Monday, July 29, 2013

Who's rolling?

She just rolled over!

So first of all, I have to mention that I actually said the words, "She just doesn't seem like she's going to roll over anytime soon. I don't know -- maybe she just won't?" to some colleagues today at my first day back at work. I guess Greta could sense my doubt and decided to show me just how bad I am at predicting baby development.

So around 7pm  I was texting Casey this picture and commenting about how much better she's gotten at tummy time.

About a half hour before rolling over.
Casey was telling me about how she seems to be changing everyday now. Then Ben came down and I put her back on her belly and was raving about how proud I was of her chill attitude towards tummy time. He replied that he agreed with Casey that she's changing a lot and said she really enjoyed hanging out in one of Asher's exersaucers today. (Her experience in his other exersaucer last week had given me the impression that she was not quite big enough yet...see picture below.) 

Last week's exersaucer experience . . . she didn't really move. Like, not at all.  

All of a sudden, I felt her against my knee and saw and heard her head bump on the floor. "Be careful..." I said in my mama tone -- half warning, half comforting. And then I realized that she was on her back. 

Me: Ummm... did she just roll over?
Ben: I guess so. Because you put her down on her belly . . . and now she's on her back. Oh God. It begins. 


Friday, July 26, 2013

Proud Mama

Ben had to go back to Wisconsin to drop of the rental car and pick up our car after the repairs. This necessitated an overnight trip, which meant that I was on my own with the little Gretstar. *

I should note that, since Greta was born, she has never slept in a house with only one adult. Whether she was with us or with her grandparents, or her grandparents and us, or (at one point during the heyday of the family visiting) with her parents, both sets of grandparents, her uncle and one of her aunts, Greta has always had at least two adults in the house overnight. I also had had very little time at all (day or night) when I was alone with the baby. Since Ben was able to take time off this month, we've been together with her for all but a few hours here and there. 

So I went into this overnight with quite a bit of trepidation, but I have to say, I'm really pleased with how things went, although they weren't easy. 

I am going to take a moment to log the events of this occasion -- from yesterday morning, through until Ben returned home a few hours ago --  since they are significant to me. Feel free to skip ahead to the "highlights" section at the end if this kind of inelegant time-logging disinterests you. 

5am -- I woke up and pumped. Then I showered and dressed. 
6:30am -- I left the house and got some caffeine and food at Starbucks and then drove down to Eagen because I had a teacher licensing exam. 
7am -- I arrived at the community college where I was to take the test. Once I found it, I drove around looking for a place to discreetly pump without having to use a bathroom stall. 
7:25am -- I park at a local public park and pump with my hand pump. Thankfully, the dude mowing the lawns seems pretty oblivious. 
8am -- I drive back to the testing site and check in, asking for a place to put my milk. 
8:45am -- I start the test. I'd hoped it would be fun, but it isn't. :-( 
11:30am -- Test is finished and preliminary scoring says I passed. I grab my milk and other belongings and head back home. 
Noon -- I arrive home, grab some hummus and crackers and sit down to nurse. Ben leaves. Baby falls sound asleep while nursing on the first side, making it difficult to get her to finish the feeding. 
1:00pm -- Pack up and head to visit my uncle and cousins. This is harder than usual, since it's just me (I can't do my usual, "You get the baby and I'll get the diaper bag and nursing pillow," thing.) Somehow, I manage to get the baby, the stroller, the diaper bag, and my nursing pillow and other accouterments into the car. I do the baseless install for the car seat, since the base is in limbo while we wait for our "family car" to come back from WI. 
2:30pm -- Bid farewell to family and head to Casey's house for visiting time. Get Jimmy John's and start nursing around 4-somthingish. Enjoy lovely time with Casey. 
6:30pm -- Leave Casey's house and head home. 
7:52pm -- Call Ben to ask him whether he thinks I should just put her to bed after this feeding, or whether I should try to keep her up afterwards and do another feeding later on. Decide to try to put her to bed after this one. Reassure Ben that everything is going well. 
7:57pm -- Think to myself about how the only thing that could suddenly make this a lot harder would be a crazy diaper blowout. Prep everything (meds, nursing stuff, the works) while baby chills in the car seat. 
7:07pm -- Go to get baby. Baby is smiling. Pick baby up. Poop is EVERYWHERE. On the onesie, in the car seat, dripping from the diaper onto the floor . . . 
7:08pm -- Panic. 
7:09pm -- Call Ben. Ask what he thinks my priorities should be. Baby is hungry, baby is filthy, clothes and car seat are filthy. 
7:11pm -- After consulting Ben, I give the baby a bath (this is a first for me -- Ben is usually the bathtime pro) and put her in a new diaper. 
7:20pm -- I leave the car seat and onesie for now and just get her nursing, since she is frantic at this point. While nursing, I desperately try to find instructions for how to clean the carseat, but without looking at the seat itself, they make no sense. Halfway through, I give Greta her meds and put a sleeper on her. I finish nursing and put her to bed where she falls asleep, thankfully. 
8:30pm -- I clean the poop off the floor. FaceTime with Ben, who helps me interpret the instructions for carefully removing the seat cover of the car seat and then I put it and the onesie in the wash. 
9:00pm -- Shower. 
9:20 pm -- I get hungry. Empty the dishwasher while making a single-serve frozen bbq pizza and eat. 
9:50pm -- Note soreness in my breasts and decide to pump before bed. Take car seat pads out of washer and lay out to dry. 
10:45pm -- Get in bed. Get up several times to do things I've forgotten (like get my phone charger). 
12:00am-3:00am -- Greta wakes up intermittently and fusses. I go in and put the pacifier back in her mouth a few times. 
3:18am -- She seems hungry, so I decide it's time for her to eat. I consider nursing her, since it hasn't been so long since my last pump session that I'm overly-engorged and in pain. What if she doesn't go back to sleep afterwards? What if she doesn't fully drain me and  I spend an hour nursing, only to have to then still pump afterwards? And how will I give her her vitamins except in a bottle of milk? I decide that I don't want to risk it. I bring her down for the bottle I prepared the previous evening. She fusses while I'm in the kitchen putting the vitamins in the bottle, but smiles huge smiles every time I reappear. She takes the bottle, but keeps turning towards me as though she's expecting to latch while I have her snuggled into the crook of my arm. Seems very confused as to why I'm giving her a bottle. 
3:45am -- Put baby back down to sleep. Swaddle her "arms out" and go back down to pump. Watch her on the monitor while I'm getting pump stuff ready. Note that she is not going to sleep. Go back up two or three times to give her her pacifier and note that she is still not going back to sleep. I need her to sleep, though, because I now need to pump. Finally give in and go up and swaddle her. She falls asleep immediately. 
4:15am -- Pump. Deal with milk. Fill and run dishwasher. 
6am -- Get back in bed. 
7:20am -- Greta wakes up and is ready to eat. I bring her down, change her diaper and nurse her. While doing so, I get curious and decide to see if she'll latch on without the nipple shield. To my amazement, not only does she latch back on, but it doesn't hurt. Crazyness! She hasn't done that since she was a newborn, and at the time, it was pure agony for me when she latched on. Since then, on the random occasions when she's put her mouth on my nipple before I get the nipple shield on, it has also hurt like crazy. But for some reason when I put her on now (after using the nipple shield first for awhile in order to draw out the nipple and so that she's not ravenous), she doesn't cause me horrible pain! 
9:00am -- Celebrate! Put Greta into the stroller and go to Starbucks. Meet a neighbor on the way back. 
10:00am -- Try to start writing this post, but am interrupted by suddenly-hungry baby. Go to text Casey to tell her I've unlocked the front door for her (she was planning to come over around 10:30) and realize that I don't have my phone. And that it's in the stroller. In the garage. Pick up baby, go outside and get phone. 
10:10am -- Change diaper. Get baby back on breast. Realize that, although I've retrieved the phone from the garage, I've now left it by the changing mat. Clutch hungry baby to breast and keep nursing her while walking over to phone and grab it. Text Casey. 
10:45ish? -- Casey and Asher arrive for awesome-fun-happy-times.
Noon -- Ben comes home. 

