Kijiji-tastic!

I decided it was time to downsize dramatically. I had a bunch of baby stuff (mostly Isabel's old clothes and shoes) that I wanted to sell. We found some household stuff while we unpacked the last few boxes that ha been left in the basement when we moved in and I have realised just sitting here on the couch, looking around, that there are a few more things we could get rid of.
Last night, in kid stuff alone, I listed more than $300 worth of stuff (selling price, not cost...eeks!) I have another $100+ in kid clothes to list, some books, adult clothes (my maternity clothes should bring a pretty penny) and a few householdy type things. I am hoping to pay off my Cricut and have a little left over for more crafty tools and materials.
Kijiji has honestly saved my life and pocketbook as a parent. Between buying stuff for cheap and being able to sell stuff for about 50% of retail, I can't tell you just how much I have saved.

Huge, Gigantic, Magnificent News

The NG tube is gone! It has been 10 days since it was removed and he is doing great! We are struggling to re-establish the complicated dance between keeping him hydrated with water and keeping him gaining weight with milk, but that will come. Here's my beautiful boy in his entirety.

Medication time at the nursing home...

That is how mealtimes have felt around here since Isabel and I have been on antibiotics for our chest infections. Let me give you the run down:
Breakfast
Me

• Multivitamin
  
• Vitamin C x2
  
• Vitamin D x2
  
• Fenugreek x4
  
• Blessed Thistle x3
  
• Antibiotic
  

Isabel

• Multivitamin
  
• Vitamin C
  
• Vitamin D
  
• 4ml Amoxil
  

Orin

• 100ml water with shot of .33ml of NaCl
  

Lunch
Me

• Antibiotic
  
• Fenugreek x4
  
• Blessed Thistle x3
  

Isabel

• 4ml Amoxil
  

Orin

• 100ml water with shot of .33ml of NaCl
  
• 1.4ml HCTZ
  
• 1.4ml Amiloride
  

Supper
Me

• Antibiotic
  
• Fenugreek x4
  
• Blessed Thistle x3
  

Isabel

• 4ml Amoxil
  

Orin

• 100ml water with shot of .33ml of NaCl
  

Heck, I am even feeding one of the people on this list mush...the similarities are eerie.

An update...

Lately, it has just been a matter of putting one foot in front of the other. We have been up to our ears in stuff, but it is nice to feel like we are doing things.
Isabel has started both swimming lessons and preschool and *loves* both.
She has a ball at swimming and while she isn't the best at staying focused when not receiving direct instruction (the first day, she got up and headed toward the water slide, telling the instructor "I be right back." when she was called back to the group), she is doing so incredibly well. Little fish in the making.
Preschool is also going well. She comes home with elaborate stories every morning (she attends Tuesday and Thursday mornings). I knew this would be a great place for her - she needs more stimulation and challenge that I can offer right now with Orin being a little high maintenance and she gets it here.
This week, she will be starting tap class. She is ridiculously excited about this and, to be honest, so am I. I am sure she will enjoy herself and be cute as a button doing it.
Orin is your typical, gregarious, energetic 7-month old. He has cracked four teeth total, is sitting unassisted and is into EVERYTHING that he can see. He also attracts a great deal of attention when we are out. I tease him about his "adoring public." Seriously though, people are always stopping to talk to and coo over him. We went to the mall on Monday and, at one point, had three separate groups/individuals stopped at the same time to chat with him. I had to keep from laughing out loud over it. The most hilarious encounter from this trip was the gentleman who asked about Orin's NG tube and then went on to tell me that he was going to pray that the Lord would heal Orin and "take this condition from him so he can live a happy and normal life." He touched Orin's foot at this point and it felt kind of like those crazy "healers" that you see in southern churches. Strange to say the least.
Most interesting new thing with Orin has been the venture into solid food. I wanted to do baby led weaning exclusively this time around, but the doctors really wanted us to get started on solids so as to ramp up his thirst mechanism and eliminate the need for the NG tube. As a result, we are doing a mix of BLW and purées. He doesn't seem to enjoy consuming any of it at this point, but for little guys with NDI, it can be a process, so we are just slogging away at it.
I guess that is the update. Carry on with your regularly scheduled programming :)

"Is Mummy n Orin!"

