I have been a terrible blogger lately. I haven't updated since July! It is now the middle of October. A lot has gone on around here since July! Mason now sits up on his own, waves, dances whenever he hears music and sometimes when there is no music, gives kisses, is absolutely obsessed with anything electronic and will try to get it any way possible. He even throws little fits when I won't let him have things (oh no! how can this be starting already?)
Mason is crawling all over the place now too, army crawling that is. He doesn't care how he does it as long as he can get to what he wants. He loves getting into his Daddy's CDs, and his new favorite thing is getting into the dog's food.
The other day I was making him some food and I saw that he was over at the dog food bowls. So I went and picked him up and sat down to feed him. He looked at me funny and then opened his mouth and a piece of dog food popped out. Omg this child...
:::GROSS WARNING:::
Then last night his Daddy was watching him while I got dinner ready. Dan was puttering between the living room and dining room trying to pick up before dinner. All of a sudden I hear Mason cough a couple of times and then a big splash, then Dan yells that he needs help. I run in the living room and everything that was in Mason's stomach was now on his playmat. (He had just nursed by the way) Mason had his very first projectile vomit and it was disgusting. As I was helping Dan clean it up I noticed that there were paper towel chunks in it and a paper towel sitting next to Mason. Mason had been eating a paper towel on his Daddy's watch. Where he got a paper towel from we aren't sure. We are thankful that he didn't choke and that it didn't cause some serious problems. I think Dan has learned his lesson that Mason is no longer the little immobile baby that you can leave in one spot and he will still be there when you come back from the other room.
I think this child is going to keep us on our toes for the next 18 years.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
How to: Applesauce
I have already made carrots and forgot to document the process but here is what I did to make applesauce.
It was very easy to make the applesauce. I made some plain and some with cinnamon. Mason has yet to try them but I hope he likes it!!
Next to make will be sweet potatoes!
1. Peel and core apples
2. Put in a saucepan and put enough water to coat the bottom.
3. Cook the apples until tender (about 10 minutes)
4. This is my apples after they were cooked.
5. Put in food processor with liquid on the bottom depending on how thick you want it.
6. Put in ice cube trays and put in freezer.
7. Remove from freezer when frozen and put in labeled freezer bags. Return to freezer.
It was very easy to make the applesauce. I made some plain and some with cinnamon. Mason has yet to try them but I hope he likes it!!
Next to make will be sweet potatoes!
Success!!
I was so nervous going into my first weigh in. I am not sure what I was really afraid of though. I guess I was just hoping that all of the dieting I had been doing was working. Changing everything about what you eat isn't an easy thing to do but after I stepped on the scale at the meeting and heard that I was down 7.8 lbs it was so worth it!!
I am really loving this diet. I don't feel deprived because I can still have a treat once in a while and when I am really hungry I can just snack on fruits and veggies since they are 0 points.
Some motivational words that I heard on Extreme Makeover: Weight Loss Edition a couple of weeks ago: Losing the weight makes me feel better than the food ever will.
I love that, it is so true. I have high hopes for next weeks weigh in but they already told me not to expect to lose than much next time since last week it was probably water weight.
Thinking good thoughts for Thursday!!
I am really loving this diet. I don't feel deprived because I can still have a treat once in a while and when I am really hungry I can just snack on fruits and veggies since they are 0 points.
Some motivational words that I heard on Extreme Makeover: Weight Loss Edition a couple of weeks ago: Losing the weight makes me feel better than the food ever will.
I love that, it is so true. I have high hopes for next weeks weigh in but they already told me not to expect to lose than much next time since last week it was probably water weight.
Thinking good thoughts for Thursday!!
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Weight loss
Two posts in one day?? I'm on a roll.
I thought I would track my weight loss on here to either get inspired from other's comments and support or to inspire someone else to get healthier.
I started Weight Watchers last Thursday, so almost a week strong. I am finally motivated to do something and to feel healthier. I have tried WW online before, but it was just a free trial, it didn't last long. This time we are actually paying for it and my husband is counting points right along with me. I think it is going to work for me this time.
