go retrieve a dropped sippy cup for your sister.  I put you in the very middle of the bed, and before I could even take three steps to get around the foot of the bed, you had done four of the fastest ninja-rolls I've ever seen...and you fell!  :(  I ran and dove for you, but I was a split second too late.  GAH.  Seriously, I think I cried even harder than you did.  Your sweet little right eye was black for about a week, and every time someone asked me what happened to you, my heart hurt even more.  I felt awful.  Horrible.  And now I know you can ninja-roll, so no more turning my back when we're all up on the bed together!
-One of your new favorite activities is to be placed next to a basket of toys, and you'll spend a long time just working on tipping over the basket or pulling out toys one by one.  Now if I could just teach you how to put them all back....  ;)
-You can whistle!  If you are really concentrating on a certain task, you'll form your sweet little lips into an 'O' shape, and you'll start to inadvertently whistle while you work--so adorable!

Events:
-We went to OKC to visit Mommy's family, and you were a trooper.  When we come to town with you two cuties, everyone wants a visit--I don't blame them!  You handled the traveling and sleeping in multiple locations like a champ.  Go, Doodles.  :)
-I got to celebrate my first Mother's Day with YOU this year, my little daughter!  You made Mother's Day doubly sweet for me, and I am so grateful that I have you in my life.

Delia Jane, you are so lovely, so squishy, so dainty, so funny.  How precious you are to me, and I praise God for His favor in our lives by sending you to us.  What an undeserved blessing.  You are my favorite Doodle Bug in the whole world.


I'll love you forever,
 Mommy

Monday, May 21, 2012

Breastfeeding Q.

(Note: this is a post about boobs and breastfeeding...if this weirds you out, we'll catch you next time!)
;)

"I would love to know any breastfeeding issues you encountered with the girls and how you worked through them.  I am trying to get my mind and boobs prepared lol.  ;)"

I'm finally getting around to answering the last question on the list, and it couldn't have come at a better time: LKNgirl just had her little baby!  Congrats!  IF you find the time to check blogs with a new little baby at home, I hope this helps.  ;)

I encountered a few issues regarding breastfeeding with both girls, and I'll tell you what we did to get through it.

1.  Too much milk = major Emery pukes!
When my milk came in with Emery (my now two-year-old), I could not for the life of me figure out why she would nurse and then projectile vomit EVERYTHING right back up!  It was so forceful of a puke that it was hitting the walls, spraying across the room, etc.  Nasty, I know.  After a few calls to the lactation nurse at a hospital near by (and desperately calling a few helpful friends!), we figured out that I was just making a lot more milk than Emery needed.  A good problem to have, but a problem nonetheless.  For awhile until my breasts figured out what in the world they were doing, I had to manually express the first milk until my breasts were not so very full.  Then I would let Emery latch on to nurse, and she would not be so filled up from that thin first milk.  Her little belly would get filled up with the hind milk, and it was heavy enough to stay in her stomach.  After a month or so, things leveled off.

2.  One-sided nursers.
Both of my girls were one-sided nursers for about the first six months of life (minus the first few weeks where I was trying to establish a good milk supply).  With my first baby, this weirded me out and worried me to death.  I thought for sure that my milk would die down if I only her nurse on one side, but, as usual, my body amazed me with its perceptiveness and natural instincts.  If anything, my milk supply regulated itself quicker, and my girlies were full and happy (and FAT!) after just the one side.  It was a bit uncomfortable for me at times, because I'd be a little, well, lopsided.  ;)  My husband assured me you could never tell when I was dressed, and, after a few weeks, the lopsided feeling went away as things regulated a bit more.  At around six or seven months, both girls dropped a few feedings as they started sleeping 12-13 hours at night, so they began to nurse from both sides during the day.  And, wouldn't you know it, the ol' milk bags regulated themselves once more!  ;)  God's design is amazing!

3.  Mastitis...boo.
I've had mastitis twice (so far), and girls, it is brutal.  The first time I got it, I had just started back to work after nursing (not pumping) for about 8 weeks.  When I had to start using my pump multiple times a day, I developed a clogged duct that led to mastitis.  The pumps just don't have the power to really empty all of those ducts like your baby can.  Anyway, both times it felt like I had come down with the flu in a matter of minutes, and then I'd notice huge red welts on my breast at the site of the infection.  Anti-biotics along with warm compresses and showers were the most helpful for me.  I hope you never get mastitis, but if you do, don't hesitate to go to the doctor asap...and don't stop nursing!  That was the hardest part.  It hurts.  A lot.  But I didn't want to give up future months of sweet nursing time just because I was hurting for a few days.  Once the antibiotics kicked in, it was much better, and we made it out on the other side!