Highlights
1. I dealt with a crazy diaper blow-out all by myself -- including giving her a bath (which I've never done alone before, or even taken the lead) and removing and washing the car seat pad. 
2. I got very comfortable with doing the baseless install with the infant seat. 
3. I nursed without the nipple shield for the first time since Greta was a newborn! And it didn't hurt!
4. I continued nursing while getting up and crossing the room.
5. I did the morning feeding all by myself -- even though that meant bottle feeding and pumping. (I very much hope I never have to exclusively pump for a baby -- it is HARD to do both tasks by oneself.) 

What's the point of all this? As you may have guessed, although this is probably no biggie for lots of mamas, it was a huge deal to me. Ben and I have really gotten into a routine -- especially with Greta's nighttime and morning patterns -- and so to have half of the team be gone was really a huge adjustment. But I did it! And I didn't go crazy. I feel really pleased and independent. And I have a huge appreciation for stay-at-home parents and especially single parents. Many thanks need to be given to Casey, my Uncle Brian, and my cousins -- Aaron and Katharine -- for helping me stay distracted! And to Ben, for believing in me and talking me through the disassembly of the car seat. 

And now, because I am a Proud Mama, I will end with a cute little comparison: 



Me (Arden), circa 1984


Greta, 2013

* Note: This post was written on Wednesday, July 24, but I had technical difficulties that prevented me from posting until today. Now that it's July 26, I might as well go ahead and give a Happy 6 Month shout-out to Asher!

Friday, July 19, 2013

4 Months

One of the things that I love about the number 12 is that it has many factors. So last month, when Greta turned 3 months old, we were a quarter of the way through her first year -- and now, only one month later, we're already a third of the way through her first year! It's a little crazy to think about and while I'm not happy that she's growing up, I am excited to be getting closer and closer to my goal of one year of breastfeeding.

Excuse me, Mama . . . I thought this was supposed to be about me? 
On to the the baby details! Greta seems to have changed a lot this month -- particularly in the last two weeks when we've both been off of work. I wonder how much of that is just that I spend more time with her and see more of the changes. For whatever it's worth, there are definitely some interesting points to note!

Tummy Time's Not So Bad!