My husband is being a great support system for me. He is serious about losing weight also so it is really helping me.
The weight was just falling off after I had Mason. I was breastfeeding (still am) and was just losing all of the baby weight like crazy. Then it just stopped coming off and starting to come back. I was about 15 lbs under my prepregnancy weight a few weeks after I had Mason and now I am only 5 lbs under my prepregnancy weight. I blame it on eating like crap after I had Mason. I had GD during my pregnancy so I wasn't able to eat a lot of things so I just went crazy when I could eat whatever again.
I will write what I like about WW every week, what is keeping me motivated, what is hard and so on. I will also let you know every week if I have lost any weight.
Only two more days until weigh in. I am so excited, but kind of nervous! I hope I lost weight!!
So far what I like: Feeling good about what I am eating.
Keeping me motivated: The thought of weighing in in front of people in two days.
What is hard: Kicking my boredom eating habit.
I thought I would track my weight loss on here to either get inspired from other's comments and support or to inspire someone else to get healthier.
I started Weight Watchers last Thursday, so almost a week strong. I am finally motivated to do something and to feel healthier. I have tried WW online before, but it was just a free trial, it didn't last long. This time we are actually paying for it and my husband is counting points right along with me. I think it is going to work for me this time.
My husband is being a great support system for me. He is serious about losing weight also so it is really helping me.
The weight was just falling off after I had Mason. I was breastfeeding (still am) and was just losing all of the baby weight like crazy. Then it just stopped coming off and starting to come back. I was about 15 lbs under my prepregnancy weight a few weeks after I had Mason and now I am only 5 lbs under my prepregnancy weight. I blame it on eating like crap after I had Mason. I had GD during my pregnancy so I wasn't able to eat a lot of things so I just went crazy when I could eat whatever again.
I will write what I like about WW every week, what is keeping me motivated, what is hard and so on. I will also let you know every week if I have lost any weight.
Only two more days until weigh in. I am so excited, but kind of nervous! I hope I lost weight!!
So far what I like: Feeling good about what I am eating.
Keeping me motivated: The thought of weighing in in front of people in two days.
What is hard: Kicking my boredom eating habit.
Our Breastfeeding Journey
I have been a horrible blogger this past month. I have been running around like a crazy person trying to get everything ready for Mason's baptism which was May 29th and just starting to get out of the house and enjoy the summer weather.
Anyways... Here is the breastfeeding post I promised. The following is all about boobs :)
Before I even got pregnant I always thought there was no way I would be breastfeeding. I remember thinking how do you know that they are getting enough and I can't imagine all of the anxiety that comes with that. I also thought it would be weird. To put it frankly, I was uneducated about it and I believe that most of our society is.
When I became pregnant I was an active member of a pregnancy board on the bump.com. I began to learn more and more information about breastfeeding and read stories from women who had nursed their previous children. I read about it in my pregnancy books and I decided that I would at least give it a try. I told myself I would go in with an open mind and I would try to make it work for the health of my child but if it didn't work out then I wouldn't beat myself up over it.
Mason was born and the nurses at my hospital knew I was planning on breastfeeding so they helped me start this new journey that Mason and I had to both learn together. Mason latched immediately and it was an amazing sight to see. I remember Dan and I both saying wow.
Mason did fine latching on to the right side but not the left side so the nurses gave me a nipple shield. A nipple shield is kind of like a bottle nipple would be that you put over your nipple to help the baby latch. I became dependent on the nipple shield and I ended up using it on both sides to even get him to eat at all.
When we got home from the hospital three days after Mason was born, I was still learning how to nurse. Mason would scream and cry when trying to get him to latch. He would get so upset. It really took a toll on Dan and I and I kept trying to tell myself it would get better. I had started to realize those fears of him not getting enough that I had before I was pregnant were now a reality. One desperate night, Mason was screaming and it was really late. Dan was frustrated with trying to help Mason to latch and I was on the verge of tears. Out of exhaustion Dan told me to just give him some formula. At this point I had my heart set on nursing my child and I refused to give up yet. I walked Mason around his bedroom and calmed him down. The next day it finally started to get better. I had to use the nipple shield to get him to eat but it was working! What I later realized is that my milk hadn't come in yet. After a c-section it can sometimes take your body a little bit longer for your milk to come in. So if you are determined don't give up.
