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Breastfeeding Two {almost 9 months in}

We’re still going strong!

But not as strong as it once was. From what I hear & read from other working moms, a downslide in production this late in the game isn’t unheard of. Especially when you account for the fact that Lucy & especially Zach have been sick on & off {mostly on} since mid-December.

Then add in the couple weeks I was sick, getting my period back, stress over sick babies & work, & busyness at home & work that lead to me not staying as hydrated as I should be, and it’s no shock that my supply isn’t where it used to be. I tried mother’s milk tea & upping my water intake, beyond sloshing to the bathroom more frequently, I didn’t see a difference.

Lucy & Zach wake up hungry & I wake up with both sides feeling full. We typically tandem feed around 745a & they pull off & head to daycare very satisfied.

Three hours later, I pump & can get about 5 oz on each side. But the days of bringing home 30+ oz of pumped breast milk are gone. Now I’m feeling lucky if I make 18 oz total in a day.

This was what I was able to pump today afternoon at my 130p pumping session: 5 oz total. The results of my 130p pumping session. #bfcafe #breastfeedingtimestwo httpsuzstreats.combreastfeeding-two-almost-9-months-in

And I’m hoping for 4-5 oz again at 345.

Getting 4 oz a session would be good if I was trying to feed one baby, but I’m not. As a reminder, Lucy & Zach are drinking 3 5oz bottles each Mon-Fri at daycare. That’s 30 oz a day. And I think Lucy would drink more if I offered it. At this point, I’m bringing home typically half of what I need for the next day.

I continue to be so thankful that, despite the precious time it took & strange looks I got & the help it required, I pumped & froze the milk every time after I nursed Lucy & Zach for the 16 weeks I was on maternity leave. Even though for the past month or so, I’ve been pulling out up to four frozen bags a day, I’m still just beginning to make a dent in my frozen stash from July. {I’ve already used up the little frozen from May & gave most of June’s stash to a friend.}

I no longer can pump before I go to bed. There’s little to no milk in there after the babies nurse around 7. I actually have been splitting a bottle to give both close to 3 oz some nights right before they go to bed around 8-830p because they don’t seem to be full after nursing. Since Zach is usually the only one up in the middle of the night, this week I’ve even had to offer him both sides to fill him up at 3am. This bit me in the butt Wed night when Lucy woke up too. Poor girl was sucking all she could to get what I hoped was some fatty milk Zach left behind on each side.

I’m not giving up. Either nursing or pumping. But I can see the end is in sight. My first goal was 9 weeks, then 6 months. We’ve sailed happily past both of those. I’d love to make it nursing until they’re 1. But I also know it’s important to make sure they’re getting enough. So if that means giving up some nursing & bottle feeding them either the pumped milk I can make or thawed frozen stash, I’m good with that too.

I’m waiting to make any changes until their 9 month appointment in two weeks, or if I notice either or both are no longer satisfied after nursing. I’ll keep updating as we go along.

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On Being Social

Before babies, my life was a mix of plans & spontaneity.

I looked forward to my monthly bunco night, book clubs, sorority alum meetings & dinner club, & small group Bible studies all on the calendar. I threw into the mix ladies nights, coworker happy hours & random, last minute dinner dates with the husband. I had the time & open schedule for walks with friends or alone with my ipod after work & on weekends. I jumped in the car on a whim for pedicures & haircuts & highlights.

As my pregnant belly got bigger, I began to scale back on the plans. Because I was too tired & I knew I wouldn’t & couldn’t keep up that schedule for the future. And I was right.

On a typical week, my calendar is blank. But my schedule is packed: babies, work, daycare pickup, traffic home, babies, cook/clean/laundry/diapers, bed.

I know this is the life of all new mothers, especially working mothers of multiples whose husband’s work late. And I love my children. I’m so glad they are in my life.

But I’m going to be honest & say that I miss my ladies nights {Jason getting home at 730+ doesn’t allow for me to make many}. I miss my coworker times {I pump through all my breaks & eat lunches at my desk making up sick time now, so even though I’m in the same building 40 hours a week, I rarely see my work friends}. I miss the quiet time for myself for reading, shopping & just generally having time to be lazy.

This isn’t a cry for help. I’m slowly getting back on my social heels. I’m relearning what it means now to be social: cramming in weekday lunch dates with friends; bringing a baby or two to meet friends for coffee on a Sunday afternoon; finding it relaxing to be able to grocery shop alone on a Saturday. I’m so thankful that I have time to read while pumping & my book club is a very baby friendly group.

I know that as they get older, as the days get lighter & warmer, we’ll be able to be more active out of the house. I’m looking forward to us being social as a family: walks together at the lakes this summer, early weekend dinners out; being invited to friends’ kiddos’ birthday parties.

