Stolen

So although this has little to do with the life of my adorable little baby, the most recent events have dramatically impacted the life in the Harvey household. When we came home from a nice, long Thanksgiving weekend, we got a phone call from my brother (who lived with us) that our house was burglarized. For those of you who remember, our car was stolen out of our garage in the middle of the night about 10 months ago. We told eachtoher that it was okay because we had a detached garage. They weren't in our house, they didn't invade our personal space, no one was hurt, and we eventually got the car back. This time was different!

The so-called burlars, or low-life losers as I like to refer to them as, took a crow bar to our FRONT DOOR, broke the window down and stole about $11,000 worth of "stuff." I say "stuff" in quotations because its times like these where you realize that none of those material things matter. The Tv, the Wii, the PS3, the iPods, the kindles, and so on, and so on. . . dont matter. I care about the pictures I had of my new born baby, the video of her birth (that I will now never be able to view again), not to mention the fact that I will NEVER be able to spend a night in that house again. Its not a home. . . Its too scary, its too invaded, impersonal. . . Its not our house.

That Sunday, when we arrived "home," we immediately packed up the few personal items that still remained (aka the items we had with us while out of town) and moved in with my parents. Not super convenient, living 40 minutes north of the cities, commuting to work, living out of 1 bedroom, not having a routine, not having a plan, trying to sell our house, trying to buy a new house, try to decided if either of the latter is financially possible. Its stressful. Stress = anger, and anger = so many other issues. Its so difficult to maintain a positive attitude when you feel like your life has been stolen. I've cried, I've laughed at how ridiculous this whole thing is, I've yelled, I've accepted, I've prayed . . . so many emotions and so many thoughts floating around in my mind.

All in all, this is why I haven't blogged- no computer, no pictures, no nothing. BUT- I'm still here and I plan on continuing to blog on. Thanks to my momma for allowing me to use her computer!

6 months, solids, and moving and grooving

I can't believe our little peanut is already over 1/2 way to her one year mark. It seems like things are just falling into place and life with a baby is just so normal and perfect. We have a routine. Daycare has really given us that. She now comes home from daycare, usually plays, eats, takes a quick nap, then plays some more for a long time, takes a bath, eats and goes to bed.

She was finally into a routine and for about 2 weeks was a sleeping angel. Up once or twice a night at most, which was just great for Luke and I. Well after her 6 month shots (Cue sad music) it ALLLLL went downhill from there. The last 2 weeks have been a routine of waking screaming about every 2 hours. She won't rock back to sleep without eating, which makes sense because in the past 2 weeks she has gotten 2 teeth and started crawling! Halloween was the first tooth, the second came a week later, and just this Monday she she took her first crawling steps. Luke and I are definitely not prepared to baby-proof our house, but we really can't wait! Its so cute to watch her go after the cats or a toy, or me. It is the sweetest thing to watch.

We did some 6 month photos, with our big girl, who is now 17 lbs, and 26 inches :)

Did I mention I am obsessed w/ our camera? These pics aren't even edited. Just wait until I figure THAT out!

So Riley has been on solids for over 2 months now. We started w/ Rice cereal, merged away from that and onto oatmeal and started with one serving a day and have moved to a fruit and oatmeal in the morning, a veggie at lunch and usually a fruit & veggie at night. I bought these neat baby food storage trays, so I just make the food for the week on Sunday and portion them out (including the 8 servings that are sent to daycare for the week). 

                                               

                                                              Mumi & Bubi baby food storage trays

Some of her favorites are pears, sweet potatoes, peas, and butternut squash. She hasn't really NOT liked anything we've given her, which is nice. I don't think she's going to be a picky eater at all. 

We've also started to wean her off of her reflux medicine, and we haven't really seen any negative side effects yet. So far so good. We are SO excited for the holidays with our little peanut! 

1/2 a year. . . tear, my baby is growing too fast!

I know, its been an eternity since I have blogged. This is due to a number of different changes in my life. First, I accepted a job at a company, was there for 2 month, and after some challenges with the schedule, adjusting, and a lack of routine in our lives I decided to go back to my old job. It was a rough 2 months as far as not really seeing Luke EVER. Sure, I got 1/2 days with Riley but we rarely had family time, and although routine is so important for her, we had nothing! I took a week off of work, got to stay home with her- which was amazing, then just under 2 weeks ago, began my NEW journey at Hanger and Riley started daycare (DUN, DUN, DUNNNN!)