The nipple shield was a pain. The perks of breastfeeding is that you don't have to worry about a bunch of supplies like bottles, nipples, formula and so on. I was dependent on this nipple shield and everytime I tried to get him to nurse without it he would get frustrated and I would just go back to the shield. Nursing with the nipple shield started taking longer and longer. He would nurse for 45 minutes at a time on one side and still not be satisified. I decided I had to get him off of the shield. I just kept trying without it. It was frustrating at times but he got used to it. I was so happy to tell Dan that I didn't need it any longer.
Without the nipple shield comes a lot more pain though. The shield was acting as a barrier to protect me. Well without that barrier came the horrible pain from raw and chapped nipples. I would actually lose my breath from the pain when he would first latch on. It would feel better after a minute but the anticipation of pain that would come with nursing was making me dread it everytime. I was thinking about giving up. I remember thinking how much easier my life would be if I didn't nurse. We could leave the house whenever. I could leave whenever. I wouldn't have a baby who was completely dependent on me for his food source, therefore making me his main caretaker ALWAYS. I wouldn't have to worry about where we were when he was hungry or where I was going to feed him. But then the pain started to get better and I realized I loved spending this special time with my son. It is crazy how pain can make you question everything you thought was important for so long.
I stuck through it and it got better for me. I am not comforable nursing in public even though many are. I am afraid of what someone might say to me or the looks I will get. This is something I shouldn't be afraid of but in our society many people think it is unnatural to breastfeed and feel as if it is there place to say so. Breastfeeding is the most natural thing that there is between a mother and a child and I wish more people would take the time to educate themselves. I have heard of people telling nursing mothers to go to the bathroom to breastfeed because it was making them uncomfortable. How would you like to have to eat in a bathroom?
If we are out doing something with Mason and he gets hungry I just go to the car and feed him. I am comfortable doing that. I hope someday I have the confidence to nurse where ever. I hope someday I have the balls to tell someone who is staring or judging to shove it. For those who do nurse in public I say it's amazing and you inspire me to someday do the same.
Mason is turning 5 months old this week and he is still exclusively breastfed. I feel proud that my baby is getting all of his nourishment from me. I feel thankful that he is thriving, happy and healthy and I have a huge part in it. I feel like I am doing the best for my child. It wasn't an easy road for me through the cluster feeding for hours, Mason wanting to eat every hour, mastitis (infection from breastfeeding), struggles with pain and isolation and so on. I am glad I stuck with it though. I feel as if I have bonded with my child so much and I am giving him so many benefits by not thinking of myself throughout these past 5 months. My goal is to nurse him until he is a year old. I pray that I will be lucky enough that it works out for me.
Just to be clear: I in no way am against formula feeding. I believe that it is a great option for those that breastfeeding does not work out for. I do believe that breastfeeding should be the first choice though. Choosing not to breastfeed for selfish reasons is not okay to me. Once you have a child it is no longer about you.
Anyways... Here is the breastfeeding post I promised. The following is all about boobs :)
Before I even got pregnant I always thought there was no way I would be breastfeeding. I remember thinking how do you know that they are getting enough and I can't imagine all of the anxiety that comes with that. I also thought it would be weird. To put it frankly, I was uneducated about it and I believe that most of our society is.
When I became pregnant I was an active member of a pregnancy board on the bump.com. I began to learn more and more information about breastfeeding and read stories from women who had nursed their previous children. I read about it in my pregnancy books and I decided that I would at least give it a try. I told myself I would go in with an open mind and I would try to make it work for the health of my child but if it didn't work out then I wouldn't beat myself up over it.
Mason was born and the nurses at my hospital knew I was planning on breastfeeding so they helped me start this new journey that Mason and I had to both learn together. Mason latched immediately and it was an amazing sight to see. I remember Dan and I both saying wow.
