A few days ago, I was reading an article in Parenting magazine. There was a story on sexual predators and keeping your kids safe. Although I am not one of those insane, over protective mothers (okay, I am insane and over protective, but I am not obsessed with it), I do appreciate advice and information on keeping my child safe.
The article gave a link to look up sexual predators in your neighborhood (nsopr). I visited the website and was relieved to find out that my community has zero sex offenders (thank God). However, this does not give me a false sense of security. I realized that many sex offenders move without registering their new address and that potential sex offenders could be living in my neighborhood. So although this information is helpful, it is not a guarantee that my children will play in a sexual-predator-free community.
After I looked up my current community, I looked up the small city where I used to live in Kentucky. There were 26 registered sexual predators! 26! Holy shit, that is a lot of sex offenders in one community. Most of my family still lives in that community - including Bean and her two children. I was thinking of telling her about the list of sex offenders, but I may just be creating unnecessary fear. What do you think? Would you want to know?
Maybe I'll just tell her about the website. That way, if she wants to research the information, she can.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Monday, June 4, 2007
Let's talk about breasts baby
As most of you know, I had a very difficult time breastfeeding Porgie. When I think back on our experience, I have many regrets. Yet at the same time, I feel like I did the best that I could under the circumstances. I had a c-section, no one was around to help me with the baby, Porgie wasn't gaining weight, and I was suffering from a bout of baby blues. That first month home with my baby, was overwhelming and confusing. Life was one continuous struggle, until I finally started pumping. Although pumping is 100 times harder than breastfeeding, at the time it felt like pumping was a god-sent. Pumping was a way for me to give my baby breast milk without the tears of frustration, the pain of cracked and bleeding nipples, and the screams of hunger from my baby.
Even though my experience was less than joyous, I definitely want to try again. However, this time around I want to start pumping right away to help build my supply. With Porgie, I just assumed at my supply would be adequate if I breastfed exclusively. This was not the case. After a month of breastfeeding exclusively, Porgie had still not regained her birth weight. After I made the decision to start pumping, I was shocked to discover that I was only producing about 1 ounce of milk every 3 hours.
Instead of renting again, this time I am looking into purchasing a hospital grade pump off of eBay. However, I am also a little scared of purchasing the pump. What if I fail at the whole breastfeeding thing again? There is no way in hell that I can pump exclusively, with two children under the age of two to care for. Then I will be stuck with an expensive breast pump. John reminded me that I could always resale the pump on eBay, but I know that I wouldn't (what if we have another baby?).
So, as usual, I can't seem to make up my fucking mind. Maybe I should just rent again - but $37 per month is expensive.
I was wondering if anyone has any recommendations for a pump. With Porgie I used a Medela Classic pump, which I liked (but I never used anything else). What kind of pump did you use?
Even though my experience was less than joyous, I definitely want to try again. However, this time around I want to start pumping right away to help build my supply. With Porgie, I just assumed at my supply would be adequate if I breastfed exclusively. This was not the case. After a month of breastfeeding exclusively, Porgie had still not regained her birth weight. After I made the decision to start pumping, I was shocked to discover that I was only producing about 1 ounce of milk every 3 hours.
Instead of renting again, this time I am looking into purchasing a hospital grade pump off of eBay. However, I am also a little scared of purchasing the pump. What if I fail at the whole breastfeeding thing again? There is no way in hell that I can pump exclusively, with two children under the age of two to care for. Then I will be stuck with an expensive breast pump. John reminded me that I could always resale the pump on eBay, but I know that I wouldn't (what if we have another baby?).
So, as usual, I can't seem to make up my fucking mind. Maybe I should just rent again - but $37 per month is expensive.
I was wondering if anyone has any recommendations for a pump. With Porgie I used a Medela Classic pump, which I liked (but I never used anything else). What kind of pump did you use?
Friday, June 1, 2007
Pregnancy brain
Yesterday I went in for the ultrasound of my gallbladder. The appointment was at 9:00 am. Of course, Porgie slept until 8:00. When she finally woke me up, I was running around the house like a madman. Between 8:00 and 8:30, I feed Porgie a bottle, got dressed, put on my make-up, and brushed my teeth. By 8:35, I was on my way to the doctor's office.
I was pretty proud of myself for getting ready so quickly. I reached the office a few minutes before 9:00, and casually strolled toward the building. Upon reaching the front doors, I suddenly realized that I wasn't wearing a bra. How the hell does a girl leave the house without a bra? My brain is truly turning into mush.
I sat in the waiting room, fretting about my braless self. I analyzed the breasts of every other woman in the waiting room. I was hoping that maybe some of the other people were as stupid as me. No such luck. Everyone was wearing the proper undergarments.
When I was finally called back, the technician tucked a towel into the top of my pants and another towel into the bottom of my rolled up shirt. She knew I didn't have a bra on. I felt like the world's biggest asshole. I wanted to explain my bralessness, but decided to just keep my mouth shut. Ugh.
When I got home, I told John about my embarrassing experience. He told me that not wearing a bra is "hot." I knew he wouldn't understand.
I was pretty proud of myself for getting ready so quickly. I reached the office a few minutes before 9:00, and casually strolled toward the building. Upon reaching the front doors, I suddenly realized that I wasn't wearing a bra. How the hell does a girl leave the house without a bra? My brain is truly turning into mush.
I sat in the waiting room, fretting about my braless self. I analyzed the breasts of every other woman in the waiting room. I was hoping that maybe some of the other people were as stupid as me. No such luck. Everyone was wearing the proper undergarments.
When I was finally called back, the technician tucked a towel into the top of my pants and another towel into the bottom of my rolled up shirt. She knew I didn't have a bra on. I felt like the world's biggest asshole. I wanted to explain my bralessness, but decided to just keep my mouth shut. Ugh.
When I got home, I told John about my embarrassing experience. He told me that not wearing a bra is "hot." I knew he wouldn't understand.
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