Greta has always hated tummy time. Sometimes she tolerated it better than others and sometimes she fussed the second that she was placed on her belly. Often, she'd just spit up on her playmat and make a mess. I worried a lot about her motor skills and whether she was developing okay even though we couldn't do tummy time all that much. Her pediatrician wasn't worried and so we tried to not stress about it too much. 

Then she suddenly started tolerating it a lot better. I got home from work one day and Ben said she'd done 5 minutes of tummy time -- I'd only ever seen her go longer than a minute maybe once or twice, and she'd usually started fussing before the one-minute mark. This was a huge shift! Ever since then, she's much happier in tummy time. She still struggles and grunts, but she will often smile and seems much more content with the struggle than she was before. It's not her favorite, but she's getting better.


Baby's First Word? 

July 1 was our first day of break all together. Ben and I were sitting at the dining table and Greta was in the little seat that comes off of her swing. She was happily babbling to herself and Ben and I were each reading. All of a sudden, I heard a sweet little voice say, "Hi." I was startled and looked up at her, to see her smiling mischievously, quite pleased with herself. I looked over at Ben and sputtered, "Did you hear that?" He shrugged as if to say ain't no thang and said, "Yeah, she says hi." 

It was super cool. She had babbled "hi" and "yeah" a few times before, but this was clear-as-a-bell, sounds-just-like-the-word. Even though I knew it was just babbling, I spent most of the rest of the day crouched over her, chatting with her, saying "hi" to her over and over and trying to get her to say it again and again. Sometimes she did, sometimes she didn't, but it was so fun to hear.


Chatty baby!

A few days later, we traveled to Wisconsin to visit Annie, Sean and Walter. Walter, like many toddlers, also enjoys saying "hi" to people -- often greeting people not only at the beginning of a conversation, but frequently throughout it. One time, Ben, Annie and I were all talking and Walter was repeating, "Hi" to Greta, who had just finished nursing and was looking at him over my shoulder. All of a sudden, I cut Ben off mid-sentence because I noticed that not only was Walter saying, "Hi!" to Greta, but she was smiling and in her tiny voice she was saying, "Hi . . .hi . . .hi" to him as well. It was adorable!

It's important to count the baby's toes multiple times a day. Walter took to this task with enthusiasm. 
The jury's still out on whether it's her "first word" or not. On one hand, she definitely uses it as a greeting and a way to solicit interaction with people -- on the other hand, she isn't exactly consistent about it (sometimes she'll respond back with all kinds of other sounds, and other times she doesn't respond at all). Whether it is or it isn't, it's very fun!

Baby's First Car Accident? 

This one is much less exciting and unfortunately doesn't need a question mark because it definitely wasn't in our imagination. On our way to visit the lovely Annie, Sean and Walter, we hit a deer. Nobody was hurt -- at least not of the human variety (the deer was less fortunate . . . although to be fair, s/he was the one who bolted in front of our car at the last second). Ben and I both described the impact as feeling like little more than a bad pothole, but upon pulling over and surveying the damage, we found our car to be in too bad of condition to drive away. 

Sitting on the side of an unshaded, rural road in Wisconisn, miles from the nearest town, with horseflies bitting at one's ankles and a hot, sweaty baby who needs to nurse is even less fun than you might imagine. Remarkably, Greta handled it like a pro. She wasn't happy about the situation, but she was far less upset than the rest of us. Perhaps because she wasn't feeling  the stress of her parents. I can't believe this sun hat is the only sun protection that my baby has. Do I take her out of the carseat and hold her out here in the sun with all the horseflies? Or do I keep her in the carseat where I can bat the flies away from her before they bite her? How hot is it in that carseat? Will she be okay as long as I keep the door open or does she need more air circulation to not overheat? Should I nurse her now so that she stays hydrated? Or will we both just get unbearably hot? How long will it take the tow truck to get here? And will there be space in the truck cab to install a car seat? Wait a minute -- does the truck even have a back seat in which to install a car seat? 

Hangin' at the side of the road. 
Thankfully, Sean was able and willing to drive their minivan over to our location (an hour away from their home) and pick up us and all our gear. I nursed in the hot car with a thin blanket rigged up in the doorway to provide some shade and a modicum of protection from the flies while giving us a little air circulation. When the tow truck arrived, Greta and I hung out in the air-conditioned vehicle until Sean arrived and they'd loaded all our gear into the truck. Thank goodness for good friends! We all made it to Steven's Point in one piece. 

Through a subsequent conversation with the insurance company, we found out that they wanted us to replace our carseat. Since the newer version of our carseat had come out, this trip ended up resulting in "baby's first seat upgrade."

New Carseat


Finding Toes 

Greta has "found" her toes, as they say. She enjoys hanging on them for most of the day. I don't really understand why these milestones happen this way -- why do babies suddenly not only discover that they can touch their toes, but decide they want to do it constantly? What's the evolutionary advantage of toe-touching? Babies are so weird. 

It's totally cute when she does it all day long, but unfortunately, I think she tries to play with them in her sleep too. She usually sleeps in Halo sleepsacks -- the kinds that allow you to swaddle the arms while leaving the legs in just a sleeping bag environment. Recently, she's begun lifting her legs -- seemingly in her sleep -- and then drops them back down to the mattress with a big THUD. It's like she's doing reverse crunches -- she even has her arms hugged to her chest and everything. She sometimes does it over and over again, and other times she will just do it once (loudly enough to wake me up, but not herself), and then go completely silent again. I don't think it bugs her at all, but it certainly wakes us up! At least my baby will have killer abs. 

