Me to Little Man "What color is your sister's hair?"
Little Man: "orange"
Despite the beautiful babies I make, I am anything BUT a walking poster child for pregnancy and breastfeeding.
I talk to so many women who luuuurve being pregnant.
And even more who cherish breastfeeding.
And they all tend to make me feel like something is terribly wrong with me.
I seriously loathe pregnancy.
And breastfeeding isn't really much better.
I don't feel a huge bond with my child while nursing.
I feel sleepy.
(Which is actually completely normal due to the release of endorphins during let down.)
But my point?
Or the point of this post?
Despite the fact that I don't enjoy the nursing process, I can tell you how to make it less painful.
Or what I did to make it less painful.
Not to mention how I avoided the cracking and bleeding that almost all of my friends have complained of.
It's pretty common sense actually.
Think about it.
You don't go out and run a half marathon without prepping your body, right?
So why would you think you could jump right into anything as rigorous as breastfeeding without doing the same?
And actually, I didn't come up with my idea.
About a month before I delivered Little Man, a nurse friend suggested I start scrubbing the "girls" before I showered every day with a rough washcloth.
And then my lactation consultant in the breastfeeding class I took suggested something similar.
And this time around, I talked to at least 4 doctors/nurses/midwives who agreed.
So around 35 weeks, I started my regimen.
And now, 7 weeks later, I am sooooo thankful. I have had little to no pain while nursing-way different from last time-and not a hint of cracking or bleeding yet.
Let down is actually way more painful than nursing is.
What I'm trying to say is, although breastfeeding can tend to be exhausting and painful and- according to some-completely rewarding, and-according to me- completely FREE, with a little preparation, it can also be completely painless.
And that more than makes up for the fact that you feel like a Jersey cow for a small eternity.
I would love to hear from those of you who have breastfed and or attempted to breastfeed to know if you did anything to peep yourself and or if you experienced any of the messy side affects!
Since I realize this information has probably been keeping you up at night, I figured it was time to update you on the status of my weight gain.
Or in this case, weight loss.
2weeks and 2 days ago, I delivered our baby girl, and 2 weeks and 2 days ago, I weighed myself before going to the hospital.
That morning I weighed in at 179.6 lbs.
Exactly 41.2 lbs. more than my pre-prego weight.
Not too shabby.
And since I totally over-document this crap, one week later I weighed in at 169.6 lbs.
But that was before my milk came in.
Right now, I am sitting at 171.6.
2 lbs. of which I am totally blaming on milk.
You know how they say you totally can lose all your weight from breastfeeding? Doesn't work.
At least not for me.
Which means I am probably stuck at this weight until I can start exercising again in another 4 weeks.
And even then, my weightloss will be slow because it won't be based on diet just exercise.
For reference sake, after I had little man, I was a size 18 for the first 4 months.
Today I am wearing a size 14.
All things considered I am much farther ahead this time than I was last time.
But I'm still a little (read: a lot) annoyed at how slow this process is for me and how easy it is for other people.
For now, I won't post any before or after pics, mostly because last time I refused to allow anyone to take my picture for 6 months.
All things considered, at least I'm ahead of that curve...
Not gonna lie.
These days there are a lot of extra hours in my day.
And even more diaper changings.
But somewhere in between, there is time for coupon clipping, bleary eyes, and episodes of the newest musical dramas and fairy tale television.
Not to mention a meltdown or two from my 2 year old.
Overall, I'm trying to figure out what in the world to do with all the extra time I now have on my hands.
I mean its so overwhelming.
You can feel sorry for me.
Just know that while you are snoring at 2 am, I am probably drooling, half-asleep, at Jack Davenport or hating the evil queen who is destroying Storybrooke....
Try not to be too jealous....
It's totally understandable.
Especially when I am the lucky one staring at this...
It's been a week. An exhausting, chaotic, exciting, terrifying week.
I forgot how hard it is to have a newborn...especially in the middle of the night.
I forgot how hard it is to keep a toddler away from a new born...oh wait. Never experienced that before.
Talk about terrifying.
Especially when your toddler is so "all-boy" that he wants to do things like play catch with the baby and share his tractor.
Admittedly, it could be worse so I'll be thankful.
Something else I forgot is just how easy it is to bond with your new baby during these long and lonely midnight feedings.
There was a portion of me who was really worried about not having room in my heart for another baby. Crazy, I know.
But then those first few midnight.feedings happen and that teeny tiny little baby does something simple like grab your finger or curl up on your chest and everything changes.
You end up feeling like the grinch whose "heart grew 3 times that day" and you have more than enough room to love this little person, and to love the others even more.
I don't understand it.
I can't explain it.
But I'm oh so thankful.
In case you wondered or cared how last night turned out....
Baby girl is still snuggly and warm INSIDE my belly.
After having contractions-painful ones-for almost 3 hours last night, baby girl changed her mind and stopped.
More than a little frustrated, I am.
Kinda excited about the new 3d release of Star Wars, I am.
Kinda tired of being pregnant, I am.
And yes, kinda thankful last night wasn't the big night, I am.
I'm surprisingly terrified of having 2 kids.
So what did I do to make it stop, you ask?
Well, first, I called my sister, who is the resident expert on baby-having.
Then I drank a gallon of water and put my feet up.
Although all that led to was needing to pee alot, thus getting me ON my feet a lot.
Tell me, why do they tell you to drink plenty of fluids and lie down?
Do they know what happens to a pregnant woman who drinks lots of fluids and lies down?
Because I do.
And it's really not helpful.
Also, do they know what it's like to attempt to pee while you are having a contraction?
But back to the point at hand...
And about an hour after drinking my water and lying down, my contractions stopped.
I know we are all relieved....
And I'm sure you are so relieved to know that what they say actually works.
Despite all the peeing....