My Baby Sleeps Too Much

I've been asking around, and the general consensus is that a baby cannot sleep too much. So when I say he sleeps too much, I mean for me.

Since becoming a mom, I've hesitated when I begin to tell another mom about my sibling that died in 1992. I hesitate because now I think about how terrifying the story must be for other mothers.

What I can tell you that will hopefully relieve some of the worry in this story is that the condition my sister was born with has been studied much more since she died, and is now included in many mandatory newborn screens. I was very relieved to see it listed in the pamphlet the hospital gave us that outlined everything they were testing for.

I'm not a doctor, but the best I can explain is that my sister received her four month vaccinations and had a reaction to them because of her metabolic condition. I cannot explain the medical details because I don't clearly understand them. Because of the nature of her death, it was considered SIDS.

The grief of a five year old is something that is difficult for me to explain, and I know it is difficult for others to understand. The main emotion that a child (in my personal experience) feels is confusion. I remember vividly that I felt like I needed to act more sad because everyone around me was sad. I remember not crying, but feeling like I should. I remember having fun playing in the funeral home lounge.

What I don't remember is much afterward. My mom has told me some of the questions that I asked, and to be honest they were pretty morbid. I know that my little mind was just trying to make sense of what had happened, but even now it breaks my heart to think of what my parents went through trying to explain it to me. And just in general, it breaks my heart to think of what my parents went through.

Without consciously being aware of it, my mind coped in many different ways. Until I was a teen, there were only two friends that I felt comfortable with staying the night. I hated being away from my parents because when I was, I would worry that they were going to die too.

My parents never had another child, and didn't adopt until I was an adult. This left me terrified of babies for most of my life. As a teen I didn't think I would ever want to be a mom. It didn't occur to me at the time, but I didn't like babies because I was afraid of them. Even babysitting older children, I would have to check on them obsessively to make sure they were still breathing.

And then my brothers were born. I was forced to share my personal space with a newborn, and then a year later, another newborn. My brothers' presence made me get over my fear of babies. Once I fell in love with them, I was terrified to lose them. I would often go into their room to check on them, but only if they were quiet. Because if they were crying, I knew they were alive.

That is why it bothers me so much that Isaiah sleeps so often. If he's awake and looking at me, I know he's alive.

Knowing When To Accept Help

I wrote this post a last week for Hellobee, but it was just published. I couldn't wait to tell you all about our decision to quit my job, so I wrote my last post in the mean time. That says a lot that this post does, but I still wanted to share it because it has a different story added in. I'm not one to hesitate to tell you how I'm a crazy person, so enjoy.

I was raised an only child. I don't work well in groups. When something needs to be done, I do it. Alone.

I have a system for almost everything. Cleaning, taking care of the baby, cooking. You name it. Every single activity I do, is set up for me. I approach cleaning the house as a one person job. Taking care of the baby as a one person job. Cooking...well...stay out of my kitchen.

You may wonder how I can have a successful marriage with this very individual frame of mind. My husband is also an only child. We are fine sitting in different rooms doing our own things. We love being together, but we can also function separately.

Recently, I quit my job. With very mixed feelings of happiness and sadness, I knew it was what I wanted to do. But I didn't know that doing what I ultimately wanted could make me such an emotional wreck. I'm happy that I can be home with Isaiah. I'm relieved that we don't have to find and pay for childcare. I'm excited to teach him things and be present for his firsts. The sadness comes from ending a very important part of my life because I feel like my job is the last part of "pre-Isaiah" me that was left. I've had a job for 13 years, with the exception of a 3 week stint of unemployment directly before I started this last position. I used to love leaving jobs and starting new ones, but I never left a job that I loved. With my last job, I didn't love my actual job, but I loved my coworkers and I've never had that in a job before.

 
My New Employer

Now, I'm always working. When I can't finish the dishes or the laundry, I feel like I've failed because I'm home all the time. That is my job now. But my last job; I was good at it. It wasn't hard, but I really excelled at what I did. Now, everything is new. I'm still learning to be a mom. I'm trying to balance being a mom with keeping our house in order, and it's hard.

To make a long story even longer, I need to give you some details from the past week or so. First, my mother-in-law got married. Not only did she get married, she pulled off a very nice backyard wedding on fairly short notice, which required the help of all family members. This required my husband to be at her house most of the week working on things there. Second, my husband is a big comic fan. There was a local comic-con he went to and stayed most of the day because he knew people involved. The next day was a dog show out of town. We have lots of dogs that compete in these shows. While he's been doing all of these things, I've been staying home with the baby. I've been trying to put on my brave I-can-do-it-all face. So when he left town for the dog show, I was left at home with Isaiah to clean the house and get ready for the 15ish people we were having over for dinner that night.

I promptly had a meltdown. A crying and yelling on the phone, once or twice in a lifetime, meltdown.

A few hours later, when Isaiah and I were watching TV feeling sorry for ourselves, there was a knock at the door. Josh's two aunts and his cousin came in and asked what I wanted them to do. This question has no answer when it is asked of a person who does everything for herself. I never think in the frame of mind that the cleaning would be so much easier if I could split it with someone. So they narrowed it down for me. One person took Isaiah, one person took the bathroom, the other took the living room and I did laundry. They saved me hours of cleaning.

For the first time in my life, I realized that maybe this independent attitude isn't always the best thing for me. I need to know how to ask for help, and when to accept it. It's nice when it's forced on me, but I can't count on that to happen.

How do you find that balance? More importantly: How do you keep the house, cook, and care for the baby? I need tips.

Another Big Change

Don't get excited, it isn't that big of a change. At least not to you, but it is to me.

First of all, I got this back. I left my calendar at work on my desk and just got it back yesterday when I went back to clean out my desk.

You read that right. I had the courage to quit my job. I thought it was funny that was on today's date because tomorrow is my official last day, even though I'm really already done.

With very mixed feelings of happiness and sadness, I knew it was what I wanted to do. But I didn't know that doing what I ultimately wanted could make me such an emotional wreck. I'm happy that I can be home with Isaiah. I'm relieved that we don't have to find and pay for childcare. I'm excited to teach him things and be present for his firsts. The sadness comes from ending a very important part of my life because I feel like my job is the last part of "pre-Isaiah" me that was left. I've had a job for 13 years, with the exception of a 3 week stint of unemployment directly before I started this last position. I used to love leaving jobs and starting new ones, but I never left a job that I loved. With my last job, I didn't love my actual job, but I loved my coworkers and I've never had that in a job before. Also, I was good at what I did. This being a mom thing is still all new, and it's hard.  And if you say "but you doooo have a job!" I might hit you. I know that being a mom is work, but you also know what I mean.

I'm really at odds with my feelings right now. I've wanted to stay at home forever, but now I realize that I really thrive on a 9-5 schedule. I need structure, and these past 11 weeks have been very structure-less. My biggest problem is adjusting to my own expectations. I feel like I'm supposed to do absolutely everything. I mean, I'm home all the time, why not? I feel a little like I need to overcompensate with doing everything because I'm not bringing home a paycheck anymore. It also makes it hard that my family isn't supportive of our decision. Everyone has their own opinion though.

I guess, what I'm getting at, is that I need tips, suggestions, or help knowing how I'm supposed to do this.  How did you adjust to being at home?