So Riley turned 5 months over a month ago, and we are slowly realizing that she is not our little new born anymore.

Everything is in her mouth. It seems like she's been teething for months. She's biting everything and drooling constantly. We actually got an amber teething necklace from a wonderful family of a friend, and it seems to be working really well. She's sleeping better and a lot less fussy during the days. 

Luke and I also got eachother a new DSLR camera for our anniversary so I've taken almost 500 pics with that in a few short weeks!

How can you NOT photograph this face?!

We found a wonderful daycare provider near Luke's work and she only has a few other kids, along with a 7 1/2 month old little girl that Riley has really become buddies with. I sure was nervous for her first day of daycare, but she wasn't!

Riley's personality is really coming out now. She's smiling ALL THE TIME, laughing, babbling, and constantly moving. She's playing and interacting, loves being read to, and is trying SOO hard to crawl. She does this there where she gets up on her hands and her tip toes and lunges herself forward, flopping on her belly. She gets frustrated, but I know she's so close. Lord have mercy, we have not baby-proofed our house yet!  

Melt. . . 

We also took a surprise trip to visit my grandparents last weekend. 6 hours round trip in the car and Riley was absolutely amazing! My grandparents were so excited to see us and it was sooo nice to see them!

4 generations!

Riley pulling great grandma's hair!

Now that I'm back to normalcy, I will be back to blogging, so expect updates, and lots and lots of pics!

Cloth diapering. . . what's the big hype??

Luke and I decided before we had Riley that we were going to attempt to cloth diaper (at least part of the time) for a number of reasons. This was, yet another reason for my mom to call us granola, but a single disposable diaper sits in a landfill for over 150 years before it decomposes! Holy crap- no pun intended. We were lucky enough to get a number of different options. I snagged a few off of Little <http://littleneetchers.com/> Neetchers. On black Friday last year all their diapers were 50% off and the Econobums were buy 1 get 2 free! So that is where my cloth diaper journey began. I had a couple friends, and my sister in law holding my hand through the whole process, and my sister in law probably gave me the best advice, telling me to just try a bunch of different kinds and decide from there which ones we like. We got a few covers from her, a few as shower gifts, and a few from Luke's cousin. We decided to go with prefolds because they are the most cost effective, and the easiest to wash, because you just pull out the inside (prefold) and throw it into the wet bag. So basically this means we use a "cover" or a waterproof outer shell, that resembles a disposable diaper, but most likely with a cute little design on it, and a "prefold" which is a square piece of cloth that gets folded into 3 and placed inside the cover. This acts as the absorbant piece of fabric, and is the only part that gets changed during diaper changes (unless there is a massive blow-out).



What we have:

8 covers (Econobum, Best Bottom, Charlie Banana, Flip and another kind that I can’t remember)

6 snap in inserts (Best Bottom)

18 prefold inserts

1 Bum Genius all in one (with 2 inserts)

2 wet bags



Basically, this is enough for 24 diaper changes, which lasts a couple days. Washing is super easy- We just soak in cold water, do a hot wash with Tide, cold rinse, and dry in the dryer (or you can let them dry in the sun).



It works out really nice, because Riley is watched in our home on most days, and my mom and brother are both comfortable using cloth diapers. My brother and Luke even surprisingly said they think that the cloths are easier than disposables. I worry that if she enters daycare they will have an issue. We have, however, found that using a disposable at night is the best option, because she goes a longer period of time without a diaper change, and tends to soak through the cloth. Not only are we saving a ton of money by cloth diapering, but we are also eliminating waste by not using disposables that frequently and Riley RARELY ever has diaper rash.



It is an investment, and it is “messy” at times, but babies are messy! Plus I feel like there’s nothing cuter than a big cloth diaper butt :)

Trying to be a good momma

I think any first time mom will agree with me when I say there is too much information out there that tells you how to raise a child. You always hear people say “children never came with a handbook,” which is incredibly true, but then you have “specialists” and “professionals” out there who attempt to lump all children into a category and tell you their way is the correct way to do things:

Don’t bathe your child too much, but don’t do it too infrequently
Don’t feed on demand, but don’t try to force a schedule too early
Your child should sleep through the night by this age, your child will wake up frequently if he/she’s hungry
Don’t hold them too much because they’ll be spoiled, don’t lay them down too much or they’ll develop a flat head
They have to sleep this way, can’t sleep this way
Your child should be eating this much and this often
Don’t rock her to sleep, but don’t let her cry it out