There is oodles of wildlife around our home. We see deer, foxes and various frogs and toads regularly. In particular, there is a doe and fawn pair who frequent our yard on a weekly basis. Isabel had decided a while ago that the mother fawn was me ("Look mom! Is you!"). Recently, she's christened the fawn Orin.
This evening when the pair were in the backyard, she ogled and cooed at them ("SO cute, mummy!"), but when the doe wandered back into the thin woods behind our yard, she became rather concerned for the fawn. She was telling him very seriously, "Orin, you got to go with your mummy. She goin', so you got to go to, Orin." Eventually, he wandered out too, to which she gave a relieved, "he go with his mummy. They go have a nap."
I am pretty sure she couldn't be any cuter.

Another label for my side bar? I think so.

This blog got me thinking about my own beliefs. I have become a lactivist and really didn't see it coming, mostly because, until I was really in the thick of it, I didn't realize there was a need for such a thing.
See, where I come from, breastfeeding is normal. My mom nursed us, my aunts nursed their children, my cousin nursed her little ones when I was a teenager and lived with them. It was talked about as commonplace. I remember one particular conversation where my uncle spoke scathingly about our neighbour, who sent his wife down the hall to the bathroom when she had to nurse their children while visiting our house. Casting my mind back there, I don't really remember giving a thought to the existence of formula. The only instances in which I knew it was used were instances where I was babysitting, so it made sense that I was given a bottle of something to give to the baby.
My first encounter with the breastfeeding vs formula controversy was when the aforementioned cousin put me on the spot, asking why a family friend with a baby the same age as hers wasn't breastfeeding. I remember having that deer-in-the-headlights feeling. I had no idea why she wasn't. I hadn't given it a thought. I got the distinct tone of disdain in her voice though and muttered something about her breasts being too small. It was the best I could come up with at 15, not having a sweet clue about any of this, knowing it was none of my or her damn business, but feeling like I had to defend someone I cared about. She told me that this wasn't possible and that EVERYONE can breastfeed. I changed the subject.
When I joined my online community and we started having children, I started noticing threads popping up where claws were bared by defensive formula-feeders and high-horses were ridden by self-righteous breastfeeders. It was also at this time that I first heard the motto "breast is best", which has always sounded weird to me. You see, to me, breastfeeding was normal, the way things were - there was no need for it to be best. I guess, as a young adult, I still didn't see formula as an option, but rather a back-up plan.
When I was pregnant the first time, I had my first run-in with someone who was anti-breastfeeding. My mother's neighbour made a snide comment about not allowing my mother the opportunity to bond with her granddaughter. When I asked my mother about it, she explained that her friend felt breastfeeding was a selfish choice on the part of the mother that disallowed the rest of the family from bonding with the baby. I knew this was nonsense, but I wasn't confident enough to speak up, so I just rolled my eyes and moved on. The same neighbour also made a nasty comment at my baby shower for Orin when I unwrapped a breastfeeding pillow. I didn't respond this time because I knew it wasn't worth it.
Luckily, as the women in my online community became more mature and better debaters, I learned a lot more about the overall cultural situation with regard to breastfeeding and realised really quickly that what I knew was not normal. Culturally, what I grew up with - many women in my immediate circle who breastfed, public breastfeeding being commonplace, men who are incredibly comfortable with breastfeeding and may be considered lactivists themselves today - is not what most people grow up with. I also learned of the many factors that sabotage women in breastfeeding - formula companies making false claims about their products, workplaces not allowing women the opportunity to pump (not to mention the whole maternity leave system in the US), the discomfort of the general public, the belief that not being able to breastfeed is common, etc.
I have, over the course of being a parent, become more vocal in favour of breastfeeding. I have encountered many people on both sides of the debate - some very vocal (I will never forget the crazy parents in Florida who stalked off angrily because they obviously felt I was trying to scar their toddler by sharing googly faces with her while nursing Isabel in a courtyard). Through these experiences in particular, I have grown more confident in my beliefs. What I have been careful not to do though is demonize formula or women who formula-feed - this is neither productive nor kind. What I do firmly believe is that breatfeeding needs to become normal for others the way it was for me because breastmilk is the most complete and appropriate food for human babies - just like cows milk is compete and appropriate for baby cows. For this reason, I make a point of breastfeeding in public with no cover on a regular basis. I talk openly about it and support others in their endeavours to breastfeed their babies - I do for others what my friends and family did for me.