Survival Guide: 0-2 Months

We, like many other parents, got a crash course in gear once Isaiah came home. I'm not kidding you -- I had no idea what most of this stuff was for, and even had to take pictures of some of it to ask others what I was supposed to do with it.




Feeding:

1. Bibs - As a spit upper, the bibs have helped me cut down on wardrobe changes.

2. Formula Divider - This has been a lifesaver when we're on the go. I can pre-measure before we leave the house, and if Isaiah needs to eat while we're out, I can just dump one of the compartments into a bottle of water and he's ready to eat.

3. Gerber Cloth Diaper Burp Cloths - I wish I had known this sooner. These are much better and more absorbent than the terry cloth with cute prints on it sold as a burp cloth. I'm a true believer.

4. Playtex Vent Aire Bottles and Dr. Brown's Bottles - We started out with the Playtex bottles at the recommendation of a friend. We didn't really have any problems with them, but Isaiah tends to spit up when he is on formula, so I wanted to try the Dr. Brown's Bottles to see if they helped now that we're off of the donated breast milk. I've noticed a slight improvement, but will most likely keep using both types of bottles.

5. Munchkin Bottle and Nipple Brush - I didn't know what the nipple brush was when I first saw it. It came as part of a diaper cake, so there was no packaging to be read, and I couldn't figure out how something that bristly wouldn't ruin something. It has turned out to be a life saver. Our dishwasher is great, but it seemed like the breast milk would never get completely out of the nipples, so I used the brush for that. The bottle brush is great for those times when there aren't enough dirty dishes for a full load, so I'll wash by hand.

Sleeping:

1. Bright Starts Ingenuity Automatic Bouncer and Fisher Price Rock N Play - The bouncer is our favorite for daytime sleeping, and the Rock N Play is our bassinet alternative. I didn't get a bassinet because I was certain that Isaiah would sleep in his crib from day one, so I'm grateful that I had the Rock N Play because that first night we came home, I knew I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He's still sleeping beside our bed in the Rock N Play and he loves it. Double bonus for both -- they're at an incline which helps with spitting up. If I lay him flat, I'm asking for trouble.

2. CD Player - Isaiah loves music. Especially B.B. King. I have noise apps on my phone, but those just don't cut it. A friend gave Isaiah a CD Player and his very first CD. It also plays radio, so we've had a few jam sessions in his bedroom.

3. Halo Sleep sack, Woombie, and stretchy blankets - We got a microfleece sleep sack at the hospital, and we've continued to use it because he sleeps so well in it. It's starting to get warmer now though, so I've taken to putting him in the sleep sack with only his diaper on, or wrapping him in a lightweight blanket with his clothes on. We also use the Woombie at the recommendation of a friend, and it works well. I like the lightweightness of it.


Travel:

1. Graco Snugride Travel System and Jeep Stroller - The infant car seat has ultimately been a great thing to have. It was less than 30 degrees when we came home from the hospital, and carrying Isaiah to the car to put him in a convertible car seat was out of the question for me. That being said, we do have a convertible seat, which has its own perks, but for the colder weather, I prefer the infant seat. On our first trip to the mall we used the accompanying stroller and it was fab. The cup holders are a dream and Isaiah slept the whole time snug as a bug. While it isn't necessary to have two strollers, it was a blessing on the day Josh took my car to work that had the stroller in it. I had to assemble the Jeep stroller so we could go on our walk. The weather was too nice to stay inside. We aren't going off road strollering, but the Jeep stroller is pretty amazing. It is a bit taller than the Graco stroller, so it makes it easier on the back. I like that this stroller will last long after the infant car seat goes away.

2. Diaper Bag - We have a very large Eddie Bauer diaper bag that I picked out from Target. Within the first few days I realized that I didn't need something quite so big right away. I shelved it for a later date and switched to this Peg Perego diaper bag when I received it as a gift. I love it because I just throw my wallet and keys in the front pocket and leave my purse at home. Carrying one bag is the best when you're also carrying the carseat.

3. Car seat cover - I ordered our cover from Carseat Canopy . They have them advertised for around $50, but if you use the code CARSEAT you only have to pay $12.90 for shipping. I wanted to go this route instead of the cover that has elastic around the edges. Just a personal preference.

Health:

1. Enfamil Vitamin D Drops - When Isaiah was using the donated breast milk, our pediatrician told me to get these drops to supplement his Vitamin D. Now that we're using formula exclusively I haven't been using them, but they were a necessity the first seven weeks.

2. All Free & Clear - I used this on our clothes before Isaiah was born, because it is one of the least expensive detergents that won't ruin your clothes. We're still using it instead of buying the more expensive baby detergents. Isaiah isn't having any skin issues from it.

3. Nivea Cream - I fought my mom on this one. I have a cream that I pay quite a bit for from Target. It's an all natural baby cream that I've used as my face moisturizer for years. I just knew it would be the best thing to take care of Isaiah's dry skin. But I was wrong. Nivea cream is really the only thing that has helped his dry skin.

4. Vitamin A&D Ointment - I use the generic of this, mostly to make sure I'm getting the right thing. I almost bought the diaper rash cream when Isaiah was first born because A&D is a brand name as well as the name of the main ingredients. The hospital told us to use this, and we still do.

Optional:

1. Diaper Champ - The first seven weeks this wasn't a necessity. Isaiah's diapers didn't really smell and he didn't poop all that much because of the breast milk. Now that we're off of it, and on formula, they're pretty gaggy. I chose the diaper champ because I don't have to buy refills for it, and the design is pretty uncomplicated, as well as being affordable. In the coming months it will be necessary, but the first seven it wasn't.

2. Boppy - This was the one baby item I knew I needed to have. And it turns out it's just a pillow. The only time I really use it is if I'm putting Isaiah on his back on his play mat to avoid spit up. It is nice to have, but not necessary for a non-breastfeeding mama.

3. Summer Infant Babytouch Color Video Monitor - In the future, this will be a necessity, but since we're not using the crib a whole lot yet, we haven't used this monitor too much either. When we have used it I've loved it.

What did I miss? What couldn't you live without?

Freezer Meals

I love to cook. Since the moment I stepped foot into my Nanny's kitchen as a teen to learn how to make Thanksgiving dinner, I've been hooked. Cooking is my creative outlet, and Josh approves.

Trust me; I'm no Julia Child. When I say I love to cook, I mean I love to come up with easy ways to make good food. Typically if I'm reading a recipe and decide it has too many ingredients, I don't make it. I don't necessarily buy into the thought that from scratch is the best and only way. I do like simple unprocessed food, but realistically I'm not going to sit and roll out my pasta on the dining room table.

My new love is my slow cooker. I really got into it when we first got married because I had never cooked with one before, but it was quickly banished to the basement with my other extra cooking items that didn't fit in the kitchen. The basement is where things go to be forgotten.

I've been on Pinterest long enough to have an entire board dedicated to freezer cooking. It was always intriguing, but I always had all the time in the world. I enjoyed cooking, so spending time in the kitchen after work wasn't a big deal.

And then the baby was born.

