When I first made my IG account public and started this blog it was just around the time that I gave birth to Miss Lace and because of that, I realize that the majority of people who might read my blog don’t know my “pre baby life” very well. To make up for that, I’ll give you a quick snapshot of what my life was like before having babies.. Continue reading
Hellooooo 2018! These past couple weeks have brought back the normalcy of life again as we fall back into our more typical routines around here. Although there’s some disappointment that the Christmas season is done (mostly because I miss the decor!), there’s also a sense of calm that comes with the holidays being over. 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.
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.
Miss Lace no longer an only child? This thought was absolutely terrifying for me. How would she feel when she first saw her new sibling no longer in mommy’s belly but rather now magically in mommy’s arms, leaving much less room for her? I was very worried about this transition. I would run through this moment in the hospital in my head frequently. The moment when Ems would first meet her brother. How would she react? Would she be happy, excited, upset, confused, or sad? I prepped myself and her for this moment as best I could, both mentally and physically. Knowing that she would need to feel important in her new role as a big sister, I collected a few items that I knew would make her feel special. I gave some of them to her at home and brought others along to the hospital.