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Sour Milk

Why are nursing clothes so absolutely fugly? I swear it's a conspiracy by clothing manufacturers to make you look like turds at a time when you already feel like turds. And then charge you $82 per item to boot.



With the twins it wasn't as big of a deal because, let's be honest, I rarely left the house when they were little. I sat in my living room covered in spit up while wearing old yoga pants and ill-fitting nursing tanks and no one was the wiser. This time around I'm not as (un)lucky. The twins have activities and I have to face the general public. This has meant two things: 1. I have to actually find clothes that fit and don't smell like sour milk to wear and 2. I've had to get over my fears of nursing (somewhat) in public.



Finding clothes that fit nicely is a challenge in and of itself right now. Finding clothes that fit, that allow me easy and discreet access to nurse while chasing two toddlers presents a new set of challenges. And, to add insult to injury, my pregnancy made my diastasis-damaged stomach muscles even more lax, so I have to find creative ways to hide my postpartum belly.



While reveling in my abundant free time last week while we shacked up with my inlaws (a perk of being temporarily homeless), I started playing around on Polyvore. I know, so 2010 of me right? Whatevs. I'm currently addicted.



I started plugging in pieces I already own and things that I have had my eye on to create outfits that allow me to chase the twins, nurse the baby, feel like a human being and look like I've got my shit together. And since I'm fairly certain I'm not the only momma out there that wants to dress in cute clothes that are functional and affordable (since let's be honest, are you really going to wear a nursing bra once you don't have to?), I figured I'd share my boards here.



Be warned: I'm no fashionista and I suck MAJORLY at accessorizing. I rarely wear anything besides my wedding rings and the same pair of ziamonds that I got for Christmas a few years ago (because I'm wayyyy too cheap to wear real diamond earrings). But I manage to put myself together most days and feel half cute sometimes. So why not share the love?



Running around the mall is a thing of the past, unless I want to drag a limp toddler behind me while pushing two other kids in a stroller. So most of my purchases are made online and I rarely shop at stores that don't provide free shipping and free returns. These Polyvore boards have been like a virtual fitting room for me. Or at least that's how I'm justifying wasting spending time online making outfit boards. I'm simply saving myself time and anguish in a public setting...



Mommy(ish)

Mango knit top / Motherhood sleeveless top / AG Jeans premiere skinnies / Timex watch / Cubic zirconia earrings / Love Quotes scarf / Essie polish

I knew the day would come

I just thought when it did I'd be ready.



Yesterday, my babies turned six months old. A milestone in its own right, but also my goal date for breastfeeding. I did it. I can't believe I got here. There were a hundred times that I thought I would never make it; when July 12 would seem so far away.



So yesterday came and went and I realized, now that I've already started the weaning process, that maybe I'm not ready. But my milk production has dropped and even if I wanted to I couldn't continue to nurse them, cause I just don't make enough milk to feed two babies anymore.



I consoled myself with the fact that I can still nurse them in the morning and pump enough milk that they each get one full bottle a day. And for now, that was enough.



Except today I had a conversation that changed that.





Joe and I have two embryos that are frozen and we are planning to do a FET, um, now. I'm going in for my repeat SHG on Friday. And if all is clear, I'm good to go. Except for one small thing.



I can't be breastfeeding. I can't even be making milk.



Lactating causes a shift in hormones that can affect the cycle (even medicated) and can disrupt my ability to conceive again.



So here I sit, with two beautiful babies, who may be the only babies I ever have, and therefore ever feed, and in order to have another baby I need to stop feeding them and let go of this part of motherhood. And I'm not ready to move on, but I'm ready to try to conceive again. And I don't know why I'm so upset about all of this. But the reality is, I can't stop crying.

Surprise, Surprise...

Another post about breastfeeding. Are you sick of talking about it? Cause I am...



You might remember my post about four weeks ago where I was so happy that my kids took formula and it wasn't a problem. I thought it was so easy to switch them that I stopped worrying about the formula thing and kept trucking away nursing.



Why? Because nursing is EASY. It's fast (ten minutes or less per kid), there's nothing to clean and nothing to set up. So I nursed and thought that the next step was waiting for me when I was ready.



