Mama Duck
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Motherhood

Friday, April 30, 2004
Today the duck started babbling ma-ma-ma.


posted by Mama Duck5:45 PM

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Thursday, April 29, 2004
Tonight, the duck went to sleep fairly easily after fifteen minutes and hardly a fuss. I can't figure out if he's easier to manage because I'm getting the hang of things, or because he's older and more adaptable. Of course, it's probably a combination of both.

He is slightly more amenable to cuddling than he was. When he wakes in the middle of the night, I'll nurse him, then he'll curl up and snuggle into the crook of my neck as I walk him back to his crib. In the throes of the ear infection there was a very unpleasant bit between nursing and cuddling that involved arching, weaving back and forth and wailing like a speared pterodactyl. But he was eventually able to settle, and now is one the mend, so tonight should be free of dinosaur shenanigans.


posted by Mama Duck5:48 PM

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Wednesday, April 28, 2004

It's the simple things


It's trite but it's true. The duck is surrounded by all sorts of colorful learning toys. (Only one of which we've purchased--it's a turtle that has the same name as the duck's middle name.)

So what's his favorite one to play with? The blue plastic bin we put all the toys in. It cost $1.99 at Target.

I laughed about this with my friend Queenie, who visited yesterday and brought lunch, then baby wrangled so I could shower. She departed and left behind the duck's new favorite toy, a half-full plastic bottle of Diet Coke.


posted by Mama Duck7:56 AM

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Sick, yet again. This is beyond ridiculous.


Saturday before last, the duck had a fever. It got better and we returned to work and daycare as usual on Tuesday. Tuesday night he was feverish again, so my husband stayed home with him Wednesday and I stayed home Thursday. Friday he was back at daycare. He was fine all through the weekend until Monday, when he cried for two hours in the morning then spiked a new fever. We went in to see the doctor. She looked at the first ear and said it looked great. As she peered in the second one, her voice changed. "This one, however..."

It was infected with so much pressure that he'd gotten a blister on his eardrum, which was most likely the cause of his fever. She gave us the option of waiting two days, treating it with painkillers and coming back to see if it got better on its own, or starting Amoxycillin and checking back in three weeks. She recommended the latter, we discussed it and even though I'd sworn that the next time he got an ear infection I'd wait it out, we opted for the antibiotic. He had a blister on his ear drum, poor little duck. More help sooner seemed best.

So he was home again yesterday and again today. I'm staying with him because I've got some version of the viral plague that he had that started this whole mess. I've moved through fever and periods where I didn't have use of even one nostril and it felt like someone was sitting on my sinuses. I did, however, manage to avoid both a sinus infection (by taking my dad's advice and using saline spray, drinking fluids, resting and taking Claritin D in the morning and Dimetapp at night) and a breast infection (fluids, rest, hot showers, heat pad and frequent nursing), both of which loomed menacingly at various times. Periodically a well-timed yawn will open up my clogged ears and remind me that the world doesn't always sound like it's under water. I still have a throat that feels as if I've been chewing glass for the past five days. Yesterday my voice was nearly gone. This morning I sound alarmingly like Harvey Fierstein. It hurts to laugh and I'm hacking up the occasional bit of lung.

Additionally, he's waking every two hours at night for nursing and comfort, so rest is really a relative term. But we're both doing slightly better this morning so perhaps we will eventually recover.


posted by Mama Duck7:28 AM

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Saturday, April 24, 2004

Baby cues


Classes, books and other sources led me to believe that after a short get-to-know-you period, I would easily be able to tell what was going on with the duck simply by reading his cues. Happy and active? Play with him, or let him play by himself. Fussy and putting his fist in his mouth? Hungry. Fussy and rubbing his eyes? Tired.

Quel surprise that it hasn't been that easy. If I fed the duck every time he put something in his mouth, I'd have to have him surgically attached to my boob.

Reading cues can become more complicated, not less, by reading experts or listening to friends who do. Our baby book often contradicts itself--respond to your baby's cries, but don't feed him in the middle of the night. Unless you want to, then do. Sigh.

I have a friend who told me recently that once they're past six months, babies should be awake during the day for at least three hour windows. Yet today the duck has acted sleepy after just an hour and a half twice already. I chose to treat him like he was sleepy, and voila, he went right to sleep, no fuss, and has been napping for over an hour for the second time today. Baffling. Perhaps its the cold.


posted by Mama Duck11:53 AM

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Thursday, April 22, 2004

Coulda, shoulda, woulda


It's quite frustrating to realize in the midst of a baby routine that I've forgotten a step.

