<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796</id><updated>2011-09-06T21:39:25.031-07:00</updated><category term='feeding baby'/><category term='breastfeeding'/><category term='traveling with a toddler'/><category term='co-sleeping'/><category term='baby'/><category term='new mom'/><category term='Daddy'/><category term='Working moms'/><category term='Target'/><category term='Toddler television'/><category term='toddler advice'/><category term='newborn'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='breastfeeding rights'/><category term='primary caregiver'/><category term='Totspot'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='myths about breastfeeding'/><category term='baby items'/><category term='parenting styles'/><category term='birth story'/><title type='text'>Today's Baby</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796.post-3772946316149981442</id><published>2010-11-16T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T15:44:02.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expose:  Portrait Studios Ripping Off Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TORnbb40utI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Uysch_466iE/s1600/61050-167x251-Targetportraitstudio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TORnbb40utI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Uysch_466iE/s320/61050-167x251-Targetportraitstudio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540667162612775634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look at this hip, cool father with his baby girl.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You could pay only $3.99 for it at Target &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or go to another portrait studio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and pay seven times that amount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine took her baby to get her portraits done every month for her baby's first year of life.  She displayed them in her living room and I always loved to see how her baby changed each month.  It was such a cool memory to have of her child.  A baby changes so much the first year of life and it is amazing to see it in professional portraits.  I did the same thing, but I had to learn the hard way.  Don't make the same mistake I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First, I went to Kiddie Kandids, which is slang for "I am gonna rip off parents for mediocre Anne  Geddes like pictures."  Who do they think they are fooling?  I spent over $200 on a few pictures.  I handed over my credit card and they handed back some crappy portraits they printed on their machine right in the store.  They were all dark and I even had to take some of them back because the ink smudged off in the bag. Come on.  We know it cost them a total of $10 bucks or less to print up the pictures.  We know because it is only a few cents for us to print up our pictures at the local Costco.  Why would it cost them anymore?  It is ridiculous to mark up a product that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Month 2 I went to Target Portrait Studios.  A little better.  I spent a little over $100.  I knew I couldn't spend that much on pictures every month or I was gonna go broke, so I went to my friend and asked her how she afforded such amazing pictures every month.  She e-mailed me the coupons she uses at Target Portrait Studios.  This deal is amazing.  First, no sitting fee.  Second, additional sheets are only $3.99 a sheet including the 10x14.  And you get a free 8x10.  The rest of Audrey's first year portraits cost me $30-$60 bucks a month.  I understand they need to mark up the pictures a little bit, but this was a lot more reasonable.  When I went to Target to get Audrey's 18 month pictures (she gets her professional portrait every 6 months now), they gave me free online access to my prints.  I was able to upload them to my facebook and share them through e-mail.  It is genius on their part because friends and family can buy prints directly from them if they want.  They probably make even more money doing that.  Target will try to sale you something they call portrait enhancements.  Don't fall for it.  They take a picture of your baby holding a fake rose and put in a cheesy border with a saying like, "Stop and smell the roses."  Totally nerdy!  Then try to sale it to you for $30.  Just get the basic print for $3.99.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I moved a couple hours away since Luke was born.  There is no Target portrait studio near where we live now (not all Target's have them), so I made an appointment at my local Walmart for Luke and Audrey's portraits.  I thought they would be similarly priced and I found a coupon for 20 percent off my entire purchase.  Ugh.  I got ripped off again.  I got 15 sheets for like $140 bucks (with my stupid coupon).  I think it will be worth driving a couple hours to Target because I don't feel like being ripped off again.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mother in-law said when we were kids and we went to the portrait studio, they would develop all the film from your shoot and whatever you didn't buy they would shred right in front of you.  Painful, right?  This was a different time.  It was understandable that portraits cost a little more.  They were working with film.  Now anyone can buy a fancy camera and get amazing pictures.  If these studios want to survive they better start to figure out that people are just gonna take their own professional portraits and blow them up and graphically design them with fancy borders.  We don't need to pay hundreds of dollars for fancy pictures anymore. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is the link to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://sites.target.com/site/en/spot/page.jsp?title=ptstudio_four_coupon"&gt;Target coupon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  If you are going to go to a studio to get your Christmas pictures, go to the Target Portrait Studios.  It is worth it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725793318063978796-3772946316149981442?l=todaysbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3772946316149981442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/expose-portrait-studios-ripping-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/3772946316149981442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/3772946316149981442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/expose-portrait-studios-ripping-off.html' title='Expose:  Portrait Studios Ripping Off Parents'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TORnbb40utI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Uysch_466iE/s72-c/61050-167x251-Targetportraitstudio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796.post-7970383995419460985</id><published>2010-11-12T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:44:52.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Booger Sucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TOBmH81zuDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/c4lzuXlVVro/s1600/20257-graco-aspirator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TOBmH81zuDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/c4lzuXlVVro/s320/20257-graco-aspirator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539539828442642482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Luke and Audrey have been sick non-stop.  Right before Luke was born  Audrey did two rounds of antibiotics and then she got a cold a couple  of weeks ago and then Luke got a cold.  Then Audrey got the flu and Luke  got the flu.  This week Audrey has a cold again and of course gave her  germies to Luke.  It is a constant battle of the colds.  Well if you  have children you know how hard it is to get that snot out with  aspirator.  Grody.  They hate it because you are sucking it out and it  doesn't even get that much out.  Then you can rinse it, but who knows  how gross it is on the inside of that thing.  You are probably putting  germs right back inside your kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to say I found an amazing baby product to help those nasty  colds.  It is a battery powered nasal aspirator.  It sucks the snot out  like a vacuum and it even has a little viewing window.  Gross, I know,  but at least you can see what you are getting out.  We love it.  Audrey  hated it at first and would run away crying.  Now she knows it helps her  feel better.  Only 20 bucks at Walgreens in the baby section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share this must have item since I have been using it a lot this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725793318063978796-7970383995419460985?l=todaysbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7970383995419460985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/amazing-booger-sucker.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/7970383995419460985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/7970383995419460985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/amazing-booger-sucker.html' title='The Amazing Booger Sucker'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TOBmH81zuDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/c4lzuXlVVro/s72-c/20257-graco-aspirator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796.post-2378558396080869100</id><published>2010-10-25T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T16:58:30.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth story'/><title type='text'>A Baby Story- Luke Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TOCFe_JovJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WPZ2Fg9__1E/s1600/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TOCFe_JovJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WPZ2Fg9__1E/s320/IMG_0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539574309060131986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by saying I am a nice patient.  I am cool, calm, and collected during labor.  I am super sweet and nice to all my nurses and doctors.  I even bring them all goody bags with cool little pins and candy.  I consider myself a pretty calm person in stressful situations and my husband is the same way.  So, why do I keep having these miserable hospital experiences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it is just that.  I truly believe that women should NOT give birth in hospitals.  I wish I would have coughed up the extra money and had Audrey at a birthing center.  Hospitals are great for sick people, but labor is not a sickness.  It is a natural process.  A hospital room is the opposite of natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not able to go to a birth center this time because I had an unnecessary cesarean section with my first child.  Birth centers do not accept VBAC patients because of the small chance of the uterus rupturing during child birth.  There is a small chance it can happen, but if it does the baby has to be taken out immediately or mother and baby can die in minutes.  I understood that part, but I do not understand why so many hospitals ban VBAC's.  Hospitals can do a cesarean section in five minutes, so why don't more hospitals perform them?  I mean if they love doing surgeries, they should welcome a woman who is trying to do a VBAC since there is a chance they are gonna need one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me get to the story.  I was due September 20th.  Well that day came and went and I never went in to labor with Luke.  I had a doctor's appointment 10 days later and she sent me to get fetal monitoring at the hospital.  Well during the ultra-sound they found that my placenta was mature and that Luke was running out of fluid.  Luke was head down, but he was still floating.  He wasn't ready to make his appearance.  I was also only a centimeter dilated.  Most women do not even go to the hospital until they are 4-5 centimeters dilated.  I knew I was going in to this situation with a lot going against me already, but to my surprise the hospital was really supportive of my VBAC.  I went in to labor naturally while I was waiting to be admitted.  My contractions were about five minutes a part.  They let me walk around, squat, go potty, dance with my hubby.  They checked on me a lot because I kept taking my fetal monitor off, but I thought it was going super well, but then my contractions stopped.  No surprise.  I had been having false labor for about a month before.  