A week or so before Isaiah was born, the crock pot was resurrected from the basement, and returned to its rightful place on the counter top. I spent two and a half hours making five crock pot freezer meals. Just those five meals lasted us through the first threeish weeks of Isaiah's life. I make a lot of food because we don't have a problem eating leftovers. I'm not saying doing this will last you that long, but it helped that we had kind people bringing us dinners. Anyway, I didn't need to grocery shop for three weeks. It was phenomenal.


I got away from using the crock pot after that. It didn't go back to the basement, but I took a short break. The weather was getting warmer and we weren't really in the mood for winter food. I decided this week that I wanted to go big grocery shopping and make meals for the freezer. The first time I got away with using someone's plan and we ended up with only one meal we weren't huge fans of. We're picky. Picky in that we don't like beef and noodles, pot roast, or any of the other typical crock pot meals. Do you know how popular those recipes are?? Josh also doesn't consider it a meal unless it is based around meat (because I'm married to Ron Swanson from Parks & Recreation), so the fun pasta recipes are out.

 I quickly decided I needed to just come up with my own plan.

This batch of meals are based on these recipes:

• Hawaiian Chicken
• Beef Curry
• Fiesta Chicken Casserole
• Sausage & Lentil Stew

They're all crock pot recipes, but I've changed them all a little and made them freezer meals too.

Hawaiian Chicken 5 drumsticks 1/2 c white sugar 1/2 c vinegar 3 garlic cloves, minced 2 T Soy Sauce 1 can pineapple tidbits with juice Mix all in a freezer bag. Cook on high 4-5 hours or 6-7 on low. I thaw them a little with running water in the sink. It's hard to close the lid with a solid square of food.

Beef Curry 3 pounds meat (I used beef. You can use any meat you want.) 1 tablespoon curry 1 head garlic, peeled and smashed (approx 10 cloves) 1 large onion, peeled and sliced 1 (14-ounce) can coconut milk (full fat is best) 1 teaspoon of cornstarch Add all ingredients to freezer bag. Cook on high 4-6 hours or 8 on low.

Fiesta Chicken Casserole 1 1/2 cups raw brown rice, rinsed 1/2 cup broth or water (I used water). 1 cup prepared salsa 1 (15.25-ounce) can corn, with juice 1 (16-ounce) can black beans, drained and rinsed 3 to 4 chicken breast halves, fresh or frozen 8 ounces sliced mozzarella cheese Put everything except rice and mozzarella in the freezer bag. When you're ready to cook, spray your stone with nonstick spray, just in case. Put the rice on the bottom of the crock pot and then the bag ingredients on top. Put the mozzarella on top of everything. Cook on high 4 hours or 7 on low. I garnished with Doritos. That's how I roll.

Sausage & Lentil Stew

1 cup lentils

2 cups beef broth

1 package smoked sausage (precooked)

1 cup chopped carrots

1 (14.5-ounce) can diced tomatoes

9 ounces fresh spinach

Add all ingredients except the spinach to the bag. Cook on low 5 hours. Add the spinach at the very end and cook for 15 more minutes. It will look like a ton of spinach, but it's mostly water, so it will cook down.

The best thing about the whole thing is that this is the only mess I had to clean up. Not pictured is my Calphalon Chef knife that I clean immediately after each use and care about far too much.

Do you have any favorite crock pot or freezer meals?

Two Months

As much as I tried to stop him, Isaiah turned two months anyway.
Stats from his one month appointment (28 days old):
Weight: 9lb 2.75oz - 50%
Height: 20.25in - 25%
Head: 14.75in - 75%

Two month appointment:
Weight: 11lb 15.25oz - 50%
Height: 22.25in - 25%
Head: 15.75in - 75%

 
Eating: We made the switch to Dr. Brown's bottles this month, and they actually seem to be working. We have/had a spit up issue, but the new bottles seem to be helping out a bit with that. I thought they were just overpriced gimmicky bottles, but it turns out they work for us.  

Sleep: Isaiah is still an amazing sleeper. He is still sleeping in the Rock N Play bassinet next to our bed, and seems extremely comfortable there. I've tried him in his crib a few times. He will sleep there for a short period of time, and I'm not forcing it, because I'm not entirely ready yet. Umbilical Hernia: It is still there. I don't see much of a change in it. It is still soft like the doctor said it should be, but it isn't going away quite yet. His doctor is still not concerned.  

New this month: Our baby started smiling like crazy this month. He's done the sleepy smiles since he was born, but we got our first awake smiles around 4 weeks. And they're not just for me smiles; he smiles for everyone. Isaiah started screaming (seemingly for fun, nothing was wrong), and it scared me to death. He also has this loud and long inhale noise that has startled me, my mom, and Josh. We've had a slobbery month too. He's drooling like crazy.
  Likes/Dislikes: Isaiah likes his floor mat with the piano. It has a mirror that he laughs at every time he lays down. He doesn't hate tummy time, but he would rather do his tummy time laying on someone's tummy. He likes to be swaddled, but also likes to fight the swaddle. He likes to listen to Michael Jackson, B.B. King, and whatever I'm singing to him. He got a CD player for his room, but we only have one CD, so we've been singing along with the radio a lot. He loves when my brothers sing the ABCs to him.  

As Parents: I personally think the second month was much easier than the first. I've sort of found my footing. Even though we're still having new things every day, I seem to take them better in stride. All of the smiling that Isaiah does helps so much to relieve stress and brighten our days. He's such a sweet baby, and we know he loves us. We do the dumbest things to make him happy too. I've never been afraid to look silly, but some of this stuff has me asking myself if I'm serious.

What Is Infertility?

This is the second year I've known about Infertility Awareness Week. Last year is the first time I came out to our friends that we were going through infertility by posting a link about infertility on Facebook.

What I've found is that lots of people don't know what infertility is characterized as, or just how many are living with it.

The CDC defines infertility as not being able to get pregnant for a year or more while actively trying. If a woman is 35 years old older, that shrinks to 6 months. Women who can get pregnant, but cannot stay pregnant also fall into this category.

Infertility occurs in 10% of women (6.1 million in the US) ages 15-44.

One of the most overlooked facts about infertility is that it isn't just a female problem. Many men experience infertility as well. On the CDC's website, they say that 1/3 of problems are on the male side, 1/3 are the female, and the other 1/3 are from both partners. The urologist we saw gave different statistics, but basically what they're saying is that men are involved here too.

Male factor infertility can have as many different factors as female infertility. Men can be born with the issue, sustain an injury, or develop some other type of blockage. Lifestyle choices also impact fertility in men. Alcohol, drug, tobacco usage, along with environmental and age factors play a role in fertility health.


The most common factors that inhibit female fertility are PCOS, Endometriosis, Pelvic Inflammatory Disease, uterine fibroids, and ectopic pregnancy.

For women, the same lifestyle choices that limit men have an effect on female fertility. Age, tobacco, alcohol, stress, and weight all have effects on your fertility.

The testing to find out what the problem is, is emotionally exhausting. I feel fortunate to know what my diagnosis is, but some couples get an "unexplained" diagnosis. Finding out the problem in a woman calls for monitoring of temperature, cervical mucus, and ovulation test kits. The more invasive procedures are the HSG (X-ray of fallopian tubes and uterus in which a dye is injected), and laparoscopy (exploratory abdomen surgery).

