New year, new hobbies, new distractions!


Just before Christmas, I started on a new adventure….crocheting! 
For anyone who belongs to the cult of crocheting, you know how much fun I have been having learning all I can, and creating new things. 
It was a little tricky at first, due to the fact that I am a lefty.  I finally found a few tutorials on YouTube, and am now working on a few projects! 
I started out with dishcloths, once I could create a straight square (my first attempt at a square turned out looking like what Princess called “soundswaves, you know the picture of sound you can see on the computer.”), which I ended up giving to family and friends as Christmas gifts!  They loved them!
I have now moved on to hats, which are SO MUCH FUN, and I was just given a pattern for crocheted “spiral-scrubbies.” My interpretation of the use of these things is kind of in replace of steel wool.
Along with my new found hobby, I have gained a few new friends!  A friend of mine added me to a facebook group she belongs to, as well as invited me along to one of her knitting nights with some lovely ladies!  I will definitely be going again next week!  Wee-man will be tagging along this time, because I may be out pretty late.
Now, with joining this wonderful group on facebook, and spending time with “the girls,” I have been introduced to one more thing… RAVELRY!!!!!! (This is a *WARNING*… if you have a life, children to tend to, a job, even a goldfish, perhaps clicking on the link is NOT your best choice.  This site is the social networking place to be for knitters and crocheters{is that even a word?} It is like crack…once you’re there, you are sucked into a pattern searching, friend making, project posting vortex of the interweb, never to be heard from again… I finally broke free long enough to write this post, but I’ll be back…we always go back!  I am serious though, this week has been like having a newborn all over again.  I am sleep deprived, haven’t showered in days{ok that’s a lie…}, I can’t find my kitchen counter, and I hope someone has been feeding my children….)
I know there has been some time between this and my last post, but in order to keep my sanity, and love of writing, I just can’t be trying to post everyday right now.
I am heading back to my new addiction, ahem, I mean hobby.  If you don’t hear from me in a week, send a search party, they should find me sitting on my couch, surrounded by yarn, hooks, and a laptop!



Nursing on the Outside

This post was written for the World Breastfeeding Week, “Perspectives: Breastfeeding from Every Angle.” blog carnival,  hosted by The Leaky B@@bVisit the Leaky B@@b for more perspectives on breastfeeding!

Wee-man will not nurse while we are out.  Well, that is not entirely true, but it is definitely easier for him to be in the comfort of our own home.  He has almost reached the 6 month mark.  I am learning that this can be a very distracting time for a nursling.  What with everything that is going on around us, who has time to stop and eat?

Wee-man is the type of babe that likes things calm and quite during mealtime.  This is only because if it isn’t, he cannot focus long enough to get his fill.  He will nurse for a few minutes, then *POP* off he goes, wanting to look around at what made that sudden noise, or *POP* what was that flash of light?  Most would see this as no big deal.  “Okay, so he’s finished.  You got away with a short nursing session.”  This, however, is NOT the case.  With every *POP* comes a few minutes of calm, but then Wee-man remembers why he was nursing in the first place…he was HUNGRY!!!  Then begins the crying once again.  This vicious circle could continue from about 10 minutes to a WHOPPING 45 minutes!

Don’t get me wrong, I love the time we spend nursing.  It’s a wonderful bonding experience and  I love every minute of it.  What most don’t realise is this *POP* is not just a gentle letting go of my nipple, no.  It is just as it sounds, a tug of my nipple and *POP* is the sound that is made when Wee-man finally pulls away far enough to unlatch, sometimes quite painfully. Needless to say, some days I end up rather sore, and wishing that I had stayed home all day.

The pain of course vanishes quickly when I look down and see these large brown eyes looking up at me with a huge smile on his face, milk trickling out of the corner of his mouth.  The pain is followed by a purely joyous feeling.  My baby is growing, and curious about his world around him.  It is no longer solely Momma and him.  There are other things going on around him constantly, and he is realising this more and more every day.

So, I could sit at home until Wee-man weans himself, to avoid a little nipple pain, or I could just suck it up (pun intended) and continue to nurse on the outside and enjoy watching my babe learn about the world around him, one *POP* at a time.

My first blog entry…EVER!

The playground at "Princess' " School

How to begin?  I have taken to the great outdoors in hopes of finding some inspiration for my first ever blog entry.  “Wee-man” (My 4 month, 3 week old son) and I dropped off big sister “Princess” at school after lunch (“Princess” is my 6-year-old daughter, who is currently enjoying her last 3 days of Senior kindergarten) and we are now enjoying the warm sun and cool breeze, sitting on a blanket at the park.  The contemplating begins…  What do I write about first?

