My Toothless Wonder Is Better Than Yours

Sounds bratty, huh? Admit it though...our babies bring out the 5th grader in all of us. Moms are always sizing each other, and our babies, up? I'm as guilty as the next mother (not that I'm comparing, or anything). I think it hit me yesterday when I took my daughter to the neighborhood park for a quick swing on the swings. I stopped in my tracks when I saw a mom there, trucking through the mulch, in heels! Seriously, who are you trying to impress? That's when I checked out her daughter...

She looked a little older than my daughter...more hair, not quite as cute (hey, we're all bias), wasn't walking yet, still being carried around in the car seat (I give her mom credit for that! I wimped out on that thing a few months ago...although I did love what it was doing for my biceps). One thing I couldn't tell is if this little girl had any teeth. Probably did though, it seems every baby, but mine, has teeth. I'm a little sensitive about the whole teeth issue. I think it started when a little guy at the library, two months younger than Olivia, already had two...at barely five months no less. Even, my girlfriend emailed me, while on vacation in Florida, to tell me that her son (who's a week younger than my daughter) is now getting his top two to total four.

I started telling my husband this and he just looked at me and asked, "Does her baby crawl? Does her baby have hair? Does her baby say "mama?" Okay, I guess he has a point. All babies develop at their own pace. I think I knew all along but I finally realized, in the end, all babies will reach the same developmental finish line.

Afterall, aren't all 90 year old women pretty much the same...plus or minus a few teeth?


Patience Please

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Nursing Strike???

I think I spoke too soon when I expressed (no pun intended) my excitement over my daughter picking up breastfeeding where she left off, after a week apart. She seems to be in a bit of a nursing strike right now. It's going to take all I have to continue nursing her and I sure hope I can get to the year mark.

In just two days my little Olivia will be nine months old. With more than eight months of breastfeeding, two weeks of finger feeding (oh that was fun), two months with a nipple shield, and a week of exclusive pumping behind us, I hate to see it end like this. I'm hoping she's just on a nursing strike...dare I say "teething?" I feel like teeth are the answer to everything these days. She's cranky - teething. She's waking up at night - teething. She won't nurse - teething. She prefers dog toys, to her own - teething. You get the point. (By the way, she is still all gums!)

I've been doing a lot of reading on this and it seems that around this age many nursing strikes are blamed on teething...but I'm not sure if that's my little girl's problem or not. Here's how it started: for about two months now (since she started 3 solid meals a day) she's only been nursing 4 times a day, typically 6:30 am, 11 am, 3-3:30pm, 7pm. I would also pump at 10pm just to get a little extra milk in the freezer. Then about two weeks ago she all the sudden refused to nurse at 7pm. I thought it was possibly because she had just eaten dinner around 5:30 and perhaps she wasn't hungry. I pumped and offered her that milk and she took it right away. For a week this went on; all the while she was nursing fine the other three times during the day. Then I went away for a week without her and her grandparents gave her bottles of breastmilk the entire week. I returned and she went back to her old routine, still refusing the 7pm nursing. Then I figured out every time I nurse her during the day, with the exception of the last feeding, it's immediately after she wakes up. That's when I realized she's probably tired at the end of the day and she doesn't feel like working for the milk. So last night I decided, I'm not going to force her to eat. The last thing I want is to force-feed my daughter. I skipped it altogether and didn't even offer her a bottle. She slept until 6am. At that time she woke up, nursed like a mad woman and then went back to sleep until 8:40!!!! I then tried to get back into our routine of nursing at 11 and 3 but she refused both times. I should point out that since she slept so late this morning her schedule was thrown off and 11 and 3 are usually when she wakes up from naps, but today it was when she was about to go down for her naps.

I realize this all sound very confusing, but it is a confusing matter. While I like breastfeeding and want my daughter to have the benefits of breastmilk as long as she can, I am not so dedicated that I will exclusively pump and give her expressed breastmilk for the long term. For me, breastfeeding has a convenience factor along with all the other benefits.

So is this a nursing strike or is this a sleepy baby? Is this a baby who's eating too much solids or a baby who is just too curious about the world to spend 10 minutes breastfeeding?

I guess I'll just chalk it up to...just another challenge of newmamahood. And in the meantime, I'll ask the pediatrician what he thinks when we go for our 5th visit in 3 weeks tomorrow.

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Pumping & Dumping

If Le Leche knew what I did last week I might be tarred and feathered. I threw out a week's worth of breastmilk. More than 100 ounces of precious breastmilk down the drain...as if it were simply water.

I can't believe I had to do it! And I wish there was another way, but being away from my 9 month old daughter for a week and with no way to bring back all that milk I had to "pump and dump." I poured a good 10 oz of milk down the drain of two different airplanes when I had to sit in that tiny, smelly bathroom and hope we didn't hit turbulence. (Of course, that was only after I ran my pump through security and the female TSA officer coudn't figure out what "it" was. "It's a breastpump," yelled her co-worker from three aisles away. Gee, thanks!) I pumped in an airport bathroom carefully balancing one butt cheek on the paper seat cover while trying to hold the pumps in place with on arm and stretching to keep the bathroom door pulled shut since it had a bum lock. I dumped about 12 oz there. I pumped in the passenger seat of a two seater, lowrider convertible (top up, of course) going 75 mph down I-17 from Scottsdale to Sedona....forgot a blanket, so that was a little tricky keeping everything covered. As you can see, the highway pumping session was well worth the view!

If there's a bright side - I did enjoy a few drinks, a caesar salad, goat cheese and ahi tuna...a few favorites I've had to stay away from the past 18 months. And my fears, that my daughter would refuse the breast when I returned from a baby-free vacation, were unfounded. She latched back on like we were never separated. But after a week of exclusive pumping, 4 or 5 times a day I can't imagine how mom's who exclusively pump do it. Breastfeeding is just so convenient.

Ah, the things we do for our kids!

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