Out and about in our stretchy wrap
I also would like to send my congratulations and understanding to those who have decided to close their blogs now their little ones are here. I'll miss your voices and wish you all the best.
I expect to continue to blog intermittently about things I create (probably things for Pickle), and in time perhaps, our efforts to give Pickle a sibling. We'd prefer Pickle not to be an only child, however I am very aware my chances decrease with every day I age and just because I beat the odds once doesn't mean I can do it again. Of course it doesn't mean I can't either but I'm not sure I could go through another loss or so in the process. The point is moot for now as I'm unlikely to become pregnant anyway while I breastfeed Pickle.
My high nutrition diet has gone a bit awry since Pickle's birth too so that is not going to help my fertility. While we ate all the food I had stashed in my freezer the first few weeks, I dropped the baby weight almost immediately and am now struggling to keep up the calorie intake required for breastfeeding a hungry baby without resorting to quick solutions like pasta bakes and various things on toast.
I had planned on spending the first four weeks at home working on getting to know each other and figuring out a rhythm. It feels like I spent the first six weeks running around to appointments: scheduled maternal and child health nurse appointments, weighings every three days, lactation consultants, hearing test, hip ultrasound (due to breech). I am relieved to say we've finally settled into a bit of a rhythm in the last week or so.
I finally managed to complete and submit my somewhat garbled essay by the deadline by having Mr Duncan have her (bringing her to me for feedings) for a weekend. As my friends kept reminding me, it needed to be submitted on time, it didn't need to be good. Hopefully its good enough and I get the continuing education credits.
A quick summary of posts I've meant to write about in the last 8 weeks:
- Pickle's birth - I won't write a birth story, suffice to say I'm not a fan of spinal anaesthetic or c-sections, but the team were great and the result was a healthy baby. I remain irritated at the midwives at my first new hospital appointment for telling me to cut back on calories and the obstetrician at the IUGR ultrasound for saying Pickle was in the 60th percentile for size so we were expecting a larger baby. She was 2.6kg (5 pounds, 11 oz). Small but perfect.
- Breastfeeding - I was concerned about not having early skin to skin and baby led breastfeeding with a c-section and found breastfeeding very difficult. The three days I spent in hospital Pickle wouldn't latch, despite various midwives grabbing my breasts and shoving them at her tiny mouth which I found extremely unhelpful. I managed to express good amounts of colostrum and feed it to her in a syringe. Once my milk came in Pickle would sort of latch and then immediately fall asleep.
By the time of our two week visit she'd lost the weight she'd gained since birth and the maternal health nurse strongly suggested supplementing with formula. I convinced her to agree to my supplementing with expressed breast milk and she recommended we hire an electric pump at considerable expense and feed Pickle for only five minutes a side before expressing and giving her the expressed milk from a bottle. Bad idea. Poor Pickle wouldn't take my milk from a bottle and ended up starving with horrible tummy pains from too much foremilk. After two days of pumping and lots of internet research I took the executive decision to ignore the health nurse advice and return to our sleepy feeds and I'm pleased to say that at 8 weeks she is now a 3.9kg (8 pounds, 9oz). We still don't have a great latch and she gulps down way too much air, which causes its own set of problems, but breastfeeding is no longer painful and Pickle is clearly getting enough to eat now. So that will have to do.
- I had been reading about elimination communication/natural infant hygiene while I was pregnant. It made sense to me that babies instinctively don't want to sit in their own mess and it is a common practise in other cultures - I remember seeing Mothers hold out their babies when we were driving through Africa. I was considering trying it when Pickle was 3 or 4 months old, however at five weeks she began peeing on the changing mat each time her nappy was taken off so we started holding her over a tiny potty at each change. I can now tell when she wants to go about 80% of the time and very seldom need to change a dirty nappy (she makes an unmistakeable set of noises to indicate she needs to go prior), although there are still wet ones. Pickle hilariously loves sitting perched upon her tiny throne and the posture really helps her pass gas and ease her tummy pains. We'll see how it goes as she gets older and more active...