Book Baby

Greta likes it when we read books to her, but she has started to show interest in a new way. We recently received an "indestructible" book as a gift. It has no words, just really nice pictures, and it's made of a Tyvex-like material that is extremely durable while also being thin and paper-like. 

The first time I opened this book to show to Greta, she immediately began to reach for the pages. She hadn't shown that kind of interest with board books and I'd never positioned any of our paper books in such a way that she'd be able to grab at them. It was so cool to see her taking charge of a book like that. She loves to hold it and turn the pages. She's not quite "graceful" when it comes to that skill and I am certainly very grateful for the indestructible nature of these books, but it's so fun to watch her interact with a book in this new way.


Moving Towards Mobility

Greta hasn't rolled over yet. We've been pretty okay with that -- after all, the longer she takes to roll over, the less we have to worry about baby-proofing our house. However, in this last week, we saw the beginning stages of mobility. 

Ben had put Greta on her playmat and talked to her and played with her a little before going upstairs. I was sitting at the dining room table -- eating and keeping an eye on her as she played by herself. She was mostly just doing the aforementioned leg lifts. A little while later, I looked at the clock and realized it was time for her to nurse (Greta doesn't really "cue" for her meals anymore -- we've basically got her on a schedule and unless she seems hungry earlier, we just feed her every three hours during the daytime.) I went over to pick her up and noticed that she seemed like she was in a strange place . . . kind of off to one side and, well, a bit askew. I gave her a quizzical look, which she responded to with a big smile. I went upstairs to Ben and said, "Can you come down here and tell me if this is where you left the baby?" He was a bit confused at first, but when he came down, he said, "Uh . . . no, no it's not." 

He reconstructed where he must have put her down and where her head and feet had been, based on what little activities he'd been doing with her before he left. To the best of our knowledge, she'd subtly, sneakily, half-scooted-half-pivoted herself so that she'd moved her core about 3 inches and her head and feet had rotated about 30 degrees counterclockwise. She did it so subtly that to me, across the room, it looked like she was just doing leg lifts and staying in position. 

Three inches may not be much, but we know that this is just the beginning. Mentally bracing ourselves for baby mobility. 


Social Butterfly





I think in general, we're just finding that she's more demanding of our attention now. She is acting more like a kid than an infant. It used to be that all she needed from us was food, diaper changes, and a little help getting to sleep. Any "entertainment" was just icing on the cake -- she enjoyed it, but didn't really miss it when it was gone. In the last month or two, she's definitely become more demanding of our attention. She lets us know when she's just plain bored. She doesn't just want to play by herself as much. Now, if she is in a sociable mood, she begins fussing the moment that we stop interacting with her -- even if we're still in the exact same position. The moment we talk to her and smile at her, she will perk up and be fine -- and the moment we look back at our book, or computer or phone, she will let us know that she's displeased. Maybe this is her way of trying to limit our screen time.




Wardrobe Updates

Greta is still in size 1 diapers and they still seem to fit her pretty well. Although, at her 4 month check-up, we accidentally put a size 2 diaper on her after the weigh-in and it seemed to fit her pretty well too. So maybe we'll just use up the last of our Size 1's and then try out a Size 2 (although Size 1's are the best deal, so we're trying not to jump the gun on that change).

As far as clothing, she's solidly in 3-6 month clothing. She can still fit into some of her 0-3 month pieces, but we have enough 3-6 outfits that we're going to send all her 0-3 stuff along to Michelle and Chris (my sister and brother-in-law) for when their baby arrives in August/September. On that same note, we received a shipment of clothing from them, on loan until their baby grows into it. I love exchanging clothing like this. The box had enough adorable outfits to keep her clothed for quite awhile!

Greta's 4-Month Birthday photo -- sporting a summery onesie on loan from her cousin-to-be!


The More Things Change . . .

In a lot of ways, Greta hasn't changed so much as she's just grown in her experiences and interests. For example, she's always loved light fixtures. I suppose, then, it shouldn't have been surprising that when we visited the MIA with her, she was most taken with the chandelier in one of the period rooms.

A new take on an old favorite. 

Similarly, her interest in standing has really taken off. If she's a bit fussy, that's my "go-to" maneuver. She always looks so pleased with the world when we do it. I love the way that she begins grinning and looking around immediately, as though to say, "Yes! A fresh perspective!" 



We've been running the air conditioner pretty frequently, but earlier in the month, she continued her love of the fan. 


Again, so glad this baby isn't mobile yet! She's already eager to touch the fan!

Can't wait to see what the next month brings!

Sunday, July 14, 2013

These days are precious.

I can't believe how unbelievably lucky I am.

Going back to work at 7 weeks postpartum was very difficult. It was exhausting and hectic to return to work, but it was also great to be back in the classroom and return to a sense of "normalcy" -- even if it was a very different "new normal" than what I had been used to.