And since I’m confessing, I’ll let y’all know I’m counting the days until my first overnight work trip {13 if you wanna keep up}. My parents are coming to help as babysitters; it’s only 1.5 hours away & for one or maybe two nights. But I’ll get to sleep in & not be woken up at night & enjoy adult conversation as well as a few adult beverages.

I’ve learned all my new social plans are made with a *. With a RSVP’d maybe. Because the babies come first. And I know this is okay. This is my new {maybe not so social} life.

How did/do you deal with the lifestyle change that came with parenthood? Were you able to seamlessly continue life the same with a baby in tow? For non-multiples moms, have you noticed a difference when a second baby was born?

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Loss. One Year Later.

We are a year out from the day last year that changed our life. January 31st 2012, we learned that our three in-utero babies were to be two future babies. Our baby A, Zach, & our baby C, Lucy. The dream of triplets, our dreams of life with three, died that day when we learned about baby B.

Baby B was our chill inside baby. The one we could count on. Lucy girl went MIA during one of our first ultrasounds & Zach was always moving all over the place. Baby B was always there hanging out between her two siblings.

I would love to have known her personality. Would she be wild like Lucy & all over the place or more content to chill & cuddle Mommy like our Zach? While Zach is Jason’s baby clone & Lucy & I’s baby photos are exchangeable, would baby B have looked like a combination of her parents? I’ll never know the answers to these questions. And that breaks my heart.

Lucy & Zach don’t know life any other way then having each other. Do they remember being inside & having one more sibling close by? I don’t think so. But I like to wish that they somehow feel that they’re watched over by the tiny baby we didn’t get the opportunity to know. One day I think we’ll tell them about baby B. I don’t think we’d want to hide our & their family history.

The last photo we have of all three together with hearts beating away was taken at our 15 week ultrasound appointment. That picture is still on our fridge. It’s started to become buried under daycare artwork which symbolizes that life really has moved on around us.

Life with two has kept us on our toes. Kept the days & weeks flying by. But still. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about baby B. Whether it’s seeing triplets on TV {this last season of Private Practice was hard} or hearing someone remark about my “twins”.

If/when people ask about our life with twins, I answer & I don’t correct them. I’ve told very few people who weren’t there through my pregnancy that L & Z had a sister. I mentioned it to a few of their daycare teachers when they remarked at how hard a twin pregnancy must have been. But that might be it.

I still don’t call Zach & Lucy my twins. I call them my babies. My duo. My two. The babes. Z & L. But not my twins. My husband says he’ll now tell people he has twins. He’s okay going there. I’m not & I’m not sure that I’ll ever be. And I think that’s okay.

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Sick of all the Sickness

I vented some working mom frustration on having sick kiddos on Liberating Working Moms today.

So far in January, between Lucy, Zach, my husband & I, we’ve had bad colds {negative for flu & RSV} along with pink eye, then RSV for both babies & double ear infections for Lucy while my husband had the flu & then a {thankfully only} 24 hour stomach bug.

Out of the 21 working days in January, I’ve worked 12 full days. Twelve y’all. That’s almost less than half.

Join me over on LWM to read the rest of Sick of the Sick.

And as a quick update, we went back to the pediatrican’s office {again} this morning for them to recheck Lucy’s ears. And they were infections free!!!!!

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Happy Momma’s Break Day

Oh MLK. Thank you for your dream & for my work believing as I do that you’re worthy of a holiday. Thank you too that our daycare remained open.

Before the RSV diagnosis of last week {also see why I’ve been blog MIA} & husband’s bout of flu at.the.same.time, I had lofty plans for today. To do all the things! Shop! Sleep! Read! Blog from my laptop instead of cell! Catch up on photo editing! Cook & bake & make baby food!

The the sickness came {back} to our house leaving me single parenting two sick babies with the help of my Dad & the my mom. And my doing everything possible to stay well. So today, even though the babies are just starting to feel better, we packed them up at 10a & dropped them at already paid for care. I raced home {after splurging on CFA & stopping for bananas}, to pump & then nap. Nap without an ear out for crying babies & half an eye open watching the monitor. It was an hour & a half of glorious.

Then, because I still wanted to do all things, I ate, pumped again, baked pumpkin muffins & made avocado & banana purées. I didn’t really shop {I don’t really count online right?!} or get to read more of the hilarious Jen Lancaster’s new book & my DVR is still full. But that’s okay. I got my {much needed} break.

And I’m on my way to pick up L & Z on their 8 months old day a few hours early having heard from their teacher that they were fussy & crying most of the day. I’m feeling a bit renewed. My patient momma tank a bit more full. Ready to see how the evening goes & {never thought I’d say this} looking forward to getting back to work tomorrow.

Ever taken a Momma break day for yourself?