Thursday, May 15, 2014

Breast exclusive

I'm Courtney Hollowell, a registered nurse, a certified Breastfeeding specialist, and a mom.   
When I had my daughter Georgia, I made the decision to breastfeed.  It has been one of the hardest, yet the single most rewarding experience of my life.  When we were first starting off on our journey, I prayed she would take to the breast. I have spent my entire 7 year nursing career in women's health and have many times heard mothers say "I couldn't breastfeed" I didn't want that to be me, for whatever reason. So I gave breast feeding my best shot and we were successful.    In preparation for my maternity leave coming to an end, we introduced pumped milk in a bottle to Georgia.  She did fine with the bottles, and her dad was able to feed her.  Then when she was 11 weeks old, with no rhyme or reason, Georgia stopped taking a bottle.   
What? This was never on my radar.  I hoped we would have a strong nursing relationship, but I never dreamed she wouldn't take a bottle while I went to work.   We tried every bottle manufactured, every technique, every trick in the book.   It made Georgia hysterical.  I went to my first shift post motherhood at work and cried the whole way there because I knew my baby wouldn't eat while I was gone.  Georgia and her dad had a horrible night.  She would suck on his arm, his shirt, her hand, but not drink from a bottle.  She cried and screamed, devastated and hungry.   It left my husband heartbroken and in tears.  She went hours and hours  without eating until I got home and was able to nurse her 


That's my story. In the end I quit my job, stayed home and nursed Georgia.  

What if quitting your job wasn't an option, then what would you have done? Got a different job, nursed Georgia on my breaks and lunch. Anything to keep my baby fed. Work from home, get a job that I'm overqualified for, whatever it took. Quitting my job was a sacrifice.  I'm thankful I was in the position to stay home, but it isn't a fairy tale. It drained our savings account, dreams of a different home have been pushed back years on our family's calendar, just to touch the tip of the iceberg. 

If she gets hungry enough, she will take a bottle. Not true.  You should never make mealtime a battle anyway.  Starving a baby into submission is not a healthy behavior modification tool. It's torture actually. Babies do not have logic.  When you say a baby can reason to think "if I don't take this bottle, I'll go hungry" you are assigning far more mature skills than an infant possesses. My Aunt Judy has been raising babies for 50 years, I left Georgia with her to see if she would take a bottle from her. She called me "you get back here and feed this baby, I've never seen anything like this." Sadly, because bottle feeding is the norm and breastfeeding is foreign to most of her generation. 



I would also like to say, I was made to feel like I was nuts when I told some people Georgia wouldn't drink from a bottle.   If a mother says "I couldn't breastfeed" it is widely accepted. If a mother says "I can't bottle feed" she is questioned.    Breastfeeding is the most natural, perfect form of nutrition for babies. Primal instinct.  If Georgia preferred breast over bottle, it's not a problem to be solved or an error to be corrected.   Just because you've never had this situation, or never heard of such before doesn't mean it isn't a legitimate issue. 
Put yourself in the baby's shoes. We have to be a voice when they don't have one.  No one is saying a father shouldn't have rights or visits, but that a baby should be able to be nursed during those visits. 
Because if Landry's father's family truly loves, cares for, and wants what is best for Landry they will want her nursed at their visits. If not, the visits are going to be less than enjoyable for everyone, especially Landry, who is the one who will suffer the greatest when she is the most innocent.  

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Wedded Bliss

This morning I was driving Georgia to her one-day-a-week daycare and I, for some reason, started thinking about what I want her to know about marriage.  I've been blessed with such a happy one and my advice can only come from my personal experiences.  Marriage is a journey. You NEVER stop working on your marriage.  Here's what I think: 

Give compliments   Anything from you look handsome today, that was a really good steak you cooked for me, I love your eyes.  Never stop telling the person you love what you love about them.  Don't take for granted that they already know.  Remind them. 