I thought this could be fake again.  Low and behold they put me on petossin instead of making me have a ceserean.  My doctor told me that they would not induce labor because of the risk of uterine rupture, but my doula  told me that if petossin is used right it does not make the contractions any stronger than they would have been naturally.  My contractions started getting closer together and a little more painful.  I still did not have to do my patterned breathing, so I knew this was still pretty early.  Then that cursed fetal monitor went off.  All of the sudden the doctor, intern (he looked like J.D. from Scrubs), and two nurses came in looking panicky.  They said the babies heartbeat was dropping with each contraction and the needed to turn down the petossin.  I was bummed.  Everything was going so great for an all hospital birth, but part of me knew this wasn't going to happen.  Luke was still showing a lowered heart rate after they turned down the petossin and the doctor said I needed to have a Cesarean section.  I cried a little, but tried not to show my disappointment.  I joked about being in the hospital longer and I get more disability insurance.  The thing was I wasn't scared of the Cesarean.  I had done it before.  I knew what to expect.  I really wanted to experience something I had never experienced before.  Now I can never do that.  Two Cesarean sections means no more VBAC's.  Midwifes are not legally allowed to take on a previous Cesarean because of the small chance of uterine rupture and I am a little scared of that too.  If we decide to have more children it will be a scheduled Cesarean section.  I will know the date and even the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to give me a shot to stop my contractions.  They were increasing in strength on their own, even without petossin and I just wanted to get this over with.  I had been in labor for twelve hours and I was only 3 centimeters dilated.  I remember them taking forever to get to me.  I found out later some lady kept pulling out her epidural, so they were waiting on the anesthesiologist.  I was ready to meet my little guy.  We had waited for so long to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally wheeled me in to the operation room.  They didn't let Philip come in again, even though we both heard them say that he could on the tour.  They said he had to wait until I was prepped for surgery.  Phil asked, "Are you okay with this?" and I said a little teary eyed, "I got a spinal without you before, I will do it again."  Honestly, I wanted Phil to tell me how huge the needle was that they were putting in my back.  The hospital I delivered at is a teaching hospital, so they narrate everything to each other, so I knew exactly what they were doing every step of the way.  I sat sideways on the operating table and the anesthesiologist prepped me for the spinal.  I had to hold my shoulders and back in a weird angle.  I held my nurses arms.  She narrated everything she was doing.  She said, "Injecting, injecting, swishing swishing."  I felt a tingly sensation come over me and it felt good, but artificial.  They helped me lay down because it works that fast.  I never take pain medication, even for headaches, so I get numb fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they laid me back I started seeing stars and I felt like I was gonna pass out.  I told them I was gonna pass out and they injected my IV with something and elevated my head.  I felt fine after that.  I did not want to be passed out for my son's birth.  Philip came in and held my hand.  They were loosely strapped down.  Last time they taped my boobs.  They didn't do that this time.  Phil narrated everything to me.  He did good not making to many grossed out faces.  It looks like a horribly violent horror movie.  I told Phil that I felt some pressure and he looked at me and said, "Oh baby, if you could see what they are doing to you."  Within seconds after the pressure Luke was born.  The doctor said, "He is hungry, he is sucking my finger."  Phil stood up and said, "He is here.  He has a lot of dark hair."  We cried and hugged.  They held him up for us to see over the curtain.  He was adorable.  He looked smaller than Audrey and he was very bloody, but the last hospital did not hold Audrey up for me to see, so I was happy I got to see him before they whisked him off to the transitional nursery.  They didn't let Philip go to the nursery, but they said they would call him in a couple of minutes.  Phil and I talked while they stitched me up.  It felt good to have someone to talk to.  We kept getting updates about Luke, so I wasn't too worried about his health.  He was 8lbs, 3 ounces.  Over a pound smaller than Audrey, but still bigger than most.  I remember thinking, I could have delivered him naturally.  My mother delivered my sister naturally at 10 pounds, 2 ounces, so I knew I could have done it.  He was 19 inches long and he scored an 8/9 apgar.  They called for Phil and I told him to take care of our son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they finished stitching me up I thought about my baby boy.  A mother who gives birth naturally actually releases a hormone that is kinda like a love drug.  You only release this hormone if you give birth naturally.  Women who give birth medicated or surgically do not release this hormone.  It didn't matter though.  I felt connected to him.  He was my son.  I had a son.  I couldn't imagine feeling more love in my heart, yet I only saw him for a couple of seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you not believe there is a God?  After going through pregnancy twice and giving birth twice it is amazing to see that this little person was created from the love of a father and a mother.  I guess it comes down to this.  I was extremely disappointed in both my birthing experiences because of the over intervention of the hospital, but it did not take away my sense of pride about being a mother.  Nothing can break that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I thought about this as they finished putting me back together.  I had my bonding with my son, by myself (in a room full of medical people).  They wheeled me to recovery and I got to see Phil hold his son.  It looked like he had his own bonding experience as well.  After Luke was born the hospital overly intervened again causing Luke to have a Nuemo Thorax which is like a collapsed lung. I am glad I got those two little moments with my son because he was admitted to the NICU shortly after he was born.  I didn't get to see him again for 4 hours.  I didn't get to hold him for 18 hours and I didn't get to breastfeed him for almost 2 days.  Phil and I had to yet again, fight more battles against a hospital, but isn't that a big part of being a mother and father.  You know what is best for your child, even though others try to tell you what is best, deep down, you know.  Luke spent 4 days in the NICU and I refused to leave the hospital without him.  I am going to save that story for another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish your birthing experience, no matter how it happens.  In the end you will have a little bundle of amazingness.  I do recommend, if you are healthy, and have had no pregnancy complications, to labor at home as long as possible or give birth in a birthing center, you can always be transferred to a hospital later.  That is the only regret I have about my birth story.  I am still a proud mother, but if I can help even one future mother with my stories, all this hospital stuff will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725793318063978796-2378558396080869100?l=todaysbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2378558396080869100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-story-luke-edition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/2378558396080869100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/2378558396080869100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-story-luke-edition.html' title='A Baby Story- Luke Edition'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TOCFe_JovJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WPZ2Fg9__1E/s72-c/IMG_0086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796.post-8743128656262600907</id><published>2010-10-18T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:44:02.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Co-Sleeping Times Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TL0iKCPh8DI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hqF0_qd-NmQ/s1600/IMG_8283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TL0iKCPh8DI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hqF0_qd-NmQ/s200/IMG_8283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529613473276882994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have written my thoughts on co-sleeping in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/closet-co-sleeper.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, but a friend of mine who also co-sleeps is having a baby soon, so she is in the same boat as me.  I wanted to give my thoughts and ideas on co-sleeping when you have two  children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So let me explain what situation I am in right at this moment.  My 2 week old son is nursing right now.  My toddler is on the other side cuddling with me and watching a movie on my television and we are in my bed.  I am able to comfort both my babies and write a blog.  I love it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey  co-slept with my husband and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I until we bought our house.  She was 21 months old.  We did her room up all nice and pink.  We got a way cool castle themed princess bed.  Audrey and I always sing songs before we go to sleep, so I would cuddle her in her bed and sing until she fell asleep and then I would sneak out.  The first couple of nights she would only make it until 4 in the morning and then she would climb in to bed with us.  We would not make a big deal out of it and would let her climb in with us.  We didn't give up though.  We kept putting her to sleep in her bed to start.  After about three weeks she was sleeping in her bed all through the night.  We got her a night light and showed her how to come to our bed if she needed to.  I think by not making a big deal out of where she slept she learned to sleep in her own bed.  Sometimes she also likes to fall asleep on her Elmo couch in the living room and that is fine too!  She has learned to sleep on her own.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luke came two and half weeks ago and he is already sleeping through the night thanks to my co-sleeper.  I love the co-sleeper.  Audrey wouldn't sleep in it.  Luke sleeps in it when Audrey wants to cuddle.  I do not want Audrey to roll over on him or anything, but I don't want her to resent the baby either and make her think she is not allowed in our bed anymore.  So I do not make a big deal out of it.  We just put Luke in the co-sleeper when Audrey wants to cuddle with us.  So far Audrey has only wanted to sleep with us twice in two and half weeks and we just made sure Luke was in his bed.  The co-sleeper attaches to your bed, so your baby is right there.  If you have a higher bed you can buy the leg extensions that raise the bed higher.  The baby senses you right there.  You can even have your arm on them when you are sleeping.  I know it helps me sleep better.  I would be getting up 10 times a night to breastfeed and check on their breathing if I didn't have it.  Honestly I think that is why Luke is already sleeping through the night.  It is wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love co-sleeping with my children, but I think it is important that Luke gets his special time with Mommy and Daddy just like Audrey had.  I think she is doing a great job being independent because she co-slept with us.  She knows Mommy and Daddy are always here for her.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to post my second birth story.  Lots to tell.  Lots to blog about.  Talk to ya soon.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725793318063978796-8743128656262600907?l=todaysbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8743128656262600907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/cosleeping-times-two.