4.  Sippy cup (and bottle!!!) snobbery.
Neither of my girls liked taking a bottle.  Delia is still hit and miss, and we have tried EVERY bottle under the sun and every trick in the book.  Sometimes they'd take a bottle if I had to be gone; sometimes they'd refuse.  Emery even held out over a three-day weekend once when we went with friends to Dallas!  Stubborn girls.  Still don't have this issue figured out...I'll let you know if I do!  ;)

When Emery reached the age of being able to take a sippy cup, she refused.  Nope.  Wasn't having it.  She just wanted to nurse!  I continued to nurse her until she was about 14 months old, but I couldn't keep up.  I was already four months pregnant with Delia, and my body just couldn't handle all of that gestating and lactating for much longer!!  ;)  I was pooped.  So.  Looking back, I wish I had started trying out the different sippy cups a little sooner with Emery so that she'd become more interested in them and less interested in nursing.  It was hard to let go of our nursing time together as many mommies can attest to, but I do think I should have been a little more firm in making her learn to use the cups.  As a last ditch effort, our pediatrician suggested putting chocolate milk in her sippy cup to at least get her to learn to use it, and it worked!!  We weaned her off of the chocolate milk after a week or so, and, after a couple of weeks, she weaned herself from the breast.  Ta da!

5.  Extras.
We had a few issues at the hospital with learning to latch, positioning, etc, but those seemed to work themselves out before we left.  I've never really struggled with chapping or bleeding, because I was told to be religious about applying lanolin cream after each nursing during those first months.  So I did!  Finding places to nurse in public can be a bit tricky (I'm not much for nursing under a cover, but I know some friends who love it!), but it never was that big of a deal.  Nursing bras are not sexy...but it's only for a short season of life!  ;)

Hope this helps anyone reading who is a breastfeeding mama or hopes to become one!
What issues did some of you girls run into?  Any ideas on the anti-bottle standoff?!

;)

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Monday, May 14, 2012

Mama Love.

Heading out the door to church on Mother's Day.  Emery had picked me a flower and was entirely consumed by that little white pansy.  She couldn't be bothered to cheese for the paparazzi (Daddy).  ;)  These two make me the proudest Mama in the world...seriously.  Love them.

Fiddler on the Roof at the Tulsa PAC with my main squeeze.  SO excited we got to go out for a date together, AND on Mother's Day!  Perfect.  (Props to Papa for keeping the girls.  Thank you!)

I'd recently been reminiscing about my great-grandmother, Opal.  I have it on good authority that I was her favorite grand-baby (...granted, I was the only one for about four years;), and my very first memory of all includes her.  She would take me to a little white table and chairs under some grapevine in her backyard, and we would have tea parties.  Anyway, I was thinking about my great-grandmother, and I started perusing opal jewelry as sort of a way to remember her.  I'd pinned a few on Pinterest and then pretty much forgot about it a few days later.  On Mother's Day, the girls (and their incredibly thoughtful and sneaky Daddy) had bought me one of the opal rings I'd found.  So precious to me.  The ring and my husband and my memories with my Gigi.

On Saturday, we had met up with Russell's family to spread a little mama love.  Emery was way cheesing it up for these pics.  She either won't look at the camera, or I get the above expression.  Sigh.  Tis the way with toddlers, I suppose.  ;)

Anyway, I'd ordered some hand painted silhouettes of the girlies from my lovely friend Kelly.  They turned out so great!  She did an awesome job, and both grandmothers were very touched.  My mom has two sets of silhouettes of my sister and me from when we were younger, so I thought this might be just the thing.  Thanks, Kelly!

I hope you had a special Mother's Day!

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Marms.


To the Mom who showed me how to be a Mom...

...Happy Mother's Day.

I love you, Marms!

Friday, May 11, 2012

Wednesday, May 09, 2012

Engagement Night Pics.

Thought you guys might enjoy seeing these (amazing!) pictures taken the night of my little sister's engagement.  You can read the story here if you missed it.  Such a special night!!!

(The boy who stole my sister's heart.  He done good. :)

(The cheering section!  We were all so proud of ourselves for a.) not spilling the beans, and b.) executing 'The Plan' just right!)

(Her gorgeous ring just about took my breath away.  Again I say...he done good.)

(Sisters.  Super cool sisters. ;)

(Our family...plus one!  Oh my, Russell is V.E.R.Y. excited about the addition of testosterone to the group.)

(My baby sister!)

(Love.)
(Also, please ignore the gigantic yellow wallet protruding from my pocket.  I'd gone purse-less for all of the running about and hiding that took place that evening, thusly my pockets were stuffed to the brim.)

(The Hart girls.)

(Official iPhone pictures of the rock.)

(Love my girls!!!)


Such a wonderful night.  These pictures are priceless to her...and me!!

:)

(Per reader request...here's the bling!)
:)