Fast forward to the present -  I'm eight weeks away from my goal end date for breastfeeding and I started offering them formula so that I can begin the weaning process. My kids won't freaking take it! They gag on the bottle and spit out the formula and make the most god awful faces and sounds.






{ 16 week old rugrats }



Reese has a dairy sensitivity and she won't touch Nutramigen or Alimentum. I tried Good Start because I heard it was sweeter and she won't take that either.

Ryan also refuses all three.



I've tried one ounce of formula in three ounces of breastmilk to "hide" the taste and they still gag on the bottles. I'm not going to lie, it's a lot of work to pump, mix bottles with formula and then force feed them. I hate doing it. And when they won't even take the bottles and I lose all the milk it makes me angry.



As a result I've diminished most of what's in my freezer stock because once I've pumped, mixed and dumped, there isn't enough left in the boob these days to try to feed them again.



I went from being able to pump 10-16 ounces in a session for the first three months to now I pump around 4-6 ounces at a session if I'm lucky. When they are nursing I know they are getting what they need, as they are not fussy or hungry in between feedings. But from the looks of it my supply has really dropped and I'm terrified of losing my supply and having babies that won't transition to formula.



Last but not least, we are meeting with our RE to discuss a FET next week. I want to go back for baby #3 soon and be done with this TTC phase of my life. I can't go for #3 until they are fully weaned and I am SO stressed out about being their only source of food right now.



If you have any experience with this or any advice/words of wisdom I'm all ears. Thanks in advance!

Going Dairy Free

After housing a pint of ice cream for dinner last week, I realized very quickly that my daughter has a milk protein allergy. I had thought maybe she was allergic before. But just after her morning, mid-morning and afternoon feed the next day my suspicions were confirmed. The kid turned into Linda Blair.



After 15 weeks of EBF, there was no way that milk was going to derail me. So I've given up dairy. At first I thought this would be really easy. That was, of course, until I opened our refrigerator and saw 20 cups of yogurt, 7 puddings and a dozen assorted cheeses. I guess I didn't realize how much dairy I ate...



I spoke with a few of my mommy friends about giving up dairy and learned about something called "hidden dairy" (here and here). I didn't even know such a thing existed. For three days when I thought I had given up dairy, I apparently had still been eating it (and in relatively large quantities). My sandwich bread had hidden dairy, as did my cold cuts, even freaking PITA CHIPS. I was at the end of my rope. Seriously.



As though life with twins isn't hard enough some days, now I am having to label read like a mad woman. Thankfully, learning a few key dairy words (casein, caseinates) has really helped me find what will and won't work. To circumvent the problem I've decided it would be easier if I cooked the majority of my meals. Then I could control what was going in my food and still ensure I was taking in enough calories to sustain nursing and enough nutrients to sustain myself.



The key with cooking is that the recipes had to be quick - both to shop for and to make. Below is a sample day of food for anyone that is interested. I make my breakfast for the week and my lunch for the week at night while Joe is home, this way he can cover the kids. We switch off who cooks dinner and who is on kid duty. I definitely don't feel like I'm missing out on anything and so far all of the recipes have been great.



Breakfast (before giving up milk, my breakfast was two packets of Quaker Weight Control Oatmeal - has hidden dairy - and a cup of coffee with half and half)


  • Coffee with almond milk and agave syrup.

  • Oatmeal (either steel cut or traditional oats), prepared with water. After it is cooked I portion it out and top each portion with 1/4 cup of almond milk, 1/4 cup of almonds and 1 tablespoon of organic honey. 


Lunch (before giving up milk, my lunch was a Dole salad kit. Most of the dressings and/or ingredients contain dairy)










This took about 15 minutes total - prep time, cooking time and cleaning up. And I ended up with four lunches from one recipe/cooking adventure.



Dinner (before giving up dairy this could have been anything from tuna sandwiches to pizza to roasted salmon with brussel sprouts)








We made this with a side of quinoa cooked in Organic Mushroom Broth. Dinner was on the table in 15 minutes. We had three pots to clean, plus our dinner dishes. So clean up took about ten minutes. I cut the recipe in half to just feed two. But this could have easily been kept for a second night/leftover dinner if the full recipe was made.



Snacks (before giving up dairy were fiber one bars, yogurt, pita chips with hummus, string cheese and crackers...)