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/8743128656262600907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/8743128656262600907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/cosleeping-times-two.html' title='Co-Sleeping Times Two'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TL0iKCPh8DI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hqF0_qd-NmQ/s72-c/IMG_8283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796.post-6917330369007904020</id><published>2010-09-28T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T07:09:20.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Times Call For Desparate Measures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, my chubby cheeked, smiling little baby boy (3-D ultrasound) was due on September 20th, 2010.  That was an adjusted due date from September 4th, 2010.  Well it is now September 28th, 2010 and my little boy still has not arrived, so I got desperate.  I don't really believe there is a way to start labor (I am a bit of a skeptic), but I do not want to be pregnant another day.  Plus, I am going to the doctor tomorrow and they are hesitate to induce a VBAC because of the risk of uterine rupture and I do not want a scheduled c-section.  NO WAY!!! Today I woke up after a night of intense false labor and decided to look up all the ways you could naturally induce labor.  I am doing them all until he decides to come.  So here is what we have done so far.  Some of them are a little PG-13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.  Sex - (no further comments)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.  The BIG O times 5 - This is because I read on the internet a woman's O can dilate a woman up to 2 centimeters.  I figure, do this five times in one day and I am dilated to 10 with no labor.  Wishful thinking I know, but I am desperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Nipple stimulation - Obviously this goes with the previous 2, but I also used my new breastpump from my Mooma (Mom).  The Medela freestyle (completely hands free).  I even got some milk in the fridge for my little guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.  Swinging in a swing -  More painful then you may think for a 41 week pregnant lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5.  Walking - I walked laps around the park I swung at.  Audrey had so much fun on the swings and slides while I walked some laps.  I also walked at Big Lots in the air conditioning for awhile.  I had a lot of contractions walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Galloping - I needed a more supportive bra.  This was pretty uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Slamming a Coke - I haven't had a real coke in like 9 months, so this was particularly fun for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Spicy food - Ate some hot salsa, green chili, and some spicy Mexican rice and an enchilada.  Yum.  That may not taste so good coming out though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9.  Ice cream - The goal is relaxation with this one.  You won't start labor until you are relaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10.  Eating at a restaurant - Also the goal is relaxation with this one.  &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/place?hl=en&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;q=granlund%27s+yucaipa&amp;amp;fb=1&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;hq=granlund%27s&amp;amp;hnear=Yucaipa,+CA&amp;amp;cid=2294907333255690107"&gt;Grandlunds in Yucaipa&lt;/a&gt; was truly amazing.  Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11.  Driving down a bumpy road - This definitely brought on some contractions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12.  Massage - Again this is for relaxation.  A lot of day spas offer pregnancy massages.  WOW!  This was incredibly amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;13.  Change in altitude - My husband is such a good father.  He has been attending a &lt;a href="http://www.themomproject.org/index.php?option=com_contact&amp;amp;Itemid=81"&gt;nurturing father's class in Big Bear&lt;/a&gt; for the last 4 weeks.  I heard a lot of women try to sneak in a last minute trip to Big Bear Mountain before they go in to labor and then end up coming down the mountain in labor.  So, I hitched a ride to Big Bear to see if I could jump start my labor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;14.  Pineapple - Weird, but worth a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. Squatting - You can actually feel the baby settle in to place with this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;16.  Running up the stairs - I did this a couple times, plus I work in a classroom upstairs, this is intense and exhausting, but has to be doing something, if not just getting me heartbeat going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;17.  Talk to your baby - I told him that it was time to come out and meet everyone.  So many people already love him and we are so excited to be his parents.  He kicked and pushed his foot out so I could feel it through my skin.  It is a pretty big foot for a newborn.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is now early the next morning.  No baby yet.  I can not believe I am 9 days past my due date.  Audrey was only 8 days late and I went in to labor at 7 days late, so at least I knew the end was near.  According to my mother in-law, my husband was actually 4 weeks late (they even did a test outside the womb to determine this).  Doctors do not let babies go that late anymore because the placenta gets old.  My mom said that both my sister and I were two weeks late.  I guess we are just a late family.  Well, I am gonna try more stuff today.  Wish me luck in meeting my little man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725793318063978796-6917330369007904020?l=todaysbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6917330369007904020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/desperate-times-call-for-desparate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/6917330369007904020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/6917330369007904020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/desperate-times-call-for-desparate.html' title='Desperate Times Call For Desparate Measures'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796.post-1026802087237035573</id><published>2010-09-15T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T19:39:47.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Baby Story - Audrey Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TJGBfuz87_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/qblnLO95_mQ/s1600/IMG_7680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; 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margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TJGAN3p8-_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/x5b70pR95-A/s200/IMG_7611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517331994272136178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TJGAM9UF4eI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YmlgB8Nmv6A/s1600/IMG_7574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TJGAM9UF4eI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YmlgB8Nmv6A/s200/IMG_7574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517331978611188194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TJGAL6LnHAI/AAAAAAAAAII/5ICoXai5onc/s1600/IMG_7554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TJGAL6LnHAI/AAAAAAAAAII/5ICoXai5onc/s200/IMG_7554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517331960590441474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TJGALc8KENI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JKKHpMyK7Ls/s1600/IMG_7558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TJGALc8KENI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JKKHpMyK7Ls/s200/IMG_7558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517331952740995282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since I am about to give birth anytime, I am contemplating my first   birth experience a lot.  I wish I had this amazing birth story to tell,   but I was very disappointed with my birth experience with Audrey.   Thank  goodness I got an amazing bundle of pure cuteness out of it or I  would  have been pretty depressed.  I think one can learn from our  experience  though.  We had everything planned, but it still did not  turn out the  way it should have.  I don't think it ever turns out the  way you want it  too, but my experience was just one fiasco after  another.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started feeling contractions late Sunday, October  26th, 2008.  They  were real irregular, but like nothing I had ever felt  before.  I knew  this was the start of something real.  I didn't sleep  well that night  and I tried to let my hubbo sleep since I knew he would  be up for a long  time.  My contractions were irregular enough that I  was able to sleep a  little until the morning.  Since I was a week past  my due date, I had  to get fetal monitoring every 3 days at the doctor's  office.  Phil and I  went in for the appointment in the morning and I  was having  contractions on the fetal monitor.  The nurse told us to  keep timing  them and go to the hospital when they were closer together.   We went to  Souplantation for lunch and I was still feeling irregular  contractions.   It was so frustrating because I felt like my body was  not following the  rules.  The contractions were painful, but not timing  correctly.  I  didn't know if it was real or not.  My husband followed  me around with  the timer to see if they were getting closer together,  but they weren't  following a pattern.  We went home and walked around  outside.  I would  have to stop and sway because the pain was getting  worse.  I gad a  birthing ball at home and I would sit on it for relief.   The  contractions started getting closer together and a little more  intense.   We played a game, Settlers of Catan (I still won).  I kept  having to stop between  turns and moan in pain and breathe through my  contractions.  We watched  some episodes of Friends.  I took a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  was getting freaked out, so  I called my doula (which also happens to be  my mother in-law) and cried  and said I wanted her to come.  She came  as soon as she could and  reminded me how to do my breathing exercises.   The plan was to stay  home until I was so dilated that I couldn't take  any pain medication,  but the pain was excruciating and I kept doubting  myself and my body.   My doula tried to check how dilated I was, but  that was unsuccessful.   She said we should probably head to the  hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that drive  was excruciating.  I was having  contractions every five minutes and  they were very intense.  Luckily it  was 2:30 in the morning, so there  was no traffic.   &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We arrived at Saint Mary's Medical Center in Long  Beach, CA.  Ugh.  Why  did I ever give birth there?  We didn't know how  horrible it would be  at this hospital.  We went through the emergency  room and they wheeled  me to labor and delivery.  They told me I had to  check in at triage and  wait for a delivery room to open up.  Then they  told me that my  husband could not wait with me in triage.  He had to  wait in the  waiting room.  When we took the hospital tour they told us  we would be  in triage like 15  minutes tops, so we didn't think it would  be a big  deal.  Boy, were we wrong.  They made me labor on my back for 4  hours  in active labor.  I was dilated to 4, so it was real labor, and I  was  feeling it pretty hard core.  The nurse decided to put my IV in  during a  contraction.  That wasn't fun.  She had to stick me a couple of  times  before it worked.  There were two other woman in triage.  They  were  quiet and probably trying to rest.  I know one of them wasn't in  labor  because I overheard.  I don't think they got much rest because my   contractions were three minutes a part and I was moaning and groaning.  I   was sick of laying on my back, so I decided to tell them I had to use   the restroom.  Oh, that was sweet relief.  I stayed in there swaying,   squatting, and rocking until someone else knocked on the door.  It felt   so good to stand up.  I felt like I could handle it when I was standing   up.  They made me lay back down, but I kept telling them I had to use  the  restroom.  They kept telling me they were updating my husband, but I   later found out they were not.  