Mason did fine latching on to the right side but not the left side so the nurses gave me a nipple shield. A nipple shield is kind of like a bottle nipple would be that you put over your nipple to help the baby latch. I became dependent on the nipple shield and I ended up using it on both sides to even get him to eat at all.
When we got home from the hospital three days after Mason was born, I was still learning how to nurse. Mason would scream and cry when trying to get him to latch. He would get so upset. It really took a toll on Dan and I and I kept trying to tell myself it would get better. I had started to realize those fears of him not getting enough that I had before I was pregnant were now a reality. One desperate night, Mason was screaming and it was really late. Dan was frustrated with trying to help Mason to latch and I was on the verge of tears. Out of exhaustion Dan told me to just give him some formula. At this point I had my heart set on nursing my child and I refused to give up yet. I walked Mason around his bedroom and calmed him down. The next day it finally started to get better. I had to use the nipple shield to get him to eat but it was working! What I later realized is that my milk hadn't come in yet. After a c-section it can sometimes take your body a little bit longer for your milk to come in. So if you are determined don't give up.
The nipple shield was a pain. The perks of breastfeeding is that you don't have to worry about a bunch of supplies like bottles, nipples, formula and so on. I was dependent on this nipple shield and everytime I tried to get him to nurse without it he would get frustrated and I would just go back to the shield. Nursing with the nipple shield started taking longer and longer. He would nurse for 45 minutes at a time on one side and still not be satisified. I decided I had to get him off of the shield. I just kept trying without it. It was frustrating at times but he got used to it. I was so happy to tell Dan that I didn't need it any longer.
Without the nipple shield comes a lot more pain though. The shield was acting as a barrier to protect me. Well without that barrier came the horrible pain from raw and chapped nipples. I would actually lose my breath from the pain when he would first latch on. It would feel better after a minute but the anticipation of pain that would come with nursing was making me dread it everytime. I was thinking about giving up. I remember thinking how much easier my life would be if I didn't nurse. We could leave the house whenever. I could leave whenever. I wouldn't have a baby who was completely dependent on me for his food source, therefore making me his main caretaker ALWAYS. I wouldn't have to worry about where we were when he was hungry or where I was going to feed him. But then the pain started to get better and I realized I loved spending this special time with my son. It is crazy how pain can make you question everything you thought was important for so long.
I stuck through it and it got better for me. I am not comforable nursing in public even though many are. I am afraid of what someone might say to me or the looks I will get. This is something I shouldn't be afraid of but in our society many people think it is unnatural to breastfeed and feel as if it is there place to say so. Breastfeeding is the most natural thing that there is between a mother and a child and I wish more people would take the time to educate themselves. I have heard of people telling nursing mothers to go to the bathroom to breastfeed because it was making them uncomfortable. How would you like to have to eat in a bathroom?
If we are out doing something with Mason and he gets hungry I just go to the car and feed him. I am comfortable doing that. I hope someday I have the confidence to nurse where ever. I hope someday I have the balls to tell someone who is staring or judging to shove it. For those who do nurse in public I say it's amazing and you inspire me to someday do the same.
Mason is turning 5 months old this week and he is still exclusively breastfed. I feel proud that my baby is getting all of his nourishment from me. I feel thankful that he is thriving, happy and healthy and I have a huge part in it. I feel like I am doing the best for my child. It wasn't an easy road for me through the cluster feeding for hours, Mason wanting to eat every hour, mastitis (infection from breastfeeding), struggles with pain and isolation and so on. I am glad I stuck with it though. I feel as if I have bonded with my child so much and I am giving him so many benefits by not thinking of myself throughout these past 5 months. My goal is to nurse him until he is a year old. I pray that I will be lucky enough that it works out for me.
Just to be clear: I in no way am against formula feeding. I believe that it is a great option for those that breastfeeding does not work out for. I do believe that breastfeeding should be the first choice though. Choosing not to breastfeed for selfish reasons is not okay to me. Once you have a child it is no longer about you.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Mason's Birth Story
I know I promised my journey with breastfeeding for my next post but I realized I have never posted Mason's birth story. So before I forget I need to get it down. It's only been about 4 months...
