Sunday, October 30, 2011

My milkshake brings no boys to the yard...

*disclaimer*- this post deals with breast feeding. Translation: dad, just look at the pictures and skip reading to avoid learning too much about your daughters boobs.

So after Tyson was born, I struggled (and by struggled, I mean constantly nursing/pumping while sitting in the same chair weeping and scaring the crap out of my husband) for 6 weeks trying to make enough milk for my hungry baby. This time, I was determined to have a different and more positive experience. I talked to lactation consultants before Nolan was born, started taking herbs, basically anything I could think of short of giving my girls a daily pep talk. Things started out great but at Nolan's 1 week appointment, we quickly learned that we were headed down the same road. His weight was down almost an entire pound and he was extremely jaundiced (24 on day 8 of life for those of you who are interested in the numbers). I was completely disheartened but still determined. So week two began with a bili blanket (a special light to help decrease jaundice) ...

and the pump. After a week of pumping my brains out around the clock, I sought help from a doctor who specializes in breast feeding problems. Ultimately, I found out that I am physically unable to breast feed and no amount of medications/herbs/interventions can change it. In layman's terms, my boobs have a tumbleweed rolling through them.
I won't lie, I was devastated. I preach the importance/enjoyment of breast feeding daily at my job and it seemed ironic that I wouldn't able to do it. Though it may seem silly to some, this is something I have to grieve. I am allowing myself to be sad but remembering that I am lucky to have a healthy baby...and lucky that we can afford the formula to feed him.
Luckily this face helps.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Nolan Dale

Meet the newest addition to the Haak House
Nolan Dale Haak
Born October 16th, 2011
7lb 1oz 19 1/2 inches long
It all happened like this. After a super fun bout with what I thought was labor on Saturday morning, I was convinced I was destined to go past my due date. That night I made the decision to take a sleeping pill (perfectly safe for pregnancy I promise) and within two hours I woke up in actual labor. Arrived at the hospital around 2;30 am and this little nugget was born a 5:23. Though extremely intense, I am lucky to have such fast and uncomplicated deliveries. I was completely shocked when someone yelled, "it's a boy!" but I'm really thrilled.
Tyson is pretty smitten too...
I promise I'm not actually naked in that picture

Here's to our new adventure.