Where to begin? It has been a whirlwind couple of weeks!

It has been a wild couple of weeks! As I mentioned, we were on holiday during the first week of August. We had a great time. I will include some photos at the bottom of this post.
The first two days were spent in Moncton. We visited with my family. My mom threw a little get-together where our friends and family could come by to meet Orin and visit with us. The rest of our time in Moncton was spent at Crystal Palace. We got a package that included the room, a family pass to the park, a bunch of food and movie passes. I wasn't sure how Isabel would feel about the rides in the amusement park, but I really hoped she would like some of the tamer ones at least. So I was surprised, to say the least, when she was an absolute dare-devil. She went on the kiddie rides over and over and over again - carousel, jumping star, submarine, rinse and repeat. She BEGGED to go on the roller coaster and swings. She sat to have her face painted for the first time. She played a few of the games in the arcade (though even they were a little beyond her). In short, she had an absolute blast. I was so pleased to see her have such a great time. For my part, I made sure to get a dip in the pool, a ride on the swings and a nightcap of a Starbucks' white mocha and a piece of peanut butter and chocolate encrusted cheesecake (mmm....diabetic coma). Dave ate lots of good food, had a nap or two and indulged in his own brand of nightcap (tea and cherry cheese cake). Orin was just along for the ride for the most part, but did seem to have fun hanging out with us.
After our amusement park adventure, it was off to Halifax for a few days. Here, we celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary with Dave's family, visited a good friend and her family - she has a daughter the same age as Isabel and twins the same age as Orin, shopped a little, took in a bit of the busker festival and relaxed a little.
On our way home, we stopped many times because Orin decided he was done with his car seat and chose to scream through large swaths of the drive. The good part about this is that we got to see Mastodon Ridge, which I have never been to, and stopped at the farm, where we chatted with Uncle Larry, whom I rarely see now and miss terribly. Despite the screaming, it was a nice trip.
What did I learn from traveling with a husband (who doesn't like to travel), a preschooler (who is coming into her own and demanding independence) and an infant (who specialises in his own brand of high-maintenance)? Leave the husband at home, bring another mom (and her kid(s)) with you and don't try to jam too much in (which tends to be the way I travel...I don't want to miss anything). Overall though, it was a great time and I am glad we did it.
Since then, it has been a mad dash to get the house and preparations ready for Isabel's party this past weekend. I think the party will get its own post, so that is all I will say here.
The other big news is that we had a tube-free day this past week. That is to say that Orin's tube came out accidentally in the middle of the night and rather than riling him up and waking Isabel, we thought we'd try not putting the tube back in and see how far he could make it. I suspected that, if he could take that middle of the night feed, I wouldn't have to put it in until bedtime and it turned out I was right. He drank all the water he needed until bedtime, when he was just too tired to drink, so in when the tube. I really can't say I was overly disappointed though - he's come so far that the small hump of a couple of feeds at night is nothing.
Alright, that is the brief version of our recent adventures. There will be more to come, including more reflective posts. For now, here are the pictures:

Happy Belated World Breastfeeding Week!

We were on holiday during Breastfeeding Week. I had every intention of blogging a little something about it, but vacation fun got in the way.

I thought I might talk about the fight I fought in order to breastfeed my son.

There was no doubt in my mind that I would nurse my daughter and I did and loved every minute of it.

When I became pregnant again (a mere 4 months after I stopped nursing Isabel, it dawned on me one day), there was no doubt I would nurse that baby too. When we found out it was a boy, dramatically increasing the concerns with regard to NDI, my determination didn't waver. I read various places that there was no reason that a baby with NDI couldn't be exclusively breastfed (while being supplemented with water).

My boy was born and within less than a day, it was determined that he was dehydrating and there was little doubt that he had NDI and wasn't getting enough fluid from breastfeeding. This was the first blow to my self-esteem and determination.

