WARNING - This posts contains lots of booby talk. I think I used the word boob at least 5,246 times.
I have a bum boob. From the very beginning of my breastfeeding adventures, my left boob has always had problems. During the first month that I attempted to breastfeed Porgie, I had reoccurring clogged ducts on the left side. It was very painful. After numerous hours of pumping and applying warm compresses, my boob would feel better. After I started pumping, I noticed that my left side only produced about half of what the right side produced. Fortunately, I rarely ever had clogged ducts after I started pumping. Thus, my bum boob problems became a distant memory.
After Izzy was born, he nursed frequently. And by frequently, I mean ALL THE DAMN TIME. I never became engorged or had clogged ducts for the first several months after Izzy's arrival. But, times are changing and Izzy no longer requests to nurse 23 hours out of the day.
About two weeks ago, I got a clogged duct on my left side. I pumped and pumped and pumped, but the side of my boob still felt like a damn rock. After nursing Izzy on the left side for about an hour, I felt some relief. This past weekend, I got another damn clogged duct in my left boob. I pumped and pumped and nursed and nursed, but nothing helped. My boob was throbbing, and I was in near constant pain.
After an entire day of agony, I decided to try a different nursing position. I got Izzy into the football hold, and I nursed him for about 20 minutes. Miraculously, the duct came unclogged, but my boob still hurt. It continued to hurt on Sunday, and it still hurts today.
I think my boob is broken.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Say cheese!
I wussed out and swaddled Izzy this weekend. Have I mentioned that I am a creature of habit? Izzy would probably be fine without the swaddle, but I am afraid to change our routine. So, we are going to continue swaddling for now. Friday's post is bound to pop up again in the future. Sorry in advance.
We FINALLY took Izzy to have his pictures taken this weekend. It was a pretty horrific experience. Our appointment was scheduled for 3:30, and we arrived at promptly 3:30. A woman was in the middle of her photo shoot, and another group was waiting to go next. What the hell is the point of appointments if you have to wait for an hour anyways?
We waited and waited and waited. After about 40 minutes, the group ahead of us was called back. They had a little girl, maybe 3 or 4 years old, who was suppose to appear in the pictures. But, she had other ideas. She pitched a fit of epic proportions. She SCREAMED and SCREAMED. Her mother tried to bribe her with McDonald's, but the little girl just started SCREAMING for a hamburger. The two woman started getting very angry with the child. They were screaming at her, and she was screaming for a hamburger, and I just wanted to slap all three of them. After enduring 10 minutes of nonstop screaming they left, dragging the tantruming preschooler out the door.
We were finally called back. We discovered that our favorite photographer no longer worked there, and instead we were stuck with some random dude. Izzy was adorable and smiley, but the photographer was incompetent. I really wanted a tummy time shot, but I never got one. I really wanted a picture of Porgie and Izzy in their diapers but I never got one. We left the studio disappointed. Of course, I still purchased $100 worth of photos, because my children are freaking adorable.
I should probably mention that I am photo junkie. I had Porgie's pictures taken at 3, 6, 9, 12, and 18 months. And I plan on doing the same for little Izzy. What about your kids? How often did you have their pictures taken?
We FINALLY took Izzy to have his pictures taken this weekend. It was a pretty horrific experience. Our appointment was scheduled for 3:30, and we arrived at promptly 3:30. A woman was in the middle of her photo shoot, and another group was waiting to go next. What the hell is the point of appointments if you have to wait for an hour anyways?
We waited and waited and waited. After about 40 minutes, the group ahead of us was called back. They had a little girl, maybe 3 or 4 years old, who was suppose to appear in the pictures. But, she had other ideas. She pitched a fit of epic proportions. She SCREAMED and SCREAMED. Her mother tried to bribe her with McDonald's, but the little girl just started SCREAMING for a hamburger. The two woman started getting very angry with the child. They were screaming at her, and she was screaming for a hamburger, and I just wanted to slap all three of them. After enduring 10 minutes of nonstop screaming they left, dragging the tantruming preschooler out the door.
We were finally called back. We discovered that our favorite photographer no longer worked there, and instead we were stuck with some random dude. Izzy was adorable and smiley, but the photographer was incompetent. I really wanted a tummy time shot, but I never got one. I really wanted a picture of Porgie and Izzy in their diapers but I never got one. We left the studio disappointed. Of course, I still purchased $100 worth of photos, because my children are freaking adorable.
I should probably mention that I am photo junkie. I had Porgie's pictures taken at 3, 6, 9, 12, and 18 months. And I plan on doing the same for little Izzy. What about your kids? How often did you have their pictures taken?
Friday, March 28, 2008
To swaddle or not to swaddle
We have been swaddling Izzy in a blanket for a few months now. At first, it seemed to help him sleep a little better at night. After a week or two, he reverted back to his old habit of waking every two hours. I stubbornly continued to swaddle him, hoping that he would sleep better.
Now, at 4 months old, Izzy barely fits into his swaddle blanket, but he can't settle down without it. He doesn't even like to nurse unless he is tightly swaddled. This is a major problem when we are in public or at a friend's house. My stubborn little boy will go 4 or 5 hours without nursing, if I don't swaddle him.
The most annoying part is that Izzy fights being swaddled. Sometimes, I have to enlist John's help, just to get his little arms down. And when he gets really pissed, he just busts right out of the swaddle. Some nights, I have to reswaddle him three or four times.
Basically, Izzy is too big and active to be swaddled, and I want to stop, but I am afraid that he won't sleep or eat.
Regardless of my fears, it is time to stop. I am actually thinking about putting him to bed unswaddled this weekend. Wish me luck!
Now, at 4 months old, Izzy barely fits into his swaddle blanket, but he can't settle down without it. He doesn't even like to nurse unless he is tightly swaddled. This is a major problem when we are in public or at a friend's house. My stubborn little boy will go 4 or 5 hours without nursing, if I don't swaddle him.
The most annoying part is that Izzy fights being swaddled. Sometimes, I have to enlist John's help, just to get his little arms down. And when he gets really pissed, he just busts right out of the swaddle. Some nights, I have to reswaddle him three or four times.
Basically, Izzy is too big and active to be swaddled, and I want to stop, but I am afraid that he won't sleep or eat.
Regardless of my fears, it is time to stop. I am actually thinking about putting him to bed unswaddled this weekend. Wish me luck!
He looks like he hates it, but he really loves it.
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