Where Does Milk Come From?

I must share this. Before the babies arrived I posed the above question to my son expecting this answer: Cow. This is the answer I received: Mommy's boobies. How funny! I may have mentioned breastfeeding in passing to get him ready for when I feed the babies. Now that they are here, Tadhg is fascinated by my feeding the babies. He is fascinated by everything to do with breastfeeding. He is very interested in my pump, and wants to help if I'm pumping (by help I mean push buttons and turn dials when he shouldn't). It's a good thing I'm not bothered by his intense interest in all things breastfeeding. Hopefully he will be very helpful to his wife one day should she choose to breastfeed my grandbabies!

One Month Check - Up

The girls had their one month appointment on Friday. They are doing great! They're both around 7lbs., now. The doctor was impressed that they are breastfed. She said I must be making heavy cream - too funny! The green poop is normal according to her. We're keeping an eye on the reflux. Sleeping in the bouncy seat or swing is fine until they are three months. If we are still having issues and they are uncomfortable to be oin their backs in the crib then we may consider meds for the reflux. The girls are starting to stretch out their feedings to three hours during the day and night. Sometimes at night they have even almost made it four hours - Woo hoo!! So things are looking up. And it's a good thing, as my husband says, our day of reckoning is coming soon. My Aunt is here next week. My mom for the week after then we're on our own except for a weekly visit from my mom and our family friend, Ms. Ann. It's amazing how fast the six weeks goes!

I'm an Idiot!

Okay. I am very unlucky with illnesses once I bring my babies home from the hospital. When I had Tadhg I woke up at 2:00am (the night we brought him home) with a horrible stomach virus. Not lots of fun after a c-section. It lasted a couple of days, during this time I was unable to nurse or even pump. My poor husband and mother had to finger feed my little guy formula.

Here we are now 2008. We get home with the girls and I'm feeling great and so happy not to be hit with any stomach virus this time. Fast forward four weeks. I've been having some mild symtoms of a UTI, but am waiting for my OB follow-up on Monday the 4th. Bad move. On Thursday afternoon I am suddenly very fatigued when it is time to head downstairs. Once down there I started to get terrible chills. I took my temperature, 99.9, unusual for me. Take some ibuprophen. Still have the chills, take temp again up to 101.4. I realize something's going on for sure. It's after doctor's hours. I call Nighttime Pediatrics. I go for my appointment at 6:20. They get me in pretty quickly. I'm feeling like total CRAP, my back is hurting on top of my fever and headache. When I go back to see the doctor they take my vitals. My temperature is up to 102.8, after taking ibuprophen at 4:00! The doctor comes in and asks a bunch of questions. So, a lightbulb goes off when I realize that my night sweats and extreme thirst is probably from being sick and running a fever I didn't know I had! I'm such an IDIOT! Why did I wait to see someone? Now, my blood pressure is stroke high (170/106) and my pulse is up to 122 (I'm lethargic and sitting completely still). I have a UTI/bladder infection as well as a kidney infection! I have to get an injection of antibiotics and a prescription to start the next day. If my temp is not down to at least 100 by the morning I have strict instructions to head to the emergency room! WOW! I really did it didn't I?

It's now Saturday. I'm happy to say, I'm feeling much better and am on the mend.

Apparently we have to have some mommy drama after we bring home baby!