Appreciate  A simple "thank you". Thanks for mowing the yard.  Thanks for folding the laundry. Thanks for working hard to provide for us.  No thanks is too small or too big. Verbalize your appreciation.  It tells your spouse you are grateful for the efforts they put into your marriage and family.  When I tell Josh thank you for something, it also reminds me how lucky I feel to have him and all he brings to my life. 

Be the first to say "I'm Sorry"   Apologize first and fast.  On the same note, if you receive a genuine apology, accept it and get on with life.  Don't drag an argument out just for entertainment or whatever reason. Move on.  Most important Don't go to bed mad. I swear by it. 

No sex before love. Conservative, old fashioned, whatever.   Wait until you are at least madly in love (not lust) with somebody before you give it up.  If they won't wait that long, they weren't worth it anyway.  Waiting for sex in a relationship and how the other person handles your decision to do so, I think, says a lot about their character.  If they'll wait for you, they care about YOU and not just...well,other stuff.  The best part of sex is the emotional connection anyway. 

Romance   Never neglect it.  Romance doesn't have to be elaborate or expensive.   Josh loves pink jelly beans, I picked them all out of the bag once and packed them in his suitcase for work.  When he found them he knew I thought about him and wanted to make him smile. Easy enough.  Romance is your effort.  Never stop dating your spouse. 

Don't cuss.  Simple enough.  You won't hear Josh call me a bitch, or an F you coming from my mouth.  Your husband/wife is your life partner, your best friend, your sidekick.  Name calling and swear words are not for your soulmate.  The same words you would use for someone you don't like have no place in your marriage. 

Hold hands  In the car, walking in the parking lot of walmart, at home on the couch. Do it. 

Communicate  Don't make a disagreement a guessing game too. John Mayer said it best "Say what you need to say." Be honest.

Spouse=numero uno  Your marriage is priority, period.  

Mind your own business  Keep your marriage sacred. A relationship, the good and bad, isn't for everyone else. It's for the people in it.  Don't worry about projecting to the world how happily-ever-after you have it.  On the same token your mom, the gardening club, and all of Facebook don't need to know about your disagreements. You don't need people on "your side" in a marriage everyone is on the same team.  



I guess that's all the wisdom I have.  I heard something in church as a preteen and never forgot it "The best thing a father can do for his children is love their mother" So simple and so true. 






Tuesday, April 22, 2014

When nursing strikes.

2 Wednesdays ago Georgia woke for the morning, I went and got her out of her crib, changed her diaper, and sat down with her in the recliner.  Just like almost every morning.  She laid back in her nursing position but when she tried to latch on she bit down instead and then started crying in pain.  
Her mouth hurt.  I knew her top gums looked like there were some teeth on the way.  I gave her some teething tablet and tried again, same thing. It hurt her mouth to try to latch.   I eventually gave her pumped momma milk in a cup.  I was so thankful to have that option.  For 11 solid months Georgia refused anything but the boob. Milk straight from the tap. Exclusive. Whew, glad that now that her mouth is hurting I have another way to get the comfort she knows from milk to her.   
I knew nursing strikes happen.  I knew she would get over it and come back around. Georgia is SUCH A boobie baby. We nurse on demand countless times a day.  She loves it.  It's relaxing for me too. To hold and rock her, watch her twirl her hair, bend over and kiss her head.  Our time. 
But by day 3 of the strike I couldn't help but be a little nervous.  I was doing my best to let the rational rule my thought.  Babies rarely truly self wean this early, Georgia and I are always together, I nurse on demand, she abruptly stopped and weaning is gradual.  
Day 4 of the nursing strike was the last time she tried to latch.  We were at my friends house.  I was sitting in the nursery floor and she walked up to me and signed for milk,  she put her mouth awkwardly around my nipple to latch but just held her mouth still and didn't suck.  Her eyes looked confused.  Like she doesn't know how to work her mouth to latch with the new teeth on top.   She got up from her attempt and went on playing. 
The next few days were fussy ones for Georgia.  Her gums hurt.  We got in a regimen of Motrin in the morning and before bed, Tylenol midday and teething tablets in between. She was being kept comfortable. 
But by this time she had developed an aversion to nursing.  She associates it with pain. I asked "you want to nurse?" She shakes her head and says no, no, no.  She signs milk when she sees her cup and calls it "mimmie"...her word for milk. 