He had an IV put in and then a central line, still breastfeeding on demand the entire time. Once he was hydrated enough, the medical intervention was gradually removed and we tried giving him water in bottles. For another two weeks, we tried a multitude of different solutions for getting Orin eating, drinking and, most of all, healthy. When things were at their worst, Orin wasn't really getting enough water from the bottles, preferred the flowrate of the bottle to that of the breast, so he fussed at the breast every time I tried to feed him, meaning he wasn't eating either. Neither of us was sleeping because, as he dehydrated again, he became fussier and fussier - I slept a grand total of 1.5 hours one day. I was slowly losing my mind. I was losing confidence in myself and my ability to take care of my baby.

At this point, the paediatrician suggested we may need to start giving him formula. The first time it was suggested, I couldn't speak. I burst into tears - I knew that they were suggesting it because they wanted to get him healthy and get us home, but this was not how it was supposed to be. I asked the doctor if I could have some time to think about it. I thought long and hard. I spoke to my husband. I spoke to friends. I fielded a phone call from a well-meaning family member, encouraging me to use formula because "it worked for her kids." I took about a day to clear away all of the fog - the mess of opinions, the worries that others would think I was putting an agenda before the needs of my child, the guilt and fear.

The next day, I gathered myself up and waited by Orin's bedside for rounds. I knew what I wanted to happen and I was going to make it clear to all parties involved so we were all on the same page. When the doctor came around, I told her that breastfeeding my child was incredibly important to me. It was what he needed (both as a human infant in general and as a child with a sodium sensitivity - breastmilk is surprisingly low in sodium). I told her about the bottle preference and that I wanted the breast to be offered to him first at all times - every time he woke, fussed, seemed remotely hungry/thisty. I wanted to get rid of the bottles altogether for a while. I had seen many babies in the NICU with NG tubes because they were unable to eat themselves for whatever reason (usually because they were premature and were still too weak and small to nurse). I suggested we put in an NG tube for water in order to keep him hydrated and redevelop the nursing relationship. Once breastfeeding was well-established, we could attempt bottles again. I stood next to my baby, stone-faced, wearing messy gym clothes (my uniform while in the hospital) and generally looking disheveled, but serious. Much to my surprise, she said yes. As it turns out, the specialist in Halifax had suggested the same thing quite early on, but the local docs wanted to try more home-friendly options first

I couldn't pump (just as I couldn't with Isabel), so to feed him through the night, I had to be accessible. For five weeks, I lived at the hospital, sleeping in a 5'x 10' room when it was available and a leather couch in a TV lounge when it wasn't. I missed my family more than I can tell you. I lost the trust of my daughter temporarily. I didn't eat, sleep or maintain myself in anyway for five weeks. I dedicated myself to breastfeeding my son and helping him become healthy enough to come home.

He was released for good on March 16th at 5 weeks 4 days old. He will be six months old tomorrow and is still exclusively breastfed. Every doctor who has seen him (and there've been a bunch) have exclaimed over how healthy he is and how good he looks and how big he has gotten. One joked that whatever I have on tap is exactly what he needs - I couldn't have said it better.

You want to hear about a crap week?

Well, let me tell you about it.
Isabel got really sick last Sunday (i.e. fever, vomiting) and wasn't well again until she woke up Wednesday morning, just in time for Orin to get sick. He and I ended up having to go to the hospital Thursday AND Friday mornings to get him checked out, but he held his own, thankfully. He was back to his chipper self Saturday morning. At 11am, I noticed my throat was sore and by 2pm, I had a fever of 103. I have been miserable since...my temp got so high last night that I was shivering, crying and begging DH to help me. It was a sad sight. I can't lift my baby or walk with him without fearing dropping him or falling.

Oh right...and because it seems like a fun thing to throw in the mix, Orin has decided he doesn't want to nurse anymore and behaves like a maniac when I try to feed him - screaming like I am tearing his arms off, flailing his arms and legs and throwing himself backward off my lap. I *think* it is related to his teething (cutting two teeth while one has a RIDICULOUSLY bad virus and is already miserable is a sensible thing to do right?), but I can't say for sure that it isn't bottle preference coming to the surface again (he is still taking his water from bottles happily). As a result of his not taking milk, he is not getting enough fluid and is, once again, at risk of seriously dehydrating. This means weighing him before and after he "eats" (note the quotation marks) and his diapers to make sure things are moving normally.