There’s too much information out there it’ll make your brain explode trying to absorb it all. The first couple of weeks post-partum, I googled WAY too much. I was constantly looking for tips and tricks and advice on how to get Riley to sleep more, to get her on a “schedule,” to get her to cry less, etc. I was constantly searching the web and began convincing myself that I was doing something wrong as a mom. I must be because every other baby out there is doing X,Y,Z.  My husband kept telling me “stop looking on the internet.”
My feeling have drastically changed in just a few short months. What I have learned in my 3 + months as a mom, is this:

A). No 2 babies are alike
B). You can’t find ALL the answers in a book, or online
C). I know what’s best for my baby
D). There’s no such thing as a SET schedule and routine; when you have a newborn, you have to go with the flow.

Riley and I have developed both an understanding and a special relationship. I know how to sooth her  when she’s hungry, put her to sleep when she’s tired, and we’ve developed a trust that I feel like only a mother and daughter can have. I just love her so unbelievably much, and she’s worth every single minute of sleep lost J. I now know that I’m doing a good job (or at least what I think is a good job) and being the best mom that I can. I will continue to be selfless, make sacrifices, and make decisions in my life solely towards the goal of improving the life we have provided for her.

On to another adjustment

As if adjusting to a life with a 3 month old isn’t difficult enough, I’ve recently accepted a position a new company! I don’t know if you can feel my anxiety level rise, but it definitely has. I’m what people would call an organizer. I like things to be planned out. I like to lay out my work outfit the night before, prepare lunches the night before, and plan what we are having for dinner in the morning before I leave for work. If I don’t do these things (which happens frequently since having a baby), I feel like I’m creating more work for myself and always rushing around when I am home. Let’s just say-I like routine.

This new job will force me to change up my routine, be a little bit more flexible, and hopefully lighten up a bit. The hours are varied so 2 days a week I’ll work 8:30-5, 2 days I’ll work 12:30-9, and one day will be10:30-7. This means that I will have 2- ½ days during the week with Riley (and Luke will have time alone with her those nights), and one day a week, we will have a good chunk of the morning with each other. This consequently means less time she is in other people’s care, which really eases a lot of my stress about being a working momma. I’ll still be working full time, but I’ll have flexibility in my schedule.  I definitely think this will be a positive change. My parents worked alternate hours to avoid having me in daycare for my first years and I turned out just fine (hehe, some may argue otherwise). The most important thing I’ve learned with having a child is that life is too short to not do what makes you happy. This new schedule and this new job will make me happy, spending more time during the day with my peanut will make me happy, starting a “career” and not just a job will make me happy.

I can’t even begin to express what a difficult decision it was for Luke and I to decide whether or not I would pursue my Master’s degree 2 + years ago. He knew how much I really wanted to and, of course, supported me like good husbands do. Financially it didn’t seem like the BEST thing for us, but if I had unlimited funds, I think I’d be in school the rest of my life (and he knows that). I LOVE learning and growing and I would maybe get a degree in social work, or go to nursing school or PA school. But all-in-all I’m happy with my BA in Biology and my Masters in Health Care administration. My degrees will actually help me to succeed at my new employer (or at least I hope so). This is my first job post-college in which they’ve required a specific degree and have had to verify the completion of the degree prior to starting. For some reason this really makes me happy, because I was starting to think that my college education hadn’t been worth it. BUT IT HAS and I couldn’t be more excited!

. . .  Now to get my hubby a job he’s excited to go to on a daily basis.

So for now we have the remainder of this week left of the normalcy that we have already established. Then 8 days of training, and on to my NEW schedule. Wish us luck in this adjustment and let’s hope I’ve made the right decision!

Tales of a breastfeeding momma

I can remember being pregnant and taking the classes through Amma Maternity and thinking about how devastating it would be to be unable to breastfeed. I think being a mom in general is hard work so whether or not you chose to breastfeed is up to you. There are so many choices to make as a parent and I greatly respect each and every decision- this includes whether or not YOU decided to breastfeed. However, Luke and I have always been a little (what my mom likes to call) crunchy, but after taking the breastfeeding course, my need to breastfeed was confirmed. I think back to when we started the course; the instructor asked us why we all wanted to breastfeed. . . So the list began:

1.       It saves money

2.       Helps you lose weight

3.       Is good for the baby

           a.       Boost immune system

           b.      Reduces risk of diseases and allergies

4.       Helps you bond with the baby

That was the premise of the list we compiled, although our instructor gave us a list a mile long with all the benefits in detail which I wrote about in a previous post (HERE). So to us, the money savings has been completely evident. It helped that I was home for 2 ½ months, but as far as money spent, all we have spent is the money on breast milk storage bags, which has been about $30.00 total. Now that I’m pumping at work and storing more, we’re spending a bit more, maybe $10-$20/month, but that’s a HUGE savings in comparison to what we’d spend on formula. As far as weight loss goes, I have seen a HUGE change as well. When I was pregnant, I gained a total of about 17 lbs, so far I’m down 25 lbs- which makes me 8 lbs lighter than I was pre-pregnancy! Some of that may be due to the fact that I’m busy all the time and forget to eat. Being good for baby we haven’t really visibly seen, but she hasn’t been sick yet (knock on wood). Bonding- yes, yes YES! I don’t know if breastfeeding was the main contributor, but I feel like every time I’m feeding her, and being responsible for her growth and overall health, I am so connected to her and it’s the most amazing feeling in the world.

The beginning

I was lucky enough to be one of those people who had absolutely no problems. Baby latched on perfectly, my milk came in within a couple days, she gained weight, I never got any infections, so maybe I have a skewed perspective, but I am pretty sure it’s just because I’m lucky and has nothing to do with anything I DID. Besides the pain associated with the beginning stages of nursing, it was smooth sailing. Its funny though- because I was in pain the first couple weeks, I just let everything “air out” (as the nurses instructed) and I recall my mom asking, “So do you think you’ll ever wear a shirt again.” Hahaha, after childbirth, the little bit of modesty I once had, went down the drain. I think the downfall to breastfeeding in the beginning was that it felt like I was doing the majority of the work. Newborn babies simply eat and sleep, and the majority of the sleeping happened immediately following a feeding. Soo as if having a baby isn’t a big enough change to your life, my poor husband wasn’t getting much bonding time with her. That, of course, changed once she started to interact more and sleep less during the day. It was also hard to know if I was producing enough, finding ways to increase my supply so I could store more, and realizing that if I was going to solely breastfeed, that meant that middle of the night feedings were my responsibility. To me, now, those middle of the night feedings (yes, there’s an “s” on the end of that because my child is up 2-3 times a night still) are my quiet, alone time with her. It’s become special and something I treasure- although most mornings I have to peel myself out of bed.

Pumping

Here’s where the difficult part starts. . . Around 3 weeks post-partum, the nurses recommended that I start pumping after feedings in order to store enough milk to compensate for when I go back to work. After a lot of trial and error, I found that I could pump effectively 2 times a day, after the first mornings feeding, and after the last feeding of the night. Slowly but surely I started to accumulate a stock, and I was feeling like I was in a good routine. Well- of course, when you have a baby there’s no such thing as a solid routine, because once I went back to work, I had another bump in the scheduling road. Part of being able to successfully pump, is being relaxed. Now I don’t know about you, but there is nothing relaxing about being crammed into a little room with your shirt off and your coworkers just outside your room talking and KNOWING what you’re doing. I found that creating a pumping schedule helped to eliminate some of the awkward “Uhhhh- I’m going to go take a break” thing, and now I just get up and go. I made a handy red sign that I place on the door and move my chair in front of it, so even if someone mistakenly attempted to open the door, I’d be blocking it. I also now listen to music or to calm myself, and even close my eyes. I have decided that to keep my supply up and continue building a stock, I have kept my morning and evening pump sessions, as well as 3 pump sessions during the work day. 5 times a day on top of breastfeeding when my little munchkin is awake is getting to be a lot! Not to mention, my stock has become so large, that I’ve had to make 2 separate trips to store in my parents deep freezer. I now have enough stock that if I stopped pumping completely, I’d have enough for Riley to eat for at least a month while I am away at work. I think it’s time to drop a session, but—man- it hurts!


What’s to come

It has definitely been what I’m calling a journey because there are ups and downs, at times I feel like it’s so inconvenient to be pumping all the time, storing, and cleaning parts, but at other times (more so in the middle of the night) I feel like it’s so convenient to not have to make a bottle to feed her. My goal was to breastfeed for 6 months- a year, and I think that since I’ve made it this far, it’s completely do-able. Before we know it, Riley will be starting solids, and she’ll nurse less and less (Sad face- she’s getting so big already).  I’m happy to know that this has been something that we have made work for our family and for us the positives heavily outweigh the negatives!