Men take a semen analysis in which the count, shape, and movement are evaluated. Treatment options range from simple diet and supplement changes, to surgery (varicoceletomy).

There are numerous medications that both men and women can take to improve their fertility.

Other options that you may have heard of for a couple with infertility are procedures like IUI (intrauterine insemination) and ART (Assisted Reproductive Technology). ART includes a few different methods, one of which is the commonly known IVF. All have been proven to help infertile couples achieve successful pregnancies.

What the CDC doesn't really touch on is the emotional aspect of infertility. To be honest, I think this is the hardest part of it. The appointments and tests are just obstacles you have to get through, but the emotional pain lasts long after you've left the doctor's office - it never stops.

If you're still in the infertility closet, I would encourage you to talk to someone about it. I never knew how much love and support I could have until I started telling people. I'm not saying that you need to broadcast your problems, but make sure there is someone you can trust to talk about it with. Or write it down. Find some way to get it out of your head so you can process everything you're going through. I think many women instinctively keep the pain of infertility on the inside. For one reason or another, it's easier to not talk about, but it is so hard on us.

If you don't have anyone to talk to, please feel free to talk to me.

TTC #2

Now that we've adopted, I think we fall into the rather unique category of trying to conceive our second child while having not conceived our first.

Alright, it isn't that unique, but it sounds kind of funny.

While I'm no where near ready for another newborn, we have been talking a lot about our other kids. The ones who haven't been born yet, or we haven't met yet.

We feel strongly that in the future, I will get pregnant. We believe it is going to happen. We have faith.

Now that we have Isaiah and saw how everything was meant to happen, it's easier to go by faith. I wish I could have said that sooner, but now I know, without a doubt, that everything works out how it is supposed to.

At the same time we learned of Isaiah and his birth mom, we had decided to take a break on the infertility treatments. We were waiting until the beginning of the year to reassess our position and hopefully be in a better place financially to take on the more expensive medicines. All at the same time our well laid plans were tossed aside for the amazing life we're living now.

My periods were still incredibly irregular so I went back on birth control. I was on BCP for ten years and when I went off of it when we started TTC I realized that it was just a bandaid for PCOS, not a treatment at all. I didn't want to go back on it, but had noticed my PCOS symptoms had dramatically increased while I was off. I wasn't watching my diet as well as I had been, but the weight gain was still there. I tried to take it off and had the hardest time. I don't think it's unfair to say that in order to lose weight women with PCOS have to diet and exercise a lot harder than others. By diet I mean healthy eating, nothing extreme. I tried low carb diets that are recommended for people with PCOS, and I found out that I really hate low carb eating.

So anyway, I went back on BCP with hopes of losing weight by regulating my hormones again to where they were when I lost weight so easily in 2007. The goal is to lose enough weight to start ovulating on my own, and hopefully get pregnant without a doctor.

You know what is hard? Losing weight with a newborn. It's hard to make myself get out of the house and exercise. Eating right is hard because meal times are not what I'm used to. I eat when Isaiah decides I can, and sometimes I'm past the point of hungry and straight into starving by then.

But that's the plan. Lose weight. Ovulate. Get pregnant.

We're absolutely open to adopting another child, and we both agree that we will be happy even if we cannot conceive a biological child. We have our child. Any others that come along will be equal and additional blessings.

So I think we're officially TTC #2. We're used to waiting. 

Boston

I avoid writing posts about current events. I don't like to do it because everyone else is already talking about it. I have to turn off the news because I get overwhelmed by everything reported.

I prefer to find a short article that summarizes the events rather than watching hours of news coverage that replays a short clip over and over. I only want to read it once, and I usually don't go back for updates. My coworkers discuss the news enough that I really haven't had a need to watch or read it for three years.

I guess what I'm getting at, is that Boston is different.

Whether it be that I'm a new mother and I'm extremely sensitive, or that we know someone who was there and I heard the worry in Josh's voice when he asked me to call to check on them, I'm not sure. But for me, this was hard.

On September 11, 2001, I was 15 years old. It sounds like an age where something as tragic as 9/11 would be understood, but to be honest, it wasn't. I didn't know what was going on, I wasn't clear on what had happened, and I didn't comprehend the big picture. I knew lots of people died, but all that occurred to me was that they died. Not that their families lost them. Not that thousands of families would never be the same. Not that I should be grateful for the ability to live and breathe.

Boston is no September 11. But for me, Boston is different.

I had just sat down to feed Isaiah when the alert came through on my phone that there were two explosions, and my heart sank. I got goosebumps and without even knowing any more detail than I just gave, I began to cry. Without knowing what happened, I knew it was bad. I knew with all of the people in attendance, someone wasn't going home to their family.

This is the part I didn't get when I was 15. Those people won't be home. And those who have lost limbs can, but may never run again.

Knowing that families have been torn apart, and lives have been forever changed, makes my heart break.

I went on a long walk with Isaiah this morning. I feel like I'm a fairly grateful and positive person (besides by sarcasm, but I'm still sincere), but I found myself, for the first time, thanking the Lord for my legs and feet. For the ability to walk with my son, and if I ever choose to, run.

When something tragic happens like this, I often take a leave of absence from the internet and social media. I stop posting, not because it isn't important, but because my issues, and all of my thoughts I put on Twitter are not important. When something like this happens, I realize how selfish my thoughts are. I realize that I need to be more present in my life and in my relationship with God.

Events like this don't make me realize how much I love my son, this makes me realize how much I have to lose. I have an incredibly blessed life, and the fact that I'm a mom now changes everything.

Letter To My Future Self

Isaiah is six weeks old and so many things have happened lately that I don't want you to ever forget.

I want you to always remember the amazing circumstances in which he came into your family. I want you to remember that against all odds, you became a mother. You agonized over infertility for years and you began to believe your family would only contain two people and sixteen dogs. You wanted this baby so bad, so when he begins to irritate you, and do things he shouldn't, please think back to how much you wanted him. Think of how much you loved him before you ever met him. Think of everything you went through to become his mom.

Remember his first smile at four weeks old. Remember how you felt when he flashed that big goofy gummy smile up at his mama. Remember how even at four weeks old he could show you he loved you. Remember that even though you are not his birth mama, you are the only mama he knows. Remember that no matter what, he loves you, even if he doesn't like you.

I want you to remember what a wonderful baby he was those first six weeks. Remember how he let you sleep and how he loved to listen to music with you. Remember his giant yawns that made your heart melt. Remember how he furrowed his brow as if to ask if you're being serious.

Remember how much change you went though. You were 27 years old and scared to death. You had no idea how to be a mom, and within six weeks you were catching spit-up in your hands on purpose. You were an expert booger picker and you finally got Isaiah to not cry during a diaper change. You learned how to get his clothes over his giant head, and you know all the right places he liked to snuggle.

Remember how hard it was to leave him with anyone besides Josh. It was even hard to leave him at your parents house. Leaving him at child watch at the Y was out of the question. You wanted him to use his crib in his own room from day one, but you couldn't stand to be away from him, so he slept next to your bed.

Lastly, please remember how you questioned if you were a good parent. Remember how you wondered if you were doing the right thing by not encouraging his birth mother to keep him. Remember how you questioned if he could love you because you hadn't carried him. Also, remember the day when you realized that was all ridiculous. Remember the day you knew, without a doubt, that Isaiah knew you were his mom, and you knew that he was meant for you.

