Evie has also decided to copy me and breastfeed her baby doll (though she leaves her shirt on and just sits with the boppy). She also makes sure that any time Ollie is swaddled, her baby is too....
I think Derek is ready for deer hunting....
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
3 weeks and 2 days old
Evie has also decided to copy me and breastfeed her baby doll (though she leaves her shirt on and just sits with the boppy). She also makes sure that any time Ollie is swaddled, her baby is too....
I think Derek is ready for deer hunting....
Friday, September 23, 2011
Growth Spurt, Breastfeeding and Formula
Holy cow! Talk about wanting to eat! Ollie hit his 2 week growth spurt the last few days and its been murder on me! He wants to eat every hour and when he isn't eating, he wants to be cuddled up on me. Don't get me wrong, I am loving every second of it, but jeez kid, give my body a break...lol!
I have been having an emotional time with breastfeeding (well, with production actually) and I have felt horrible about myself for it. I have felt like a failure because he was hitting a growth spurt and I felt I wasn't producing enough for him to eat. I am working with the lactation consultants in hopes of getting more out of me. I am going to try Fenugreek and if that doesn't work, Reglan. I know there is NOTHING wrong with giving him formula and I shouldn't feel bad about making the decision to switch him, if the time arises. I just feel that I have worked so hard for him to be here and the ONE thing I *should* be able to do for him, I can't.
I never thought I would feel this way about breastfeeding. I never cared too much about it, never thought about it or even cared if I ever did it. Then Ollie was born. The first time he latched on, I knew I wanted to do it. Its been 19 days and while its been tough a few times, its been total heaven. I tried on one occasion to give him formula. I mixed up a bottle, got situated on the couch and cried. I couldn't do it. I felt like I was failing as a mother for giving him formula. I don't know why I felt that way. I wish I didn't.
Formula will not hurt him. It will not harm him physically, emotionally or psychologically. It will give him exactly what he needs if I can not. Why do I have such an aversion at the moment with it then? The women in my family have issues with production (sisters, mother, etc) and I know I will probably fall into this category in the near future, no matter what I do, so why am I freaking out about it? Its food for my child and I need to think about his well being first, not myself. I think typing this out is therapeutic for me and helps me get past the whole formula thing. Oh, its taken me since 9:30 pm LAST NIGHT to fully write this! A certain child wants me every 10 seconds and I can't say no!
He is his current picture from last night. Yes, its a preemie outfit my little peanut is wearing! He was 6lbs 12oz and 20inches long on Wednesday at his 2 week check up!
I have been having an emotional time with breastfeeding (well, with production actually) and I have felt horrible about myself for it. I have felt like a failure because he was hitting a growth spurt and I felt I wasn't producing enough for him to eat. I am working with the lactation consultants in hopes of getting more out of me. I am going to try Fenugreek and if that doesn't work, Reglan. I know there is NOTHING wrong with giving him formula and I shouldn't feel bad about making the decision to switch him, if the time arises. I just feel that I have worked so hard for him to be here and the ONE thing I *should* be able to do for him, I can't.
I never thought I would feel this way about breastfeeding. I never cared too much about it, never thought about it or even cared if I ever did it. Then Ollie was born. The first time he latched on, I knew I wanted to do it. Its been 19 days and while its been tough a few times, its been total heaven. I tried on one occasion to give him formula. I mixed up a bottle, got situated on the couch and cried. I couldn't do it. I felt like I was failing as a mother for giving him formula. I don't know why I felt that way. I wish I didn't.
Formula will not hurt him. It will not harm him physically, emotionally or psychologically. It will give him exactly what he needs if I can not. Why do I have such an aversion at the moment with it then? The women in my family have issues with production (sisters, mother, etc) and I know I will probably fall into this category in the near future, no matter what I do, so why am I freaking out about it? Its food for my child and I need to think about his well being first, not myself. I think typing this out is therapeutic for me and helps me get past the whole formula thing. Oh, its taken me since 9:30 pm LAST NIGHT to fully write this! A certain child wants me every 10 seconds and I can't say no!
He is his current picture from last night. Yes, its a preemie outfit my little peanut is wearing! He was 6lbs 12oz and 20inches long on Wednesday at his 2 week check up!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Pictures of Olli'es first few days of life...(yes, Im a little late in posting!)
I am born.....
Making me all clean for Mommy to see!
Daddy gets me first!
Mommy, Daddy and Ollie together for the first time (on the outside!)
I am such a little peanut!
Me and Grandma!
Mommy and Ollie
Evie and Ollie!
We are both tuckered out!
Monday, September 12, 2011
LIttle Man's Arrival
Well, I called it! We arrived at the hospital on Sunday, 9/4/11, at 0745 to be induced and hope the procedure from the day before (foley ball) worked. It did, sort of. I was dilated to a 2, then after 2 hours, a 3. My water was broken and at 130pm, I was finally a 4. I decided to get the epidural then because it was a SLOW process.