The nurse caught on and told me she   would get a bedpan if I had to get up again because I needed to be   hooked up to the fetal monitor.  So, needless to say my blood pressure   shot up.  I was stressed.  I couldn't believe this hospital wouldn't let   me have my coach to help me through active labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a room   opened up and they wheeled me in.  My doula and my hubby arrived and I   felt so much better.  I calmed down a lot.  I had my own space.  The   nurse insisted I stay hooked up to everything, but I had a little more   freedom and I kept getting up and going to the bathroom again.  I was   now dilated to 5/6 and I would hug Phil during each contraction to get   me through the pain.  The nurse shift changed over and I got an amazing   nurse named Geneva.  She really helped my mood too.  Unfortunatly, the   doctor's changed shifts too.  The doctor was running late and he called   in to check in on his laboring ladies and ordered magnisium to lower  my  blood pressure.  He wasn't there to ask questions about it, but he   wanted me to go on it because my blood pressure was high in triage.    This medicine goes in to your IV and is real nasty, you have to stay on   it for 24 hours after delivery.  I guess it prevents seizures.  You  have  to lay in bed and get a cathiter, which in turn slows down labor.   It  was about 8:00 in the morning on October 28th, 2008.  I had only  been at  the hospital for 5 and half hours.  I only had been in the  labor and  delivery room for an hour and was finally calming down and  this doctor  wanted me to go on this medicine without me even talking to  him.  My  doula told me that my blood pressure was not high enough to  need this  medicine, so I declined it until the doctor got there.  I had  to sign  something that said I was rejecting the doctor's advice.   Finally, the  doctor arrived at like 9:00 and came in and immediatly  started yellling  at me and my husband.  "I am the doctor, and you young  people come in  with unrealistic expectations of what you want.  I  don't know who you took  birthing classes from (my doula who was in the  room), but they should have told you to listen to your  doctor.  You  could kill yourself and your baby."  I was so out of it and  I was like,  is this guy really yelling at me during my labor.  Yes, he  was.  So I  went on the magnisium and yes it was nasty stuff.  I started  itching  all over and I had to lay in my bed.  Then they took my nurse  Geneva  away for an emergency c-section and I got this really cranky  nurse who  came in and checked me without telling me.  Then, she went to  put my  cathiter in, during a contraction and I rested my knee on her  chest and  she pushed my leg away and cursed and left the room.  Am I in  hell or  what?  Then the doctor came back in and said, "I don't think her   contractions are that strong, so I we are going to put an internal   monitor.  A lot of women don't have a very high pain tolerance, so the   internal monitor will tell us if her contractions are strong."  Can you   believe this guy.  So I think someone told Geneva to come back and take  care of me and Geneva put in the internal monitor in and the cathiter.   My contractions were peaking off the monitor and I was doing my  patterned breathing, but laboring on my back was becoming too hard.  I  had so many things hanging out of me and I couldn't move to get  comfortable.  I was itchy from the medicine.  I also had to have a  special antibiotic because I tested positive for some kind of infection I  could pass to the baby.  Then the doctor came in and looked at my  contractions and said, "Oh I guess you are having real contractions."  I  wanted to punch him in the face, but I didn't have the strength.  He  decided to break my bag of waters finally.  He said this would help me  progress.  I was a little nervous as he grabbed the hook tool to do it,  but it felt good when he released the pressure.  It was followed with  stress though.  Apparently Audrey had her first poop in my womb and they  were going to have to irrigate that.  Great, another thing to hang out  of me.  So, yes, I had the internal monitor, the cathiter, and the  irrigation system hanging out and I freaked out.  I grabbed Phil's shirt  and said the password for pain medicine.  I said, "I don't want an  epidural.  I just need a little something to ease the pain."  The doctor  said, "You should just get an epidural because you are probably going  to end up with a c-section anyway."  I ignored him.  Geneva immediately  came in with a syringe of Stadol and the second she injected it into my  IV, I felt better.  I could still feel the contractions, but I didn't  feel itchy and I didn't feel pain from the other things hanging out of  me and I could focus on getting through the contractions which is what I  wanted.  So it was about noon on October 28th and I guess Dr. Evil  needed to go on lunch break or something because he came in and said,  "We need to do a ceserean."  You are not progressing very fast and your  blood pressure is still high (obviously this hospital made it high), and  we need to get the baby out.  My doula was thinking about just walking  us out.  She couldn't believe this hospital was being so ridiculous, but  we have and HMO.  HMO's are awesome in some ways.  I did not pay a  single penny for pre-natal care, not even a co-pay.  The hospital was  free.  If we walked out and delivered the baby in the car the insurance  may not pay for the time we did spend in the hospital because we went  against medical advice.  I looked at my husband and said, "I just want  it to be over."  I was 8cm dialted.  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was prepped for surgery and they rolled me to the operating room  and I was in transition.  The Stadol had warn off and I was shaking.  It  was horrible.  They told my husband he had to wait in the other room  while I got the spinal.  I cried to Geneva and told her she needed to  stay with me the whole time.  She reassured me she would.  The  contractions were on top of eachother and I didn't know how I was going  to stay still for the huge needle they were about to put in my spine.  I  took a deep breathe and wrapped my arms around Geneva and closed my  eyes tight and felt nothing from the neck down immediately.  Sweet  relief.  They helped me lay on my back and started taping my arms down  and putting everything in to place and I felt like I was going to throw  up.  They gave me a bowl.  This hospital was really good at c-sections.   They were a well-oiled machine.  I felt like they knew what they were  doing.  I just tried to think of my sweet baby girl.  Finally, they let  my husband back in with his cute little scrubs.  I told him to tell me  everything.  He said, "They already cut you open."  I was like, "What?"   I was really numb.  I thought I would feel pressure or something.  My  husband does not like medical stuff.  He gets woozy at the sight of  blood, but he watched for me.  He told me when her head popped up.   "Hello world."  She had a lot of dark hair.  They pulled her out and I  heard her cry right away.  Good set of lungs.  She was here.  Of course  they didn't show me her or anything, they whisked her over to clean her  and cut the umbilical cord (husband did cut it, even though he said he  wasn't).  Phil was snapping pictures like crazy and I just cried happy  tears.  There was my girl.  I was a Mommy, finally.  They bundled her  all up and brought her over to me.  My arms were strapped down and I  couldn't touch her, but the nurse let me give her a kiss and then they  whisked her out of the room again.  "Stay with her, don't let her out of  your sight.  I will see you in a little bit,"  I told my husband.  He  kissed me and followed the nurse. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is where the story should end, right?  I am a Mom and everything  is okay.  No, it just gets worse.  They stitched me up and wheeled me  to recovery where I thought my husband and baby would be.  No!  They  told me to rest and I could see my baby when I was stable.  "I was too  excited to rest."  I wanted to hold my baby.  So four hours pass and I  keep asking, "When can I see my baby."  Finally I get to see my husband.   He looks tired and worn out.  Apparently, they took Audrey to the  nursery and weighed her (9lbs, 4oz) and measured her (22 inches) and  stuck her in a warmer.  Phil wanted to hold her, but this crazy nurse  told him, "At this hospital Dad's aren't important, the baby isn't even  important, only the Mom's.  You are just going to have to wait.  She is  not allowed to see the baby for 24 hours and you are not allowed to  touch her until her Mom has held her."  Well my husband is pretty pushy,  so he wouldn't take that for an answer.  My doula started knocking on  doors of adminstration until she talked to someone with power.  They let  Philip in the nursery and he couldn't hold Audrey, he could only touch  her through the warmer while the nurse berated him and yelled at him for  who knows what.  We got it all on video.  She pushed him and stuck her  finger in his face.  Ugh.  I was still in recovery waiting for someone  to tell me something.  Then my mom and my mother in-law came in and told  me that the hospital said I couldn't breastfeed because of the medicine  I was on.  My mother in-law is also a lactation specialist, so she  talked to some higher ups at the hospital and they said they would bring  the baby in to see me.  I couldn't believe the mess wasn't over.  I  just wanted to go home.  I felt fine.  The only thing stressing me was  this hospital.  Audrey scored an 8/9 apgar and they stuck her in a  warmer.  I was so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my stress melted away when they wheeled in  my baby girl.  I got to hold her and kiss her big cheeks and I breastfed  her for the first time.  I really didn't care what they said.  They  tried to tell me that my husband couldn't stay the night because I had  to stay in recovery for 24 hours and I said, "You need to find away for  him to stay."  He was not leaving me in this place.  They found a labor  and delivery room we could stay the night in.  That first night was  magical.  I remember Phil and I took turns holding her and soothing her.   She was quite high strung.  When we got her home she was not a fussy  baby, but I think she sensed the stress in this hospital.  She was a pro  at breastfeeding from the start.  No latch problems or anything.  I  stayed up half the night watching her sleep.  At one point she stopped  eating and crying and looked up at me with her big eyes and studied me.   I told her, "I am your Mommy."  She stared at me for awhile.  I  couldn't believe I was finally a Mommy. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So after 24 hours they  finally took me off magnesium and wheeled me to a VIP post-pardon room.   I think they thought we were going to sue them.  As they wheeled me  through labor and delivery I saw pregnant Mom's filling out paperwork  and I wanted to scream, "Get out of here while you can."  I didn't  though.  Everyone oohed and ahhed over Audrey.  She was a beauty.  There  of course were more incidences during my 3 night stay, but in the end I  think we changed things a little.  The head of labor and delivery  really seemed receptive to our comments.  One nurse that took care of me  in post pardon said that she was so proud of me for breastfeeding  through all the stress and she was trying to start a breastfeeding  program at the hospital because they really push formula. I hoped we made  a difference in some little way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess the lesson to be learned is that you really need to do your  research when making a hospital and birthing plan.  It is hard to  explain because we went on the tour and asked all the right questions.  I  made a birth plan and showed it to my doctor before hand and took his  notes and changed things.  My advice is to stay out of the hospital as  long as you possibly can.  It is scary because you don't want to deliver  your baby by yourself, but if you want a natural labor, that is my  advice.  It also important to look for certain warning signs during the  tour.  The lady that gave the tour was not very knowledgeable and she  just said "Yes" to everything instead of really checking for us.  I also  went should of known from how I was treated when I had to go in for  fetal monitoring.  It wasn't exactly a friendly place.  