When I first became pregnant, the idea of breastfeeding was uncharted territory. My mother had not been able to bf me...but she had my brothers. She let me know her thoughts. I had a few friends that also shared their thoughts. So, I was interested.
I was nervous, to say the least. Once our son was born, I tried in the hospital. Needless to say, he inherited my fiery Spanish temper... and it was not an easy task to attempt. After many failed attempts, I was almost ready to give up.
LC specialists came in... often cramming my tiny little man's head into my chest - which only served to anger him further. A day and a half went by, and I was reduced to tears. My baby boy was crying from hunger, I was trying to pump and getting literally drops, as milk had not come in. My husband came into the room one morning to find me cuddling the baby and bawling my eyes out.
Being an attentive husband, he immediately asked me what was wrong. I don't know how he was able to make out what was bothering me from my sobs and snotty breaths, but he somehow managed. He immediately spoke to the nurse manager... and our nursing team sprang into action.
A feeding schedule was made, the nurses vowed we should always try bf first... and as a last resort formula feed, if baby refused. The rest of the stay was so much more pleasant.
It wasn't until I was home for a couple of days that my milk actually came in... at which time, the baby was still rather frustrated with the whole ordeal, and didn't want to latch much. So I pumped like a mad woman. Once he got a taste for mama's milk, he loved feeding.
In short, while it was very difficult to get to the point of baby latching properly and feeding well... the experience was well worth the heartache and frustration. Breast feeding was one of the most rewarding and amazing experiences I have ever gone through.
I'm glad I stuck to my guns and didn't just give up... because it really led to some wonderful bonding time for myself and the LN... and that time was the best time I've invested in anything in my life. LM is one of the greatest investments in my life... and he's well worth every single minute I get to spend with him.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Catching Rainbows
Little Monkey (LM)...the whirlwind of a spider monkey that has made our house a home. We crave the laughter and the antics. We get lost when we don't hear them.
18 months ago... we never would have expected as much. We knew our lives would change, but we didn't know a tiny human would have such a profound effect on us. I mean, he is my everything. I wake up and my first thought is of him... I think of him all day while I'm at work and he's at daycare... I go to sleep at night, him cuddled tightly at my side... and my dreams are filled with his smile and laughter. Long story short, I am addicted to the sweetest little boy I have ever met, and I am so very thankful God has trusted one of his angels into my care.
It seems as though LM learns new things by the minute. It amazes people that he is only 18 months old...they always ask if he's 2 or 3. He talks a LOT. When I say a lot... I mean, from the moment he wakes up until the moment he falls asleep... as long as he's with us, that little boy babbles incessantly. It's the sweetest sound I have heard in a long time. We have our little conversations - which may not make any sense to anyone else; but they make absolute perfect sense to myself and LM. That's pretty much all that matters.
He adores his friend Bella - our incredibly gentle cat. I have to give her props... she has all of her claws and a full set of very sharp teeth. LM flops on her, pulls her tail, pokes at her, and does other things cats generally hate... and she never once has even bared a tooth or a claw aimed at what was once the smallest member of our family. She is the most patient and loving cat, and it amazes me. As soon as LM makes a peep, she runs to check on him. If she doesn't think I jump fast enough, she will "escort" me to him. She really loves her little baby - I sometimes jokingly call her Nana.
Anyway - as LM grows and changes and develops into a very independent little man, I stand by and watch. I wish I could spend every minute of every day with him... so I didn't have to miss a second of his life. But I know it is best to let him be around other children and learn to function as a part of society. It makes any time I get to spend with him that much more special - and I cherish our play time. He's the best thing that ever happened to me. I just wish time would slow down a bit so I could enjoy him that much more.
18 months ago... we never would have expected as much. We knew our lives would change, but we didn't know a tiny human would have such a profound effect on us. I mean, he is my everything. I wake up and my first thought is of him... I think of him all day while I'm at work and he's at daycare... I go to sleep at night, him cuddled tightly at my side... and my dreams are filled with his smile and laughter. Long story short, I am addicted to the sweetest little boy I have ever met, and I am so very thankful God has trusted one of his angels into my care.
It seems as though LM learns new things by the minute. It amazes people that he is only 18 months old...they always ask if he's 2 or 3. He talks a LOT. When I say a lot... I mean, from the moment he wakes up until the moment he falls asleep... as long as he's with us, that little boy babbles incessantly. It's the sweetest sound I have heard in a long time. We have our little conversations - which may not make any sense to anyone else; but they make absolute perfect sense to myself and LM. That's pretty much all that matters.
He adores his friend Bella - our incredibly gentle cat. I have to give her props... she has all of her claws and a full set of very sharp teeth. LM flops on her, pulls her tail, pokes at her, and does other things cats generally hate... and she never once has even bared a tooth or a claw aimed at what was once the smallest member of our family. She is the most patient and loving cat, and it amazes me. As soon as LM makes a peep, she runs to check on him. If she doesn't think I jump fast enough, she will "escort" me to him. She really loves her little baby - I sometimes jokingly call her Nana.
Anyway - as LM grows and changes and develops into a very independent little man, I stand by and watch. I wish I could spend every minute of every day with him... so I didn't have to miss a second of his life. But I know it is best to let him be around other children and learn to function as a part of society. It makes any time I get to spend with him that much more special - and I cherish our play time. He's the best thing that ever happened to me. I just wish time would slow down a bit so I could enjoy him that much more.
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