The duck ate, then played and then began to act sleepy. I leapt into action, carrying him up and down a bit and singing to him, only to realize as I lowered him into the crib that I'd forgotten to change his diaper and it had been three hours. I could either abort the nap program and initiate the diaper-changing one, which would likely result in both a screamy and wide-awake baby, or lie him down and hope for the best.

I decided to continue as planned. He took about 15 minutes to fall asleep. When I went in a second time to reassure him, he was sitting up. I laid him back down, shh'd him and patted him about three times, when he shut his eyes. I hadn't intended to pat him to sleep, but there it was. I hope the full diaper doesn't make for a short nap.

P.S. Napped only 30 minutes and woke fussy and still tired. But diaper wasn't a likely culprit. It could be his cold. It could be that my timing wasn't great. It could also be that he's a baby and things are different every day and it's unlikely that there's a single, simple cause and effect. Likely true, but I long for a simple answer, so it's possible for there to be a need, for me to meet it and then be done.


posted by Mama Duck8:02 AM

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Wednesday, April 21, 2004

Do not adjust your computer screen


I've just finished editing and rearranging my posts for March and April, which is why this page might look a little different than the last time you visited. Part of me feels dorky for having spent a bunch of time re-doing the entries. Then again, I'm not really the obsessive scrapbook/baby book kinda mom, so this weblog is both a motherhood journal for me as well as a record for the duck. I don't begrudge either of us the attention.


posted by Mama Duck7:30 PM

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Sick, again!


Today the duck had a fever again, so he was home from daycare with dad. He's oozing gallons of snot and I'll stay home with him tomorrow. I don't know if there has yet been a significant (i.e. more than a couple days) window of time since December in which he hasn't been sick, on medication or teething. I'm discouraged because I thought breastfeeding was supposed to prevent him being sick all the time. I can only hope that the breastfeeding is lessening the severity of his viruses, since it obviously isn't lessening their frequency. Breastfeeding does help with bonding, and the breastmilk tastes better than formula, so it certainly isn't for nothing. But the frequent illnesses are tough at work, too. We don't have a babysitter or local family, so if he's sick, my husband or I have to stay with him. I was relieved last weekend that he was sick then so I didn't have to miss work and wham, here I am just a few days later having to do it anyway. I have an understanding boss who is also a mom. Some other people have made pointed comments, though, and I just try to remember, I'm doing all that I can.


posted by Mama Duck5:01 PM

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Tuesday, April 20, 2004
Today the duck is 8 months old.


posted by Mama Duck7:30 AM

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Monday, April 19, 2004

Yucky!


I tasted my least favorite baby food today: peaches. What a surprise. I've had no problems with rice cereal, prunes, peas or carrots. I taste all of them so I know what he's eating and don't try to encourage him to ingest anything I wouldn't. But the peaches were bitter, not sweet, and he hardly ate any, even when I mixed in the sweeter rice cereal with milk. I didn't even feel bad when I washed them down the sink. I wonder if it's just Gerber organic peaches that taste bad? I'll have to investigate.


posted by Mama Duck9:21 PM

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Ta da!


Today the duck crawled. Sometimes it was a combat crawl, scooching forward on his belly, but there was definite forward momentum today that wasn't taking place yesterday, when he was using his butt as a fulcrum, periodically adjusting his world view.

Additionally, he stood and held my hands for balance while I was on my knees and I backed up through half the apartment, so he walked a fair piece with my assistance. I kept singing "Put one foot in front of the other" from Santa Claus is Comin' to Town to encourage him. You know, the one with Burgermeister Meisterburger.

I take Mondays off to stay home with the duck. I found myself for long periods today just watching him play, watching as he practices his new motor skills, and trying to guess at what's going on in that baby head. It's like television, but way more fascinating.


posted by Mama Duck6:53 PM

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Changing the duck's diaper is an escalating challenge. This morning, it was nearly impossible. No matter if I do it quickly and efficiently, or slowly and reassuringly, he waits till I have the old diaper off and then immediately flips over to his stomach and starts to screech if I turn him back. He does this even if I've laid the new diaper beneath the old one. I'm lucky to get one side fastened; getting the second side done has felt almost miraculous these last few times. Yesterday I had to place my elbow on him to keep him in place. I felt bad about literally strong-arming him, and he wasn't too pleased with it either.


posted by Mama Duck5:00 PM

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Instructions from
GirlReaction

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the sentence in your journal with these instructions.

