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It's been a month and a half since our crazy bathroom birth, and sometimes I still can't believe how it all happened. I just wanted to say that I honestly could not have done anything without the support and encouragement of the wonderful husband the Lord blessed me with.
I definitely think the Bradley classes helped a great deal; we were able to make informed decisions about things because of what we learned in class about birth and the way God designed things to happen. (And, of course, my husband was better able to redirect my thoughts when all I could do was beg for some relief with drugs , LOL!) I have never doubted my husband's love or strength, but going through labor and birth with him just reminded me of how wonderful he really is for me. I say this all the time, but I really believe the Lord knew what He was doing when He brought us together. :o)
As you can see, our little guy is healthy and happy -- he certainly loves to nurse! He is already 10 lbs. 12 oz. and it doesn't seem he will be slowing down with his growing any time soon. :o) It hasn't been an easy start for us, that's for sure. Because of our extremely quick and intense labor, our guy had quite a few problems with nursing, and things have just started working well in the past week or so. Basically, the bones that are flexible during birth did not slide exactly back into place as they should have, which limited some of his movements. It was to the point that he was causing bleeding and cracking after each feeding, and he wasn't gaining weight because he was unable to properly extract milk due to a bad latch. Needless to say, things were a little ROUGH for a bit, but we're glad to be on the right track now.
I'm so thankful we were introduced to a very knowledgeable lactation consultant soon after I realized we were having troubles. She was able to put us in touch with a doctor who specialized in CranioSacral therapy. For 3 or 4 weeks, I felt I was practically tethered to the breast pump, as I had to express milk every 3 hours to maintain my supply while we tried to figure out what was going on. After 3 visits with Dr. Joe (as he likes to be called) we're now a happily nursing pair, and I've not used the pump or a bottle in over a week -- such a blessing and relief, to be sure! Praise the Lord for putting the right people in our path. I was prepared to just pump and feed breast milk in a bottle for a year, but I'm so glad that's not going to be necessary! :o)
After having a fairly smooth nursing relationship with our first little man, I didn't realize it could possibly be so difficult to start again. It just goes to show that each birth and each baby are different. I did learn my lesson from the first time around, though, and I made sure to ask for help when I didn't know what was wrong. That's something I tell any of my new-mommy-to-be friends -- ask for help. Don't be embarrassed. (So, yes, Grace, I'm giving you and your sister the same advice!) I was too shy to ask for help with our firstborn, and I think I struggled on my own a lot more than was necessary. Thankfully, his issues were small ones and were easily overcome after a few internet searches. It would have been a lot easier on me if I had just asked for help, though, so I'm glad my husband encouraged me to do so. Have I mentioned how much I love that man? ;o)