I just was not  aware how much a hospital can make or break your birth experience.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trust your body.  You will know when it is time to go to the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope to be posting an amazing story about our birth experience very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725793318063978796-1026802087237035573?l=todaysbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1026802087237035573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-story-audrey-edition.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/1026802087237035573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/1026802087237035573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-story-audrey-edition.html' title='A Baby Story - Audrey Edition'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TJGBfuz87_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/qblnLO95_mQ/s72-c/IMG_7680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796.post-3693657180025020571</id><published>2010-09-08T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T09:35:16.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toddler television'/><title type='text'>Pregnant with a Toddler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TIkLwYMDL7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/pUzdeJ_SDvw/s1600/2010-homeless-pictures_421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TIkLwYMDL7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/pUzdeJ_SDvw/s200/2010-homeless-pictures_421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514952144446500786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In a weird way it is almost easier to have a job than to stay home with a toddler when you are pregnant.  I worked most of my pregnancy and my daughter stays home with my husband.  This summer I have been able to stay home with her and my husband, and yes, she is more exhausting than a full-time job.  Daddy is my superhero.  He always lets me rest when I come home from work, even though it is exhausting to parent a toddler (pregnant or not).  I have some tips to getting that needed rest with your needy toddler while you are pregnant.  Oh, and an just for clarification I am pregnant with a baby in my womb and I live with a toddler.  Daddy made me clarify.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is crazy because in a week or two I am not going to be pregnant with a toddler anymore.  I am going to be the mother of a newborn and a toddler.  Honestly, I am a little nervous about becoming a parent of two children, but I guess we will see if I have any advice to give in a month or two.  Now for the tips while you are pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Take a bath with your toddler.  Audrey and I will take baths together.  She rubs the shaving cream on my legs.  We play with her toys and I get to soak my soar muscles in the tub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.  Have Daddy babysit and go get a spa pedicure.  I got a lot more massages the first time around.  Mostly because Daddy now gives Mommy a lot of breaks because he is parenting a toddler now as well.  So, I had Daddy babysit and I went to the nail salon and got the super ultra spa pedicure for $40.00.  I told them I was pregnant and I think they gave me extra special treatment.  I went to the Nail Spa in Cerritos, CA.  You sit in a massage chair and then they massage your legs and feet like three times.  It is heavenly for those tender feet and ankles. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Take a nap while the toddler is napping.  How much are you really going to get done while your baby is sleeping?  It is worth a couple missed chores to keep your strength up.  I always try to nap when she naps.  Yeah, the house is a bit messier, but I am a lot less cranky.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Let them watch some educational DVD's.  I know you are not suppose to let them watch DVD's and television until they are over 2, but those psychologists and researchers have obviously never been pregnant with a toddler before.  Sometimes I just need to relax and kick my feet up and Audrey really likes her shows.  Of course you need to limit the time (maybe one a day), but I show them to her guilt free.  Audrey loves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yourbabycanread.com/"&gt;My Baby Can Read&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://pbskids.org/sesame/elmo.html"&gt;Elmo's World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.wordworld.com/"&gt;Word World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://pbskids.org/sid/"&gt;Sid the Science Kid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://www.babysigns.com/"&gt;Baby Signs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got for now, but I may have more tips for you later.  I kinda have prego brain at 38 weeks pregnant. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725793318063978796-3693657180025020571?l=todaysbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3693657180025020571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/pregnant-with-toddler.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/3693657180025020571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/3693657180025020571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/pregnant-with-toddler.html' title='Pregnant with a Toddler'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TIkLwYMDL7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/pUzdeJ_SDvw/s72-c/2010-homeless-pictures_421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796.post-3647204426415098639</id><published>2010-08-27T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T07:22:36.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding rights'/><title type='text'>Going Against the Norm:  Breastfeeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/THfwKWG9J_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/N0-H33YD_Ok/s1600/Laughlin+with+Audrey,+Phil,+Janelle+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/THfwKWG9J_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/N0-H33YD_Ok/s200/Laughlin+with+Audrey,+Phil,+Janelle+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510136729635203058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Breastfeeding in Laughlin, NV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/THfwJ_oVlQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hmPNHlw7HCE/s1600/IMG_1728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/THfwJ_oVlQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hmPNHlw7HCE/s200/IMG_1728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510136723601200386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Breastfeeding at the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/THfwJIDHxyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/G2DalsQq6Lg/s1600/IMG_1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/THfwJIDHxyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/G2DalsQq6Lg/s200/IMG_1706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510136708681156386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Breastfeeding on the Amtrak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/THfrKrGDtUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ejiUsxCSON4/s1600/IMG_9559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/THfrKrGDtUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ejiUsxCSON4/s200/IMG_9559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510131237710443842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Breastfeeding with a breastfeeding friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/THfrJo7GguI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oQmg-aTL2zo/s1600/IMG_9085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/THfrJo7GguI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oQmg-aTL2zo/s200/IMG_9085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510131219947750114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Breastfeeding in line at Disneyland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/THfrJL5GfrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_VaPw2SPd1A/s1600/IMG_7852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/THfrJL5GfrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_VaPw2SPd1A/s200/IMG_7852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510131212154732210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Breastfeeding at the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do these pictures make you uncomfortable?  I am not exposed, but I am breastfeeding in public.  It is very easy to breastfeed in public without exposing yourself, even without a blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A fellow breastfeeding friend brought a recent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.nbclosangeles.com/news/local-beat/Mother-Harassed-for-Breastfeeding-in-Public-101427799.html"&gt;news story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to my attention about a Mom that was asked to leave a Cost Plus World Market in Orange County because she was breastfeeding her child in public.  I knew I didn't like that stupid store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was pregnant with my first daughter I was pretty scared about breastfeeding, but I made up my mind that no matter what I was going to deal with the pain and discomfort of breastfeeding to feed my child.  If I made the mature decision to have a baby, then I better be ready to deal with the discomfort of breastfeeding my child.  I committed before I had my baby that I was going to exclusively breastfeed for at least 6 months.  If only the pain and discomfort was my only obstacle in breastfeeding my daughter.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It all started at the hospital.  I literally had a nurse tell me, "You had a c-section, so your milk won't come in for awhile and you need to bottle-feed."  My mother-in law (a nurse and lactation specialist) put them in their place, but I couldn't believe the power of the formula companies in hospitals.  You know what I am talking about.  The doctor's office gives you free diaper bags and formula samples.  The hospital gave me free bottles filled with formula, a free diaper bag, and car seat filled with coupons and advertisements for formula.  When I was breastfeeding at the hospital with my daughter the lactation nurse didn't come to help me for two days.  That is plenty of time for a new mom to give up. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a breastfeeding medical journal and I read an abstract about how formula companies provide the growth charts for pediatrician's offices.  The journal stated that formula fed babies gain weight faster then breastfed babies at first, then it tapers off.  They also have bigger heads then breastfed babies.  The breastfed baby catches up after 2-4 months.  So doctors tell their Mom's you aren't producing enough milk and then make them supplement formula when it is all a BIG HUGE SCAM! Sound like big tobacco to you?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mother in law also told me that breastfeeding organizations tried to put out public service announcements about the dangers of formula feeding.  The formula companies wouldn't let them ever be aired on television.  That is how much power formula companies have. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more conspiracy theory!  Why does WIC give money to Mom's for formula, but not to Mom's that have chosen to breastfeed.  I don't want our tax dollars supporting formula companies.  I don't want a single penny to go to them. If a Mom is unable to breastfeed (which is very rare), or if a Mom adopts a baby, they need to give money to breast milk banks to feed their babies.  Keep your free diaper bag formula companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not even breastfeeding anymore, but I will be again very shortly.  I breastfeed in public.  I am not the hippy mom that pulls her boob out for the whole world to see, but it is impossible to not breastfeed in public and it is my right to do so.  There are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.cdph.ca.gov/HealthInfo/healthyliving/childfamily/Pages/CaliforniaLawsRelatedtoBreastfeeding.aspx#workingandbreastfeeding"&gt;California Civil Codes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in relation to breastfeeding, so check them out.  