  • sliced vegetables (roasted red pepper, yellow squash, zucchini, carrots, etc.) with hummus

  • fruit (peaches in cling = guilty pleasure, apples, bananas, pears, etc.)

  • nature valley granola bars


If anyone would like more information feel free to email me or leave a comment. I'm happy to help. I'll try to update my spark page with each week's food for anyone going through similar issues. Any not obvious foods (i.e. hummus, red peppers) are recipes that come from Cooking Light and can be found here.

It Does Get Easier

My goal from the beginning has always been to nurse the twins for six months. Last week we hit our halfway mark and I have to say I was elated - both that we made it that far and that I was halfway done with this phase in my postpartum life.



Breastfeeding, while truly a gift, is also a giant pain in the ass. As the parent with the breasts, you shoulder the burden of being the sole provider of nourishment (and sometimes, by default, comfort). It's a lot of stress and pressure and frustration. I honestly think that successful breastfeeders are successful because they are stubborn. Cause this shit's not easy. Does it get easier? Yes, yes it does. Is it ever easy. Um, for me, not so far. Easier. But not easy.



It's always been part of my grand plan to start solids with the twins at four months. Nothing crazy, just the basics and just for practice.







I promised myself that once the kids started taking in solids, that I would also transition to formula and wean from the boob. I have read that once solids are introduced as a regular part of a child's diet (i.e. past the 6 month mark) that the nutritional benefit of breastfeeding decreases. This is because the child starts to get nutrients from the other foods s/he is taking in and because the nutritional composition of a mother's milk decreases exponentially past the 6 month mark. I am not negating the benefits of breastfeeding or extended breastfeeding; I'm just explaining how I initially selected 6 months as my "cut off" date.



Before we started solids it was important to me to find a formula that worked for my kids to make the transition from breast to bottle easier when I am ready. Last week, after a lot of anxiety and anticipation, I gave them their first and only ounce of formula. And guess what? They did fine. Their heads didn't explode, their limbs didn't fall off and they didn't change colors. In fact, they didn't even notice the difference between my milk and formula. Nothing changed at all. Except I felt a little sad that I had built this day up in my head so much and it wasn't even an issue.



I keep trying to come up with a grand plan for what comes next. Right now I think I will continue to EBF for 6 months and start the weaning process then, with the goal of being completely done by 8-9 months. I have no idea if this is *the* plan. My mind changes every day.



What I do know is that I'm not ready to stop yet. The kids are doing great and I'm so proud of their growth. That my body did that. I made them, I grew them in my belly and now I've fed them and helped them grow.



We have a meeting with the creator next month to talk about Russell Sprout #3 and I'm sure that will heavily influence my decision. In order to cycle again two things need to happen: 1.) I need to get a period again and 2.) I need to stop breastfeeding (which I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to do in order for number 1 to happen anyway...)



And, selfishly, I want my body back for just a little while before I leap back into sticking needles in my belly and ass. And I definitely want my body back for a little while before I become pregnant again (if I am blessed enough to achieve a second pregnancy). Not for a crazy amount of time, maybe a month...or three.



So that's that. I stuck with it. I'm still going. I have no idea what comes next. And formula isn't the monster I created in my head. Who knew?

11 Weeks Old











Another week bites the dust. They weren't awake at the same time during the day so I had to settle for individual photo sessions. Probably not a bad thing anyway considering the both threw up like mad. At least my hallway is clean now. 





You can really tell how much bigger Ryan is than Reese in these pictures. He looks like a sasquatch compared to her. I wonder if I'd realize how small she really is if she wasn't a twin? I love these kids to pieces. Some days all I do is look at them, play with them, take pictures of them and then look at pictures of them while I'm holding them. To say they've overtaken every aspect of my life would be a slight understatement.


9 weeks old

They're officially not newborns anymore. My tiny babies are disappearing, but thankfully they're being replaced with smiling, laughing, cooing babies. I loved the tiny snuggly stage, but this new bright-eyed stage where everything is new and exciting is pretty freaking fun. What a blessing these two are, I thank God every day for this life I am so blessed to live.










