Happy Birthday to our darling Little Agnes!
Just a year ago you were so tiny,
but you have grown so fast.
You are learning more and more every day.
You have a personality that is all your own,
and a smile that melts your Daddy’s heart.
We love you Baby Agnes.
Happy Birthday little one.
The time is passing way too quickly…
Our little Miss turned 8 months yesterday.
Our little miss is 3 weeks old today, and she is doing great. She is eating like a champ, and gaining weight and growing fast. She is also full of energy and no longer sleeping through the night. Oh well, I get to catch up on my much missed Food Network during those late night feedings. I hope that sleep will return to me one day though.
Mornings are still a little hectic, but we have a pretty good routine down. I have days where I feel great, and then I have days where my incision site hurts like crazy, but it’s only been 3 weeks, so I think I’m doing pretty good so far.
Today the boy’s were so excited to see the snow, and Thade was really hoping that he could have a snowball fight with his best buddy at school. I was happy to see the snow taper off by mid-morning, I don’t like to have the little ones out if the weather is too bad.
Well I hear my little miss waking up from her nap, and that means I had better get back to it.
Right before delivery, I always set a goal of nursing for at least six months. I always ask my husband to keep me on track, and keep me motivated to continue nursing for as long as I can. This time, things just didn’t go as planned…
I had my c-section (on our anniversary) and we welcomed our third child. The surgery went well, and we both were doing great. Agnes started nursing right off the bat, and I was feeling pretty confident about my six month goal. We were out of the hospital in just two days, and back home to the boys.
I kept nursing, but something just wasn’t right. Agnes was having trouble latching on, and I was having trouble keeping the boys quiet. I tried everything… I switched rooms to nurse in, different nursing positions, bumped up my eating, but Agnes started losing weight.
We went for her one week check-up, and that was when my Doctor said the dreaded words, it’s time to supplement. She told me to keep pumping, and try to keep my supply up. I felt like a failure, and I was really sad. I have a fantastic Doctor, and she reassured me that everything would be fine.
I went out and bought bottles, along with preemie clothes for Agnes, and went home and made a bottle for her. James was happy to feed Agnes her first bottle, and I attempted to pump for the next feeding. I got out my trusty pump, and I pumped barely 1/4 of an ounce. The problem wasn’t her not being able to nurse, it was me…
At the second week check-up my Doctor figured out that my hormones never kicked-in to nurse, thanks in part to my c-section, and stress too. Nursing just wouldn’t be an option this time around, but she reassured me that Agnes would do just fine, and seeing the rapid weight gain, made be a believer too.
I still feel a little sad that I’m not able to nurse this time around, but seeing my little girl cheerful, and growing, it is all worth it.
The last week has flown by, and we are settling into a new routine around our house. Thade is staying busy at school, and James is back to work, and missing his kiddos. I’m keeping up around the house with the little ones. Agnes is doing well, and sleeping a ton. It makes me a little nervous, the boy’s never slept, so it is really strange to have a newborn that loves to sleep. Dylan has taken on the role of big brother, and he is really enjoying being a big kid, and not the baby anymore.
I’ve set a goal to nurse Agnes for at least 6 months, but this time around it isn’t going as well as I hoped. She has a check-up later this week, so I’ll hopefully get some good advice from our family Doctor. The boy’s seemed to eat around the clock, but not little Agnes… I’ve become one worried Mommy this week.
I’ve been trying to take it easy around the house, but I’m feeling pretty good. I’ve got a post-op check-up today, so we’ll see what the Doctor says. I hope that it goes well, and the kiddos behave too. It is going to be a long day…