I die.

Is this really happening? During the span of this strike I have tried to do everything right, skin to skin, only giving milk to her with a syringe or medicine dropper, try to sneak nursing in when she is drowsy or asleep, bathe with her.  I "nurse" her baby dolls and we watch YouTube videos of babies nursing for encouragement.  
Nothing works. 
Josh tells me he doesn't think she will nurse again.  
My heart is broken.  

This is not how self weaning is supposed to happen. She's supposed to gradually decrease her nursing sessions, I should be able to see the end coming. I should be able to cherish the last times I nurse her.  Soak it up.  Kiss her head a few extra times, smell her hair while she dozes at the breast. 
But no.  She woke up on Wednesday morning and our new normal slapped me in the face. 
I know she is over a year old and my goal was to nurse for 12 months.  But I was willing to go as long as she wanted. Years of nursing, a sacrifice of my energy, body and time.  Happily do it for Georgia.  
And I knew she would nurse until at least preschool start at age 3 when she would go part time to school and I would nurse her to sleep every night.  And they all lived happily ever after. 
Psych!  My boobie baby threw me a curve ball.  I still in utter disbelief and denial.  I stopped my whole life, quit my job, very seldom leave her with a sitter, to nurse her.  Nurse her whenever she wants.  And she just stops. Never looks back. Doesn't she miss it? Why has this been so seemingly nonchalant for her? 

I KNOW she is just a baby and she hasn't rejected me personally.  But I feel so hurt. I keep having the thought in the back of my head "I just want to go home"   Back to our normal. 

I'll be okay...I think.  No really I will. Once I can wrap my mind around this abrupt strike that has lead to weaning, which supposedly rarely ever happens. 
I'm still pumping.  Giving her my milk, I'm not ready to stop that yet.  I'll pump until I just psychically can't anymore.  

From exclusive nurser to exclusive pumper. Go figure. 
F you, teeth. 

Monday, November 25, 2013

My two front teeth

Your getting some teeth! 11 months old, I was wondering when it would happen. But like you always do, things happen when you are good and ready. You screamed in your carseat no matter what I did until you decided you were over it. Wouldn't drink from anything but a boob until recently. Would declare war if I tried to get you to feed yourself.   With everything it just seems you do what you want when you want.  Your dad says "She knows we are her bitches."  Strong willed, you'll make a great leader.  

But don't think you are a difficult baby Everything is peachy keen as long as you are in charge :) you are the sweetest girl! So many grins!  It's a little inside joke, everybody thinks they are your favorite.   People are always saying "Georgia loves me!" "G always smiles when I hold her." "Watch she'll come to me, she always does". Truth is you love everybody. You will go to almost anyone, and smile while doing so.  Taking you to a store or restaurant is a social event. You wave at people and charm, we visit with all kinds of people while out and about.  
You are great friends with Lucia, who works at our WalMart. You have to be held by her at least once a week. She calls you "her baby" :)
A little trip to the Starbucks counter and you had these total strangers playing peekaboo, blowing kisses, and complementing your outfit in their best baby talk voices. 
This started off with you waving at this little girl while we were in line to checkout in Target. You two really hit it off and her mom asked if she could take a picture of you. 

You are your middle name, LOVE.  You make people feel special and happy. I am beyond blessed that I'm your momma. I tease that you are "the golden child" spreading the sunshine wherever you go.  Always be sweet, friendly, and warm the way you are now. 

But the point of all this...the teeth.   I've been preparing myself for teething. You have pitched some pretty good fits over the carseat, refusing a bottle, feeding yourself, gassy baby belly problems. I thought the teething would be rough.  But not yet. *knock on wood* A couple of months ago I bought you a baltic amber teething necklace. The amber is supposed to have analgesic properties when warmed by your skin. You wear it all the time, we take it off only for baths.  I have read that other moms swear by them.  I figured even if it didn't help, it couldn't hurt!  Had one imported for Lithuania (seriously) and it must be legit. 