To be honest, I was excited but also a little nervous about having the month of July off with my baby. I had experienced only a few days alone with her during my maternity leave and I remembered them as being very challenging -- tiring (Will this baby ever take a nap so I can get some sleep?), confusing (Is she hungry again? I feel like I just finished feeding her . . .) and just generally stressful (If things are difficult now, what will it be like when I go back to work?). I wasn't sure what, if anything, would make the summer with her easier than my maternity leave had been.

Then, something amazing happened. Ben needed to burn off some PTO days. A lot of PTO days. He asked for the entire month of July off and, to our delight, he was approved.

We're two weeks in and I still can't believe how happy I am. Every day feels like an amazing gift. I don't know if it's because Greta is out of the "fourth trimester" or whether it's because Ben and Greta and I have all fallen into a pretty reliable and pleasant schedule, or whether it's something else entirely, but I feel like this is the kind of bliss that I have to cherish.

Greta has found her toes and I am perfectly content to watch her hanging onto them while she plays in her gym. The best is when she has a hand on each foot, but also wants to play with a toy. Sometimes she'll take a hand off of a foot for a moment to caress a toy. Sometimes she'll try to touch or hold the toy with her feet. Other times she'll keep a thumb on her foot and reach out with the pinky of the same hand to touch the toy. I could just let the minutes pass by, talking to her and watching her decision-making process as she weighs her relative priorities.



Since Ben and I are both second-born children, I get a little bittersweet about this month -- realizing that this is the kind of attention that we will probably only get to lavish upon our family this one summer. Future children, if there are any, will not enjoy this kind of attention -- even if we could take a whole month off of work again, the attention would still be shared between the siblings.

It's something that just has to be accepted, but as a fan of symmetry, it's still hard to do. Do I wish my parents had never had me, because if they'd stopped at one child there would be no inequity between the two? No, not really. There are lots of reasons that I am glad that I was born and I don't actually remember feeling particularly neglected as a second child. And there are even advantages -- for example, my sister cites the years that I got with my parents after she went away to college as a source of jealousy for her. I also never knew the frustration of being an only child and then having a younger intruder sibling enter the family.

In education, we often talk about how "fair"is not the same as "equal' -- meaning, that we must do our best to give every individual what he or she needs, rather than trying to make sure that everyone gets the same thing. I think the best Ben and I can do as parents is to make sure that Greta and any future siblings experience childhoods that feel fair, even though there is no way to make them equal.

And of course there's a possibility that Greta will remain our only child, which makes fretting over differences between her experience and that of our hypothetical second child particularly pointless.

No, the only thing to be done is to cherish every moment. I don't need to worry about being a parent of two right now because I only have one. I don't need to worry about all the difficult developmental phases yet to come, because right now my baby is the sweetest person I can imagine. I don't need to worry about how things will change again in two weeks when I'm back at work and life gets crazy again because I can only commit to being grateful and happy for the time that we have together as a family of three, making the most of each joyful day.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

A Few Breastfeeding Surprises

Yesterday, I was nursing Greta and just enjoying the closeness and the sweetness of the moment. I don't always enjoy nursing, and so when I have those moments when it can be just calm and lovely and sweet, I cherish them.

It also reminded me that I'd been wanting to post about some things that surprised me about breastfeeding -- things I didn't know, or wish someone had told me ahead of time. So here are some things that I've been surprised by with my breastfeeding journey.

First of all, every woman is different and every woman's experience with breastfeeding is different. This seems like it should be obvious -- since it is drilled into us that each pregnancy and birth is different. But it feels even more true for breastfeeding. For example, the biggest myth that I heard about breastfeeding was that If it hurts, you're doing it wrong. Nope. Breastfeeding can hurt no matter how good the baby's latch is. Greta didn't have a perfect latch, but even when the nurses and lactation consultants told me that it looked great, I was still in a ton of pain. There's no need to keep trying to get a better latch just because it hurts. If the latch is deemed "correct," and it still hurts, the mom shouldn't have to beat herself up with trying to get a better latch -- she can either find ways to manage the pain as it is, or she can choose an alternative method of feeding, but it just doesn't make any sense to make her feel like she's doing something wrong. It still hurts to breastfeed most days, but my baby seems to be getting food and my supply doesn't seem to be dropping.

Speaking of supply drops, I wish that someone had told me that all the "rules" for breastfeeding are actually quite individualized. I broke many of the rules and didn't suffer the ill consequences that I'd been told to expect. I understand that the rules are there to prevent problems -- even if those problems are rare -- but I think I would have appreciated some advice on how to navigate which rules to follow and which to not. I don't think I could have gotten through the first few weeks of breastfeeding without having broken the rules.