I'm near the glider, and most of the books on the table are board books that don't go up to 23. The one book that does, Bed, Bed, Bed by They Might Be Giants, doesn't have a 5th sentence, it just has one:

"When we're done writing words in the sky
We'll land in Idlewild,
Idlewild,
Idlewild,
Idlewild,
Idlewild."

Ooh, if I reach a bit farther, I can lay my hands on Philadelphia Chickens by Sandra Boynton.

"Through many long moments I've tried."

And I don't know why I didn't reach forward to one of my husband's books on the computer desk, which are technically closer to me, like The Art of Computer Programming by Knuth:

"Binary logarithms arise so frequently, it is wise to have a shorter notation for them."

Hmm, perhaps it's not so curious why I went for the kid books instead.


posted by Mama Duck4:24 PM

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Today the duck is wearing a onesie with a cute rhino and the phrase 100% Boy.

What does that mean, exactly? Is it an early caution against cross-dressing, transgenderism, and not being straight?

I am tempted to start dressing him in pink and purple.


posted by Mama Duck4:13 PM

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I am vindicated. The duck slept for nearly two hours after his first nap, and woke in a good mood. He had a very full diaper, which leads me to believe that intestinal goings-on might have contributed to his fussiness. Before his next nap he again got super fussy very quickly, but only took 12 minutes to fall asleep. Then he slept for an hour and woke happy and with a full diaper again. Letting him fall asleep on his own, and not giving him pain medication were the right choices, I think. Hurray! And at bedtime he only took about 15 minutes to fall asleep.


posted by Mama Duck2:44 PM

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Today the duck is no longer feverish. We gave him Tylenol last night before bed, and he slept from 5:30 p.m. to 4:40 a.m. for a feeding, then went right back to sleep till 7 a.m. when I looked to find him sitting quietly in his crib, as if waiting for me to wake up.

Right now, however, he is screaming his head off. My best guess is that he is tired. I tried to calm him before putting him in bed for a nap. I sucked the snot out of him, walked him, put him in the sling, changed his diaper, rocked him, sang to him, patted him. Nothing worked; finally I put him in his crib and hoped for the best. He's still not asleep and I worry that he's in pain of some sort--ear infection, teething, tummy trouble. All of these can look like overtired, and vice versa. Yet the only thing for the former is time, the best thing for the latter is pain relief. Using pain relief on fatigue is overmedication. Using time on pain wastes time and increases discomfort. My instinct says fatigue. So I go in every five minutes, lie him back down from sitting up, shh him, pat him, tell him I love him then leave the room to his escalating cries.

It's been twenty minutes since I put him in his crib, and forty-five minutes since he started screaming. He is quiet but not yet asleep.

If I've guessed wrong, then he's in pain and has given up on getting help from me and will fall asleep out of desperation. If I'm right, then he's putting himself to sleep and my checks were to let him know I haven't abandoned him.

Three minutes later he's asleep, and I shift his lovey, which he had clutched to his face.

My guess is that this situation is a template for parenthood--taking action based on my best guess, hoping it's the best thing for the duck, while knowing that I may actually be hurting our relationship if I've made the wrong choice.


posted by Mama Duck7:57 AM

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Sunday, April 18, 2004
If I ever stop breastfeeding, which it feels like I never will, I'm going to get
these.

I love the link so you can send it to girlfriends with sagging ta-tas. How do you think I heard about it?


posted by Mama Duck4:16 PM

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Today the duck is feverish.

I went to bed way too late last night--pushing midnight--which is about the same time the duck woke up with a fever of 102. He was up and down almost constantly between midnight and 5 a.m. Feeding him, walking him and giving him Advil hardly helped at all.