 Two days ago you were smiling at me and I noticed your gums were swollen with a big white bump on them. Shocked! You hadn't been fussy at all, no fever, no disruption in your sleeping, no chewing on stuff or drooling. This evening I stuck my finger in your mouth and a tooth had broken through. Not long and you'll have a whole pearly white or two! I am pleasantly surprised and pretty proud of you. You got this from your daddy, he's tough and never complains. 
Congrats G! I've printed off a cute little chart for your baby book to keep up with when your teeth come in. You probably won't care much about it, but just in case. 
Cute little face you've been making since the tooth has been debuting. You're an angel baby!

Peace.Love.Teeth

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Just so you know...

Since I had you, I can hear a song and the lyrics sound totally different to me. Much more tearing up and goosebumps than before. The most recent one, of course, has the f word in it.  Regardless, I want you to know you're perfect to me. I can't say that I have always known my mom thinks I'm perfect, and I want different for you.  You're my world, my air, I love you so much it hurts me. And I try try try to make perfect decisions for you as your mommy. I always feel like nothing is good enough because you deserve so much. I'm trying to give you everything I can so that you remember you childhood as happy, and that you never doubt that I love you with my whole soul.  Never feel like you're less than perfect.  If YouTube is still around when you are old enough to read this, listen to P!nk's song "Perfect"...the edited/clean version, sans the good ole f word.  
This is us today, I can't wait to wake up and love you more tomorrow. 

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Life after "infertility"

Infertility in quotation marks because I don't really like that word.  It is hard to say you have that problem. Is it after a certain time span of trying to conceive without success? Is it after you have suffered a pregnancy loss, or multiple losses? Is it when you are taking fertility medication? Who cares.

I want to say that infertility is a dark place.  It made me selfish, jealous, and sad. Not to mention hyper sensitive.  It started when I was open with people that we were trying to have a baby and it didn't happen right away.  You start getting advice. (I have come to despise advice) I went almost a full year without a menstrual cycle, that included an array of other embarrassing symptoms I don't care to share. I heard a million times from well meaning people that I was "trying too hard" to have a baby. All I had to do was "relax" or "quit trying" and BOOM it would happen.   I knew that wasn't the case. I knew my body was off. My hormones were out of wack. What I heard when people said those things to me was that I was creating my own problem, I was crazy, it was all in my head, I was causing myself to not have a baby. 

But nothing compares to the lowest feelings of selfishness I could ever experience. 
While I was praying for a baby, scared of what the future held for me, I felt like I didn't like anyone.  The sight or thought of a pregnant women broke my heart. I was insanely jealous of people with children. I was insecure. My heart was ugly.  After months of these feelings, I lost myself. I know, I know. This all sounds seriously dramatic. But even typing about it takes me right back, I can feel it again. Lonely. A heavy, empty heart.  Getting pregnant took over my thoughts. I was so scared that even I "hadn't been trying that long, some people try for years" (another idiotic thing people say) that it would take years. Or worse, would never happen.  If I heard the news someone was pregnant, anyone, I would wonder Do they know how lucky they are? Are they thankful for this gift? I was always wallowing in pity. It wasn't fair. Why not me?    One of the lowest points for me was when I literally couldn't be happy for anyone else. I had so much guilt over that. I knew I was being awful, I didn't want to feel this way. I cried too many tears over feeling like I was a terrible person. Harboring resentment against other people for being pregnant. What kind of person does that? I knew I didn't want to feel that way, and I didn't know how to stop it.  
Infertility made it hard for me to enjoy my job, taking care of new moms as an RN.  I would go in spurts of crying my whole drive to work, to turning the radio off and just driving in silence...angry. 
My sweet coworkers and friends tiptoed around me in conversation, anything can be taken offensively when you are struggling with infertility. I know I was hard to love, I don't know how Josh did it. If he asked me how I was doing, I didn't want to talk about it. If he left me alone, I got mad because he didn't care enough. He told me I was a good person when I didn't believe it. He was so strong for us, because I sucked at these emotions.

