Monday, August 3, 2015

feeding your littles

disclosure: this photo was taken after she finished nursing. 
i am fully covered and she's just a cuddle bug who is squishing up my shirt.

It's national breastfeeding week. I was sort of hesitant if I wanted to share at all about this or not.

I decided to.

I have been blessed to be able to nurse Sophia since we came home from the hospital. After a long labor and unplanned c-section (I can't even call it an emergency c-section... my doctor knew I would most likely end up a c-section about twelve hours before he actually wheeled me back), plus about three hours in recovery, bonding and nursing her was all we both wanted to do. She latched on quickly that first time and ate for 45 minutes. We struggled a little the next day with her latch, but I wasn't concerned. Before we could figure it out again, she was taken to the NICU for four days, where it was all bottles with what little I could pump + formula. Coming home, there was no nipple confusion. She actually prefers to nurse and gets royally upset with me if I try to give her a bottle. I like to take it as a compliment. In the past five+ months, I've gotten mastitis once and a clogged duct another time. I've had times of low supply and times where I just can't nurse or pump long enough. It has not been easy the whole time, but I have never once doubted the blessing it is to nurse her.

But I have lots of friends who wanted nothing more than to nurse, and for various reasons couldn't. Whether their baby was tongue-tied, or had nipple confusion, or they couldn't produce enough, or they couldn't kick mastitis. It hurts me when I hear how frustrated and pained they are by the decision not to breastfeed.

Ya'll, why?

Why do we make each other feel guilty about choices we have to make as mommas? Why do we feel a natural birth is so much better than a c-section, or that breastfed babies are somehow happier than formula babes? Why is co-sleeping frowned upon while sleeping in their nursery from the first night isn't?

My decisions as a momma are ones Austen & I came to in agreement, through lots of discussion, research, and guidance. Honestly, we're a little blend of everything. I went into labor on my own, had no help of pitocin throughout labor but all the goodness of an epidural, and then a c-section. Sophia had a taste of breastmilk and then was a formula babe, and has always been a boob + bottle combo baby. She was in the bassinet for the first four+ months, and then transitioned to her room, but we've had plenty of co-sleeping moments.

So I hear ya, mommas. None of those are easy decisions to come by. They all tug at your heartstrings a little, even the most raw, basic ones. We question ourselves over and over because these decisions don't just affect us, they directly affect our littles.

Why question each other, then? Unless the baby is in harm's way or something is downright dangerous, why do we question each other just because their decision is different than ours? I don't know about you, but I play devil's advocate enough on my own self, I don't need anyone else's help.

Yes, it's national breastfeeding week. But hey mommas, if you fed your little tonight through whatever nourishing, healthy means - high five.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

lately in photos

Some days are just plain hard and emotional. What I'm learning is that's okay within its boundaries. I don't need to be a mess over everything, but over some things, it's healthy. I'm learning to balance schedules and chores, and only hope when school starts in a few weeks I can keep some sort of normalcy to our routine. 

Except on those days when Sophia decides napping on me is better than in her crib. I soak those moments up, ya'll. I love her routine, how she self-soothes, and sleeps swaddle-less (!!!) in her crib now. But those times when she wants nothing more than to be in my arms? Yes. Always yes.

Monday, July 27, 2015

green thumb

About 2 years ago, we began changing our eating habits over to organic. About 7 months ago, we began using essential oils and eliminating phalates and parabens from products in our home (perfume, candles, plug-ins, etc.). I also decided to begin really pushing forward with this mindset of healthy in and on our bodies, and in our home.

I do not have a green thumb by any means, I tend to over-water everything, but I like that plants are so good for the environment (hello, oxygen!) and that some even have air purifying properties. I figured since I hadn't killed our fiddle leaf fig in over a year, maybe I could keep a rubber plant alive, too.

I'm already scheming up places we can put plants in the acre house that will get good light and be sweet to look at. So simple. Such clean lines. So green.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

red + aqua

I have been working on a fireworks quilt pattern by Camille Roskelley, using all aqua and red fabrics from different Bonnie & Camille for Moda lines. It's bold. It's colorful. It's so out of my comfort zone, and I love it.

I've been thinking a lot lately about how I want to decorate our acre house, and bold colors are definitely something I'm leaning towards. Austen's asking for grey walls (again, out of my comfort zone), and I'm picturing lots of black & white pictures, metals, and textures. I want our bedroom to be a place where it's meaningful with some really chunky furniture (you know, when he finally agrees that we need a new bedroom set) and bold quilts. I still absolutely love our swoon quilt, but it's pretty mild in comparison to this. ;)

So far, I have finished the first row, and have three more to go!

please, please, please ignore our floors. they are awful. just look at the pretty colors.

My goal is two blocks a week, because they aren't fast blocks and life with a 5 month old makes them take even longer to sew. If I can be done with this quilt top and have it sent off to be long armed by the end of August, I'll be happy!
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