It's been a long time since I've posted anything on this blog, so hopefully I have a few followers still reading. To update you on what's happened in my life, a few months back, my family welcomed a darling baby boy into our lives! And, it's this addition that has brought me back to the blog with new material to write.
Before I go into the details of my six months of a combo of complete and modified bed rest or that my husband and doctor both nearly missed the birth of my darling baby boy, I want to start my blog with what's happened since the birth of my son.
My "Buddy" - as my darling Sweet Pea likes to call him (she's now over 2 years old!) - has had a few complications since entering our family. Because of these complications, my desire to fully nurse my son has had some setbacks. At one month, my son had poor weight gain and, after several more weight checks, we found he was actually losing weight. Our doctor was thorough in checking for problems and, eventually (after a lot of prayer and crying on my end), we decided to stop fully nursing and switch to pumping and bottle feeding (both to verify his intake volume and to supplement with a human milk fortifier). And, for three months, I had to feed my son every three hours, around the clock. There was no trying to get him to sleep through the night.
For those of you who have read my blog for any length of time, you may have come to learn that I'm a little OCD when it comes to my children. I analyze everything. In fact, recently, I realized I've been doing this with my son. I have been so dedicated to trying to get him to gain weight by making sure I am pumping enough to keep my milk supply up and, when it starts to go down, I take my supplements (we'll talk about Milk Rich in another blog). Basically, I count my ounces of milk more meticulously than I count my own money. My goal, my deepest desire at this stage, for my son and me, is to get him to gain enough weight so that we can go back to fully nursing and he will thrive.
The problem with all of this is that I seem to have lost sight of why I had a child. It wasn't so that I could become a dairy cow - constantly hooked up to a pump. It wasn't even so that I could have the opportunity to nurse (although I see that as a side benefit). No, the reason I had a child was to enjoy his presence and be able to teach and nurture him. Somewhere along the way, my mind got too wrapped around the details to enjoy the big picture: I have a son! I have a family!
I don't know if anyone reading this has gone through anything similar. Maybe it wasn't with nursing, but with something else. Maybe it wasn't even with kids, but another area of your life that you've forgotten to realize what you actually have right in front of you. But, I hope that you are able to pause, look at that thing you've got, and enjoy it. I am right now as I type this post way too late at night, when I should be sleeping because my Buddy is, next to my son's crib watching him sleep.
Before I go into the details of my six months of a combo of complete and modified bed rest or that my husband and doctor both nearly missed the birth of my darling baby boy, I want to start my blog with what's happened since the birth of my son.
My "Buddy" - as my darling Sweet Pea likes to call him (she's now over 2 years old!) - has had a few complications since entering our family. Because of these complications, my desire to fully nurse my son has had some setbacks. At one month, my son had poor weight gain and, after several more weight checks, we found he was actually losing weight. Our doctor was thorough in checking for problems and, eventually (after a lot of prayer and crying on my end), we decided to stop fully nursing and switch to pumping and bottle feeding (both to verify his intake volume and to supplement with a human milk fortifier). And, for three months, I had to feed my son every three hours, around the clock. There was no trying to get him to sleep through the night.
For those of you who have read my blog for any length of time, you may have come to learn that I'm a little OCD when it comes to my children. I analyze everything. In fact, recently, I realized I've been doing this with my son. I have been so dedicated to trying to get him to gain weight by making sure I am pumping enough to keep my milk supply up and, when it starts to go down, I take my supplements (we'll talk about Milk Rich in another blog). Basically, I count my ounces of milk more meticulously than I count my own money. My goal, my deepest desire at this stage, for my son and me, is to get him to gain enough weight so that we can go back to fully nursing and he will thrive.
The problem with all of this is that I seem to have lost sight of why I had a child. It wasn't so that I could become a dairy cow - constantly hooked up to a pump. It wasn't even so that I could have the opportunity to nurse (although I see that as a side benefit). No, the reason I had a child was to enjoy his presence and be able to teach and nurture him. Somewhere along the way, my mind got too wrapped around the details to enjoy the big picture: I have a son! I have a family!
I don't know if anyone reading this has gone through anything similar. Maybe it wasn't with nursing, but with something else. Maybe it wasn't even with kids, but another area of your life that you've forgotten to realize what you actually have right in front of you. But, I hope that you are able to pause, look at that thing you've got, and enjoy it. I am right now as I type this post way too late at night, when I should be sleeping because my Buddy is, next to my son's crib watching him sleep.
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