When I was forced to give up breastfeeding for the health of my baby, I was heartbroken and plunged into an even deeper and darker postpartum depression. It seemed like a no-win situation: I was failing, and my baby was not getting "the best." Based on all that I'd been told about breastfeeding, a switch… Continue reading Confident Mom Interview #1: Meet Suzanne, the Fearless Formula Feeder
I destroyed the structural integrity of my boobs--what little there was--with an expensive, rented hospital grade breast pump in order to collect 500 ounces of milk that Stella would never drink. It sucked in every way. Worse was the guilt and anxiety. None of it made any sense, but thankfully, it's over. I was not… Continue reading Goodbye, breastfeeding guilt.
I haven't posted in so long because I'm lazy. But also, I needed to take a break and discover a new direction. So, this blog will probably change, and soon. But all the helpful resources pertaining to feeding issues will remain, and I hope that they continue to help and comfort people. The thing is,… Continue reading Steps in a new direction
On message boards across the web you can find, far too easily, cringe-inducing posts by moms skewering each other's parenting styles and choices--battles over breastfeeding versus formula-feeding and catfights about co-sleeping and cribs, and that's just the tip of the judgemental iceberg. This sad reality is partly why, even though it was necessary to ensure… Continue reading The truth about moms
A couple of weeks ago, I threw out 341 ounces of frozen breastmilk. That was just the bottom shelf. I still need to clear out the top one. It has been six months since the last of it was pumped, rendering my precious milk expired. At the beginning, every half ounce was sacred. Toward the… Continue reading Goodnight, milk.
So, Stella has been outside the womb for just about as long as she was in it. This seems like a big milestone to me and my uterus. Stells (that's not a typo--it's one of our nicknames for her) celebrated her nine-month birthday on Sunday. The occasion was marked with a Waterbabies class (with a… Continue reading Nine months
Stella took a little more than 34 ounces (1,030 mls) of 24-calorie-per-ounce formula today. The high end of normal for this age is 32 ounces of 20-calorie-per-ounce breast milk or formula. She's been eating like this for a few days. Holy moly. We stopped giving her Prevacid. She is now only taking Zantac. Yay for… Continue reading Stella Hungry.
Almost drank a glass of formula before bed last night. Instead of grabbing the Brita pitcher, I grabbed Stella's Dr. Brown's formula pitcher and started to pour. Luckily, I noticed something was off before I took a big thirsty gulp. Her non-dairy, amino-acid based formula smells like feet and tastes like a liquid multi-vitamin--gross, but… Continue reading “Formula was a bad choice…”
I've jumped back into the freelance writing life in an effort to make a bit of money while I stay home with Stella Bella. This, of course, necessitated the updating of my resume. It got me thinking. Some of my most impressive achievements and abilities will never grace the pages of this supposedly all-important document.… Continue reading My other resume
As Stella's occupational therapist put it, "Stella has internalized the joy of eating." Her feeding aversion is, well, history. A memory. Though not a distant memory, of course. We still get nervous if she goes for a long stretch without eating. We still watch her eating behavior like mama and papa hawks, and breathe a… Continue reading Days 22 through 25: Stella got her groove back