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A Light at The End of the Tunnel? Perhaps.

A Light at The End of the Tunnel? Perhaps.

Last night, R decided to try to let me sleep through the night by waking up every time Tempe got up. It was a really sweet gesture and while I was still tired in the morning, because ignoring a baby cry isn’t something moms are good at doing, I wasn’t tired, tired. He on the other hand was exhausted so when I got up, I took Tempe and let him sleep for a solid few hours. He wasn’t happy about it but he needed it. He doesn’t deal with sleep deprivation as well as I do. I suppose that’s a mom thing as well. Super Mom

I ended up not being able to pump right at the 2 hour mark because I was taking care of Tempe but decided I still wanted to keep on schedule so I pumped when I was able to and then less than an hour after as that’s when I would have been due to pump again. Surprisingly, I got more milk then I ever have and I had 3 let downs! To say that I was excited is an understatement. I feel like there’s so progress and maybe an end in sight, but I’m still trying to keep things realistic.

Now, I’m sitting here with my hands free pumping bra waiting for 10 minutes to go by so I can start pumping again. This is what is called power pumping. You pump for 10 minutes and then stop for 10 and then resume. It’s supposed to mimic cluster feeding and help with your supply. Thus far, I’m not getting much out and I’m trying not to be discouraged. I got quite a bit out the last round so I’m hoping it just means it’s going to signal my body to produce even more milk.

Now the hard part: sticking to my guns with their pediatrician on Tuesday with my decision to exclusively pump. It’s not that she’s bully me, though at times it seems that way, but I think I’m just apprehensive because it’s my babies’ doctor telling me I should be doing this when instead I’m doing something else entirely. Still, I think this is the best choice for us and I refuse to let anyone bully me out of changing my decision.

Wish me luck.

Progress is Progress, Right?

Progress is Progress, Right?

I was feeling very discouraged with the breastfeeding and while my milk hasn’t coming in yet, I feel like there is progress. I’ve stopped producing colostrum and am not expressing some milk, not a ton but I hope is a good sign and means my supply is not far behind.

I’ve also taken additional measures that will hopefully help like changing my diet and adding supplements meant to promote my supply. My OB also gave me a prescription for Reglan that will hopefully stimulate milk production.

Breastfeeding I just have to stick to making sure Ty continues to feed on the boob so he can help establish the supply for both him and his sister. I know it’s a lot of pressure but I am also supplementing by pumping or at least trying to consistently pump every 2-3 hours, even if it means waking up in the middle of the night to do it.

It’s hard, it’s exhausting, and there are some days I want to call it quits but I am trying to hang tough and get through it. Tempe’s nipple shield comes in on Friday and I’m hoping that will help her latch. She wants to and she tries but she’s constantly moving her head and gets frustrated when I move to correct it. It’s heartbreaking for me to see.

Here’s to hoping that next week, I’ll be looking at this post and laughing to myself about how obscene I was being but in the meantime, I will take it one day at a time.

Limping Along But It’s Getting Easier

Limping Along But It's Getting Easier

Exhaustion finally took it’s toll today and I gave in and had my mother-in-law and R watch the babies this afternoon while I napped. I’ve essentially been going through the night taking care of both of them with little help or assistance for R (he’s pretty useless at night), so this morning after their newborn check up, I crashed. HARD. I can’t say I’ll feel better tomorrow but I did manage to pull myself out of the room today and spend some time with the kiddos in the living room, so that’s progress. I already know that people are going to tell me to take the help but I feel bad asking or waking people up when they’re my children and my responsibility. I thought maybe I wouldn’t be as hesitant but found that isn’t the case at all.

Breastfeeding Presently we are trying to work on breastfeeding which is difficult. I’m trying to get my supply in but with one child that fights me EVERY time I try to get her to latch it’s a bit discouraging. Tiberius on the other hand is a champ and spent about an hour and a half on the boob today. It made me feel like I was doing something right.

In the meantime, while I’m waiting for insurance to process a breast pump, we rented one from Babies R Us $75 for 30 days, which is also hospital grade to help try to establish a supply. I know doctor’s recommend against it in the beginning, but with Tempe being so stubborn and resistant to latching, I have to do something to try to help stimulate my breasts to produce and I’m hoping this will do the trick. On the recommendation of other twin moms who experienced the same issues as I am, I ordered a nipple shield in the hopes that will help Tempe latch. We will see how it goes.

Speaking of latching, I’m off to go pump for a half an hour and hope that this will help establish my supply. I, now totally understand moms feeling like failures if they’re not able to exclusively breastfeed and let me tell you… it sucks.

A Birth Story: Every End Has a Beginning

And This is Ours…

On the morning of February 10, 2016, R and I woke up, called the hospital to confirm they still had a bed for us, showered and then headed over to Labor and Deliver 1 where we checked in so I could be induced. I don’t really remember how I felt about it, other than being nervous about bringing the babies I had nourished and protected so well over the course of 9 months into the world. I was ready but I wasn’t. I wanted them out but I didn’t want to subject them to a world that can be so cruel.

Parenting Turns out I didn’t really have to worry much about that because after a 5am check in, we still had another 6 hours to wait before anything actually happened. Suffice to say it was a little frustrating, especially since R could have used that time to get some rest but from other friends and family who’ve been induced, that’s standard practice.

After a cervix check to figure out how dilated I was around 9:30-10:00 (I was 1cm dilated), the resident stated she would speak with the doctor but figured the plan would be to administer some type of medication to help further my dilation and then once I got to 3cm dilation, they’d begin Pitocin which would help with my contractions. She returned around 10:30 to state that since my cervix was already 80% effaced, the doctor did not feel the medication would help as it’s general purpose was to assist with thinning the cervix so we skipped right to start Pitocin in help open up my cervix.

Let’s just say things took a while.

Okay more than a while…

to be continued…
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D Day: The Waiting Game

I woke up around 3:20 in the morning due to contractions that were uncomfortable enough to make sleeping difficult and waited until about 3:58 to call the Labor & Delivery department to make sure they had a bed for us at 5:00am which is when we were scheduled to go in. She confirmed she did so we proceeded to get up, strip the bed of our sheets so they could be washed, jumped into the shower, and then headed of around 4:40. 

We arrived at the hospital around 5:02am and I checked in while R parked the car. Shortly after he came up to meet me, a nurse came to get us and brought us to our room where she started hooking me up to machines and running and IV.

When she was finished admitting me, she said that a resident should be around to check my cervix to gauge dilation and advised of my cervix was dilated to 3cm or more, they’d start the pitocin, and I would only be able to have clear liquids. If was less then that, then they’d give me stuff to help dilate it further and I’d be able to eat. After several minutes, she came back and advised she would be doing three cervix check, which let me tell you hurt like a mother. 

I’ve had my fair share of cervix checks and this was the most painful one. I liked her but fuck, that shit hurt!

Turns out I’m still only about 1.5-1.8 cm dilated so they will have to give me medication to help me along, but they first want to confirm Tiberius’ present position. She was able to feel Temperance’s head but they don’t want to start any medications without knowing for certain. 

So for the time being, I’m stuck in bed, waiting for R to return with decent food, because the food here sucks,  and help to G-d, we get this show on the road soon. 

My OB set the expectation that labor would take awhile but I expected that they’d of least done something by now…