Oh and hey, because there isn't enough going on. Isabel has been an absolute monster today (more time outs today than last week in its entirety). And our cat, who is experiencing renal failure, has thrown up about 5 times today.

Here's hoping that things start settling soon because I can't take much more.

Isabel's Wish List

I've had a couple of people ask me what Isabel needs/wants for her birthday next month. She is a pretty easy kid to please, but I thought it might be fun to make a list of what I think she likes and a list of what she says she likes (or her favourites is how I will likely phrase it) and cross-reference the two.
This is live-blogging at its best.

What Isabel likes/need according to Mom

• Toy Story
  
• In The Night Garden
  
• Backyardigans
  
• Bo On The Go
  
• Dancing
  
• Shoes (especially dress shoes which she calls her "dancing shoes")
  
• Computers
  
• Things with buttons
  
• Chair for reading nook
  
• Clothes in sizes 3/4
  
• Music...all kinds and especially stuff she can sing or dance along to
  
• Pretending (dress up, Little People, dolls)
  
• Crafts (painting and Play Doh especially)
  
• Cooking
  
• Swimming
  
• Books
  
• Klean Kanteens
  

What Isabel likes/needs according to Isabel

• dancing shoes
  
• Toy Story with Buddy (Woody), Buthhhhhhh (Buzz), Jessie & Cowboy (Bullseye)
  
• Water
  
• Mooshoof (Mischief), my Brudder, my Dad, my Mum (and so on until we got through her whole circle including Grandparents and daycare friends)
  
• Hockey (wtf?)
  
• Cars
  
• This drums (pointing to the Guitar Hero drumkit...she also noted here that it had buttons on it :P )
  
• Driving
  
• I PAINT!?!?!?!
  
• Buttons (I am not sure if she meant the ones on her pjs or the ones on the drumkit...either way...I think it proves my point)
  
• Swimming
  
• Pengins (penguins)
  
• Hippopotmus (Hippopotamus...she is obsessed with the Telus commercials)
  
• Jammies
  
• Toy Story skirt
  
• ...at this point she wandered off to play with a toy and undress and redress herself, so I figured the interview was done
  

It's like a heat wave...

Alright, there is no "like" about it. We are in week three of a ridiculous heat wave. The feel like temp, after humidex, hasn't dropped below 30 since it started. This is a tough situation for a little guy who doesn't sweat easily, does dehydrate easily and heats up fast. We've spent a lot of time in the house, unfortunately and were even sleeping in the basement for the first, hottest week.
We did get out occasionally, including a trip to the local splashpad:


Also the wee girl is just getting over her first stomach bug, which cramped our plans to attend a friend's birthday party on the weekend. Poor girl - it knocked the stuffing right out of her:
Luckily, she is definitely on the mend and hopefully we'll be able to get about to doing fun things again.

In other news, I've been planning Isabel's birthday party for next month. I don't want to give away too much, but the theme is Toy Story and I have all sorts of fun ideas. Looking forward to it :)

Day trippin'

The kids and I took a day trip on our own a while ago, but it was a bit of a disaster, so we are ignoring it and counting this as our first daytrip since Orin was born :)
We went to Sussex to visit Gramma and Mike at their campsite. We hung out with them at their camper, had a little lunch, went swimming and just generally had a nice day. Some pics from our day below; I look forward to posting pics of many other summertime adventures.

The kiddies at the beginning of our trip:


What my footwell typically looks like when we travel - I never use it for my feet:


She *loved* swimming:


Cuddles :)


Tetherball *looked* fun :P


Home again, home again, jiggety jig


Sleepyheads

Review of Cloth Diapers v. 2.0 - I think we have a winner!

