Victory is mine/ours!!!

Drew takes a bottle!!!
I want to shout this from the rooftops!
For those of you still following from 3 years ago (you deserve an award) you might remember our bottle struggle with Jack. To call it a “struggle” is putting it lightly…it was bottle hell!
We tried every bottle known to man and every position/trick that anyone could think of…and I mean anyone. We looked online, spoke to doctors, to friends and family, hell! I talked to a lactation consultant about bottle feeding…which believe me was probably just as strange for her.
I can’t really quantify the amount of stress and worry that whole ordeal caused. Imagine spending 9 hours at work, 5 days a week, thinking about how your baby is at home starving and screaming his head off.
Now I will tell you (now that it’s over) and everyone will tell you that your baby will NOT starve. He/she will drink from a bottle rather than perish out of stubbornness. But try to convince yourself of this when you are a new mom full of hormones, worry and enough guilt to choke a horse….how much guilt would that be? I dunno? Just go with it.
I would rush home everyday and be taking off my shirt as I walked in the door knowing that Jack had spent the last hour or two in total meltdown mode. He would be frantic!
It took a good 6 months before Andy figured out the correct bottle/position combination to get Jack through a day and I was NEVER able to give him a bottle.
With Drew I was dreading the bottle battle starting practically from the day I got pregnant (bottle PTSD perhaps?). I pulled out our box of 20 different kinds of bottles in prep for his arrival and cringed at the thought of a repeat of Jack.
But this time I was going to do something different! I wasn’t going to listen to anyone. With Jack I read a TON! Too much really. And I listened to a lot of hippies….now being a hippie I wanted to listen to other hippies. But I think with bottle feeding it was our fatal flaw to listen to hippies and hippie-books.
Everyone said don’t rush bottle feeding. Just get breast feeding established and start gathering a small pump supply after a few weeks but worry about a bottle a week or two before you go back to work…poor choices!
Granted who knows how many babies refuse bottles? But I can tell you waiting as long as we did (which I think was 6weeks?) was too long.
So with Drew I decided to go early. I shoved the fears of messing up his latch or derailing bfing and decided to give early a try.
So at 2 1/2 weeks I gave him his first bottle. He was pissed for a few minutes but then seemed to realize there was milk in there…and being a milk monster he was like “MIIILLKKKK rrroooaaarrr!!!” And ate it up.
Not only did he take a bottle but he took a bottle from ME!! With a nice full boob right next to his face! VICTORY!!
Since then I haven’t gone crazy. One of us will give him a bottle every other day or so. But we don’t freak out if we skip a day. In another week or two I might get better about giving him one everyday so he’s ready for daycare, but for now I am just basking in our glory!
Yesterday I decided to get crazy and try a different bottle. VICTORY dos!!
This kid doesn’t seem to care where his milk comes from just put it in his belly!!!
Sweet relief!


Where’s your thank you note?

Today should be marked down in the record books. It was the first time I had to walk out of a store with Jack because he was throwing a fit.
…in hindsight he wasn’t actually throwing that big of a fit. He was just fussing a little because I put him in the cart rather than let him walk next to me.
I could have let him walk, but all I needed was a box of thank you notes to send out for Drew’s shower and all the people who brought us dinner after his birth. I needed one aisle that happened to be right inside the door. But as I was getting the cart, Jack was saying “I need an airplane!…I don’t have a motorcycle….I need a motorcycle” And his tone was semi-whiney. So I decided to pop him in the cart so we could make it a quick and efficient trip.
As I was standing in front of the thank you cards, just happy to be out and about in the sunshine (I mean seriously I made it out of the house with two kids just 3 weeks in, that’s practically a miracle!!). So when Jack started whimpering about not wanting to be in the cart, at first I tried to hold my concentration on the cards which cards look like us? …but then Drew started fussing and I was like “nope today is not the day” and I walked right back out of the store. I figured it was worth my sanity to not be that mother in the store with two crying kids that everyone feels sorry for.
We got to the car and I realized I have never talked to Jack about appropriate behavior in a store. At least not now that he has more of a grasp on things. Up to now we’ve done what maybe most parents do with their 2 and unders and say things like “Jack if you are good in the store we will have Mac and cheese for dinner” or even “we will get George fruit snacks”….hey, I am not above bribery.
But when we got home I realized we are entering new parenting territory…so we sat down and talked- granted for two minutes. He still has a ridiculously short attention span.
I told him that we left the store because he was throwing a fit and that we don’t throw fits at the store….
Alright let’s be honest….it still might be too soon for him to really grasp and absorb “expected behavior”…but it was super weird to find myself in this new realm of parenting- official parenting where you explain yourself and shit!
So yeah the thank you notes didn’t happen today…I guess we will try again another day.

Milk Monster

One might think that breast feeding the second time around would be a cinch….um no…one would be wrong. I guess I didn’t so much think it would be easy, I just assumed my boobs would have been “primed” for suction and would skip over those first few days of extreme nipple pain. As you’ve probably deduced that wasn’t the case and I once again found myself in the situation where when your sweet baby latches you want to jump for joy and punch them in the face all at the same time.

Thankfully we are now past the pain part (well except for nursing marathon days) and getting in the groove of things.

I’ve dubbed Drew “milk monster” because the kid is a nursing machine! He has gained nearly one pound a week these first two weeks! Karen said she likes to see babies gain at least 3/4 of an ounce per day and Drew is averaging nearly 2 1/2 ounces a day!

Milk monster face

The one thing we didn’t go through with Jack that we did with Drew is that first hell storm of crying before my milk showed up. I don’t think mommas talk about it because to be frustrated and worried and a bit hopeless just 24 hours after your dear sweet baby shows up would feel ungrateful in some way. But the truth is, that shit is hard! Your baby is crying and frantic and your boobs hurt like crazy and there’s nothing you can do but continue to put your baby on your boob and hope that eventually some milk will arrive….and of course it did…but it did make me realize that a lot of mommas probably give up on breast feeding right about then. It’s understandable and I feel for every parent who struggles through the “great milk wait”.

Now we are rocking and rolling. Things are good. Drew is a sweet little guy and obviously from his weigh ins my milk arrived and he caught back up to his feverish hunger. Drew’s milk “off switch” does appear to be broken. He will overeat and then projectile spew everywhere. It is crazy the range this kid has!


Heart Implosions

Hands down the most amazing part of having Drew join our lives has been seeing Jack’s reaction to him. I was a wee apprehensive as to how he might feel. I braced myself for whatever might happen but was obviously pleasantly surprised by him. He hasn’t thrown a single fit…granted we are only a week and a half in…but still.

When Jack woke up on Saturday morning, Andy’s mom picked him up and said “guess who came last night?…your baby brother is here!” And she brought him down to meet him. Jack hid against her shoulder as they came into our bedroom.

“Come see your brother!” I said as I pulled him into bed next to me. And from that moment on Jack has been as much a goner for Drew as the rest of us.


He wakes up each day and immediately locates his brother to kiss him. Before he goes to sleep each night he holds his brother and gives him hugs and kisses. It really is as gushy and sentimental as it sounds.


He tells everyone about his baby brother and talks about all the things he is going to teach him.

I couldn’t be a happier momma! I love my sweet big boy so much and couldn’t be prouder of how he has adapted to no longer being the only child.