Our little big guy (as his sister calls him) has been growing like a weed since he came out of me. He was bigger at birth than sissy was and hasn’t slowed down since; they are currently only four pounds apart! Since Ever was a bigger baby, we very quickly made the switch from our infant car seat into a “big boy” car seat. If we didn’t already own an infant bucket seat from our daughter, it probably wouldn’t have made any sense to get one for our son as we barely used it. When I first bought our bucket seat I didn’t even realize that you could get car seats which are made to grow with your babe, all the way from infancy to childhood. The Safety 1st Grow & Go Air 3-in-1 Car Seat is just that. Continue reading
Our little bub hit the three month mark last week. I am not going to begin to apologize for being late on posting this because being late is my new reality and I’m okay with that! What I am not okay with Continue reading
One of my biggest regrets during my first year as a mom with Miss Lace was not pumping enough milk in the beginning few months of her life. I didn’t have the best breastfeeding experience with her initially (see The Truth About Breastfeeding Part One and Part Two) so it definitely impacted my decision on how much I wanted to breastfeed and pump when I first started out. Since I had never breastfed before, I didn’t realize that once your body learns your baby’s needs and regulates your milk supply, you will no longer produce excess milk. During my experience with Miss Lace, my supply drastically decreased when she was about four-five months old. I was no longer able to pump off any extra milk to store for the times I wanted to pass the task off to someone else, or sneak out sans baby. Even when I skipped a feed during that time by using the little milk I did have stored up, I was no longer able to replenish it by pumping that same amount. This was both discouraging and frustrating.
This time around with baby brother, I knew I needed to be more proactive and pump extra at the beginning of my breastfeeding experience so I could have a decent supply stored up for the times I needed to pass the duty off to someone else, go out solo with Miss Lace or just take a break by escaping for awhile on my own (if I ever find the time to actually do this!). Since his birth, I have been pumping an extra feed each night after I put him down for bed. I plan to continue to do this for at least another month or so until I build up what I think is a large enough freezer supply.
It feels like I just wrote Everton’s one month update, and in some ways I did because I was a little late last month on posting it. I figured if I didn’t get this one done pretty much on time I wouldn’t get it done at all since Christmas is almost upon us and life will be hectic with all the festivities!
In designing baby brother’s nursery, I knew I wanted to create a room that could grow with him as he grew up. I didn’t start off wanting a blue coloured wall, in fact I started off with quite the opposite. Originally I had pinned inspiration photos in shades of greys, whites and creams. I knew that I wanted to do an accent wall like we had done behind the crib in Miss Lace’s room so I began the hunt for the perfect wallpaper. Once I started looking, I found myself gravitating towards watercolour stripe wallpapers in shades of grey. I ordered a few different samples, but each time I was disappointed as they appeared to look either green or purple once taped to the wall in his room. After searching for a while more with little luck, I ended up ordering a black watercolour stripe sample and a blue watercolour stripe sample from the same company. The black sample looked too harsh and didn’t mix into my neutral and light look that I had originally formed in my mind so it was instantly off the table. I then decided to tape the blue sample to the wall and was surprised to find myself not hating the large amount of colour in brought into the room. I left it there for a few weeks and let myself slowly start to wrap my head around embracing the idea of colour.
My first monthly update and I am embarrassed to say I am already late to write and post it! I really hope this is not setting the tone for the rest of the updates I plan to do. Last week I was on week 2 of being sick with a head cold when I also experienced mastitis. I had mastitis before when Emsley was 6 weeks old. This time around I was more aware of what it feels like and when I got a plugged duct almost right away with Everton I quickly nipped it (pun intended). I think I missed this one because I wrote off the aches and chills to my cold instead of thinking it was anything else. Anyways, the point is I was feeling AWFUL last week and although I had snapped his pictures, sitting and typing this up never got done. So here it is now, better late than never!
Friday, October 20, 2017: Once Emsley was in bed and the later evening was upon us I found myself babbling to my hubby on the couch, telling him that I felt like this baby boy was never going to come. After having Emsley early at 38 weeks, it really messed with my head that our second babe should also come early. Despite having this feeling, I also sensed this little boy was going to cook longer than his big sis and I had predicted he would arrive during week 39. The Instagram world of mom’s shared their personal birth stores with me, informing me that their babies arrival dates varied, proving siblings didn’t always follow the same path weeks wise. Despite knowing all this and in the end not even making it to my due date, I found myself once again almost in denial that I was ever going to have this baby. The lead up had peaked for me around the start of 39 weeks and by the end of that week I was feeling deflated and discouraged. Almost feeling as though that belly of mine was there to stay for good, which was a terrifying thought since I was a whale and could barely eat, breathe or move anymore. Despite feeling physically ready and expecting him to arrive at any point, I secretly wished and was grateful that he hadn’t yet come. If you read my last post you’ll know that I was struggling with the acceptance of another babe. My “Emsley world” was a great world to be in and I was worried about how much baby brother’s arrival would affect her as well as our relationship. My maternity leave this time started at 39 weeks and because baby boy didn’t arrive before then, week 39 became Emsley and mommy’s week of fun. I focused on my one child whole heartedly, enjoyed my time with just her and dedicated each new day to her and her only. I am so incredibly grateful for that week. It really was unexpected to some extent but one hundred percent needed, valued and enjoyed.