Things are improving. We are now using cloth diapers at all times when at home between 7-8am (waking for the day) and 11pm (after dream feed when mommy goes to bed). I have stopped putting pressure on myself to use cloth exclusively or while out because it is just not going to work for us. There've been times when he's saturated/leaked through disposables onto the Piddle Pad (thank god for these things is all I have to say...we have one for each kid), so using cloth is just not an option. Letting go of the pressure I was putting on myself and focusing more on making it work as much as possible has definitely helped.
I am still preferring the pockets without question. They just work better for us, providing the versatility in absorption that we need. The best part is that I am THRILLED with the WAHM pockets that I bought recently. Let me tell you about them.
Cloth-by-Tel is the company. She makes products other than diapers too and runs sales regularly. We bought two animal print minky pockets.
To start with, the minky material is SO soft and adorable. The diapers are well-sewn; you can see the high quality workmanship. The placement of the stuffing hole is more comfortable than it is in the BumGenius and the elastic is nice and springy (I am sure that there is some deterioration of the elastic in the BumGenius from wear and tear, but I didn't realise just how much better it could be). The snaps are so much nicer to use than velcro and I find they fit Orin better than the other pockets, even with the extra stuffing we need.
They came with inserts that, again, were well-made, thick and soft.
We have had no problem with leaking, fit, wicking, absorption, rashes, staining, wash-wear (yet). In short, I love these diapers - especially for the price of $10-12 per diaper (insert included), which you absolutely can't beat! I will be getting more, without question!

A photo op:

A milestone gone horribly wrong...

so around three or four months, one of the skills babies acquire is the ability to reach out and grab things with decent precision. My dear sweet boy has been working at this milestone for a while and has been getting better and better rather quickly. As a result, the scene below has become a common scene.

This particular drama has even played out so far as the next scene where he is doused in water and cries heartily about it. Silly boy.

Hrmmm...juxtaposition.

Dave and I were talking about the potential for me to take a 4 over 5 (take four years of pay over five years, taking the fifth year off of work to do whatever you please) sometime in the future.
I was pretending money was also no object and talking of our buying a boat and sailing around the world. We'd take the kids out of school and I told Dave that he would take the non-teaching equivalent of a sabbatical ("You mean quit?"...smarmy bugger) and we'd go where ever we wanted for the entire year.
I said that we wouldn't have to worry about the kids' schooling because I'd make sure they fulfilled the literacy and numeracy outcomes and the learning that they got from the traveling would be more valuable than anything they'd get in a classroom.
"For instance, 'we are going to study China today; step out on the dock and away we'll go'."
Dave's response, "And today, we'll learn about typhoons; they are different from hurricanes, you know. Orin, go get the weather station and Isabel, tie Orin and yourself down. We don't want to lose anyone this time"
Smarmy bugger.

I wish I were as clever as he is...

I meant to post this ages ago, but just kept forgetting, so please do me the favour of setting your mind back about 6 weeks. It is just barely feeling springy out and we decided to head downtown for breakfast at Cora's.

I am standing in line wearing Orin in the Moby and waiting to pay. A woman in her late 50s or early 60s queues up behind me. She starts ogling the baby, as everyone does. When she notices the tube in his nose, she asks, as so many do, if he has a hard time breathing. I explain that it is a feeding tube, that he has a kidney condition that causes him to dehydrate and that we use the tube to put extra water into him. I mention, in a half-hearted attempt to cut her off before she could ask any of the predictable questions, that he doesn't take a bottle yet. She nods thoughtfully. We go back to our waiting stance. A few seconds later, she pipes up, asking, "How does he eat if he doesn't take a bottle?"
It takes me a second to process what she was asking. I respond as kindly as possible (because I am the type to wear my emotions openly and I want to avoid my incredulity embarrassing her), "Oh, he is breastfed." She stammers a little, apparently taken aback by my response, and suddenly seems to be totally engrossed in something in the far corner of the restaurant.
When I get outside, I tell Dave about our exchange. Without missing a beat, he blurts out, "Photosynthesis." I cock an eyebrow and allow this to sink in. I laugh heartily when I realise this is how he feels I SHOULD have answered "how does he eat?"
I really wish I could think of things like that as quickly as he does. A baby seems to make people think they have carte blanche to ask whatever they want (like my friend with twins who is asked regularly by complete strangers if they were conceived naturally or via fertility treatments), so having a few zingers like that in my pocket to be used as necessary would lead to a little less annoyance and a little more satisfaction on my part.