Arden's List of Broken Rules
1. Any amount of formula can ruin your chances of breastfeeding success. We gave Greta formula the first night home from the hospital, when she was inconsolable, had been dropping weight, and my milk hadn't come in yet. Later that week when we were having so many problems with failed feeding attempts, a half-ounce of formula at the start of each feed to calm her down and get her ready to nurse was our saving grace. Still later, when I was desperate to get out of the house with my baby, having a bottle of water and some pre-measured formula in the diaper bag was a great relief and required much less planning than prepping some milk or attempting to breastfeed in public. Honestly, as weird as it sounds, formula has kept me breastfeeding. I can't remember the last time that she got formula -- it was probably a month ago or more -- but having it available is hugely beneficial from a psychological perspective.
2. You should never use a nipple shield, or should wean yourself and your baby off of it as soon as possible. I don't know if this is true, but I do know that I still use a nipple shield and have no particular desire to try to wean us off of it. I am considering trying to do that this month, since I am on break from school and will be nursing more frequently, but I just don't see a strong reason to do it. Maybe my supply would  have been better if I hadn't used it, but I think my nipples get plenty of stimulation even with the shield on. So the other main reason is for my own convenience, and, at least so far, that's just not a good enough reason for me.
3. You should wait to introduce a bottle. I've heard the exact opposite from most other moms. In fact, I can't think of anyone I know who regrets introducing a bottle early on, but I can think of several parents who have told me that their baby refused the bottle when they weren't introduced to it until later. I will say, though, that I think it helped that we used the Breastflow bottles (that require the compression and suction in order to work), so that Greta didn't get too used to drinking her milk quickly.
4. You should nurse whenever possible, and never pump unless you physically cannot be with your baby (for work, etc). I pump every morning even though my baby might be sleeping just upstairs, or even receiving a bottle of breastmilk just a few feet away. I always feel the need to justify the fact that we do this, but to be honest, it's just better. First of all, nursing is a miserable experience when you're already really tired. I know a lot of people say that you can just nurse while sleeping in the side-lying position, but I'm totally uncomfortable with the idea of being asleep while nursing. I struggle enough with worrying that my baby's airways aren't clear when she's pressed against my breast -- I don't need the additional worry of being unconscious for that time. Second, because she sleeps (mostly) through the night, it feels silly to let all that extra milk go to waste by just nursing and reducing my supply. By having trained my body to get used to a pump session in the mornings, I can usually get two full meals of milk pumped, even though she only drinks one at around that time of day. Third, if I had to wake up (and wake her up) early enough that I could get in a full breastfeeding session before needing to leave for work, I'd have to set my alarm for 3:30am. I feel totally justified in breaking the nursing-only rule for those three reasons, even if it means that my baby only gets 2 nursing sessions a day with me on workdays. Even beyond breaking that rule for my morning pump sessions, though, I have to say that I would have gone insane if I hadn't been able to miss a feeding here and there and pump instead. Even in those first few weeks, it was wonderful to go out for a little break and have someone else give her a bottle for her next feeding.
5. You have to vary your feeding positions. Watch -- as soon as I post this, I'm going to come down with plugged ducts and mastitis, but the truth is that I nurse in the exact same position everytime. I can't even remember the last time that we used the football hold, and I've never tried the side-lying position since the hospital. I think that pumping might help with this -- since the pump only has one way of draining the breast too, either my breasts just adjust how they produce the milk, or maybe the pump just does a better job of extracting the milk evenly, even if it's not as efficient as a baby. Or maybe I'm just lucky.

So those are my broken rules. I might be forgetting some, but basically my motto is that breastfeeding is all about getting the milk into the baby by any means necessary. Maybe, if I had been another woman, breaking even just one of these rules would have immediately reduced my supply and ended my breastfeeding experience early and completely. But I think it was worth the risk for me, since I know I wouldn't have lasted very long if I hadn't bent some of these rules.

Now onto the rest of the things I wish I had known about breastfeeding.

Nursing takes much more time than I had expected. When Greta was first born, we'd basically wake her up, change her diaper, nurse, burp, nurse and then put her back down to sleep. When we looked at the clock after putting her back down to sleep, we'd have only about an hour and a half or so before the next cycle would need to start again. And that was on a good cycle. Sometimes it was as little as 30 minutes before nursing would start again. And that was adhering to the 3 hour rule -- imagine how infuriating it was to hear home health nurses and lactation consultants say, "Well, it's every 2-3 hours, so every 3 hours is the minimum, but you should be aiming for more frequent feedings . . ." If we'd nursed every 2 hours, she would never have gotten any sleep! Even now, nursing still takes at least 40 min to an hour each time -- and can still easily take as long as an hour and half.

If I don't have help, it takes even longer. If I can't get ready and settled for nursing while someone else changes her diaper . . . if I have to get up and hunt around for a burp cloth when I forget to bring one over before we get started . . . if I have to prep a beverage or a snack for myself ahead of time, instead of letting someone else do that after I already have her latched on . . . it can take so much longer.

Pumping takes more time than I'd expected too. I spend about 2 hours a day hooked up to a pump and expressing milk, but pumping is more time consuming than that. I remember watching a "how-to" video for a pump before I got pregnant. I was nervous about pumping, and the video made it seem like SO much work -- setting up the pump, washing all the materials, etc. But little did I know, it would feel even more time consuming than that. Maybe I make things needlessly complicated, but I always sit down with a big glass of ice water every time I pump. And for my morning pump session when I've just woken up, I want a snack to be handy, because the worst thing in the world is getting hooked up to a pump and being unable to think about anything except how much you wish you'd gotten a snack. Actually, the worst thing is being unable to think about anything except how much you wish you'd gone to the bathroom. So add that to the pre-pumping to-do list. I also use a heating pad to help with the letdown, so that takes time to heat up. And putting on the hands-free bustier thing and checking to make sure everything is attached correctly takes time too. Add it all up, and I can easily spend 15 minutes preparing for a 20 minute pumping session. Obviously, when I'm at work, I don't have that kind of luxury, though, which may explain why my output is so much lower.

