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Emmett and the Boob

Tuesday, February 7th, 2012

I love a nurse who can grab my entire breast and shove it into Emmett’s mouth. The way they do it makes it seem so easy. But on my own, it’s been a bit of a challenge. The technique of holding the boob in my hand and using it to guide E-man on, then using the other arm to prop him up gets quite tiring. This has been the routine for the past 11 days of breast-feeding. However, things are finally starting to get easier.

Neither of my babies had any trouble initially latching, despite the natural community’s warnings about the drugs from labor. Following the C-section,  both he and Fia immediately latched on. And mind you, I had more drugs in me than a Mexican cartel.

Emmett’s issue was that he kept slipping down onto the nipple, which starts to kill after awhile. A very on-the-ball nurse in the hospital discovered what she thought was contributing to the problem. He had a frenulum. It’s underneath and attached to the tongue and can keep the tongue from getting on the boob properly. His wasn’t bad, but we called in the lactation nurse and after some troubleshooting, she too concurred: His tongue was getting tired and he was slipping down.

The day we left the hospital I begged and pleaded, despite it being a Sunday, for an ENT to come in and snip it. I didn’t want any more time to pass and for him to get fussy on the boob.

The procedure took all of 5 seconds. No anesthesia. Very little crying. The guy comes in, snips it and puts him on me to nurse. I think it was a game changer. Ever since, Emmett has latched on better and hasn’t slipped down nearly as much. My boobs thank him for that.

His Tongue is Free! Hooray!

I had never heard of a frenulum. I’m glad someone discovered it and we sniped it in the bud, so to speak.

And, speaking of snipping…here’s our decision on circumcision. 

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Milestone Monday: Food Dilemma: I’m Doing it All Wrong–Except I’m Not

Monday, January 2nd, 2012

Author’s Note: Join me every Monday as I share Fia’s ongoing milestone (mis)adventures–from potty training to talking to everything in between.  Mayhem and mischief guaranteed on Milestone Monday!

Eating her Arm, While Distracted by Computer. Whatever Works!

I think we’ve turned a food corner. I’ve written a few posts about how frustrating it is to feed Fi.  And how I’ve just given in to Sesame Street. She watches while I shove food in her mouth. But lately–dare I say–it’s been getting better? In fact, the TV is rarely on when she eats.

Let me first back up: A few days before our move to LA in October, I took Fia to the pediatrician. I thought Wayne had accidentally scratched her eye, though nothing too severe (apparently a corneal scratch will take a 500-pound man to his knees, fyi. She was just a little whiny and occasionally would point to her eye and say “hurts”). Turns out, her eye was fine. But while I was there, the pediatrician asked about some other things, including Fia’s eating habits. I love Dr. Gold because she is a straight shooter. And her advice seems pragmatic.

I proudly told her our television was in transit and how I’ve turned to circus performing during meal times. I dance, I sing. I do anything to distract and shove food in. But I don’t turn on the television. This seemed a huge milestone to me.  She shook her head. Uh-oh, I thought.

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Milestone Monday: The 2-Year Check Up

Monday, December 12th, 2011

Fia had her 2-year old checkup last week here in LA. I loved her new doctor, Dr. Iyer, at Glendale Pedatrics. She walked in, sat down and said, “Tell me everything from the day she was born.” Wow, I thought, I get the doc for 5 hours. Ha. I gave her the synopsis of her little life and she asked questions, took notes and just seemed very engaged. Not rushed at all.

Fia is developing fine, physically and verbally. No red flags. She said the hypochondria is probably a combination of attention seeking + knowing her body parts, which is very exciting to kids this age. I can ignore a little more, (since right now I immediately go and “kiss” the hurt area), and tell her not everything has to always hurt. Seems logical.

A few reminders she pointed out that I have to stay aware of: toddler safety. Phil and I tend to get a tad complacent, thinking, “well, she knows better than to…(fill in blank).” And for the most part she does. But she is still a tot, so we have to be hyper vigilant. For example, sometimes I’ll let her eat while watching Sesame Street and I’ll be out of eyesight in another room cooking. The doc gently reminded me that humans can choke on just about anything. Even a raisin (I have looked over to Fia before in her highchair and seen a mouth full of them). We always need to sit with our babes while they eat and not leave them unattended. Remember: choking is silent.

Also:

–Plants, including Poinsettias, are poisonous. I knew they were to cats, but I didn’t know they were to us as well.

–Toilets: This is the age where she may start to throw things in the toilet (gross). And along with that, toddlers may reach in to retrieve their toy and fall in since they are head-heavy.

–Make sure chords on our blinds don’t loop. Cut them so they dangle down individually.

