Sunday, August 26, 2018

It Takes Two!


From the beginning of a pregnancy, it takes two to tango.  I feel as women we put the pressure on ourselves to get pregnant, stay pregnant, birth a healthy baby, feed baby, raise baby, etc.  At the end of the day, we realize that we could not get pregnant without someone else, but we still put all the pressure on ourselves. 
                
If I have learned anything these first few weeks of having baby home, it’s that it takes TWO – sometimes 3, 4, 5, or more!  I was pretty self-sufficient during my pregnancy.  Occasionally (ok daily) I would ask for a foot/back rub.  I might need someone to drive me to Andy’s – basically lived there during my pregnancy.  Try their Key Lime Pie Concrete before the end of this month!  For the most part, I felt that I could keep baby fed, warm, and comfortable in my womb.  When baby was born, everything changed!
               
For the first few hours, my epidural was wearing off, so I could not get out of bed to change baby or get him out of his bassinet.  Duke was the sole caretaker at that time.  In fact, Duke was doing such a great job, I let him change ALL of the diapers while we were in the hospital.  Why mess with a good thing?? J
               
When Duke left the room for the first time to go load up the car (two days after baby was born), I freaked out!  Baby was sleeping in his bassinet, but immediately began to stir when Duke left.  I had never even lifted him out of the bassinet.  I was able to get baby out and soothe him, but I was extremely relieved when Duke got back from the car.   Side note – hospital bassinets are extremely awkward to get baby in and out of. 
               
Once we were home, I found that everything from feeding to changing to comforting took two!  While feeding, I needed someone to hold baby’s arm so that he would not strong arm me when I was trying to get him to latch.  At first, dirty diaper changes needed two – one holding down legs while the other did the dirty work.  Comforting at times took a tag team effort when Player 1 needed a break.   About a week in, I found out baby wasn’t transferring enough during feedings, so I needed to pump after most feedings to be able to supplement.  I couldn’t settle baby and pump at the same time – enter Player 2!  Also, with pumping and bottle feeding to supplement, there were more “dirty dishes” to clean multiple times daily then we used to have in a week!
              
I knew before Duke returned to work that it was “easier” with two, but I felt the full extent of that on Day 3 alone with baby when he was restless and fussy most of the day.  It is amazing how demanding a tiny human can be.  It is EXTREMELY important to have a supportive partner when carrying, birthing, and/or raising a child.  Partners you are SO IMPORTANT!  You may not be the one carrying baby, birthing baby, or able to breastfeed baby (There are some precious memories that I will have of breastfeeding, BUT I wish that partners magically had the ability to also breastfeed when baby is born!), BUT you are VITAL, NECESSARY, WANTED, NEEDED, etc.  Don’t underestimate your importance in this baby’s and your partner’s life. 




Buzz Ya Later,

Whit

Monday, August 20, 2018

Pour some sugar on me...or not



       I feel like it is common knowledge that being a parent is difficult, but can also be the most rewarding thing to happen in life.  I don’t feel that parents often go into detail about what they mean by “difficult”.  From the pictures of perfectly happy infants on Facebook (yes, there is one of mine too so I am not judging!), it seems that babies are happy, sleepy, and smiley all the time, right??

            When I was visiting my brother and sister-in-law shortly after they had my nephew (pre-baby for me), my sister-in-law said something along the lines of “Everyone sugar coated it for me and I have decided I am not going to sugar coat it for anyone else.  Being a parent is hard.”  I don’t think she knows how powerful those words were.  They stuck with me – obviously!  They are powerful because they are true and they give hope. 

Here is a small glimpse into one moment in my world as a new parent -

Wake baby to feed (because it has been a few hours)
Baby starts crying
Put baby to breast
Baby screams head off
Try different hold
Try different breast
Baby gets more upset
Looks to husband with expression that says “HELP!”
Husband takes baby to calm him
Husband feeds baby from bottle once calm
I am close to tears because I feel I have failed
Baby gets fed, calms down, and goes back to sleep
My head floods with questions/worries anyway -
Will baby ever breastfeed again?
What did I do wrong?
Will the next feeding go the same way?
Was he even hungry?
Should I have just let him sleep?
Is he gaining enough weight?

How can difficulty give hope?  The words that my sister-in-law spoke let me know that I am not the only mom/parent almost in tears and feeling helpless/hopeless at times.  I am not alone.  Every parent (even the smiley baby ones on Facebook) deal with a baby who seems inconsolable sometimes.  And my gosh there are smiley baby moments!  There are “easy” feedings and precious snuggles.  It is not always difficult, but when it is, it can be a challenge to see the light at the end of the tunnel. 

I have never been a glass half full person when it comes to my life.  I’m a little bit of a pessimist.  I used to feel like if I ever got happy and hopeful something would happen to shut down that happiness.  I have learned over the years though that I am so thankful for the difficult times because they make the good times SO MUCH BETTER!  I would take the smiles and snuggles for granted if I didn’t have the moments when I longed for them. 

You may not be a parent, but I am sure you can relate in some area of your life.  I’m not going to sugar coat it – life can be difficult, but you are not alone!  Do not be afraid to reach out and let someone know what you going through.  Ask for help!  Find someone to confide in!  If I have learned anything from becoming a parent, life is not meant to be accomplished by yourself!




Buzz Ya Later,

Whit