Talk about slow...by 930pm there was no progression. I had not budged one bit. My OB had left at 8pm, jokingly told me I would have the baby the moment she left the hospital. The on-call OB came in at 930pm, checked me and was concerned that with no progression and the head not even close to being engaged, a c-section would be a good call. Derek and I both agreed.
I was prepped immediately (because there was NOTHING and NO ONE else on the floor with me!) and Oliver Deacon Franklin was born at 1042pm. He was 6lbs 11oz and 19 1/4 inches long. I saw him and immediately saw Derek in his face! He is the spitting image of his father, with the exception of his tiny pinky toes. They curl under which is a family trait on my side. Other then that ONE thing, its all Derek!
Proud Daddy went with him to the nursery while I was put back together. The doctor told me I had tons of lesions on my ovaries and removed and corrected them while he had me wide open on the table. He thinks this *might* have been a fertility issue but there is no way of knowing. He also told me my upper pelvic region is very small so he would never have made it down, so the c-section was inevitable. There are no regrets for our decision to proceed with the surgery!
Ollie lost 8oz in the hospital and another 1 1/2oz once we went home. He gained 1/2 back and is slowly working his way from little peanut to little nugget!
I am great! I am only taking a pain pill at night and using Motrin during the day. I am climbing the stairs all the time, walking Evie to school twice a week, but mainly snuggling on the couch with my little old man!
Talk about slow...by 930pm there was no progression. I had not budged one bit. My OB had left at 8pm, jokingly told me I would have the baby the moment she left the hospital. The on-call OB came in at 930pm, checked me and was concerned that with no progression and the head not even close to being engaged, a c-section would be a good call. Derek and I both agreed.
I was prepped immediately (because there was NOTHING and NO ONE else on the floor with me!) and Oliver Deacon Franklin was born at 1042pm. He was 6lbs 11oz and 19 1/4 inches long. I saw him and immediately saw Derek in his face! He is the spitting image of his father, with the exception of his tiny pinky toes. They curl under which is a family trait on my side. Other then that ONE thing, its all Derek!
Proud Daddy went with him to the nursery while I was put back together. The doctor told me I had tons of lesions on my ovaries and removed and corrected them while he had me wide open on the table. He thinks this *might* have been a fertility issue but there is no way of knowing. He also told me my upper pelvic region is very small so he would never have made it down, so the c-section was inevitable. There are no regrets for our decision to proceed with the surgery!
Ollie lost 8oz in the hospital and another 1 1/2oz once we went home. He gained 1/2 back and is slowly working his way from little peanut to little nugget!
I am great! I am only taking a pain pill at night and using Motrin during the day. I am climbing the stairs all the time, walking Evie to school twice a week, but mainly snuggling on the couch with my little old man!
Friday, September 2, 2011
Waiting and waiting and waiting......
The due date has come and gone! I went to the doctor for my FINAL check up yesterday. I was dilated to *maybe* 1.5 centimeters (which I have been for 5 weeks now). With no change, I decided induction should be the next step. We will be heading to L&D tomorrow evening to get a foley ball put in (helps with dilation) and then return 12 hours later to begin the pitocin drip. This little man does NOT wanna come and my body doesn't want to progress any further then it has.
I am opting for NO epidural right now. Don't ask me why, for some reason, I wanna see if I can handle it. However, Derek is under STRICT orders that if I ask for one, do not deny me my drugs!
I have a feeling I will be having a c-section Sunday night/early Monday morning. I just know that my body is going to laugh at the medication and just stall out. It took Derek and I 10 years to get pregnant, why would I think delivery would be easy?!?! I am not opposed to the surgery at all. I want my baby out in the safest manner possible for Ollie and myself. From day 1, we were fine with any outcome we would have with delivery.
I hope my 2nd blog will be with pictures of the baby! I will be updating this blog as much as I can, daily, if possible (big dreams..lol) so everyone can see how much he changes daily! Videos, pictures, blogs and anything else I can cram in of Evie and Ollie will be here!
I am opting for NO epidural right now. Don't ask me why, for some reason, I wanna see if I can handle it. However, Derek is under STRICT orders that if I ask for one, do not deny me my drugs!
I have a feeling I will be having a c-section Sunday night/early Monday morning. I just know that my body is going to laugh at the medication and just stall out. It took Derek and I 10 years to get pregnant, why would I think delivery would be easy?!?! I am not opposed to the surgery at all. I want my baby out in the safest manner possible for Ollie and myself. From day 1, we were fine with any outcome we would have with delivery.
I hope my 2nd blog will be with pictures of the baby! I will be updating this blog as much as I can, daily, if possible (big dreams..lol) so everyone can see how much he changes daily! Videos, pictures, blogs and anything else I can cram in of Evie and Ollie will be here!
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