–Secure cabinets. Two ounces of perfume contain enough alcohol to kill a small child. Mouthwash too, as it’s 85-95% alcohol.

–Stove top: cook on the back burners of your stove if your toddler is around while you’re cooking. I know Fia can almost reach the front burner now. Also, turn your pot handles inward, so they can’t grab it and pull, potentially spilling boiling water on them, etc.

–Helmets: we are thinking of getting Fia a tricycle for Christmas. From the very beginning make them wear a helmet. You want to develop a life long habit on this one.

And for my own fun, here are her stats:

Weight: 25.4 pounds (30th percentile)

Height: 34 inches (50th percentile)

Head Circumference: 19.25 inches (83rd percentile).

Some helpful websites for safety issues as well:

http://www.parents.com/baby/safety/babyproofing/safety-hazards/

www.safechild.net

www.Cpsc.gov

www.safekids.org

Picture of doctor and baby via ShutterStock.com

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Lost and Found

Thursday, November 3rd, 2011

Exhausted From His Adventure

We lost Wayne Sanchez today. Phil put him in the section of the house where his litter and food are, so we could eat breakfast in peace.

Side note: He’s like a rabid raccoon. Or someone with Prader Willi syndrome. He has an insatiable appetite. If I turn my back for a split second, he’ll be drinking from my cereal bowl.

I went to let him out and he was nowhere to be found–until we stumbled upon a crawl space. It was way back in a cupboard that was open. Neither of us could even crawl back to see where it went (my pregnant stomach kept getting in the way), but it appeared to go to a hole in the floor. Thoughts of Baby Jessica came to mind. We rushed down to the basement to see if the space connected there. It didn’t. I began to get hysterical. I called the owner of the house at 7 a.m. and left her a frantic message. Then went hand-wringing to Phil.

“What if the hole goes to nowhere? Like deep into the ground?” I said, near tears.

“Jill, a hole goes to somewhere,” Phil said annoyed, though clearly stressed himself.

“Not necessarily” I said, panicked. “It could go to the sewer and then to the LA River and Wayne will be gone forever.”

“It would not. I’m telling you, a crawl space goes somewhere. If it went to the sewer we’d have rats in the house.”

Phil went outside to look around the exterior of the house.

Then I heard the magical words.

“I found him. Bring me food,” Phil shouted.

Wayne was sitting under the house in a screened in vent like-area, that apparently the hole dropped into.  Phil pried it open and held food out (never misses an eating opportunity). Wayne got close enough for Phil to grab him and pull him to safety.

The Hole to Somewhere

Fia and I cheered. Then I called the landlord. “Hi, it’s Jill again. We found Wayne. He is worse than a toddler. However, we need a handyman to cover up a hole in your house.”

Thank god the hole went to somewhere. I shudder to think of a world without Wayne.

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Sesame Street TV Addiction Broken??

Thursday, October 20th, 2011

We haven’t had television for a week. Internet is about to be disconnected. I feel like Laura Ingalls. Or, since we have running water and electricity, perhaps a better analogy is a squatter. We’ve been camping out in a nearly empty apartment for days now.

The upside to this is without the televison, I think we are starting to break the Sesame Street Addiction. Usually we put her in her high chair to eat and she immediately says “Waatchhh” (heavy emphasis on the “ch”.) I point to the spot where the TV was and say, “Baby, there isn’t a TV there anymore.”  Now Fia runs a tough bargain. She knows I’m telling her the truth, but still doesn’t like it, so she starts to fake wail, as if I’m strangling Ernie before her very eyes. This is where my circus performance kicks in (just wrote about it). I’ll try anything to distract her and I’m finding usually it works. The price I pay is sheer exhaustion from it all. But I think this is good. She can’t always associate eating with Elmo, right?

There was a recent study just published about allowing children under 2 watch TV. The American Academy of Pediatricians has stated that no benefits have been found. Maybe that’s true. Maybe Fia would have learned to count to 12 (in English and Spanish) and recite the ABC song from us reading more books to her. But she has learned those things from her fuzzy furry friends like Elmo and Oscar. And I don’t begrudge them, or myself for it. Sometimes I need a break. Or the easy way out. Call me a weak mom. Or a realistic one.

This doesn’t mean I’m proud of her TV addiction, especially when it comes to mealtimes. But I don’t think I’m causing life long problems either.  Sometimes the path of least resistance makes sense. To a point.

We have to stay in a hotel for a few nights in LA while our house is getting ready. I know she’ll see the tv and try and hold out for Sesame. But I’m going to try my best to stick to my guns. And once we’re in the new house, I plan on feeding her as much as possible outside in her highchair. I am hoping all the scenery that nature provides will trump her favorite furry friends. Stay tuned!

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