Lessons in bottle-feeding learned the hard way

Isabel wouldn't take a bottle - no way, no how, so I never used them. Bottle-feeding Orin's water has led to a few lessons, some learned the really hard way.

1) When traveling with a bottle full, while the cap keeps the nipple clean, it doesn't keep the bottle from leaking. Use that little blocker doo-dad to make sure you don't lose 3/4 of the water your child will need on a day when you are on the run. This will help prevent a great many tears from all parties involved.

2) The measurements on your average bottle are NOT accurate. They are all off by between 5 and 15ml. This may not matter to most, but it does to us. I always carry a bit more than I officially need and use the syringes for measuring as a result.

3) Venting systems are a god send when you are feeding in the volumes we are. The poor little bugger blew up like a balloon after just one feed if we didn't use a vented bottle. And, to be clear, the bottles that have a little hole in the side of the nipple and claim that is a venting system are crap.

4)Cleaning bottles is way more work than having a shower ;)

5) Bottle preference is a very real thing and can be a problem even after breastfeeding is well-established. I am very glad that I put my foot down and made my ultimate goal of exclusive breastfeeding very clear. Things have come together very well thanks to putting the tube in rather than pushing the bottle; he is gaining weight and meeting milestones and SO happy. That is what it is all about.

Musings...

The strangest things can make you take pause and reflect. Today, for me, it was hanging laundry.

You know how the clothes on a clothesline can tell outsiders a little about their owners? You see scrubs, you guess nurse or doctor. You see teeny tiny baby clothes, you picture a new mom or a mom-to-be prepping her new little one's wardrobe. You see blankets, sleeping blankets and odds and ends and imagine a camping trip having just ended.

Hanging the hodgepodge of yoga pants and hoodies, jeans and t-shirts, small skirts and sundresses and tiny sleepers and body suits, I smiled at how the changes in my life were reflected on that line.

I used to hang clothes one day per week and the line's contents were comprised entirely of jeans, t-shirts, cute baby-tees, my work clothes and the bedding that was in the wash more for the fresh air smell from line drying than because it needed to be cleaned.

A few years later, I could be found hanging laundry a couple of days per week and added in the mix were more comfy clothes and tiny items covered in hearts and butterflies and drenched in pink and lavender.

I hang clothes several times per week now. There's a lot more bedding in the mix now due to bed-wettings and spit-up. More notably though are the small bits of blue, the sleepers with robots and soccer balls and the awww-worthy gym suits featuring Baby Tigger and Cookie Monster.

Just by watching my laundry, a person could see the transformations our family has taken and could see me clip each piece up with the deepest affection for what our life has become.

Review of Cloth Diapers

All cloth diaper users have preferences as to what works for their family - pocket, AIO, fitted, prefold, hemp, bamboo, cotton, snaps, velcro....I could go on forever. Well, throw a kidney disorder into the mix and things get a little more complicated. If I am being honest, we are struggling. Below, I will elaborate on pros and cons of the various types of dipes and accessories we are using.

Bumbooo size 2 Fitted - I was really excited about these diapers. I had heard so much about the absorbency of bamboo and absorbent is what we need. As fitted diapers, they need covers. We are using some that we got with a used lot that I bought on kijiji. They are simple kushies pull-on covers made of rubbery/plastic material (I can't find them on the net). I need to find some wrap-type covers for these, but these will do for now.
Look & Material - These diapers are cute, no question. They are soft and fuzzy and they look like the stereotypical, adorable cloth diaper of old. The elastic is strong, but not too tight. Unfortunately, they have to be covered with our crappy (PINK!!!) covers.
Fasteners - Snaps...loving this. Total snap convert and I will not be buying any new dipes with velcro.
Absorbency - Keeping in mind that I am dealing with a very specific situation (the kid is now drinking 760-800ml of water/day on top of nursing every 2-3 hours), I am a little disappointed with the absorbency. These diapers provide the opportunity to have 2 layers between bum and the cover for someone Orin's size. They also came with what they describe as a night time insert. In order to give Orin about an hour in these diapersr, I double layer the diaper right at the front (where he, as a boy, wets most) and then use the insert to double layer toward the back and put a third layer in the front (laying it flat in the diaper) OR quadruple layer the front. When I change him, he has almost inevitably soaked all the way through and the entire front of the diaper is soaked (waist to midway between his legs and hip to hip). This is not practical for any time other than those days spent hanging around the house.