California Civil Code 43.3 protects a mother's right to feed her child in public.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am outraged by the weirdness with breastfeeding in America.  I don't care if you choose to formula-feed your baby, that is your prerogative, but don't mess with mother's who make the braver, the harder, the less comfortable choice to breastfeed their children.  I am not going to lie to you, breastfeeding is a lot of hard work.  In the end I wouldn't trade the 17 months I breastfed my daughter for anything.  See my other blogs about breastfeeding for those thoughts.  Power to you breastfeeding Mama's.  Don't give up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725793318063978796-3647204426415098639?l=todaysbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3647204426415098639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/08/going-against-norm-breastfeeding.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/3647204426415098639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/3647204426415098639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/08/going-against-norm-breastfeeding.html' title='Going Against the Norm:  Breastfeeding'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/THfwKWG9J_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/N0-H33YD_Ok/s72-c/Laughlin+with+Audrey,+Phil,+Janelle+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796.post-4966543888221756806</id><published>2010-08-18T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T09:36:50.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling with a toddler'/><title type='text'>Homeless with a Toddler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TG5qVBPbCMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8NGNHP0Kf-w/s1600/IMG_4648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TG5qVBPbCMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8NGNHP0Kf-w/s200/IMG_4648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507456303663614146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the last 6 and half months my husband, toddler daughter, and I lived  in hotels waiting for our house to close escrow.  We gave notice at our  tiny two bedroom apartment too early and then we fell out of escrow.   Oh, and did I mention I found out I was pregnant the week we had to move  all our stuff in to a storage unit? (three storage units actually).  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A lot of people thought we were crazy, but in the end it paid off  because we got our house!!!  It is amazing.  It even has a fruit  orchard.  It is amazing how God works things out.  Believe me, I thought  it wasn't gonna work out more than once.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Audrey was 14 months old when we moved into various hotel rooms.  She  is now 21 months old when we finally moved into our house.  We made it in  time to get ready for Luke (our son, due in September).  Needless to say,  my husband and I are experts at traveling with a toddler.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It is really cool that hotel rooms are pretty child proof.  Bring in a  bag of toys and you have yourself a portable bedroom.  Blackout curtains  work great for tired, cranky, toddlers.  In fact, now that we are in a  house without blackout curtains, Audrey wakes up at the crack of dawn.   It is really cool that someone cleans up after your toddler's mess.   Poopy diapers, crumbs on the floor, messy towels on the floor are all  cleaned up after a visit to the grocery store.  My husband had a whole  nap time system for when the maid came to clean.  He would take Audrey  in the car for her daily nap while the maid cleaned the room.  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Looking back on this experience after it's all said and done I realize  that it was worth all the moving around because I am sitting here in my  huge living room in my huge house.  If we were not patient or willing to be flexible we would not  have been able to be here.  I think my daughter is very flexible with  different situations because of this out-of-the-ordinary experience.   She knows how to have a different schedule without having a meltdown.   We can travel anywhere and she is fine with it.  I love seeing her in  her new pink princess bedroom because it reminds me of how as a family  we worked together and made this house happen together.  We were all  patient and it paid off. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the end, my point is that every child needs a little bump in their schedule.  I think Audrey will now always be ready for new experiences and traveling to new places.  I am glad we don't have to do this anymore, but looking back it was a great experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725793318063978796-4966543888221756806?l=todaysbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4966543888221756806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/08/homeless-with-toddler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/4966543888221756806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/4966543888221756806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/08/homeless-with-toddler.html' title='Homeless with a Toddler'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/TG5qVBPbCMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8NGNHP0Kf-w/s72-c/IMG_4648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796.post-8981301111724273166</id><published>2010-08-16T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T09:36:12.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting styles'/><title type='text'>Hippie Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A friend of mine referred to my laid back parenting style as, "hippy."  I guess in some ways I am pretty laid back about parenting.  Let me give you the context.  We were eating at a restaurant on the patio.  No one else was eating on the patio, but our group.  My 21 month old daughter refuses to sit in a high chair very long anymore, so we don't even bother.  She sits in a chair now.  My husband and I let her get down and climb and run around as long as she is not bothering anyone.  I have been out with friends who spend their whole meal fighting with their kid to sit down and be quiet.  What is the point of even going out if you are going to make it miserable for your child the entire meal?  My daughter let us sit and talk for over an hour in the beautiful sunshine and she was completely happy.  So here are my tips for a successful sit down meal with a toddler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.  Go to a loud restaurant.  My daughter is a loud talker, so if the restaurant is louder then her no one will mind her lack of volume control.  Also if your toddler does decide to have a melt-down in the middle of dinner no one will be able to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.  Get one of those large corner booths if possible.  I let my daughter run around on them and it keeps her entertained for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.  Always bring back-up.  My daughter loves to look at books and she loves to color.  Make sure if it is gonna be a long dinner that you have entertainment for your child.  I also keep one of those mini-Magna Doodles in her diaper bag.  Those things are amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I look at my "hippiness" as a positive thing.  I am not a hippy about everything, but there are some things a mom should just not have to stress about.  Going out to eat every once in awhile should be fun for all (including your child).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725793318063978796-8981301111724273166?l=todaysbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8981301111724273166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/08/hippie-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/8981301111724273166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/8981301111724273166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2010/08/hippie-parents.html' title='Hippie Parents'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796.post-7255096132486845391</id><published>2009-08-23T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:16:10.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totspot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Target'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new mom'/><title type='text'>Smile and Say Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SpI87oF-fzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MmALxPXtEJI/s1600-h/IMG_1658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SpI87oF-fzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MmALxPXtEJI/s200/IMG_1658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373424300478857010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was looking back at my tattered Baby Book. It is browned and worn. It looks much older than I am.  I also have come to realize people did not use to take very many pictures. There are maybe 30 pictures total. There is no video of me, no 3-D ultra-sound. Now we are in the digital age and there is no excuse to not capture your child's memories. I printed up 700 pictures of Audrey at Costco her first 6 weeks of life. This girl is well documented. We bought a DVD camcorder 5 days before Audrey was born and have taken liberal video footage of Audrey's accomplishments. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are a few details on capturing the memories:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Invest in a digital camera and purchase a large memory card (remember to make sure your memory card fits your camera and your computer, they aren't always compatible).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a video camera that works with your lifestyle.  I know from past experience that is better for me to have something I don't have to edit or download to a computer, so we got a DVD camcorder with a memory stick. I simply take the DVD out and put in my DVD player.  Audrey likes to watch herself on the telly.  (We like Sony, the only one with true night vision)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We get professional pictures at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/target.com"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt; once a month.  We get a coupon for a free 8x10 and $3.99 sheets after that (you get the coupon in each portrait package).  The cheapest option for profresh pics.  I have them framed with a chipboard number to represent what month she is.  (I am only doing the once a month pics this first year, every 6 months after that)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep your pics organized on your computer AND BACK THEM UP.  Our hard drive crashed while I was prego and we lost ALL our digital pictures (two years worth).  It is heartbreaking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep a secure baby blog.  I use &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/totspot.com"&gt;totspot&lt;/a&gt; because it is super secure and you have to personally invite people to join.  It is much safer than facebook or myspace.  It is also cool to record her milestones and upload video clips.  Check it out.  It is way cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So there you are.  Go start making those memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725793318063978796-7255096132486845391?l=todaysbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7255096132486845391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/smile-and-say-cheese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/7255096132486845391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/7255096132486845391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/smile-and-say-cheese.html' title='Smile and Say Cheese'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SpI87oF-fzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MmALxPXtEJI/s72-c/IMG_1658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796.post-8161875777456233977</id><published>2009-08-14T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:52:34.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myths about breastfeeding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>Myth Busters- Breastfeeding Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SoZLPxjcXQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sUNLiY0iW3s/s1600-h/IMG_1728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SoZLPxjcXQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sUNLiY0iW3s/s200/IMG_1728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370062340058012930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feed her everywhere.  