Reproductive Endocrinologist

As I said last time, I was very hesitant to admit that there was something wrong with me, and couldn't figure out why my regular doctor couldn't help me get pregnant.

I knew seeing a RE would be expensive. Very few states offer infertility insurance coverage, and our state isn't one of them. I knew my HSA would be quickly wiped out and we would be left to pay out of pocket.

When I was finally ready to admit that I needed the RE, I made the appointment, and to much disappointment, we weren't able to get in to see him for months. We don't live in an especially rural area, but we also aren't a buzzing metropolis. There are a few doctors in our area, but this one is the best we have. He has an office where we live and another in Indianapolis, so he isn't always available. However, we are very fortunate in that his office is only five minutes from home. I've heard of lots of couples who have to travel pretty far to see their doctor.

For our first appointment we met with the doctor and discussed what we had going on. He looked over my medical records and the results of Josh's semen analysis and gave us his recommendations.

I was to start Metformin, Provera, and Femara.

I've said before that I have PCOS with absent periods. Two weeks before we were to see the RE my period decided to make an appearance. And in true form, didn't want to leave. The flip side (for me) of PCOS is a never-ending period. I'm all or nothing, people. By the time we got to this appointment I was on day 18 of (sorry, not sorry for this next part) extremely heavy bleeding. For example, Mr. P and I went to a movie after our appointment and I had to get up to go to the bathroom three or more times. It was horrible, and even though I knew the horrible side effects I get from Provera, I couldn't wait to take it.

The Metformin was prescribed to control my metabolic syndrome. I'm not saying it isn't possible, because I have lost weight before (hello, white wedding dress) but it is hard for women with my type of PCOS to take weight off and keep it off. The extra body weight adds to the hormone imbalances that make up PCOS and it becomes one of the most vicious cycles ever. Many women are prescribed Metformin as a way to lose some weight. I'm convinced that this only happens through the diarrhea it causes (again, sorry, not sorry).

Josh's only instructions were to not smoke his weekly cigar and to cut back on his nightcaps (and basically to not do anything at all he might enjoy), and to standby.

The RE wanted to use Femara because of the side effects I felt with Clomid. He was willing to start our first cycle right away and prepare for our first IUI. I was pumped. I just knew I was going to get pregnant. I even had my BFF on standby for a celebration recipe of cheesecake stuffed strawberries dipped in chocolate, because, you know, yum.

I started the cycle and was disappointed to find out that nothing happened. Not only did nothing happen, even less happened than would have if I had taken Clomid. Literally, nothing happened. I was down $1,000 and all it bought me was an extremely uncomfortable baseline ultrasound (you know they do those WHILE you're bleeding, right? Awkward.) and an extremely overpriced blood draw.

But, I needed to get pregnant, so we went for it again. I had a higher dose of Femara and just knew it was going to happen.

To make a long story short, it didn't happen that time, or the next. Or the next.

By the time my Femara chances were maxed out, I was desperate to try Clomid again. The headaches weren't that bad. I could handle it.

After our last failed attempt at oral medication, the nurse called me and suggested we consider IVF, and I lost my mind. I was mad, I was sad, and I was heart broken. I felt ripped off, and taken advantage of. I felt like my doctor was just trying to make money instead of doing what I needed. I was mad that I hadn't seen my RE once since our initial consult. I felt abandoned.

IVF is an amazing option, and an incredible opportunity for those who choose to use it. I don't have any religious reasons to not try IVF, but I've always known that it just isn't for me. I have lots of blogging friends who have had healthy and successful pregnancies through the beauty of IVF, but when I was told that I was at that point, I broke down.

In my mind I knew I wouldn't ever go that route, so it felt like the end to me.

I called the office back and told them that I couldn't do IVF. I asked the nurse to speak with the doctor about other less expensive options.

When she called back she said the doctor wanted to move to IUI with injectables. When she told me the cost, I knew we couldn't do it.

It wasn't so much the cost, because we could have made it happen, but it was the point. We have a lot of student debt already, and I began to consider what kind of life we would be welcoming our child into if we created even more debt for ourselves with fertility costs.

I asked the nurse to talk to the doctor about another Clomid cycle, and Josh and I decided if it didn't work we were going to take a break for a few months to reevaluate and gather funds.

That Clomid cycle didn't work, and I haven't been back to the RE. I don't think I have officially quit using his office, but (read this next part like Ross Gellar) we're on a break.

What is your relationship like with your RE?

TTC Sucks

TTC is draining.

It starts with "It has been three months and I'm still not pregnant", but then three turns to six, and six turns to however many months you're at right now.

For us, our bump in the road (not in my abdomen) came six months in. I stopped taking the pill and we decided to let things happen naturally. Naturally, nothing happened.

My OB/GYN told me that if we didn't have any results within six months to come in to talk to her. I went in, but figured it wasn't a big deal, it was only six months. I was diagnosed very young with PCOS, so I kind of knew, even if I didn't fully understand, that it wasn't going to be as easy for us as it would be for some people. At the same time, I felt the extreme disappointment of every failed pregnancy test. And when I started ovulation tests, those negatives hurt too.

The thing about trouble TTC is that it is all negative. The test results, your feelings, your attitude. All negative. Your plus one is really a minus one. The dream of eating for two is really eating for yourself and in my case, my feelings (ice cream works wonders). If someone gets pregnant, it's hard to be happy. Which in turn, makes you feel negatively about yourself for feeling negatively about them.

I don't know that there is a standard protocol for the time limit between TTC with no issues, and trouble TTC. We went nearly two years before we saw our RE for the first time, and I think that is rather excessive.

My OB/GYN wanted to try to make me lose weight, and was reluctant to let me try some of the oral medications that help many women get pregnant. She has an extremely natural approach to medicine (I don't think she is even with the practice any more because she went somewhere to do holistic things). She said that I have anovulatory cycles which is the absence of a cycle at all. I don't ovulate on my own, and while Clomid is the most commonly used treatment to this, she wanted to try a natural way. Being uninformed about my options, I went with it. She was my doctor, she would know what was best, right?

I'm not an all natural kind of person. Don't get me wrong, my boobs are real. I don't buy organic (no offense intended if you do) and in my eyes, "all natural" reads as "higher cost". I don't really care to eat tons of chemicals, but I think organic ketchup is a joke. Organic canned food? Really? It's canned. But I digress. When it comes to wanting a baby, I didn't feel that all natural was the way to go.

When I went off of the pill I stopped having periods at all. It was amazing. No cramps, no bleeding, but also, no baby. For the first time in my life I wanted a period. It was so weird. My doctor started me on Prometrium to induce a period. Thinking this was my only option (surely my doctor would give me something cheaper if it were available, right?) I took it. And I took it. And I took it. And nothing happened. My doctor didn't have me doing anything besides having a period every month. Fabulous. Once it was apparent that I wasn't going to start ovulating on my own, she switched me to a progesterone cream that I had to order from a special pharmacy that would make and mail it to me. I had to rotate the locations that I applied the cream twice a day (wrists, shoulders, neck, or knee pit). This allowed me to have a cycle, but it was only 20 days long. And we were still doing nothing to encourage ovulation.