WELL on a brighter note. I was diagnosed with MTHFR, an abbreviation for a really long named blood clotting disorder. My blood clots too much. Which is a real problem when you are pregnant. Women with MTHFR pass blood clots to their babies resulting in pregnancy loss. It can be controlled with a proactive approach and medication.  
But back up. Before that came along, I took hormones to make me have a period, more medication to make me ovulate. This really made me a fuzzy basket of baby chickens.  I was due for a blood draw to check my hormone levels to make sure all the medicine was working. I went to work early to get my lab work done before my shift started. The labs were cycle day specific and I needed them done on that specific day. Everyone was busy. I didn't get my labs drawn. I was mad and tearful. I just wanted something to go right for once. Oh but it was, I had no idea.  I was assigned a new patient. She had MTHFR. She had suffered multiple pregnancy losses. I had to call her doctor, my doctor too, about her plan of care. He came over to see her, after that I asked him to write my lab order, even though I was a day behind on them by now. He wrote out the normal orders, then asked me "Do you want me to check you for MTHFR? Just to cover all bases?" I told him sure, if I have to get stuck lets make it count.  If I had gotten my labs drawn when I wanted, it would have been before I was assigned the MTHFR patient, and it probably wouldn't have crossed my doctor's mind to test me for it. I would say 99.9% of women who have MTHFR aren't diagnosed until they have multiple miscarriages.  So it was a fluke I was ever tested for it.  That night I got my labs drawn and went on about my job. Two days later I got a positive pregnancy test. I was so happy.
Cautiously happy. That's another thing infertility does to you, makes you scared to enjoy your pregnancy. Don't get too invested, something might happen. Don't tell too many people your pregnant, something might happen. Don't buy any baby things, something might happen.
BUT ANYWAY, I went to my first ultrasound when I was 5 weeks. Everything looked great. I didn't give a second thought to those labs I had drawn. I'm pregnant now.  A few hours after my appointment my doctor called me. As soon as I saw the number on my phone, I knew. I looked at Josh and said "I have MTHFR" I answered the call and Dr John told me I had MTHFR, a double mutation. I needed to start taking aspirin and some other medications immediately. Fast forward....I was fine. Georgia is here and perfect and it is all thanks to God.

So many little things happened at the right time for everything to work out. I marvel at them. Especially during church. I sat in those pews and silently prayed and wept for a baby. So scared prayed for God to get Georgia through this pregnancy without me passing a clot to her.
Thank God for the patient I was assigned that night. Thank God that my doctor tested me for MTHFR. Thank God I found out my diagnosis when I did, right before the placenta takes over the blood flow to the fetus, which is when I would have passed a clot to my baby. Thank God I had trouble getting pregnant, if I hadn't I would have never been tested for MTHFR until I had most likely lost some pregnancies. I still can't believe I have MTHFR and never have known the pain of miscarriage. That is unheard of. God did that for me, I am so humbled.

This morning in church I was thinking of all the ways God blessed me throughout my little journey. All the moving parts that worked in my favor.  I have struggled with typing this sentence, I can't even put into words. I am just simply amazed.

NOW after going through that. I still get a sting of pain when I hear someone is pregnant. Old habits die hard I guess. It can still ruin my day to hear someone complain about being pregnant. Yes it can be hard, but do you KNOW the miracle you are getting to experience? SO many women would trade you places in a heartbeat. Take the heartburn, the nausea, the tiredness, the leg cramps, the back aches, the swelling, you name it. I had my pregnancy discomforts, but I enjoyed being miserable. I feel INCREDIBLY lucky that I know what it is like to be pregnant when I was terrified that I might not ever feel a baby grow inside of me.
I am stingy with Georgia, I want to soak up all of her I can. She won't spend the night away from me in the foreseeable future. I only leave her to run errands here and there, never more than a few hours. I don't know if I would have been quite so stingy with her in other circumstances, I know it is hard for her aunts and grandparents sometimes.

