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Friday, 17 December 2010

  • Yes, we are still breastfeeding

    Oh the great debate among mothers, to breastfeed or not to breastfeed, and if so, for how long. For me, it was a very easy answer: YES! As we approach the 1 year mark Adah isn't showing any signs of stopping. She still wants it 3-4 times a day and that's perfectly fine with me. My BFing plan was to go to six months and then let her decide how much longer she wanted to go, knowing that most babies stop somewhere between 12-18 months. I love breastfeeding my daughter, the time we share, when she tells me she wants to BF by saying "nah." I think the reason I love it so much now is because of how difficult it was in the beginning.

    Adah inherited my mouth- the gapped teeth (which is so adorable on her), the small recessed jaw, and worst of all the high palette. For babies to BF they need feel the nipple on the roof of their mouth (to activate the sucking reflex). Adah already had the problem of not being able to get enough boob in her mouth with her overbite, the high palette just made things worse. The poor girl wanted it, she just couldn't get it. But I was SO determined to make this work, I used shields and pumped and did everything I could to give my baby what was best. It was torturous, let me tell you. I knew there would be some pain, but this was beyond what I was told. The only person I had to lean on for experience was my MIL and all three of her kids were easy. My SIL's baby never got the hang of it and she pretty much gave up and pumped instead. The LC couldn't offer any help either as she never dealt with a high palette baby before. I took a whole week off of actual breastfeeding when she was 3 weeks old and just pumped (which was crappy since I only had an "occasional use" pump, which broke so I had to get a hand pump, I wouldn't get my Medela for another 2 weeks). And then one day, Adah was laying in my lap being all cute and suddenly she turned towards my breast opening her little mouth. I thought, well why not, let's give it another go. And so we did. She latched on beautifully and drained me like she was starving. I was so proud of her (still am), my baby girl learned how to overcome her problem and figured it out. By the time my fancy Medela pump came in, I didn't need it. I pumped bottles so Paulo could feed Adah at night, but pretty soon she wasn't needing that either. We became pros at breastfeeding.

    So why was it so important for me to breastfeed my baby? After all the problems, why didn't I just switch to formula? (BTW, we have given her formula when necessary, I'm not against it at all). Well, I for one have "stubbornness issues." I wanted to prove that I could do it, that I could feed my baby. I wasn't breastfed, which is probably a good thing in retrospect but that's a whole 'nother side dish.

    I firmly believe that breast is best. After all, we're mammals, we're covered in hair and we make milk for our babies. I will never understand why a perfectly healthy mom would choose not to breastfeed her newborn, even for a little bit. Yes it's hard, read above, I know. The benefits so outweigh the early discomfort of getting used to a little person sucking on your boobies. And yes, I understand that there are certain medical conditions that may prevent breastfeeding.

    1. It's cheaper. Formula cost money, lots of money. And you can end up wasting a lot of money trying to find the formula that works for baby.

    2. It's always available. There's no need to make bottles in advance or worry about bottles going bad when you're out and about. Of course, if you pump then you still have that problem.

    3. It healthier for baby. Breast milk gives baby the antibodies she needs to fight off viruses/bacteria while her immune system is developing. Plus it's what her immature digestive system knows how to digest, not to mention she gets all the nutrients she needs (even the best formula can't mimic breast milk completely)

    4. It's healthier for mom too. We all know it's best for baby, but many don't know it's best for mommy too. BFing burns a lot of calories so you drop the baby weight pretty quickly. You actually have to eat about 500 additional calories a day in order to keep up with the demands of milk-making. Even then, mom's body will still make the milk, so don't fret over missing a meal. Also BFing releases the hormone oxytocin, which helps your uterus shrink back to it's original size faster, which reduces postpartum recovery time. Also, moms who BF are less likely to develop heart disease and diabetes and have lower blood pressure and lower cholesterol.

    Those are just some of the benefits, for more visit Kellymom.com a wonderful site that has a lot of info on breastfeeding and it has been my source for everything from latching on to milk blisters. Please, if you're gonna be a new mom or know someone who is, consider breastfeeding, even for a short time. A lot of women feel that they don't have the support, but it's there. I know that I have had the luxury to stay at home with my daughter, and many women aren't so lucky, but many states have breastfeeding laws for women who work and need to pump, so check out your states family laws.

Tuesday, 14 December 2010

  • Wow it has been awhile....