Ryan: 8 weeks

Good Morning Mister! As usual, you have waited (quietly and contentedly) while Mommy got to your sister first. I have so many things I've been wanting to share with you, but these last few weeks have been quite the ride. Let me just start by telling you what an easy baby you are. Mommy and Daddy are very lucky to have you in their lives, and we are very lucky to have only ONE baby like you. If we had two babies like you, Mommy is sure she'd be pregnant again already. Kids like you make me understand why and how people can have 19 kids!






{ the day you were born }



So let me tell you about your last 56 days of life. When you were born and I heard you cry for the first time, it was the most surreal experience of my life. I kept looking at your Daddy and asking him if that moment was real, if you were real. Your voice was like nothing I had ever heard and nothing I could have imagined. Your voice, to this day, is still one of the sweetest sounds I've ever encountered.






{ 1 week old }



You sneeze in threes and when you finish sneezing you make this noise "guhhh" and it's so adorably funny. We look forward to it now and are disappointed when you sneeze and don't "guhhh" afterward.






{ 2 weeks, 5 days old }



You also make a funny little whistling sigh right after you yawn. Your whole face yawns in an exaggerated O and then you sigh like you've never slept a second in your life. Right after you yawn you find a way to nuzzle in and snuggle down and then you fight sleep like a madman. Your tiny little eyes flutter and roll back in your head and just when we think you are out POP your eyes are open wide again and you're staring right at us.







So back to your crying, that first cry in the hospital was the last cry you had for a long, long time. But mister, when you cry, you really cry and let me tell you it's not the cutest face we've ever seen. Daddy and I call your cry the ugly cry. Your whole face wrinkles and your brow furrows and your lips curl out and you let out the shrillest little whimpers. It's probably not nice of us, but when you break out the ugly cry, we laugh.







But really you're not much of a crier. You wake up happy, you sit happy, you sleep happy. If you're crying Daddy and I know something is really wrong with you and we panic. I guess you're the strong and silent type.








While you are the "quiet" baby, don't be fooled. You are still quite spastic! Since the day we brought you home you jump (and jump HIGH) at loud noises. You are our little monkey. One day I found this picture online and Daddy and I both got a good laugh in. This picture is so you. We call this your WTF face. If you are sleeping in our arms and we start to talk, you jump. If you are sitting in a chair and the dog walks into the room, you jump. If you are falling asleep and the wind blows, you jump. Hysterical.














You are a cuddle monster. There is nothing you love more than laying splayed out on Mommy or Daddy's chest. When you lay on top of us you rub your little hand over our skin and pat us, like you're comforting and snuggling us as much as we're comforting and snuggling you. You nestle right into a nook and move your head back and forth until you are perfectly comfortable. 










You're a sensitive boy who is very attune to the space around you. If your sister starts crying your face just crumples, you can't stand to hear her be upset. Your awareness and focus on your surroundings causes you to look like a very serious baby, like you are pondering the world and all of its problems. We found a picture of Daddy when he was your age and guess what? He has the same exact look on his face, so I have confidence that you won't be serious and worried your whole life!










For the first two weeks we had you home all you did was sleep, and then one day you woke up and never shut your eyes again. We actually felt bad because you would be wide awake staring at the world and we'd put you in your crib or bouncy chair so we could sleep. At three weeks old, you could stay awake for three hours at a time! And, of course, your favorite time to be awake is late at night (a night owl like your mama!) so there you'd be, staring at us from your bassinet in the dark, at 11 p.m., just absorbing everything around you. 










It didn't take long for you to hate being swaddled. By three weeks you fought to have your arms free, and so we would just swaddle you from the waist down. By four weeks we abandoned the swaddle completely and somewhere in that space of time you began sleeping with your arms above your head like you just scored a touchdown. 















For a while you and your sister slept in Mommy and Daddy's bed. Reese slept with Daddy and you slept with me, right next to my side. We've spent many hours just looking at each other through the dull glow of a night light. You and I both like to have our space when we sleep, but we held hands every night. 










It wasn't long before you found your voice. You started out with tiny grunts, umphs and ughs, and soon you were moaning and groaning and grunting LOUDLY. Of course your favorite time to chat was between the hours of 2 and 5 a.m. Your sister sleeps right through your grunts, but Mommy and Daddy could not. There were several nights where we'd wake up and say "shut up Ryan!" but you never listened to us, you just kept chattering away. 