To be honest, I should have taken a stand for my own health long before I did, but that is neither here nor there. When I finally had enough, I switched doctors. The new doctor listened to my wishes, and immediately got me prepared to start the medications my other doctor had been holding back on.

I did four cycles of Clomid at 100mg before my OB/GYN decided to send me to the RE. I was having headaches on the Clomid (but I also ovulated once) and she was concerned of my risk of stroke. Honestly, and maybe carelessly, I wasn't concerned about stroke. I was concerned about being pregnant. I was pissed that she gave up so easily. I didn't want to see the RE because nothing was wrong with me. I wasn't infertile and she was a quitter.

Several weeks and many breakdowns later, I made the appointment with our RE. That post is coming up soon.

How long did you wait to move on to the next step?

The Adoption That Wasn't

This is a post I wrote for Hellobee.com when I first started writing there earlier this year. I never posted it on this blog because most of the information is already here, just jumbled around in different posts. 

Mr. Polish and I waiting on our Mini Polish to arrive and change our lives forever, but just so you know, this isn't our first manicure. (I wanted to say rodeo, but I feel like that is Mrs. Cowgirl's territory more than mine).

In the summer of 2012 we first entertained the idea of adopting. I don't know if you all have ''the grapevine'' where you live like we do, but it is a major form of communication here. We heard about our first birth family through the grapevine. We discussed it with each other, with our parents, and most importantly I discussed it with my BFF. Everything was a go. I contacted an adoption attorney to gather information about how to proceed. Our attorney directed us to a local social services agency to begin our home study.

Suddenly, without even knowing it, I fell in love with a baby I had never met, or even knew the sex of. I had all these ideas of how I wanted things to be, how I wanted birth announcements to look, who I wanted to watch our baby, getting our baby onto our Y membership, and almost every other thing you can imagine. I had all of our ducks in a row. I knew the attorney we were to use. I had all the paperwork from social services. I was getting ready to tell my boss that if everything went well I would be taking a leave of absence. I started pinning adoption links. Picking out clothes. Losing my mind.

And then the birth mom changed her mind.

I was so upset, to say the least. I was crushed, and at the same time I felt like I was being selfish for being upset. I felt like I should have been happy because the birth mom stepped up to take responsibility.  It was so hard because I felt like she stole our baby. The baby that was hers all along.

And I thought that was it for us. I thought we were done. I couldn't get pregnant, and I couldn't successfully adopt. I began to get used to the idea of just the two of us. We decided to not continue with the home study, and just take every day one at a time, when suddenly the grapevine fired up again, and months later we found ourselves in our current situation.

Our first birth mom's story got around to our current birth mom. Before our current birth mom reached out to us, she found herself confiding in a woman in her church about her pregnancy and the decision she had made. The woman she confided in is related to our first birth mom and she knew what we went through the first time.

What I'm getting at here is that if we hadn't known about the first birth family, we wouldn't know about our current birth family, and we wouldn't be anxiously awaiting the arrival of our first child.

It's kind of funny how life works out.

One Month

It is hard to believe, but Isaiah is already a month old.

Stats from his newborn appointment (6 days old):

Weight: 7lb 6.75oz - 50%
Height: 19.75in - 50%
Head: 13.75in - 75%

He got this look from me.

Stats from his one month appointment (28 days old):
Weight: 9lb 2.75oz - 50%
Height: 20.25in - 25%
 Head: 14.75in - 75%

Eating: Isaiah loves to eat. He is doing great on the breast milk, and decent on formula. We use the formula most when we're running low on breast milk, but once we're stocked back up we lean a little more heavily on that. He spits up less, and seems more comfortable on it. At first I wasn't completely sold on the idea of thawing and bottling breast milk that wasn't mine. Not to mention having it spit up on me, but we're past that. I got over it quickly. Isaiah is a perfectly healthy boy, and I'm certain his eating habits have a lot to do with it.

Sleeping: Isaiah is a sleeping champ. I shouldn't say this, and you can hate me if you want, but he sleeps forever. I actually asked the doctor if he was sleeping too long and he said it might be a good idea to wake him to feed more often. However, he said he is very healthy and gaining weight as he should, so I'm not really sure why I would wake him. Umbilical Hernia: Isaiah has the biggest belly button I've ever seen. The doctor told us it is completely normal and should go away on its own by the time Isaiah is one. In the hospital they told us it was because the cord was so thick. I've never seen anything like it. As long as we can push down on it, he is fine. I test it to make sure he's alright, but it's pretty gross to push down on it. I'm not good with things like that (so I became a mom. Brilliant.)

Newborn Screen: I was particularly interested in the newborn screen the hospital did before we left. They test for 45 inherited disorders. Every baby born in Indiana is tested, but I would assume that other states do similar tests. The test is completed at 48hr or within the first five days. They pricked his heel and filled five circles on their special paper. This test made me feel much more at ease with Isaiah. The only medical history I have for him is what his birth mom told me, so this test is incredibly valuable to me.

His family has a history of Sickle Cell Anemia. Another disorder that is particularly important to me is Medium Chain Acyl-Coenzyme A Dehydrogenase (MCAD) deficiency. Did you get all of that? With it, the baby is unable to use fat as an energy source when sugars are unavailable. When my sister was born in 1991, this was not something that was tested for, and rarely heard of. My parents had no idea she had this until it was far too late. I had no reason to believe that Isaiah had it, but it's just one of those things that I feel better knowing they're testing for.

At his one month appointment his doctor told me that everything on his newborn screen was negative, and our son is healthy as can be.

As Parents: During the past month I've struggled to adjust to being a mom and not going to work every day. The shock from it all was much harder and more delayed than I expected. Week two was probably my hardest. It doesn't help that winter plans to last until June for us this year. I am feeling much more confident as a mom and better about all I'm doing for him. I know that we don't have anything to do with his genetic background, but I feel that we have a hand in the fact that he's so happy and content.

We've been blessed with one amazing child.    

I Don't Want to Be His Adoptive Mom

I was looking through some of my various social media profiles and they all include "adoptive mama".

This was a title I was thrilled about for the past six months. I wanted everyone to know we were adopting a baby and we were going to be parents. It was so exciting.

Now that I am a mom, I find that I want to drop the "adoptive" part. I just want to be Isaiah's mom. This surprises me. I think a part of me thought we would always be different than other moms and sons, but now that we're here, it doesn't feel like we're different.

A friend suggested that I should be willing to tell people that Isaiah is adopted so that our story can benefit others. While I don't entirely disagree with this, I also don't want to make Isaiah feel any less of our son. I won't tell people: "This is my adopted son, Isaiah".

I don't have any problem telling our story, and I intend to be open with Isaiah about his adoption, but I don't feel like I need to tell everyone who asks about him. I have things to give him from his birth mom, so I definitely don't intend to act like she doesn't exist.

When others who don't know that my brothers are adopted comment on our age difference my family usually responds with something like "yeah, it's a pretty big gap", or something equally vague. Is this wrong? You might think so.

As Isaiah gets older it will be obvious by looking at us that he is adopted. Or people will assume that (read this next part like we're on Maury) Mr. Polish is not the father.

