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Friday, December 18, 2015

Celebration & Adoption



It's been one year. One year since nothing and everything changed at the pound of the gavel.

For two years I held my breath. On this day, however, relief filled my lungs and we proudly got to call him by our last name. It meant so much more than just us though, it was the gospel right there in the local court house...

He predestined us to be adopted as sons through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will.
 Ephesians 1:5

The moment of J officially joining our family is still hard to put words to, so here's the full story.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Bitter & Sweet

Three years ago today J's life collided with ours. If I'm honest, it's a day that I sort of dread and look forward to when it gets close on the calendar.

On this day three years ago, brokenness was overwhelming. He came to us in a condition no baby should be in and the memory of that still haunts me.

But then I am also flooded with joy. J was our Christmas present that can never be topped. He made me a mama; an incredibly blessed mama.


J is still little enough now that he doesn't really know what is going on and what the meaning of this day is. We have told him it's the day that he came to live with us and his response is usually, "Yea, this my house!" I realize that each year he grows he will have more questions and be able to grasp what it actually means. How will we process that? I'm not sure.

I do know, though, that we will tell him how nervous we were. How Daddy needed his inhaler from running around gathering supplies. How I called Aunt Mimi to ask what a 3 month old even does. How we stayed up most of the night just watching him breath. How Daddy cried when he showed J the Christmas tree. How I cried when I first fed J and he looked directly in my eyes the whole time. How happy he made us the moment we got the call that a 3 month old baby boy was headed our way. Most importantly, how God's hand was in every moment...even the bitter moments.

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in times of trouble.
Psalm 46:1

So there will be lots of tears today. Tears of sadness and thankfulness all at the same time...

Thanks be to God for his inexpressible gift!
2 Corinthians 9:15

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Exclusively Pumping & How I Maintained My Sanity

I went into breastfeeding with the best of intentions, but also knowing that it often doesn't go smoothly. "Doesn't go smoothly" is such an understatement.

I ended up with some complications during recovery that left me severely anemic which also left me severely tired. I tried, though. In fact, right when he came out I tried to feed him. It wasn't too successful so they let the lactation consultant know that I wanted guidance. The lactation consultant was in my room about every three hours to help us (side note: thank God for her because she actually was the one who sounded the alarm on my complications). G didn't know how to suckle and so she did some techniques to help him get the hang of it. She did a wonderful job and I felt somewhat confident leaving the hospital that we could work through this.

We got home and we continued to try. To be honest, I was hurting a lot. He was screaming at my breast a lot. I cried a lot while trying. There are so many women who work through this and I commend them! You ladies are warriors! I, however, quit. I quit and that's okay.

This is where the glorious pump comes in! I started pumping every two hours religiously. This was time consuming, but it beat fighting my newborn for hours on end to breastfeed. At first I would get a total of about 3 ounces per pump, but as I continued the volume continued to increase. I pumped every two hours for 10 weeks and it was brutal at times. I felt like a diary cow. No, I was a diary cow. It paid off though because I began getting about 9-12 ounces per pump, which allowed me to begin a stockpile. A stockpile that would not only feed my baby, but has also fed five other babies (check out human milk for human babies). Once I had a good stockpile, I started pumping every 3 hours for weeks 10-16, then every 4 hours for weeks 16-18, and now I'm doing every 5 hours.

I want to encourage those who are just starting to exclusively pump that you can do this. It's hard but you can do it. It's one of those things that really does get better over time.

Equipment you need to get started:

1. Pump with vehicle adapter (Insurance will cover a pump but you'll still have to buy the adapter.)
    Yep, you'll be pumping in the vehicle. I've pumped going down the highway and in parking lots. Considering this, you might want to consider a cover if it makes you uncomfortable to have truck drivers see you pumping.

2. Extra storage bottles

3. Storage bottles with nipples
    There are slow flow nipples available for younger babies.

4. Freezer bags
    Another option is to use zipper lock bags and freeze the breast milk in trays. Once the milk is frozen you can pop it out and store in the zipper lock bags. It's more cost effective!

5. And let's be honest, you'll need a deep freeze. Or at least some one who will let you store your stock pile in their deep freeze.

Now, let's talk suction cup fit. It's incredibly important! I was using the wrong size for the first, ehhhh, 10 weeks? There were blisters. I finally reached out to my sister-in-law, who also happens to be an amazing lactation consultant, and she suggested that I look into a different size. That made a world of difference and so did lanolin.

To conclude, I'm a fan of fed babies. Breastfed, breastfed through a bottle, tube fed, and formula fed because fed babies are happy babies.