Even though the sound of your voice is the sweetest thing I've ever heard, I needed to get some sleep and so we moved you guys to your nursery and you started sleeping there at night. Now that you are sleeping in your crib like a big boy, I very much miss the feeling of your tiny hand wrapped around my finger when I sleep. 










Speaking of sleep, you poor thing, you went through a period where something I was eating was giving you terrible gas. Oh goodness, you would be sleeping so peacefully when all of a sudden you would scream and scare the bejesus out of Daddy and I and *poof* - just like that - you'd fall back asleep. It would have been funny if we didn't feel so bad for you.










You've always loved sitting up and looking around a room - you take in all of the shapes and objects. Once you turned six weeks old you were able to turn to face me or Daddy when you heard our voice and you could follow us in and out of a room with your eyes. Right around 7 weeks you started smiling at us on purpose. The first time you smiled at your Daddy it brought him to tears. You have the sweetest smile, it takes up your whole face and your eyes light up. You smile most when Daddy rubs your forehead and cheeks or I talk to you in a high pitched voice. 










Right now you are working on sitting up on your own. You are fascinated by lights and shapes. 







{ 3 weeks, 5 days }







{ 7 weeks, 6 days }





Your favorite toy is your Rainforest Playmat, but you also love your bouncy seat and watching sports on TV with Daddy. You were fascinated by your first lacrosse game (something that made Daddy very happy). 










From the day we brought you home you were very aware of your hands. Constantly folding them and manipulating them, putting them in your mouth, grabbing on to things. 







{ just a week old}










Sometimes the use of your hands is quite comical, especially when you use them to cover your face. Like you're already telling me, "cut it out Mommy you're embarrassing me!" 










You've been able to grip things like shirts and my hair for weeks, and now you can hold toys, like a rattle and move them around. 















You are a big boy, Mommy's little meatball. From the day you were born you had big hands and big feet. 















Your feet look just like Daddy's, from the big space between your big toe and the one next to it, to the sideways little toe. A mini version of Daddy's foot, how crazy is that? 










I'm so impressed by you every day of your life. Your joy for the world and your love for your Mommy and Daddy and Reese is evident in your tiny little face. You brighten every one of my days with your animated facial expressions, gestures, smile and voice. And Mister, you make the funniest faces we have ever seen.

















You talk all day now and your tiny voice is amazing. You coo and make the sweetest sounds. The noises come out of your tiny mouth so forcefully and intentionally now, like you can't wait to be able to communicate all the things going on in your head. 












Every day we are impressed by how solid and strong you are, already you have deltoids and biceps and superhuman strength. I watch you grow up and it fills my heart up and breaks it all at the same time. I can't imagine that there's going to be a day when you are going to tower above me, where your hand will be bigger than mine, where your little arms will be the arms of a man. My eyes are filling with tears as I type that. My little man, I want you to stay this small and sweet forever and yet I can't wait to see the man you become.









It is impossible for me to tell you how deep my love for you is and how full you make my heart. It has been an absolute joy being your Mommy. I'm so excited about our future together as a family. Thank you so much sweet boy for bringing such light to our lives and love to our hearts.







{ 7 weeks old }





Happy Two Month Birthday angel!





Love, 


Mommy








Reese: 7 weeks

Good Morning Miss Priss, you are seven weeks old today. I've been meaning to write you this letter for a long time now, but you've been keeping me on my toes. Daddy and I often joke that if we had two babies as high maintenance as you are we'd run away.






{ the day you were born }



So let me tell you a little bit about your last 49 days of life. When you were born your poor little face was so swollen (especially your eyes) that mommy was worried about you! But after a week your swelling went down and the prettiest little face was revealed. You have the most perfect little lips, like a porcelain doll, and the tiniest little tongue that you stick out all the time and make the funniest little faces. Your little eyes aren't strong enough to focus very well, and so you are often cross-eyed. It sounds bad, but it's actually quite cute.







Your expressions bring such joy to our hearts. Because of the faces you make and your animated features, we started calling you Bug. Partly because you were so bug-eyed when you were born and partly because you are so tiny and cute like a little ladybug. I hope you don't hate us for the nickname when you're a teenager!