The Advil did break his fever, though it started to climb again in the morning and was 102.5 by the afternoon. He's been a little sad and clingy all day, but his appetite is fine and he's had some very good periods. We gave him Tylenol and fed him and he went to sleep with little protest, though it did take about 20 minutes and was an on/off process. If he wakes again I'll try the ibuprofen and see if that buys us all more sleep tonight.



posted by Mama Duck3:49 PM

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Saturday, April 17, 2004

More about baby pants with pockets


Want to know something weird? It's not the more expensive baby pants that have pockets--it's the cheaper ones. Designer brands like Zutano, Noppies, Mulberri Bush and Icky Baby don't bother. It's Target, OshKosh, Gap, Old Navy and Carter's that are so pocket crazy, even though their clothes are less expensive.


posted by Mama Duck8:52 PM

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Today when my husband came in the front door after returning from the store, the duck turned toward the sound of my husband's voice and exclaimed "Da!" in a very deliberate manner. During the day he banged two blocks together, and tried very hard to stand up in his crib at nap time, though he was foiled by the lowered mattress.

He ate three servings of solid food today: rice cereal and mashed fresh banana for breakfast, carrots and pears for lunch and peas with brown rice, and apples for dinner. He finished it all without fussing.

Then tonight he took about 15 minutes to fall asleep. It wasn's as bad as last night, but neither was it good. He'd had a very happy day, with lots of playing, both with us and by himself. He was in mostly good spirits with only the occasional fuss and relatively easy naptimes. Part of why I think he's having trouble falling asleep is that he's gotten very good at moving to a sitting position from lying down. He's not so good at the reverse, so we often have to go in and lie him back down. I understand this developmental stuff is normal and figure it will continue when the duck finally gets his groove on with crawling, which continues to seem like it's going to happen any moment.


posted by Mama Duck8:48 PM

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Friday, April 16, 2004
Tonight we had one of the worst times ever getting the duck to sleep. He was cranky and tired and falling asleep after his bath and bottle at 5:45, yet once in bed he continued to cry for the longest time since we started trying to get him to fall asleep on his own. We'd go in to check and he'd be sitting up screaming. We'd lie him down, leave, then come in to find him sitting up again--lather, rinse, repeat. Finally my husband picked him up and walked him and put him in bed drowsy but not screaming. The whole thing took a whopping 45 minutes. I'm wondering if it's that he was tired by 5:45, but not able to go to sleep any earlier then 6:30.

This sleep thing has me feeling like a cruel idiot.


posted by Mama Duck5:48 PM

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Breastfeeding tips to increase milk supply


Here are some things I've cobbled together from personal experience, research and lactation consultants.

My milk supply took a dive when I went back to work and the duck started sleeping through the night. I was not able to pump enough milk to keep up with his demand at daycare.

A few times I tried to get up in the middle of the night and sneak in a pumping session. This was a less than ideal solution. First, the duck often woke when I got back into bed (he sleeps in our room) and then wanted to be fed so I had to give him the milk I'd just pumped. Second, even when he didn't wake, I was missing a rare opportunity to get more sleep.

Instead, I began to pump right before I went to bed. I am always able to get at least a few extra ounces, and often this has made the difference in being able to have enough milk for him at daycare. The lactation consultants also recommended pumping after the morning feeding, but pumping while the duck's around is tough. I think he senses that he's missing out on something.

A lactation consultant also recommended fenugreek supplements, 3 capsules 3 times a day, to increase milk supply. They made me smell like maple syrup, but I saw a definite improvement in output.

Getting the hang of the breast pump has also helped. I have a Medela Pump in Style. I begin with high speed and medium suction. Once I experience let down, I lower the speed two notches and dial up the suction to its maximum. I also try to pump for about 10 minutes to allow for multiple let downs.

As for using the breast pump, I waited to get the electric until right before I returned to work, and wish I hadn't. Having a double electric makes a big difference in production compared to a single hand-operated pump.

Another way I've managed milk supply is by using slower nipples on the duck's bottles. We use Avent bottles and when we tried the #3 nipple, recommended for 3 months and older, he guzzled up to 8 ounces at a time. Switching back to a #1 or #2 helps keep the feeding at a more manageable pace, and keeps him happy with amounts between 5.5 and 7 ounces.


posted by Mama Duck5:44 PM

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Today the duck drank from a sippy cup for the first time.


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Thursday, April 15, 2004
Today we spent hardly any time with the duck and this is exactly where the guilt and the worry about being working parents sets in. We got ourselves ready for work and him ready for daycare, dad took him there, then picked him up at the end of the day, and I got home from a grueling day at work to find him waking from a nap and fussy as all get out for his bath, bedtime book and final feeding.