Planning around one's breasts is a huge hassle. It's hard enough to plan around your baby's feeding schedule, but planning around your breasts is a whole other headache. Last Sunday, I marched in the Twin Cities Pride parade. As much as I wanted to bring Greta to the big event, it wasn't practical to bring the baby, the breastfeeding pillow, etc and finding a comfortable place to nurse would have been extremely difficult because of the crowds. So marching in the parade meant leaving the baby at home and taking a bus downtown, marching in the parade, and taking the bus back. With crowds and variable bus schedules (the bus I took ended up being over 25 minutes late), I was pretty anxious about how long I was going to be away from both pump and baby. She had plenty of milk in the fridge, but my breasts were going to be in agony if I was unavoidably delayed. I ended up packing my handpump in my purse, even though I don't know where I would have pumped (under a shady tree in Loring Park?) if I had needed to use it. Thankfully I was able to get home fast enough that I was uncomfortable, but able to manage.

It isn't free. Everyone always talks about how breastfeeding is so great because it's free. It's less than formula, but it isn't free. It might be free if I stayed at home all day, and never put on clothes, but that's really about it. The moment that I step outside of the house, the breastfeeding costs start adding up. There is the expense of the nursing tanks and bras (estimate: $250 for 4 bras and about 7 tanks -- purchased mostly at Target, with a few items from Motherhood) and the breast pads to prevent the leakage (about $6 per month for the generic disposable ones or, if you wash them every week, you can buy re-usable ones for about $20, but they don't stay in place as well in my experience) in order to just put on nursing-friendly clothes and get outside the house. And that's not including nursing-friendly tops (it assumes that you wear a regular shirt over a nursing tank or bra, which may mean exposing your belly everytime you nurse . . .) if you add in a few nursing-friendly shirts and dresses, your wardrobe can get much more pricey. Since it is summer now, I'm totally coveting a nursing summer dress, since I can't wear any of my normal dresses anymore.

If you go to work at all, then there's a whole other set of expenses. There's the pump itself (which might be covered by insurance, if you're lucky like me, but might cost up to $300 if a woman's insurance doesn't pay for it). Then there are the bottles and accessories. There are some that come with the pump, but we bought extras because I was so stressed by the limited time for pumping at work and didn't want to fuss with washing bottles at work. So the accessory kits were $24 each and we bought two. And if you're working and pumping, you often need storage bags, unless you have enough pump bottles for all your milk and don't plan on freezing any. Greta gets mostly fresh milk and I use the bags only for freezing, so we only go through about 10 bags a week and they cost about $8 for 50. Oh, and the handpump, which comes in handy for Gay Pride parades and car trips, costs $30 and wasn't covered by insurance (at least, not if I also wanted the double electric pump that I need for work). And if you're pumping and giving the baby bottles, you still have to pay for those bottles (I'm guessing around $30 total for the year, since we wash them frequently). And drying racks are expensive too -- and we bought two because the first one we bought didn't have a high enough capacity (so about $25 for the two of them, although if we'd just bought the high capacity one to start, it would have been $13).

Then there are the personal comfort expenses. You might need them, you might not. I still use a breastfeeding pillow and a nipple shield. And we have lost a few nipple shields and feel more comfortable when we have more than one in the house, so we've probably bought about 5 of them total -- and they cost about $9 each. And if you need/like nipple cream, that costs money too. We received all our nipple cream as gifts, but the ones that I used would have cost $10 each if we had purchased them ourselves. My breastfeeding pillow and extra cover cost about $40. We already had a cheap stool, but nursing stools run about $35-40.

I'm probably forgetting some more expenses, but you get the general point. And it's not including the opportunity cost of the lost time. I haven't been back to work at the Science Museum since Greta was born, for example, because I'd end up spending about a quarter of my usual shift time pumping. My salaried job doesn't dock me for my pump breaks, but some women have to take their pump breaks unpaid at their regular jobs.

So for a year of breastfeeding, I expect to spend at least $600 (and remember I didn't have to pay for my big pump). Cheaper than formula? You betcha -- especially since most of those items can be re-used for a second child. Free? Not unless you regularly throw away $600.

Nursing is exhausting. There's the physical act of holding yourself in place (often in an uncomfortable position) for the amount of time that your baby nurses, and then there's the calorie burn associated with nursing, and then there's the hormones which can make you nod off even if you were alert when you started nursing. And then there's the tiring factor of how long it takes to nurse and how little time you have for everything else. It's just plain tiring to nurse. And most of that exhaustion goes for pumping too.