BumGenius 3.0 OS pockets - I bought these as part of a used lot on kijiji. I was pretty keen to try these because I had a number of friends who had recommended them to me. They can be stuffed with whatever I inserts I want.
Look & Material - These basically look like disposables, but much cuter. They are the slimmest (depending upon how I stuff them) of the diapers we are using. I much prefer the PUL outside to the plastic material of the covers I am using with the fitted diapers.
Fasteners - Not a fan of the velcro. It doesn't hold the diaper closed as tightly as the snaps - it slips. I am sure that this is partially due to age and washing. Speaking of which, the laundry tabs basically don't hold the tabs in place anymore, so the tabs themselves are taking more abuse as a result.
Absorbency - the absorbency of these diapers is dictated by the inserts. I can stuff these well enough to last about 2 hours, as a rule. The night thing is that the fleece layer against his skin keeps him very dry, despite how much he has wet the diaper. I will discuss inserts below.

Chinese Prefolds - the other diaper included in the kijiji lot I purchased. I had no idea what to expect.
Look & Material - These are simply flat layers of cotton (extra layers in the middle where most wetting would happen). These are the old school diapers that people used to use pins to fasten (I am sure some people still do, but there is now a slightly less dangerous product called Snappis that do the same thing). They need covers. They are pretty cute ;)
Fasteners - As I mentioned, I use Snappis. They work surprisingly well, but require a little practice.
Absorbency - This is where the rubber hits the road and, in our house, these are a joke. Orin peed while I was fastening one of these on him and there was pee dripping out of the outside of the diaper before I got the fastener done :P I am using them as stuffing for the pocket diapers.

Inserts
Bamboo - Thin, but absorbent. They surprised me.
Hemp - These are dense and soak up everything. I put one of these in every diaper I stuff.
Cotton (including prefold diapers) - least absorbent and must always be supported by something else.

Claudia's Choices soap - I like it so far. I am not running into any problems with residue and it gets the diapers super clean almost every time (and a few hours out in the sun will get any stains out of diapers).

What works for us?
~vinegar in the wash...a tip I was given by a few cloth-using friends and I will never go back.
~stuffing pockets with fitted. If I really worry about him (his bum is rashy or I figure he is going to fall asleep or he has just drunk a lot of water), I will stuff a fitted diaper and an insert into the pocket diaper. This gives him extra absorbency and the fleece between him and the wetness. It gives him a giant bum, but it does the job.

If I am being honest, I am still using disposables a lot more than I want to. I am still trying to figure out how to make these work for us consistently during awake times. I don't expect to be able to use cloth at night - the boy soaks through disposables on a nightly basis (yes, I do a lot of laundry....thanks for noticing ;) ), so cloth is not an option, but I think we can do it throughout the day and even during naps. Keep your fingers crossed for us and if you have any advice, feel free to dole it out.

Some Milestones for the Girly Too

Last week was a busy one for Isabel.

We went through a rather unpleasant stint of bedtime drama that seems (fingers crossed) to be on its way out. Part of the issue seems to be that her imagination has exploded. She had a couple of nightmares, where she roused (didn't wake entirely) very upset, but unable to articulate what was wrong. She is also seeing dinosaurs in her blind, which is causing trouble getting to sleep.

She also went to her first movie - Shrek 4. Not including about 15-20 minutes toward the end where I let her play matching games on my iPhone to keep her entertained, she did really well! She wasn't a fan of wearing her 3D glasses, but was more cooperative about it than I expected her to be. Most importantly, she seemed to really enjoy the experience. Unfortunately, by the time they turned the lights on after the movie and I could get a photo of her with her glasses, she was beginning to meltdown because it was naptime. I think we are going to take her to see Toy Story 3 as well though, so hopefully, I can get one then.