My work is filled with stupid annoying people who seem to delight in vomiting up problems on my desk then waltzing away before I can practice monkey management. And for this I'm not seeing the duck all day? Gah.


posted by Mama Duck8:21 PM

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Wednesday, April 14, 2004
Have I mentioned how darn close the duck is to crawling? He'll get up on all fours, hoist his butt in the air, and somehow manage some forward locomotion though it isn't technically a crawl. Every day it seems like he can't get one bit closer to crawling without actually doing the deed, but thus far true crawling eludes him.

He is in his second week of transitioning to the older infants room at daycare. He has begun going after the bottles and toys of other babies in the young infants room, so it's time even though he hasn't mastered crawling. The different between the rooms is funny. The young infants all smile when I say hello and are small, cute and contained. The older infants look at me suspiciously, since they're in the midst of stranger anxiety, and they're crawling or even walking, and eating all sorts of stuff like o-shaped cereal, rice cakes, peas, etc.

The duck starts in the older room next week. I think it will be good if he sees other crawling babies. Perhaps he'll even learn to crawl in order to get away from one who is more mobile than he. We shall see.


posted by Mama Duck11:54 AM

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Today, the duck looks like he has reddish blond hair (which somehow does not look strawberry blond) and hazel eyes. His dad and I both have decidedly brown eyes, and the duck is still mostly bald, so these may not be final answers. He is almost 8 months old, though.


posted by Mama Duck11:47 AM

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Also, today the duck is eating prunes and oatmeal for breakfast, and peaches, rice and bananas for lunch. I subbed the prunes and oatmeal in when I changed his diaper this morning. Poor constipated little duckie. Solid foods are obviously a lot tougher on the system than mom's milk.

After his initial balking at cereal, he's become quite good at eating. We started with rice, then oats, sweet potatoes, carrots, apples, peas, fresh banana, prunes with oatmeal, and winter squash. I'm following the advice to introduce one new food at a time and have him eat it three to four days in a row to see if he reacts to it.

He's just on his second day of peaches, but I got a fresh avocado last weekend, and I'm worried that if I wait two more days it will go bad. Perhaps I'll throw caution to the winds and give him a new food a day after another new food.

Ooh, look what a crazy mom I'm being.


posted by Mama Duck11:45 AM

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Today the duck is wearing cute pants with a bacon and egg design. The best thing about the pants, though, is that they don't have pockets. I am baffled and annoyed by how many baby pants have pockets. OK, I can see having one on the front of a shirt for stowing a pacifier, but cargo pants? How soon do they think the babies are getting phones and PDAs these days?


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Tuesday, April 13, 2004
Today, the duck is moody again. He's been pretty moody since he started sleeping through the night. My mom guilt has me terrified that those liberal baby books are right, and that I, and the docs who encourage me, are mean and wrong to let him cry himself to sleep, in pursuit of having him learn to fall asleep on his own. This guilt feels panicky and untrue, though. I think we're all just adjusting. I know that I'm better able to parent now that I'm getting more than three hours of sleep at a stretch. A month of that pushed me right to the edge. We can't seem to time his bedtime right. We shoot for 7, then he's fussing up a storm by 6:15 so the bedtime ritual of solids, then a bath, then boobs, then books, really won't work. We skipped solids, and did bath, boobs and one book and it still was too long--he was obviously exhausted by 6:45. So I'll start earlier tomorrow. His daytime naps have gotten shorter, but that just makes sense. Prior to the 6:15 fuss-fest, though, he was so much fun. We were careening around the apartment, playing airplane and stand up/fall down on the bed. We also did a lot of dancing. Moody does not mean all bad, just more fuss than before.


posted by Mama Duck7:02 PM

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Monday, April 12, 2004

Thinking a little too hard about Boynton books


The duck's last book before bed is The Going to Bed Book by Sandra Boynton. A friend wondered if all those animals were on a gay cruise--bathing together, exercising together at night, then going to bed together.

I don't care, as long as they get a good night's sleep.

Speaking of Boynton books, has anyone else noticed in Hippos Go Berserk that the nine hippos who come to work are not happy and then are most certainly not berserk on the next page?

I feel sorry for those nine working hippos.


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Sunday, April 11, 2004

Before and after


I have found there is a world of difference between the information provided to me before I had the baby, and the reality of the experience I've had now that the duck is here.

