TBT- The first few months with my little guy


 

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With my little guy turning 8 months old on the 18th, it has me thinking about how quickly time is flying by. I remember the first month of his life being the hardest for me. I don’t mean that in the sense of it actually being more difficult but that it was hardest for me because it was all new to me. I am one of those very organized planners who likes to be in control most of the time. When my little guy was born, I was the happiest I have ever been and I was also the most terrified I have ever been. I was for the first time responsible for another life (other than fur babies), and the thought that I might mess up or that something could go wrong terrified me.

My little guy was born at 6lbs 1oz, 18 1/2 inches. I remember just staring at him as he slept and constantly checking his breathing. He looked so innocent and so fragile like if I held him wrong or wasn’t super careful I’d break him. That’s how I acted for the first month. I was hyper aware, hyper sensitive, and hyper worried about everything that had anything to do with him. I think I pretty much held him or was attached to him in some way the entire first month. For the first couple of weeks I don’t think I even left the bedroom for anything when I was home alone with him. I was breastfeeding (almost 8 months old now and still going strong) and with him eating every two hours around the clock I was always holding him.

Breastfeeding was a major struggle at first with me wanting to give up a few times but I made the effort to continue because it was something I was able to do and something I had really wanted to do. I know it’s not for everyone and believe me before he was born I didn’t think I would be breastfeeding him so I fully understand that. It is a very personal choice that a mom must make and decide what’s best for her and her baby. For me it was difficult because once I committed to breastfeeding, due to our circumstances at the hospital, the hospital staff introduced a pacifier and bottle to my little guy (which isn’t recommended for the first month) and it made it way harder for him to latch properly. There were days where I just fought through the pain so that he could eat. I even supplemented with formula a few times just to give my breasts a small break. But it got better. He learned to latch properly and things became so much easier. I learned to look for cues of early hunger so that I could offer him breast milk before he got to the point of frustration due to hunger. We both learned together and it formed a wonderful bond. Now breastfeeding is pretty much seamless and effortless except when he is teething. Then with the fussing and gum pain it becomes a little more difficult but nowhere near what it was before. For anyone going through it, there is a light at the end of the tunnel and please feel free to comment if you have any questions or want to know anything that helped me.

I spent some much of my time worrying about SIDS, whether or not he was eating enough, if he was going to the bathroom enough, if it was diarrhea or normal, if he had a stuffy nose or if he had a cold, and the list goes on. Once I was able to get into a routine and get to know him better and his cues, it became easier because I became more confident and comfortable in my ability to properly care for him and his needs. It’s crazy how no matter how many babies I’ve watched in the past, when it came to watching my little guy, I felt like it was the very first time I had ever done anything involving a baby. A simple diaper change had me anxious. I think I was so worried about possibly doing something wrong that I was so hard on myself. What I learned is that it’s all a process and every parent gets there. I learned to enjoy all the moments and cherish the time I was spending with him. Every parent worries, every parent wants to do what’s best for their child.Once I got past my fears, life became more normal. I got back into my routine (as best as you can with a baby), the stress decreased tremendously, and everything got easier.

Now at 7 months old he is a chubby, handsome, stubborn, determined, and wonderful little guy. Whether it be crawling all over, reaching for phones and remotes, or taking off his diaper, he sure keeps me on my toes. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I can say without a doubt that he is the one thing in my life I am most proud of. My little guy. My everything. Hope you all are having a good week. XO

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TBT- Baby gassiness


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My little guy is now 7 months old and from birth he has been a gassy little one. Now he is able to manage it well on his own but from birth until I would say 5 months, he would cry and cry because of the gas pains. It was really heartbreaking for me to know that he was in pain or discomfort. I did everything I could to help ease his discomfort and make him feel better.

A few things that helped him were making sure I breastfed him at a slight angle instead of in a laying down position. They said to make sure his head was slightly higher than his stomach. I also made sure to try to burp him each time he was done eating. Doing these alone helped but he was still very gassy.

I tried giving him Gripe water which seemed to help at first but then did little to nothing to alleviate his gas. I also tried Simethicone drops which are meant to help with gas relief. Those seemed to help a little but took a while to work and didn’t last long.

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What helped my little guy the most were his tummy exercises as well as tummy time. With how I was feeding him, it was helping prevent too much air intake but not helping once he was gassy. The exercises and tummy time helped him relieve his gas and stop his discomfort. I made sure to have him laying on his tummy for a few minutes (10-15mins or until he was tired of it) a few times a day(usually 2-3). The pressure on his tummy helped relieve some of the gas. If he was still uncomfortable, I would lay him on his back and gently in a pedaling motion would move his legs towards his tummy and then straight out until he passed his gas. I also would move his legs together towards his tummy and straight out in a crunch motion. It got to the point where he would sometimes help pedal or would kick and squirm on his own when he was uncomfortable. These took a few tries but really helped.

For anyone going through this now, I would suggest trying the exercises as well as tummy time before purchasing anything. Also to try to keep their head elevated while feeding them and to always try to burp them after a feeding. I know it can be frustrating and upsetting to see your little one uncomfortable or in pain but just know that it gets better. They begin to learn how to manage it. My little guy now rolls and squirms until he relieves his gas but I must say it doesn’t seem to bother him much anymore. Hope this helps. XO

 

TBT- One year ago


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I apologize for not having my TBT up yesterday as usual. :( I try to keep everything on schedule but as some of you may know, yesterday was my birthday, woo hoo. In honor of that, my TBT will be about my birthday last year.