Scenery...hoping for inspiration

I guess I should tell you why I decided to start this blog in the first place.
Let’s start with “Princess”.  My daughter was born in April of 2004.  She was a wonderful gift.  I was only 20 at the time, a little earlier than I had planned on having children.  I had so many things I wanted to accomplish before being a parent.  Oh well, you play with the hand you’re dealt, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.  My little girl is my angel, a precious gift.  Even though things with her father didn’t work out, I thank him everyday for giving me such a blessing.  Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not stating anywhere that my daughter always ACTS like an angel.  She is a typical 6-year-old.  She has temper tantrums, she whines, and she stomps feet and slams doors. She also says please and thank you, smiles and says hello to people walking down the street, helps out with her baby brother, and the housework (sometimes) and has the biggest heart  I have ever seen.
I found out I was pregnant early June 2009, just over a year ago.  It was an extremely stressful time.  I know, I know, pregnancies are supposed to be joyous occasions with celebrating and all sorts of happiness.  That might have been the case for me, had it happened with different circumstances. I was now carrying my second child, and had no partner, and no one to stand by my side during this pregnancy/child.  “Wee-man” (for now) is going to grow up with only a Mama to love him.  (Thank goodness I have plenty to spare my darling children!)   Things happen for a reason.  I have always believed that, so with that being said, I made the decision that I could do nothing more than carry on with this pregnancy and once again play the hand I was dealt.

Wee-man @ 72 hours old 🙂

With all that being said, I decided while I was pregnant that there were going to be some big differences this time around.
When “Princess” was born, I attempted to breastfeed.  This lasted all of 2 whole weeks before my nipples were cracked, bloody, swollen and sore.  I was too proud/naive when leaving the hospital to accept a visit from an LC.  “It’s breastfeeding.  How hard can it be putting a baby to your breast to feed them?”  WOW…Anyone who has breastfed their children know how WRONG I was about that one.  So, not knowing of many supports in my community, I switched to AF.  (That’s artificial food for you non-breast buddies, otherwise known as formula!)  I used disposable diapers, I fed her food from a jar (which I started at 4 months), I think I may have put her in a Snuggli twice, she slept on her own, and I would use a swing to put her to sleep for months after we brought her home.  There are many other things I’m sure that I am forgetting, but this is only one post, and I intend to have many more.

There have been so many differences with “Wee-man” already and he is only 4.5 months old!  I was determined this time that breastfeeding was the way I wanted to go.  NO MATTER WHAT, and let me tell you, there were a LOT of whats!  When “Wee-man” was born, he had what was called Transient Tachypnea of the Newborn.  He became a week-long NICU graduate.  It was a very tough time for my little family, but we pulled through.  “Princess” stayed with my parents for that week, and I stayed in the Mother room in the NICU.  Upon leaving, “Wee-man” had already started to gain some weight back.  A week later at his check-up with our GP, he had started to lose again.  This is when our GP suggested we supplement with AF to get him gaining.  I, unknowingly, thought this was our only option, and did just that.  After a brief upset at having to give my son formula, I found the LLL web forum.  Here I found out from very helpful women, how to wean him off of the formula and build my milk supply naturally.  This whole process took just over 2 months.  Another difference is sleeping arrangements.  “Wee-man” and I co-sleep.  Everyone has an opinion on this subject.  I didn’t agree with it until doing a LOT of reading online.  He won’t sleep anywhere else for any length of time, and who can blame him?  Do you enjoy sleeping alone?  I held off on food a little longer this time, and it is NOT from a jar.  I have ventured down the road of homemade purees.  I know it is more work than store bought *ick* and from Baby-led weaning, but this is the method I have chosen, and find it to be the one to fit “Wee-man” and I, plus I enjoy doing it.  I love to cook, so why shouldn’t I also enjoy making food for my baby boy?  Time isn’t much of an issue for me right now.  Until “Wee-man” is older and I go back to school (which is what I was pursuing before finding out I was expecting) being a WAHM gives me lots of free time.   I bought a wrap carrier, and have another Snuggli, “Wee-man” and I use them a lot more frequently than I did with “Princess.”  ATM, I am still using disposables (I know shame on me…) but I am looking into trying out cloth.  I have done my research, and I have listed all the pros and cons.  Now to just do it already!

This has been quite a lengthy entry, and I am hoping I kept your attention enough to keep reading through.  I am looking forward to sharing all of our adventures, similar and different alike.

What differences in child-rearing have you noticed with your children?  Do you have any regrets?  What did you do that you kept the same?  Let us know!

Perhaps "Wee-man" will blog one day as well....hmmm

It is time to leave the park, and finish our bike ride.  Until the next post:

MiSSa 🙂

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