I often pray for Georgia to be so many things that I am not. Strong but soft. Not insecure and sensitive like me. Confident and not defensive. Easy to love. Happy even in the hardest times. Faithful. Patient. 
Infertility made me so aware of my faults and weaknesses. I am so thankful to everyone who loved me when I felt unlovable.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Our Newborn Favorites

Even though Georgia is 7 months old now, I won't soon be forgetting the things that really helped us out when we were a brand spanking new mommy/baby combo.  There were a few things we couldn't live without, I feel like I would be doing the world an injustice if I didn't share our favs, so here they are!

Our "lifesavers" in no particular order
 
 
Our first necessity was the swaddleme (bottom left) I used these every night until Georgia was able to roll back-to-belly. They kept her cozy and secure, are reminiscent of that tight feeling babies have in the womb, and kept her from startling herself awake. We had a really good run of great sleep and these things get a lot of credit!
 
Steven Tyler PJs, Steven Tyler PJs
25 bonus points to anyone who gets that movie reference.
 
 

Next, the Fisher Price Rock & Play (top right) I cannot adequately express with words how much we loved this cradle like contraption. Georgia slept so well in it and it kept her at an incline which is recommended for babies with reflux, and it is super portable.  I had heard quite a few other mom's singing it's praises and it really lived up to the hype. If you have a baby at your house, you need one of these things! G hung out in it while I showered, cooked, put on make up, and so many other things. There was some type of recall or something, but it was to the effect of if the Rock & Play gets wet and isn't properly dried, it will mold. But so will bottles, shower curtains, rubber duckies, etc. So don't let it get moldy and you're good.

All hail the Rock & Play!
 
One last sleep aid I swear by, a white noise machine. (not pictured) I think I have become just as dependent on the noise machine as Georgia has. It is very soothing and was something I used to establish a familiar sleep setting for Georgia. Hear white noise: get relaxed and sleepy. You can see a little battery operated one in the bottom of the picture above, but we were also gifted one that plugs into the wall and we enjoy it every night!
 
 
Done with all our sleep products and on to the booger products. Georgia was a winter baby, and we had some congestion from time to time. Babies can't blow their nose. So I took the momma duty of keeping her nasal passages clear very seriously.  Little Noses saline drops were my first line defense. (top left) They soften those boogers so they can be sneezed or sucked out. I used them about 1 minute prior to using the love of my life.....
 
Drum roll please...THE NOSE FRIDA SNOT SUCKER. (top center) Stop reading right now and order one from amazon. I'm not kidding, your new mommmy sanity depends on it. This is the grossest thing you will ever love. And not to answer the million dollar question: Does snot go in your mouth? Hell no. Not even close. Pretty much impossible. This sucker kicks any other nasal aspirator's butt. Goodbye bulb suction, hello Nose Frida. It doesn't even go into the babe's nostril, just up against the opening, you control the amount of suction with your mouth and it is the most effective booger remover/snot clearer on planet Earth. YOU NEED ONE! If you are still skeptical read the amazon reviews of a million other moms singing the Nose Frida praises. Don't tell my husband, but I'm having an emotional affair with my snot sucker.
 

Johnson & Johnson Vapor bath. (bottom right) Another winter baby must have. Smells like a form of baby safe Vick's. Soothing for a little congested bambina. Not much else to say but that it is really handy to have!

And last but not least, Lasinoh Soothies Gel Pads. (bottom center) Sweet, sweet nipple salvation! I can't tell you how many people I have recommended these things to. They are so perfect for nipple discomfort that new onset breastfeeding brings. Get a few sets, keep some in the fridge. Eureka! I would have never imagined I would want something to come straight out of the refrigerator and onto my nipples, but they were my best friends.

That's all folks, stayed tuned for our 6 month favorites!

Peace. Love. Nose Frida. Why haven't you ordered one yet??