{ your first week home }







{ 3 weeks old, the day Daddy went back to work }



You are our little sleeping beauty and we sure have learned that you, my dear, need your rest. When you wake up from a good nap you arch your back, tilt your head backward, put your arms up over your head and purse your little lips. Mommy has been trying to capture this on film for weeks but it's hard to do since she's always the one holding you. It's quite possibly the cutest wake up the world has ever seen.






{ the best picture I've been able to get of your sleep stretch! }



You'll kill me for this one day I'm sure, but sometimes you wake up and you are not cute and sweet. Daddy and I joke that sometimes we've "released the Kraken". You start by breathing funny, with nasally little inhalations and then you start to snort. You manage to snort and huff for a full five or ten minutes (you are that slow to wake up) and we always know what's coming. A full out cry. Daddy and I tease you a lot (we don't take too many things seriously, as I'm sure you already know) and so we'll breathe and snort like you and laugh at the sounds you make. Know that we do so out of complete and total love. And one day if you need an inhaler, we'll buy you one.







You still love to sleep in a tight little ball with your legs crossed and your hands near your face, just like you did in Mommy's belly.






{ how you slept in my belly, except you were upside down! }









At night you curl up with Daddy and you nuzzle so far into his side that we worry you'll suffocate, but no matter how many times we move you, you squirm until you are right up next to him with your face buried into his armpit. Your head always smells like Old Spice deodorant because of it.











Your doctor says you have colic, but Mommy and Daddy realized that what you really have is a preference for a LOT of sleep so we stopped waking you up from your naps and you are finally a happy(ier) baby.






{ how Daddy helped you with your colic }



You smile and coo and follow us with your eyes. You're happiest when your held and as much as you love to sleep you hate being put down for a nap. When you are the most inconsolable the only person who can get you to nap is your Daddy. You just love being in his arms. He'll walk laps around the house for hours for you. He loves you very much and you already have his whole heart in the palm of your tiny hand.










{ modeling Daddy's hat }



Speaking of your hands, they are the most dainty hands anyone has ever seen. You and your brother are almost the same size and weight, but other than that there is no comparison. Your hands and feet are so teeny tiny and you are so delicate. Lifting you is like lifting a bag of feathers. I love to play with your toes and you love it when I rub them while you are nursing.











By two weeks old, you could already roll from side to side and you were a tummy time champ. Now at 7 weeks you can hold your head up all by yourself and turn it from side to side.







You've recently learned to grip things with your hands. Your favorite things to grab are Mommy's hair and the drawstrings on Daddy's hoodies.







You and Gracie have really hit it off and you love it when she lays next to you and kisses your face, though you're still not sure what to make of her when she gets riled up and tries to play with you. When that happens you purse your lips and clench your fists so tight your knuckles turn white.








You love your swing and the sound of the ocean, but the bouncy chair bores you to death. You've had such a hard time with getting up air bubbles in your tummy that we bought you a Moby wrap; you can sleep for hours when you are strapped to my chest. Your favorite wraps are the kangaroo and the newborn hug hold - ones that let your head be next to my heart. I have to say that holding you so close, watching you sleep and listening to you breathe will be one of the things I miss most about you being this tiny.







You have somehow figured out how to pull your hands and arms into the body of your onesie in your sleep. Ironically, you've also figured out how to stick your foot out through the button holes. Every morning I wake up wondering where your limbs will be!







You are still wearing all newborn clothes, but we think you are about 2 weeks away from finally fitting into some of your 0-3 month and 3 month sizes. I love playing dress up with you and guessing what will fit you each week.






{ your first pair of jeans }



Mommy's favorite color is purple so she bought you a ton of purple clothes, but I soon realized that while purple is my favorite, you look the prettiest in pale pink. It's definitely your color!








Daddy noticed two weeks ago that you have little waves of brown (or hazel) floating into your right eye, he was convinced you'd have blue eyes. You sure fooled him. You definitely have Daddy's nose and we're pretty sure that you'll have Mommy's eye color and blonde hair, but I guess only time will tell. 









After so many years of waiting and so many months of anticipation you are finally here and our worlds will never be the same. You are so much more amazing, more beautiful and more sweet than we could have ever dreamed. We have loved every second of being your parents (even the rough ones!) and we are so excited to watch you grow.








Happy Seven Weeks Bug! 





Love,


Mommy






{ seven weeks old }


 

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