It's great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found as a mother who is nursing her infant, that people make a lot of excuses for why they do not breastfeed their babies.  It's weird.  I do not ask these moms to spill their private lives to me, but they still find the need to explain to me their reasons once they find out I exclusively breastfeed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I think it is because the know that deep down breastfeeding is best for their baby, but for whatever reason they did not choose to breastfeed.  I am okay with it I just don't want to be looked down upon for whipping the girls out to feed my baby.  I enjoy breastfeeding Audrey.  I will tell you, at the beginning, it hurt A LOT.  I thought about giving up, but I have already told you about my breastfeeding rant in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/pros-and-cons-of-breastfeeding.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I was doing some breastfeeding research and I came across a great website about the myths about breastfeeding.  Check it out.  Be informed, so you can make the right choice when it comes to feeding your baby.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://mothering.com/busting-breastfeeding-myths"&gt;Myth Busters About Breastfeeding.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725793318063978796-8161875777456233977?l=todaysbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8161875777456233977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/myth-busters-breastfeeding-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/8161875777456233977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/8161875777456233977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/myth-busters-breastfeeding-edition.html' title='Myth Busters- Breastfeeding Edition'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SoZLPxjcXQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sUNLiY0iW3s/s72-c/IMG_1728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796.post-7065930174784160592</id><published>2009-07-15T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:18:08.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='co-sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newborn'/><title type='text'>Closet Co-Sleeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SoXus0f_etI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dJQvBu4VMmo/s1600-h/IMG_7987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SoXus0f_etI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dJQvBu4VMmo/s200/IMG_7987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369960584483666642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before I had Audrey there was no way in the world I thought I would let my baby sleep with me in my bed.  I am not a cuddler.  I like my space.  I read up and found out that the baby should sleep near you for the first couple of weeks, so we got a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.armsreach.com/"&gt;co-sleeper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; instead of a bassinet.  It actually attaches to your bed.  I thought it was the perfect solution to the baby in bed drama.  And yes, there's a lot of debate over whether your baby should co-sleep with you.  Well I came to find out that it wasn't enough for Audrey to be in arm's reach, oh no, she had to actually sleep in my arms.  After the first couple of days of sneaking her into the co-sleeper after she fell asleep I gave up and  just brought her in bed with us.  I love sleeping with Audrey because...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get more sleep because I do not have to get out of bed to feed her (she was sleeping through the night by week 2)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can just touch her and know she is okay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can cuddle her to sleep (not easy to do in a crib)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She feels safer knowing Mommy and Daddy are right there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I talk to my friends who have to get up so early with their babies and I don't dare tell them I get 10-12 hours of sleep a night because I don't want to brag or seem preachy, but this is my blog, so if you aren't getting enough sleep with your baby try co-sleeping out.  If you need an article to show your spouse the benefit if co sleeping, have them read this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/article108320.ece"&gt;http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/article1083020.ece&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tip:  Have some extra areas in the house where you can have fun with the spouse!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725793318063978796-7065930174784160592?l=todaysbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7065930174784160592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/closet-co-sleeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/7065930174784160592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/7065930174784160592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/closet-co-sleeper.html' title='Closet Co-Sleeper'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SoXus0f_etI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dJQvBu4VMmo/s72-c/IMG_7987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796.post-8422168169623836759</id><published>2009-05-11T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:15:11.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeding baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>You think your poop don't stink...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/ShI8NSWgLiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AUFmV_rCckQ/s1600-h/diapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/ShI8NSWgLiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AUFmV_rCckQ/s200/diapers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337394707349646882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?  I forgot a very important pro in the breastfeeding blog.  You will not have to smell a stinky diaper until they start on solid foods.  It is almost sweet smelling.  It is still poop, so it is going to be messy at times, but if that isn't a major pro for breastfeeding I don't know what is.  Now that Audrey has started solids it is getting darker and stinkier, but not too bad.  She is growing up and her digestive system in maturing.  That means stinky poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also wanted to let you know that I have not spent a single penny on diapers and my baby is 6 months old.  Now that her poops happen less often because she is on solids I still have about 2 more months of diapers.  How did I do this you ask?  An awesome shower idea called a diaper raffle.  Have your friends bring you any size and any brand if diapers (if you are too picky less people will participate).  Give them a raffle ticket for a gift card or an assortment of prizes and presto you have a bunch of diapers. I still have about 2 more months of diapers, and all from the diaper raffles I had at both my showers. Thank you everyone. The diaper raffles have been an amazing money saver. I think I will have one at her first birthday party too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We did have to exchange a few sizes out because she grows so darn fast, but Costco is really good about returns and the rest we exchanged with some other friends that had a diaper raffle. If you breastfeed, have an amazing family that spoils you, and have a diaper raffle you do not need to spend that much money on having a baby. Great job!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725793318063978796-8422168169623836759?l=todaysbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8422168169623836759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-think-your-poop-dont-stink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/8422168169623836759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/8422168169623836759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-think-your-poop-dont-stink.html' title='You think your poop don&apos;t stink...'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/ShI8NSWgLiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AUFmV_rCckQ/s72-c/diapers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796.post-8090624528183876276</id><published>2009-05-08T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:09:37.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primary caregiver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><title type='text'>Daddy and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you know people are prejudiced against stay-at-home Daddies?  What is the deal with that?  I think people are just jealous that I have such a supportive husband.  I am a teacher in South Central Los Angeles.  I love teaching in the inner city.  I've heard gangster rap songs talking about the streets around the school that I work.  I feel that I am making a difference where I work.  I am making my mark and leaving a legacy.  I love my job and I am not ready to leave at this time in my life.  I asked my husband if he would mind staying at home with the baby while I continued  my career.  I get a full salary to work until 2:30 and get 3 months off a year.  It doesn't take a rocket scientist to calculate the awesomeness.  It was very important to me that my baby did not have to go to Day Care, so we made it work.  I work and then my husband works from home when I get home.  It works very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was not aware of the prejudice until my husband started getting comments when he would go out with Audrey like, "Where is her Mommy?"  My husband told me everyone would try to give their opinion on how important it was for Mommy to be with the baby.  Strangers would question his ability to take care of her.  One woman even said to him, "I would never let my husband hold my baby.  I am afraid he would drop her."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think that part of the prejudice has to do with women having a bitterness toward men.  They have been hurt, so they do not think men are capable caretakers.  I also think it has to do with ignorance.  This is not the caveman times where the man has to go out and hunt so he can provide dinner.  We should be embracing the flexibility we now have in our lives to do the things we dream and include our children in our dreams as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know this, as a little girl, I always dreamed of meeting a man who would be my cheerleader and support my decisions.  I also always wanted to have a child that knew her Daddy and was connected to him on an emotional level.  I have gotten my wish.  I have it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Audrey loves her Daddy so much.  I love watching their connection.  He is so good with her and always knows exactly what she wants.  He is such a good care-taker and I am so proud of him.  Audrey knows she is safe in his arms.  He promised her when she was born he would always protect her.  He has done more than this.  He has given both Audrey and I the life we love and the life we deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To the working moms out there:  If you are happy and you want to go back to work, you can.  We are proof of that.  Make it work.  I know if I told my husband I do not want to work anymore, he would let me stop in a heartbeat.  Who knows?  Maybe, someday I will stay at home, but wouldn't you rather have that option?  I am happy I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725793318063978796-8090624528183876276?l=todaysbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8090624528183876276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/daddy-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/8090624528183876276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/8090624528183876276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/daddy-and-me.html' title='Daddy and Me'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796.post-4469949723481459519</id><published>2009-05-02T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:03:54.