So all in all, breastfeeding is a lot more work than I'd expected. It drives me a little crazy when I hear people talk about how breastfeeding is, "simple, convenient and free!" because for most women -- at least those who like to put on clothes or leave their homes or have to work -- it just isn't. What drives me super-insane is when I read reports that try to answer the question of "Why don't women breastfeed longer?" and the answer seems to be coming back to the "stigma of breastfeeding" or "misinformation in hospitals," when the fact is, it's just an awful lot of work -- especially for someone who was just pregnant for 9 months and recently popped out a baby. And it's especially hard when the "gold standard" is such a lofty goal. Exclusive breastfeeding is ideal, but I already know that I can't win that badge because of the formula that we've given Greta. I'd be lying if I said there weren't days when I think about quitting simply because I know that I can't consider Greta and myself to be part of the CDC's Healthy People 2020 46.2% goal for exclusive breastfeeding during the first 3 months. I know that the CDC isn't disappointed with me as a person, but it's hard not to take these things personally.  I wish there were some kind of middle-ground goal or recommendation for people who fall short of the exclusive breastfeeding ideal. For example, they have "first 3 months" and "first 6 months" exclusive breastfeeding goals, but if Greta's exclusively breastfed for months 3-6, does that count for anything? Does anyone study babies who were given formula? It feels like all the comparisons are made between "formula fed" and "exclusively breastfed" babies -- with parents keeping careful track of how much their babies eat and how much weight they gain, etc, one would think that they'd have a way to compare gradations of breastfeeding -- for example, similarly-sized babies who consume only breastmilk versus babies who (on average) consume x ounces of formula a week and the rest is breastmilk.

But breastfeeding isn't a science. It's an art. And it's an art that often masquerades as a science, which is the most frustrating form of art. Which is why in no situations is breastfeeding more confusing than when it is being described as birth control.

I have a pretty firm goal of not getting pregnant again for awhile. When Ben and I were researching birth control methods and back-up birth control methods, we looked into the LAM method. LAM, when used correctly and consistently, is considered one of the most effective methods of birth control. Unfortunately, unlike the progestin-only birth control pill that I take everyday, the "rules" for effective use of LAM are spotty at best. In searching for information, I found so much conflicting information -- even among reports intended for healthcare providers who were to educate women about LAM. It was very frustrating how often I found the advice that LAM would only work if a woman "doesn't go too long between feedings at night." What's "too long" mean? Are you really going to tell a new mother that she should doubt any amount of extra sleep that her baby starts to give her? Can we please just agree on a number of hours? On the Association of Reproductive Health Professionals website, I found a number -- 6 hours. But the fact that so many resources did not cite this exact number of hours makes me trust it less. That website also highlighted the conflicting information about pumping. In their video, the nice lady explains exclusive breastfeeding as "that means no formula or other baby foods." Yet, in the text of their website, a parenthetical comment also cheerfully reminds us, "(no pumping!)"

I can forgive a birth control method for having a limited scope in general, but if you nix pumping, you're talking about a very exclusive group of women that this can appeal to. Other sources say that pumping is perfectly fine (without even any restrictions on the number of times a day that women can pump vs. nurse), while still others say that even a pacifier is unacceptable, since the breast must be used for all of baby's suckling needs. Once again, the lack of any information about the relative effectiveness in the middle ground means that either women are trusting LAM to be effective for them when it is not, or they are stressing about reaching a perfect ideal when they shouldn't have to.

Of course, the video makes it seem as though this is the most stress-free birth control out there. It's touted as "safe, simple, and convenient." I will give them "safe." Simple? Convenient? Let's remember that we are talking about breastfeeding as a birth control method here. What are we comparing breastfeeding to? A shot every three months. A pill once a day. An intrauterine device that doesn't require any special attention once placed except an occasional check. To be honest, in comparison to the alternatives, I can't imagine a less convenient method of birth control than exclusive breastfeeding -- particularly if you weren't already feeding your baby mama's milk and therefore had the full range of options open to you. And simple? If I miss a mini-pill, I know exactly what to do and for how many hours I need to use back-up birth control. If a woman's baby finally sleeps through the night and she finds that she's gone longer than 6 hours between feedings, what's she supposed to do? There's no information on what happens if you don't follow one of the LAM rules -- just that anything less than exclusive nursing makes the method "less effective."

The happy woman in the video also excitedly tells us, "There's nothing to buy!" I'm willing to invest in nursing bras, nipple cream, breast pads, nipple shields, etc because I want to breastfeed my child. But again, as a birth control method, it's definitely more expensive than my free birth control pills. (Even if I weren't insured, they'd be less than $50 per year . . . remember that LAM only works for the first 6 months even if you continue to breastfeed past that.)

Don't get me wrong, I think it's pretty cool that our body "knows" not to get pregnant while we're exclusively feeding a baby. I think that the science of the human body is awesome and I'd guess that breastfeeding alone probably prevents pregnancy for most women -- even if they aren't  following every single LAM rule. But even if it's one of the most effective methods of birth control, it just doesn't seem reliable if the folks in the medical arena can't even agree on what the rules of use are. If every rule that I've seen is true (no pumping, no pacifiers, no sleeping . . .) and if women are expected to follow them all, then this is a method of birth control that could only be utilized by the most elite of exclusive breastfeeders. And since you're not even supposed to have sex for the first six weeks after delivery, it's an awful lot of stress for only 4.5 months of birth control. I'd prefer to keep my pumping (and, therefore, my job), my emergency formula stash, my 7-10 hour nightime break between feedings, and my baby's pacifier . . . and take a pill.

Okay, I've been writing this post in little pieces for the last week, so it's incredibly long and I probably should edit it down. But instead, I'm just going to post it because my baby is about to wake up. So, to sum up, breastfeeding is awesome and I'm going to keep doing it, but I wish people talked more about the downsides instead of leaving them as fun "surprises" for after you've birthed a baby.