    It's been like 3 years since I last blogged....dang. So, here's what's been going on in my life:

    I am still married :) Paulo and I have been married close to 4 years now (in Feb.) and we are *gasp* still in love. 2008 was incredibly busy, I was trying to cram the last of my schooling in to graduate. On May 9, 2009 I did in fact graduate, so Yay! Three days later Paulo and I were in Germany visiting his relatives and about to embark on a month long Euro-trip. May 19th I found out I was pregnant :O We went ahead and continued on our trip. So I got to experience Europe for the first time ever just barely pregnant. I never got morning sickness, but I did get really nauseous a few times. However, I was really tired and hungry the whole time and really wanted chicken noodle soup which is impossible to get anywhere in the Mediterranean. My other craving was fruit, and I ate peaches throughout Italy. 

    The rest of my pregnancy was pretty easy. I had placenta previa for a short time, which is normal. At 7 months they told me I was diabetic, but I didn't think I really was, and by the end my doctor agreed. I actually enjoyed my pregnancy and felt so good, the pelvic pain was horrible though. I have been suffering with a weird stomach/gallbladder problem that prevents me from eating meat, and any food with lots of fat/cholesterol, and it causes me lots of painful gas. While I was pregnant that all went away, but has since come back.  On January 5th 2010 we welcomed our beautiful daughter Adah, I'll post her birth story later, since it is rather amusing.

    And since then I have been a Stay At Home Mom. And yes, it is a tough job. Adah is a wonderful baby though, just absolutely perfect and adorable. Adjusting to "life as a mom" has been hard on me, especially with Paulo working and schooling full time. Although he is finally done with the University as of this week!! Now he just needs to finish one course from LSU online to take his CPA exam and then find a job. Speaking of, I did go back to work part time in August, like barely part time, only 4hrs a week. It gets me out of the house and I get to talk to other adults (I have a funny story actually about that, but later). I'm hoping to work a little more next spring as well. I love my work, and wanted to learn more about computers and get certified, but I don't think it's gonna happen anytime soon.

    I have in fact started another blog...can I even put it here....on Blogspot about Kimono. I really need to put up my next post. I only started it in November, and plan to only update a few times a month. (mamamizuki.blogspot.com)

    Well, that's about it in a nutshell. More to come.

    ~Z

Monday, 19 November 2007

  • Where do we go from here?

    As the Buffy Musical Episode song so poignantly expressed, where do I go from here?  This semester has been nothing short of stressful, more so than usual.  A lot has happened, and as the semester winds to its end, I have to ask myself, what do you want out of life? what do you want to do?  what's your purpose?

    I may never know or understand my purpose, but I should at least have some idea as to what I want out of life, right? Unfortunately for me, I have never been more confused about the subject.  I'm comforted in the knowledge that I'm not the only one out there who has no idea what they're doing or what they want to do.  When I was younger, I knew what I wanted to be, life was simple then.  Now it's all complicated.  I have school fees, rent, utility bills, car notes, insurance, etc.  And then there's the ungodly amount of homework that I am expected to be able to do despite the fact that I work and have a family.  Granted my family right now consists of just me and Paul, but still, out of all my classes I'm like the only married student. 

    With all this drama and stress I call my life, there is not much room for contemplation.  I have about three more semesters and then I graduate.  Paul is back in school now and he has a lot longer.  For a time the plan has been that after I graduate I work full time to help get Paul through school and pay off student loans.  But then what?  I've always said I wanted to work in a museum.  But that would require a museum to work in.  I could work for the Antiquities dept here at the UA, but do I really want to do that still?  A lot of questions have popped up, and I need to search for the answers.  Paul has suggested I could do voice acting, he thinks I could have some real talent there.  And there has been this nagging feeling, I guess you could call it a feeling, that I should counsel.  I tend to find myself giving advice and listening to my friend's problems.  A little soul searching never hurt anyone.

Wednesday, 07 November 2007

  • A Lot Has Happened....A Friend is Lost

    Since my last entry, my life has been nothing less than hectic.  To follow up on my prof post, my prof gave me another chance on a paper and has been a little more lenient.  I've mainly just been working hard at my homework, trying desperately to get it done.  Right now the most stressing assignment is my speech, followed by my lecture.

    For those that don't know, there is going to be an anime convention on Nov. 17 here in town.  I was volunteered to give a lecture/presentation.  EEEk.  I have no idea why I accepted.

    But what I'm really here to talk is my wonderful hamster, Powder. 

    Last night sometime, little Powder passed away.  We believe he was not in pain, but passed peacefully.  He was nearly two years old.  We have many fond memories with him and feel blessed that he was a part of our lives.  We are sad that we could not have had more time with him.  We will surely miss him.  He was the best hamster anyone could ask for.  He never bit, he had the best personality, he was so cute especially when he looked up at you with those red button eyes.  He loved peanuts, running in his ball, cuddling with cloth(his favorite was pink), chewing on his bars, he loved his pink chewy sticks, opening up his cage door-even when it was locked, hiding stuff from us-like bits of plastic he got from bags nearby.  I never knew that such a small creature could offer so much in his short life.  Our lives were enriched by his presence.  He has left us with many many happy memories.  His legacy will live on.  Powder, you lived a good life and you died well. Run, Powder, run, for now you are finally free. Powder
    In loving memory ~Powder, April 2006-November 2007

Wednesday, 26 September 2007

  • Professors...nuf said

    Why do professors think that their class is the only class you are taking?  Why?  Not all professors are like this, I'll grant you the few who still remember what it's like to be a student.  But then there are those, and you know who I'm talking about, who don't seem to care at all that your other professors have assigned huge amounts of work and that if you could only have just a little longer to do your assignment...but they don't care.