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby items'/><title type='text'>Floppy, Bumbo, Boppy, Snuggly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Things you can't live without as a new mother all have funny names.  Can you have an amazing baby item without a funny name?  Here is a run down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/Sf-z6qGfXfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CvywD-cHgJU/s1600-h/snugli.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/Sf-z6qGfXfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CvywD-cHgJU/s200/snugli.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332178304145251826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A.K.A Baby Bjorn&lt;br /&gt;You can't live without this item if you are ever going to do the dishes, get the mail, or go to the grocery store.  This thing is a life saver.  I like it better than other models because it has a removable burp cloth that sits on your chest, so your baby can spit up all she wants while you are being productive.  I also like that it is made out of a softer cloth then the other models as well.  Audrey tends to sleep better when she is nice and squishy.  It is also very convenient to remove the burp cloth, put a blanket over the top, and voila, instant breastfeeding tent.  Shopping at Target has never been easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/Sf-z6SMHTAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RZz-tZiEVtQ/s1600-h/BumboSeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/Sf-z6SMHTAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RZz-tZiEVtQ/s200/BumboSeat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332178297726389250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bumbo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Bumbo is so fun.  It is like a pre-booster seat.  You can put your baby in the Bumbo and watch their eyes open up to the world of sitting upright.  We can play a board game on the table and Audrey just loves sitting there playing with us.  Your baby will love the Bumbo.  Just make sure you always keep an eye on them while they are in the Bumbo.  They can get out of it once they are independent sitters.  Make sure you throw away the box. The babies on it are kind of scary looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/Sf-z6ZfFgAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xegRBQKT4FU/s1600-h/boppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/Sf-z6ZfFgAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xegRBQKT4FU/s200/boppy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332178299685011458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boppy is basically a crescent shaped breastfeeding pillow.  This is important to use in the first couple months of your baby's life.  It is funny, I did not really use it much to breastfeed, as it was intended.  I used it more to give Audrey a reclining position to play in when she was a newborn, then when she was a little older Daddy used it for tummy time play.  Again, it's not to leave your baby alone in while you get chores done, but for some real fun bonding time with your baby.  If you use it for breastfeeding it is perfect to wrap around your side for the football hold.  I really like the soft covers they have for it too.  You can also use it to wear as a silly hat like Aunt Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/Sf-z6HRSZpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nwJBoLxAJb4/s1600-h/floppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/Sf-z6HRSZpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nwJBoLxAJb4/s200/floppy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332178294795298450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Floppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most recent favorite.  The Floppy is a padded cover you throw over a shopping cart seat or a high chair in a restaurant.  One, it is super comfy for baby.  Two, it is much more sanitary.  Think of all the germy little hands that have touched those things.  Three, instant playpen.  You can attach toys to it and they do not fall to the ground and get all dirty.  You kinda have to wait until they are independent sitters to use it, but Audrey loves it.  Hello Olive Garden.  You can get through an entire meal while your baby plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely make sure I add my other favorite baby items to the list.  It has been fun playing with all of Audrey's gadgets and inventions.  Remember silly name + baby item = AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725793318063978796-4469949723481459519?l=todaysbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4469949723481459519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/floppy-bumbo-boppy-snuggly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/4469949723481459519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/4469949723481459519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/floppy-bumbo-boppy-snuggly.html' title='Floppy, Bumbo, Boppy, Snuggly'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/Sf-z6qGfXfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CvywD-cHgJU/s72-c/snugli.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796.post-6469767845830727892</id><published>2009-05-01T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:08:42.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newborn'/><title type='text'>Pros and Cons of Breastfeeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/Sfu3mehwpgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/j57fTD1tRXE/s1600-h/35041_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/Sfu3mehwpgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/j57fTD1tRXE/s200/35041_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331056455580689922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Even Angelina breastfeeds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used to work at Disneyland and see mothers whip their breast out for all to see and I'd think to myself how inappropriate it was.  I now wish I could be so bold.  I have accidentally been so bold because my daughter does NOT like herself covered when she is eating.  My mother in-law put it to me this way:  "How would you like it if someone threw a blanket over your head and said, 'EAT?!'"  I put together a little top 10 list of the pros and cons of breastfeeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CONS (always look at the negative first)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sense of modesty is thrown out the window&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nursing pads (Could be a pro if you're small chested)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't wear a dress (think about it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pumping at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leaking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling like you have udders&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It really hurts to start if your baby sucks like a barracuda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to cover yourself when you're in public&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't be away from your baby for too long (This may be more of a pro for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to eat when your baby wants to eat at the same time (breastfeeding makes you hungry all the time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PROS (there are too many to list, but here are the top ten)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free milk, formula costs A LOT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easy to transport (no messy bottles or formula, breast milk is instantly at the perfect temperature for baby)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fun to find how many positions you can feed your baby in (9 so far)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You lose weight (I am already below my pre-prego weight without even trying)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bonding with your baby (Nothing like being the only way to soothe your  crying baby)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sense of pride (I have sustained a whole person's life for the past 6 months on just MY breast milk)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Multi-tasking (I am typing this blog while Audrey nurses)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get extra breaks at work to pump&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bigger breasts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BREAST MILK is BEST!!!!! (Don't let those stupid Enfamil charts make you believe breast milk is only slightly better.  Breast milk is a trillion times better for your baby.  Do your research outside of the Enfamil pamphlets they give you in your free diaper bag from the hospital.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a breastfeeding question? Ask me.  My mother in-law is a lactation specialist and an amazing one at that, and I am a breast milk advocate.  I became one after breastfeeding for 6 months.  Actually, I became one after I did not have to bite down on a wash cloth to keep from screaming out in pain each time she latched.  That was only the first 8 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725793318063978796-6469767845830727892?l=todaysbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6469767845830727892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/pros-and-cons-of-breastfeeding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/6469767845830727892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/6469767845830727892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/pros-and-cons-of-breastfeeding.html' title='Pros and Cons of Breastfeeding'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/Sfu3mehwpgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/j57fTD1tRXE/s72-c/35041_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6725793318063978796.post-4250500009928280879</id><published>2009-04-30T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:09:26.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newborn'/><title type='text'>New Mommy, but I am good if I do say so myself!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpoDX1q_AI/AAAAAAAAADA/zKZ2CJAeraI/s1600-h/IMG_8163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpoDX1q_AI/AAAAAAAAADA/zKZ2CJAeraI/s200/IMG_8163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330687516094430210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This time last year I was pretty nervous about becoming Audrey's Mommy.  It's not that I was scared I couldn't do it, but honestly I thought it would be harder.  The second Audrey Diana entered this world I knew I was a natural.  She is so COOL!!!  I also have to admit that my SUPER HUSBAND makes my job easy as well.  He is so supportive and involved in everything.  I don't know what I did to deserve these 2 awesome people.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have learned a lot in these past 6 months about being a Mommy and I want to share my expertise on the subject, including the baby items I could NOT live without, the baby items I did not need, breastfeeding advice, baby memory ideas, etc.  So, if you are a new mom or mom to be and you want to know some stuff from a super cool mom, read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6725793318063978796-4250500009928280879?l=todaysbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4250500009928280879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-mommy-but-i-am-good-if-i-do-say-so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/4250500009928280879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6725793318063978796/posts/default/4250500009928280879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-mommy-but-i-am-good-if-i-do-say-so.html' title='New Mommy, but I am good if I do say so myself!!!'/><author><name>IlovePJV</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06783763029332785829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpsCm8D4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KnQkKLtEkg/S220/IMG_8367.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pb8zBxshk8U/SfpoDX1q_AI/AAAAAAAAADA/zKZ2CJAeraI/s72-c/IMG_8163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