At the end of my pregnancy I was at the Dr. at least 2-3 times a week for non stress tests and ultrasounds to check Mason's size and amniotic fluid levels. I had to have these because I was considered high risk due to Gestational Diabetes. I also had protein in my urine occasionally and high blood pressure once in a while.
At one of my specialist appointments in Buffalo at the end of 38 weeks, I asked about this horrible rash I had all over my body and what I can do for it. The Dr. told me that there was nothing that was going to help it other than get the baby out and I had developed PUPPS. I wouldn't wish this on ANYONE. It is the worst feeling in the world. Anyways the specialist told me she would be writing a report to my regular OB and tell him that she recommends Mason be delivered at 39 weeks.
Fast forward a day and I hadn't felt Mason move very much in 24 hours. My OB wanted me to come in immediately for a NST (non stress test). Mason made a liar out of me and started moving like crazy once we got there. Good news though: They got the letter from the specialist and was having me come in on Monday 01/10/11 to start the induction process.
On the 10th. I was so ready to get the show on the road. I was itching all over my body. I could barely move because of sciatic nerve pain in my right hip area and I was sick of the GD diet which consists of pretty much nothing. I spent the day with my cousin getting last minute things ready like packing my hospital bag and buying snacks and goodies for my hospital stay.
When Dan got home he grabbed all of our things, plus Mason's things to get him home, said a tearful goodbye to my first babies (my dogs) and we were off to the hospital.
They checked me in around 6pm and the first thing they were going to try was cervadil. I was not dilated whatsoever and Mason was very high up. My Dr. inserted the cervadil which was incredibly painful and would be back to check in 12 hours. I had painful contractions one on top of the other for the entire 12 hours and got no sleep.
The next morning after my 12 hours were up I asked the nurse when the cervadil could come out because I was in a lot of pain. She took it out and my Dr. came to check me about an hour later. Absolutely no progress. My Dr. started talking c-section. I didn't care at this point and to be honest I had expected it with all the talk throughout my pregnancy of Mason being such a big baby.
The prep for the section began with tons of fluids being pumped into me so that my blood pressure didn't plummet during the surgery. That did wonders on my already swollen legs and feet. The whole day was a waiting game. I was waiting for another mom to deliver her baby. When she was done then it was my turn. I thanked God I wasn't having to get him out of old natural way after listening to her scream down the hall. That would have made me want to pack up and run out the door.
On a diet of ice chips, I waited and waited until finally the nurse said she was going to prep me for surgery. I won't go into many details for this part but getting a catheter in is NOT a pleasant experience!
I drank this horrible liquid to neutralize the acid in my stomach and we were off to the operating room.
I had to go in alone, while Dan waited in the hallway. I got my spinal which made the lower half of my body feel insane. I really have no words to explain how it felt. Dan finally could come in, they raised the blue sheet so we couldn't see anything and cut me open.
I didn't feel anything, to be honest the most unpleasant experience was the oxygen thing in my nose! I looked over at Dan and he was turning this nice shade of gray. I spent most of the surgery trying to talk him down to keep him from passing out or throwing up. Sounds a little reversed if you ask me.
Within a few minutes Mason was born. At exactly 2:53pm on 01/11/11 at 9lbs 5oz. Mason Lawrence Berry entered the world. He cried immediately and started peeing right when he came out. Dan started to feel better after a few minutes so the Dr. let him get up and see his son. Mason scored a 9/9 on his apgar and my Dr. said he looked nothing like a typical GD baby. His blood sugar was perfect and he was very pink. I was so proud.
Dan went off into the nursery with Mason while I got put back together. This was seriously the most relaxing time of my life. They gave me some kind of drug to relax me and I was about to take the most amazing nap of my life when they told me I was all done. I actually was sad it was done because I was feeling so good. Strange I know.
I got wheeled back to my room and my family was there to greet me. Mason was brought to our room shortly after and I got to hold my baby for the first time. I stared at him in absolute awe. He was making the most beautiful sighing noises in his sleep and I was in love.
And so is the story of how Mason entered the world. Nothing crazy but that day absolutely changed my life.