I remember it clearly. I was pregnant with my little boy and I couldn’t have been happier. I remember thinking about how happy I was to be pregnant and how I couldn’t wait to meet my baby. Also about how this birthday, my baby would be with me. I was about four months pregnant and the morning sickness was kicking my butt. For me it would come on suddenly and with a vengeance. The only thing that helped my morning sickness, which occurred any time of the day, was drinking ginger ale and avoiding greasy foods as well as limiting the amount of stress I was dealing with. Well the dealing with the stress was stressful, causing me even more stress. Vicious cycle and I was caught in it. My job at the time, while fulfilling was also very stressful. I decided to continue going to yoga to see if it would help relax me and, as always, it did. Yoga was wonderful for my body and mind. I need to start yoga again. I did things that relaxed me like going to the beach, the pool, the park and shopping; retail therapy at its finest. On my birthday last year we had a bbq and sat outside enjoying each other’s company, the good food, and great weather.

This year I was blessed with having my little guy by my side on my birthday. I can confidently say that just having him with me has made this birthday the best birthday I have ever had. Just looking into his eyes fills me with more love and joy than I ever thought possible. This year we spent a relaxing day with home cooked meals, made with love by my honey. We went out and did a little bit of shopping, watched movies, and played family board games. Just having my family by my side was all I needed to make this year great. These two birthdays will always hold a special place in my heart.

XO

Umbilical Hernia


When my little guy, Ayden, was 1-2 months old, I started noticing that his healed belly button which was at the time still protruding, would grow in size when he cried. It all started one morning when I was changing his diaper and I noticed that his belly button looked like a tiny balloon. I remember going his dad and asking him if he had noticed that before. He said he hadn’t but he didn’t think anything of it. Well, being the paranoid parent that I am, I immediately googled it and was bombarded with many results, most of which referred to an umbilical hernia.

“An umbilical hernia occurs when part of the bowel or fatty tissue pokes through an area near the belly button, pushing through a weak spot in the surrounding abdominal wall. Approximately 1 in every 10 infants is affected by an umbilical hernia.” 

I knew that an umbilical hernia is what Ayden had going on. I quickly made an appointment with his pediatrician for him to get checked out. Once there, my suspicion was confirmed. Ayden had an umbilical hernia which I was told would not need any treatment as long as it was able to be pushed back in and as long as it was healed by the time he is 5 years old. He said not to put anything on it and to just let it heal on its own. He said not to expect it to heal overnight as it is something that takes time and sometimes years. I was told that if once he is calm, if his belly button is still protruding as long as I was able able to gently push it back in, I had nothing to worry about. With that his pediatrician explained, that it would be a gentle touch not with force or any pain to Ayden. He explained that if it became stuck or unable to go back in with a gentle touch that I would have to take him to the emergency room to have it taken care of.

I was a nervous wreck. I can’t tell you how many times a day I checked his belly button and would gently push on it to make sure everything was okay. There were a few times when things got scary because it seemed like it was stuck but then it would go back in. It was an extremely nerve wrecking time for me and my boyfriend. Luckily, a month or two later his belly button began to shrink in size almost like a small balloon slowly deflating until it was no longer protruding at all. Now Ayden is a proud owner of an innie belly button.

My advice for anyone going through this is to stay calm and be attentive. Pay attention to any changes in size or shape to make sure nothing is stuck there. Also, if your baby is crying make sure to check that his/her belly button or wherever the hernia is, is not what is causing the discomfort. I was told to use gentle pressure and almost massage it back in if possible. If it does not go back in, better be safe and go to the emergency room. Also, if at any point you are unsure have it checked out. If your baby doesn’t seem like themselves or the area doesn’t look right, get it checked out. Always err on the side of caution. Best of luck and hang in there. It gets easier! XO

The day my baby boy was born…


I remember it like it was yesterday. It was two days after my sister’s birthday and I was supposed to be going to breakfast with my mom and sister to celebrate her birthday. Ayden had other plans. I remember feeling cramps and thinking it was just Braxton Hicks cramps and to try to go back to sleep. At 6:50 am I just remember using the bathroom and then seeing blood. That’s when I felt like my heart stopped and I began screaming. My boyfriend jumped out of bed trying to figure out what was wrong because I was screaming and crying. I tried explaining that I saw blood and had him call my midwife while I called my mom. The midwife said to head to the hospital because I could be in labor. After several attempts I finally spoke clearly enough for my mom to understand me. I grabbed everything I could and we rushed out the door. I felt such raw fear at the thought that something could be wrong. My mind raced with so many what ifs and I had to keep forcing myself to stay calm and not cry.

When we got to the hospital I went directly to intake where they checked me to see if I was in labor or if I would be going back home. After a few checks they said I was in labor and would be admitted to the hospital. I remember asking what the blood meant and feeling relief like no other when my midwife told me that blood isn’t always a bad sign and in my case was just my body preparing for labor. The next several hours were a blur of horrible pain like I have never felt before. I had originally wanted a natural birth but that flew out the window when I realized the pain would only get worse and I was nowhere near the end. When asked if I wanted an epidural, I quickly agreed and begged for it that instant. All the research and techniques flew out the window when the pain rushed in. The epidural wasn’t as scary as I had made it out to be in my head and didn’t hurt much. It lessened the pain but with my luck it was no surprise that I still felt the contractions but luckily it didn’t last much longer. As the pain and need to push increased I asked if I was fully dilated. The midwife said I probably wasn’t but she humored me and checked. Thank goodness she did because I was ready and so was Ayden. I gave birth to Ayden at 5:32pm. 6 lbs 1 oz, 18 1/2 inches of pure perfection. The moment I saw his face everything changed. I quickly held him and vowed to protect him always. Looking back, so much has changed. He changed my priorities, my way of thinking and changed the amount of love I could feel for one person. He is my love, my life, and my joy. My baby boy.

I would love to hear your stories. Comment below about your special day! XO