He is my son, and I am his mom. I know absolutely everything there is to know about him. I don't know what the biological connection feels like, but I can tell you that I don't know how much more connected or bonded I could be with him. I've never known another person like I know him. To me, adoption isn't even a thing. He is as much my son as any child could ever be. I shouldn't speak for Mr. Polish, but I will anyway. He feels the same way.

In doing this, we're actually also respecting his birth mom's wishes. From the first time we met her, she told us over and over that she doesn't want us to call him our adopted son, just our son.

How much do you share?

Un-Book Worm

I was told that this post is a tad judgy. I'm sorry if you feel that way, no judgment is intended for parents who read parenting books.

That title is incredibly inaccurate. I love to read. Before Isaiah was someone we knew about, I read all the time. I find reading extremely relaxing.

I saw Mrs. Magic Wand's post about how she read all kinds of baby/pregnancy/parenting books, and it got me thinking.

I ordered two books before Isaiah was born. I knew I didn't need one that had anything to do with pregnancy, so I went straight for Your Baby's First Year and What to Expect the First Year.

In theory, they're great books. I'm sure lots of moms have learned priceless information from these books. What I learned was that I handle situations easier if I don't know what is coming.

When we first started TTC I got What to Expect Before You're Expecting. I read all about how I should chart my temperature, and all of those other lovely things that are recommended with TTC.

I found out very quickly that I couldn't handle all of that. Testing and charting made me anxious and life was much easier without that added stress.

Same thing with the baby books. I got to the part about preemies in both books and panicked and couldn't read any more. I was aware that it was a real possibility, but I'd rather deal with it if it happened, not worry about it all the way until he wouldn't have been a preemie anymore.

The whole time I was trying to read these books, Josh kept telling me that it was dumb to read because "a caveman can do it".

So I finally gave up. I put down the books. I actually gave them all to our doula and asked her to pass them on to any clients that might want them.

And here we are. Taking things as they come. Using our pediatrician's advice as our expert, and if necessary, Google.

Where do you stand? Fancy book learnin' or wing it?

Baby Blues or Post Adoption Despression?

I wrote a few weeks ago about my massive just-home-from-the-hospital breakdown. Things were pretty stable after that, but looking back, I've noticed things had slowly gotten a little worse.

I don't consistently feel sad, but I feel afraid of the unknown. I don't feel the need to do my hair, I don't do my makeup, and I'm wearing the same clothes that used to be specified gym wear. I didn't leave the house for two solid days and I really thought I was going to die. Then, when I did leave, it was so much worse. I felt panicky, lonely, and worst of all, worthless. No matter how much I tell myself that I'm doing things right, Isaiah is well taken care of, and we're doing the best we know how, I can't seem to convince myself.

We're all familiar with postpartum depression (PPD), but something I've only recently learned of is Post Adoption Depression. Seriously, the acronym is PAD, like you're sad because you're on your period, go put on a PAD. I'm not saying that to you if you happen to suffer from PAD, that is what I was saying to myself in my head. I've never been diagnosed with depression or anxiety, but I do occasionally feel like maybe I should be. I also occasionally feel like I have a medical degree, and I love to play "Which of These Disorders Do I Have Today?". So I'm not officially diagnosing myself with this, but I do think it's something important that often goes unsaid.

I did a Google search of "Post Adoption Depression" and immediately I had tons of resources right in front of me. I found the Child Welfare page of the US Department of Health & Human Services website to be the most helpful.They say, if you're struggling with three or more of the following that you should seek professional help:

• Loss of interest in being around others or engaging with your new baby or toddler.
• On the verge of tears many times in a day.
• General fatigue, along with irritability.
• Sleeping too much or too little.
• Significant weight gain or loss.
• Excessive or inappropriate guilt.
• Difficulty concentrating.
• Feelings of worthlessness, powerlessness, or hopelessness.

I feel like I fit more into the "Baby Blues" category, but I have a hard time accepting that because I haven't gone through the hormonal ups and downs of pregnancy. So I'm turning to you. Is this just a phase?

Alright Mama, tell me your symptoms again.

 

Your Life Is Changing: Part 2

I wrote back in February about how we kept hearing all of these huge changes were coming to our lives. This is the after post where I revisit my statements, and eat them if necessary.

• Your life is over.

My life has just begun. Seriously. In order for my life to have been over, I would have needed one to begin with. I'm an incredibly boring person, and I enjoy it. Now, I have things to do. I have a person to take care of (an additional person. I'm pretty good at taking care of Josh). No, I don't have the free time I once had. I don't sit and read entire books in a day, but I also don't want to. I want to hold my son, and I want to spend time with him and my husband. My life is far from over.

• Are you sure you want kids?

Of course I'm sure, and of course I do. My feelings on this matter haven't changed at all. As much of an adjustment it has been bringing Isaiah home, I'm already thinking about our next child. Of course it wouldn't be easy if we had another newborn right this second, but if it happened, we would do it.

• You'll never see your friends again.

Does this start after they've all visited? I've seen more of my friends in the past week than I did in three years. Seriously. We have things in common again. They have kids, and we joined that club. We have things to talk about again. I know we're just starting in this, but I don't anticipate this being true.

• Your marriage will never be the same.

Preach the truth. My marriage will never be the same, because once you add depth like this, it won't go away. We both agree that since Isaiah was born our marriage has gotten much stronger. We are working together as a team. We love each other. We rock this.

• Your XBox time is over.

Whoever managed to make this happen, please let me know.  I'm seeing no such evidence.

• I will become Josh's manager.

Not in the slightest. I have thought about this statement a lot though, and I think it has to do with the personalities of the husband and wife. We went into this consciously avoiding the manager/managed situation. We both still do what we want. We talk more about things before they happen, but I'm not his boss, and I don't want to be.

I will admit that the one thing I didn't understand before Isaiah was born was the amount of overwhelming and all consuming love that I feel for him. Never in my life has my heart melted at the sight of a sleepy smile or yawn. I've never instantly loved anyone, but I can't say that anymore. If I ever tell an expectant parent that they don't understand, it will be the love that I speak of.

I mean really. Look at that face.

SAHM: Stay At H-OMG

It's no secret - I would make an excellent stay at home wife. I tried for years to make it work out for me. I always offered to stay home and take care of the house, but it never quite worked out. The chances of me finding work as a stay at home wife in these parts is highly unlikely. The one time I thought it might finally work out for me, I was offered my current job the next day and it really wasn't something I could refuse.

Joshua and I have always talked about me being at stay at home mom, and I've always been super in to it. This may be the first time you're hearing of it. I don't often share this because as a whole, my family is fairly disapproving of this career choice. I do have a bachelors degree, and someday Isaiah will know as much about history as I do. I would love to be at home raising our children, teaching them things, going places with them, enjoying my days with them. That is the bright rosy part of it that is so appealing.

What I didn't get until recently, is that it isn't all butterflies and daisies.

I have a great job, but it's just that - a job. I wouldn't miss the work, but I would greatly miss the people. I have been getting regular updates on how boring the office is without me. The one I got today from my boss told me that one coworker picked his nose and almost bled out, another thinks they have a brain tumor, someone else has a lot of gas, nothing funny happens without me there, and everyone talks to him and he just wants them to shut up. I actually miss that and I honestly didn't expect to.

