Lately I’ve been thinking back to when I first saw my son. I met him twice before I really met him. Let me explain. My son was first introduced to me as they were rushing him to the NICU and they were putting me under, I don’t remember it at all. Luckily my husband was able to snap a couple of pictures when it happened. After they put me all back together, they wheeled the gurney into the NICU for me to see him. I was still coming off of the anesthesia and barely remember this. I do remember them trying to fit the gurney between all those precious boxes caring for little babies, but I don’t really remember seeing my son.
In case you weren’t aware (which if you are an avid “mommy blog” reader you definitely do) August is National Breastfeeding Month. I was too nervous to post this story before because I didn’t want any backlash from my employer at the time, but now that can’t happen and it should be shared.
A co-worker and myself are both breastfeeding mothers, so obviously we both have to pump. She had been pumping since she returned to work in January and I had only been back to work a couple of weeks. We had worked out a schedule with each other, as well as our manager, to try to avoid being off the phones at the same time (we worked in a call center). One day our manager calls my co-worker into the office for a meeting, I am to go separately a half hour later. After my co-worker finishes her meeting, I am instantly worried. She looks furious. So I go in and am told our call volume is off the charts, and they’ll need me to pump either within my 15 min break (not allowed to go over) or only on lunch…. Continue reading
I read so much about the horror that is baby poop. How awful the first one would be down to how explosive it would become. Not once was I surprised by my sons poop… until now. Now he’s not pooping in every diaper, its more like he’s storing it all up for one really awful disaster. I started calling them “B” Bombs (baby bombs). They are now getting just a little more solid, starting to get an odor, and covering everything within the confines of that diaper. There will be so much poop it goes out the sides and up the back of the diaper leaving quite the stain on his onesies. I’ve been fortunate enough to not have experienced a “B” Bomb when he’s fresh from the tub and no diaper to protect anything… Though I’m sure that time will come soon enough. Continue reading
There were so many things I didn’t expect to be so difficult when it came to motherhood, breastfeeding is definitely one of them. It’s time-consuming and a small trip can take a bit of planning. The biggest thing was how controversial it is. It never occurred to me that people would be upset by doing what women were made to do, nourish our children with our bodies. When I see images of mother’s feeding their children I do not see a sexual image. I certainly don’t feel sexy doing it. Continue reading
Very rarely do I pay for an app, and if I do it has to be strongly recommended to me by a friend. So when a friend suggested I look into Wonder Weeks (after commenting on my little guy being extremely fussy), I couldn’t help but to look and see what it was about. Can I just say…. wow. It couldn’t be more dead on. Gave me an idea of when to expect him to be fussy due to changes in his development. It even gives you little tips to help them learn and grow and makes me feel like I’m doing all I can for my little guy. Plus, it makes me a little more understanding when he wants to nurse and cuddle all day. Continue reading
When you are at the end of your pregnancy you are focused on one thing only, bringing your baby home. You organize, you clean, and you daydream of being discharged and what it will feel like to bring that bundle of joy home. I imagined that scenario more times than I can count. What I didn’t imagine was being discharged without him. We went up for our last feeding before we would fill out the discharge paperwork and I couldn’t help but to cry. The nurses kept offering what they call “mom’s place”. It’s a room on the NICU floor that allows you to stay close to your little one. The problem is that it is typically only if your baby is only going to be another day or two. When I was discharged they had no idea when he’d go home, so what is the point of delaying the inevitable? Continue reading
One thing I can say for sure is that I learned a lot of new things during our sons stay in the NICU. I’m not a medical person by any means. I could never be a nurse as needles freak me out. But I quickly found myself saying things like “How often did he desat last night?”, “When will they move him to a nasal cannula instead of the hood?”, “Were his glucose levels steady yesterday?”, “Are they increasing his IV infusion to D20?”. I was following the conversations during rounds when it came to his oxygen saturation and if they would increase or decrease the amount of oxygen or glucose they were giving to him that day. I found it hard when I was talking to people outside of our family, to not use words like desat and saturation, because i was using it so much during the day when talking to the hospital staff. The look on people’s faces when they want to understand why you are upset, but they don’t understand the words you just said, is kind of comical in a not really kind of way. Continue reading