    But they should care.  Oh how they should care.  For one, YOU pay their paycheck, they should then be more than willing to aid you in any way to ensure that you do your very best in the class.  But for some reason, they don't think about this.  And another thing, as teachers, aren't they supposed to help you?  Oh, wait, a lot of them, especially those that are tenure, don't really care anymore.  They get paid no matter if their students pass or fail.  If there was a system in place where professors got paid like commission for every student who legitimately passed, perhaps they would change their tune.  Of course that system would have many flaws and and would be cheated...happens in other areas, as in standardized testing, already.

    I do my very best.  I do.  But sometimes it's not good enough.  I'm newly married, school 12hrs a week, work 20+ (and I realize many work more than me, but oh well), recently moved into a new townhouse, very recently bought a new car, but none of this matters apparently.  I rarely see my husband, the only time I really get to see him is when we go to bed, and it's "good night" and out.  I don't see him in the mornings, I have class until 12:30, he works until 3pm, I go to work between 3-6 (depending on the day) and work until 10pm some nights, and he has class either from 4-6pm or 7-9pm.  He also caters the football games.  So I guess we should be lucky to spend Sunday together...(and I know, some of you out there have spouses over in Iraq and whatnot, but mine is right here in town and I don't get to see him). 

    Homework.  They don't seem to care about it.  I spend so many hours doing it mindlessly that I'm not really learning anything.  My major is pretty tough.  I've spent 15hrs of schooling translating ancient texts.  Ancient Greek is not an easy language.  The grammar is complicated and made more so by the fact that there is no syntax.  The subject could be at the end, the verb at the beginning and random nouns and object pronouns interspersed throughout.  The key is understanding the horribleness that is declensions, or "matching the endings"  and that shit is hard.  I spend countless hours on one passage, go to class do my damndest at translating, and come out with maybe an 85%, if I'm lucky, at participating.  And apparently no matter how hard I try my professor is harder on me.  At least in Ancient Greek...I have him for another class...I'll get to that later.

    Take today for instance:  I spent about 6hrs total on today's passage, a whole 40 lines, and I take notes in my book above the Greek to help me out some.  I can't remember 40 lines worth of vocab and grammar!  I'm sorry I'm not a super language genius like some.  My professor gets on to me for this.  It's not like I'm completely translating the damn passage word for word- I just write verbs I'm not familiar with (usually in their present tense) and unique phrases and whatever the commentary might say regarding the section.  In fact, a good bit is left blank.  But still, because I'm not good enough, he gets on to me. This semester I have been trying very hard to understand the Greek better and be better prepared.  But, my professor still "coaches" me through the translation, but I don't need it as much, and because he does this, I get points taken off. Also, I apparently do not pronounce the words right, at least to his standards.  I started reading today, and he stopped me mid word and told me "to concentrate on where the accent was and put the right emphasis over the right syllable"  I cant even begin to describe how this made me feel.  So what I wasn't pronouncing it quite right? I was tired from the little bit of sleep I got from staying up late and translating the damn thing!  Singling me out like that, sheesh, I wanted to cry so much, I wonder if anyone noticed my ears burning red...

    And because of all this stress over one class, I've been neglecting my other classes, which makes me feel even worse.  In my Intro to Greece class, we read the Iliad, I was excited about reading it after having read the Odyssey, but I read maybe two full books out of 24.  I managed to do the questions on each book only because my professor is gracious enough to put down line numbers.  But I don't like skating by, especially in classes I want to take.  Such as Modern Greek.  Yiorgos is like an uncle to me, and I hate to disappoint him, but I have to sacrifice the homework sometimes.  I also haven't been doing as well as I should on quizzes/tests, because I have to sacrifice homework. 

    Perhaps I don't have any excuses, but that still doesn't mean my teachers should care less.  Don't they want to see their pupils succeed?  Or have they completely forgotten what it means to be a teacher?  The classes in question, minus the Intro one, are quite small.  Four students in one, seven in the other.  True, my professor has many other students in other classes I don't take, but, I've had him as my didaskolos for many semesters now.  Surely, by now he knows what I'm capable of.  But maybe that's just it.  Maybe he knows I can do more. 

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