Before the baby, several people intoned "your life will never be the same." They declined to elaborate. But it's the details of how life isn't the same that are now so surprising, and I wonder if having a better idea would have made things easier, or simply scared the bejesus out of me.

One example of this is breastfeeding. Prior to giving birth, the classes we took and the literature we read all touted breastfeeding as natural and easy after an initial difficult start. Why would anyone ever use formula, then? Having soldiered my way through 7 months and counting, I wonder if anything but sheer dumbheaded stubbornness has kept me hanging in there. Prior to the actual nursing experience, clogged milk ducts and plugged nipple pores didn't get much mention. Since the duck was born, though, I'd guess I have these at least every couple weeks. And when I finally spelled it out to a lactation consultant: "Hey, I've been breastfeeding him for 6 months and am still having these problems. Is this normal?" She responded that women who have trouble often have ongoing trouble, and that while I had her sympathy, she wasn't surprised by my continuing problems.

Clogged ducts, for those of you who don't know, are when the milk gets backed up. This can happen if we go for a long period of time between feedings or if I put off pumping too long at work. It also tends to happen when I travel, or have a lot going on at work and home. Then the breast becomes painfully engorged, swollen and hot to the touch, and the only remedy for it is to apply heat--hot shower and heat pad--and to have the baby nurse frequently, which is often extremely painful. One time it was so painful that the baby would latch, I would cry out in pain and he'd detach because I'd startled him. We did this about three times till I was able to contain my reaction.

Additionally, if a clogged duct is accompanied by a plugged nipple pore, I have to take a sterilized needle to the plugged spot on the nipple, pick/dig until I dislodge the plug, then continue with pumping or nursing.

And each time I've had to do the sterilized needle thing, I think to myself that it's yet another thing covered under that vague "your life will never be the same." Silly me, not thinking that poking my nipple with a needle every two weeks would be part of that. And why even though I've opted to breastfeed, I absolutely support moms who choose the formula route. Breastfeeding may be natural, but it sure as hell hasn't been easy for me. I think we're all just doing the best we can.


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Friday, April 09, 2004
The duck is now sleeping through the night. He's done it three nights in a row; goes to sleep around 7pm, wakes around 5am, I feed him and he goes back to sleep for a bit. A week ago Sunday we began to sleep train him a la Ferber, which involves putting him in his crib till he falls asleep on his own. He cries, then one of us checks on him at increasing intervals to reassure him that we haven't abandoned him. This also reassures us once the crying stops that he's still breathing. He has rarely, if ever, taken longer than 30 minutes to fall asleep, and is getting much faster as he goes, and the crying is getting less, and less enraged. Unlike many moms I spoke to, I didn't have a big problem listening to him cry. I think seven months of no sleep had dulled my senses, somewhat. But going in to check on him while he was still awake, hollering and crying, with accusation in his eyes? That was brutal. But necessary. Once we started, we couldn't go back, because then he'd NEVER learn to sleep on his own. Normally the Ferber method takes a few days. I think ours took longer because he was at the tail end of a cold and we travelled over the weekend so he could meet his great grandparents. The first night home was the first night he slept through in over a month. His mood during the day seems to be about the same. He's mostly happy with variable periods of fuss. So far, so good.

I'll write more later on why we balked at sleep training for so long, and why Ferber and his ilk are not the enemy, though they are portrayed as such in liberal baby lit. I was very surprised when I read the book myself, as opposed to hearing and reading other people's interpretations. It was well-informed, empathic to sleepless parents and children, flexible and reasonable. I'm beginning to have serious doubts about the liberal baby establishment, like Sears and Mothering magazine.

Dear goddess, what if having a baby turns me into a conservative? Yikes.


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Wednesday, April 07, 2004
Today, the duck pooped his first turd. What a surprise after almost 8 months of changing diapers to open one up and see something solid and brown after 33 weeks of yellow (and sometimes green) goo.

He is also blowing raspberries, which exacerbates his drooling. I keep saying, "Not cute. Not amusing." But he hasn't gotten the message and continues. I think other people are encouraging him.


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Sunday, April 04, 2004
Today the duck went to church for the first time. He got bored during the talky bits (can you blame him?), but seemed to enjoy the music, particularly the organ, and may have even been crooning along. My mom and her sister, both organists, will certainly be pleased.


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