At the end of my pregnancy I was at the Dr. at least 2-3 times a week for non stress tests and ultrasounds to check Mason's size and amniotic fluid levels. I had to have these because I was considered high risk due to Gestational Diabetes. I also had protein in my urine occasionally and high blood pressure once in a while.
At one of my specialist appointments in Buffalo at the end of 38 weeks, I asked about this horrible rash I had all over my body and what I can do for it. The Dr. told me that there was nothing that was going to help it other than get the baby out and I had developed PUPPS. I wouldn't wish this on ANYONE. It is the worst feeling in the world. Anyways the specialist told me she would be writing a report to my regular OB and tell him that she recommends Mason be delivered at 39 weeks.
Fast forward a day and I hadn't felt Mason move very much in 24 hours. My OB wanted me to come in immediately for a NST (non stress test). Mason made a liar out of me and started moving like crazy once we got there. Good news though: They got the letter from the specialist and was having me come in on Monday 01/10/11 to start the induction process.
On the 10th. I was so ready to get the show on the road. I was itching all over my body. I could barely move because of sciatic nerve pain in my right hip area and I was sick of the GD diet which consists of pretty much nothing. I spent the day with my cousin getting last minute things ready like packing my hospital bag and buying snacks and goodies for my hospital stay.
When Dan got home he grabbed all of our things, plus Mason's things to get him home, said a tearful goodbye to my first babies (my dogs) and we were off to the hospital.
They checked me in around 6pm and the first thing they were going to try was cervadil. I was not dilated whatsoever and Mason was very high up. My Dr. inserted the cervadil which was incredibly painful and would be back to check in 12 hours. I had painful contractions one on top of the other for the entire 12 hours and got no sleep.
The next morning after my 12 hours were up I asked the nurse when the cervadil could come out because I was in a lot of pain. She took it out and my Dr. came to check me about an hour later. Absolutely no progress. My Dr. started talking c-section. I didn't care at this point and to be honest I had expected it with all the talk throughout my pregnancy of Mason being such a big baby.
The prep for the section began with tons of fluids being pumped into me so that my blood pressure didn't plummet during the surgery. That did wonders on my already swollen legs and feet. The whole day was a waiting game. I was waiting for another mom to deliver her baby. When she was done then it was my turn. I thanked God I wasn't having to get him out of old natural way after listening to her scream down the hall. That would have made me want to pack up and run out the door.
On a diet of ice chips, I waited and waited until finally the nurse said she was going to prep me for surgery. I won't go into many details for this part but getting a catheter in is NOT a pleasant experience!
I drank this horrible liquid to neutralize the acid in my stomach and we were off to the operating room.
I had to go in alone, while Dan waited in the hallway. I got my spinal which made the lower half of my body feel insane. I really have no words to explain how it felt. Dan finally could come in, they raised the blue sheet so we couldn't see anything and cut me open.
I didn't feel anything, to be honest the most unpleasant experience was the oxygen thing in my nose! I looked over at Dan and he was turning this nice shade of gray. I spent most of the surgery trying to talk him down to keep him from passing out or throwing up. Sounds a little reversed if you ask me.
Within a few minutes Mason was born. At exactly 2:53pm on 01/11/11 at 9lbs 5oz. Mason Lawrence Berry entered the world. He cried immediately and started peeing right when he came out. Dan started to feel better after a few minutes so the Dr. let him get up and see his son. Mason scored a 9/9 on his apgar and my Dr. said he looked nothing like a typical GD baby. His blood sugar was perfect and he was very pink. I was so proud.
Dan went off into the nursery with Mason while I got put back together. This was seriously the most relaxing time of my life. They gave me some kind of drug to relax me and I was about to take the most amazing nap of my life when they told me I was all done. I actually was sad it was done because I was feeling so good. Strange I know.
I got wheeled back to my room and my family was there to greet me. Mason was brought to our room shortly after and I got to hold my baby for the first time. I stared at him in absolute awe. He was making the most beautiful sighing noises in his sleep and I was in love.
And so is the story of how Mason entered the world. Nothing crazy but that day absolutely changed my life.
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