One of our good friends was in town the other day. We don't see him often, and when we do, he and Josh spend basically the whole time together. There is nothing wrong with that, but it gave me my first dose of stay at home motherhood.

I'm not sure how you all do it. I had gotten so used to the help I was getting from Josh that the instant he was away and I wasn't able to ask for his help, the difference was extremely apparent. And it was hard. And it made me wonder if I was really cut out to be a SAHM. (By the way, my SAHM status is still pending. We're not 100% sure it will happen). I mean, it's an unending job. The only thing I keep reminding myself is that I have been able to succeed at everything else I've put my mind to (except for being a cashier. I wasn't so great at that). So maybe if I decide it's going to work, it will.

Did anyone else question their decision to be a SAHM?

Finding A Photographer

Finding a photographer can be hard. From the moment I knew about Isaiah I knew I wanted newborn photos taken. To be honest, it was way before I knew of him. I think I even had a Pinterest board with ideas on it.

Michele Snyder Photography is a business that my good friend owns. I have always loved Michele's photos, and when she advertised a Christmas special, I knew it was time to buy. I have a hard time letting go of control, so I made a board on Pinterest specifically so Michele could see the photos I already loved. She did such an amazing job of capturing Isaiah how I asked her to.
 Picking a photographer can be difficult though if you don't already know someone you'll use. Keri Meyers Photography has a great guide on what you should look for in a photographer.
 First, check out your photographer's portfolio. I think this is the single most important part of choosing a photographer. Obviously you wouldn't choose someone who didn't have work that appealed to you. Right? Right. If you're looking for newborn photos or any photos at all, look to make sure they photograph that specific category. Some photographers are specifically family/newborn and some are wedding only. The mom of a girl I know from college only photographs cats, so there is that. Make sure you're picking the right one for you. The portfolio is the best indication you're going to find. Second, check references and reviews. Happy customers will spread the word about their photographer (I told everyone how much I love ours). Check to see what previous customers think. It won't hurt anything, and you'll get a better idea of the feel of the photographer. The more you know, the better.
Third, check experience. Honestly, I think their portfolio will be the best example of their experience, but it doesn't hurt to ask. Everyone has to start somewhere, and a naturally talented photographer may not have a ton of experience.
And lastly, cost. I would have used Michele even if I hadn't gotten the special, but cost is important. I would love to say that price doesn't matter, but it does. However, I would have paid more for newborn photos than I probably would for anything for myself. It is one of those things, you know. They're only newborn once.
Our session was split in two. We went to Michele's home for the newborn shots of just Isaiah and the next day she came to our house for the lifestyle shots that we were in with Isaiah. I'm fairly hesitant to be in professional photos, but this is one of those times where you just suck it up and do it.

I love the pictures from his nursery. What am I saying? I love them all.


And that's us. One little happy family.        

All photos by - Michele Snyder Photography

  

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Open Adoption v. Closed Adoption

I've had lots of questions about the type of adoption we entered into with Isaiah.

We entered into this as a completely closed adoption.

When we first met our birth mom, she didn't want any contact. She didn't want to see Isaiah in the hospital, and she didn't want any contact with us.

After that I started going to her doctor's visits with her, and we talked regularly. Neither of us expected it, but we formed a bond. I don't know for certain, but I think it is safe to say that I'm one of the more consistent and most dependable relationships she has had in her life.

A few months in, she told me she would like to have pictures sent to her from time to time. I told her I didn't have a problem with that, and I don't.

A week before Isaiah was born, she told me she wants to be able to send him gifts at Christmas and birthdays. We agreed that she could do this if she went through a third party, but that she wouldn't contact us directly. We decided who the third party was, and everything was set.

Right before we left the hospital, our birth mom and birth father came into the room to say goodbye to Isaiah. Our birth father has not been part of the adoption at all. We met him late last year to see if he would feel comfortable allowing us to adopt his child. He and our birth mom are not and were not married during her pregnancy, so his parental rights were terminated last year. The last I had heard, he didn't want to see Isaiah. We were surprised then when he walked into our room to say goodbye. He hugged Josh and asked him to send pictures from time to time. He held Isaiah and told us that he looked like his family, and then told us that he was happy for us.

Our birth mom had a tearful goodbye, and to add to it, she didn't only say goodbye to Isaiah, she was also saying goodbye to me. I'm not putting myself higher than I belong, but as a consistent part of her life, she is losing that too. As much as I was able, I tried to take care of her, and be a good support to her. I didn't expect to feel sadness toward someone who also caused me such pain in the weeks leading up to Isaiah's birth.

Just after Isaiah said goodbye to his birth parents.

I know that open adoptions are what is said to be best, but it isn't something we're entirely comfortable with. We didn't put any limitations on the adoption that our birth mom didn't agree with.

I've read about open adoptions on Hellobee and other community websites, and I don't know how those families manage. Perhaps the distance they are from the original adoption date helps to calm the anxiousness, but the way I feel right now, I couldn't do it. Emotions are still too high.

Saturday after we left the hospital, the person we chose to use as a third party ran into our birth mom and asked if she had heard from us. The third party told her that she hadn't, and I felt like that was unfair.

Later that day our birth mom text me, and even though we agreed not to directly contact, I felt like it was a good thing. She wanted to see if everything came back well on Isaiah's newborn screen. I told her that he is as healthy as can be, and that I hope she is doing well. She never text back, so I can see that she is honoring her word.

There was no way I could not respond to her question about Isaiah's well being. I've felt intensely sensitive and compassionate toward her since we left the hospital, because when I try to think of how she might be feeling right now, it breaks my heart. I feel physically ill if I cannot see Isaiah, and thinking about what she's going through absolutely hurts.

If you have, or know someone who has an open adoption, how does it work?

Comparison Is the Thief of Joy

I tell you, Theodore Roosevelt knew what he was talking about when he said that.

As a new mom, I'm lacking the confidence that I typically have in every other situation I'm involved in. Nearly all of our friends already have children, and some are on their second, so I'm the late entrant into the Mommy Game.

While we were still in the hospital and in contact with Isaiah's birth mom, I felt so upset because he knew her and not me. Being completely illogical, because he had just met me, but had been with her for nine months, I felt like I was doing something wrong by adopting him because he clearly loves her. Once I settled down a little, I realized that just as we have to get to know him, he has to get to know us. I'm amazed and delighted to see how quickly this has happened.

We have had lots of visitors since we came home from the hospital, and one of our friends with a new baby came over to visit. When she went to change her son's diaper I noticed that she had a onesie underneath the outfit he had on, and immediately I started to think I was a bad parent. I only dress Isaiah in his outfit, and almost always have a receiving blanket with him. If we're going outside he has his fluffy green blanket that goes in the car seat with him.

So when they left I started telling Josh how I feel so bad because I under-dress our son and I must be a bad mom.

He looked at me and gave me his exasperated look that I've come to know so well, and reminded me that just that morning we had been at the pediatrician's office and Isaiah's temperature was nearly perfect.

It is hard, but I have to remind myself to take a step back and realize that I'm not other moms, and Isaiah is not other children. He is my son and I am his mom. Ultimately I know that I'm doing what is right for him, I just need to remind myself from time to time. Or Josh will.

An additional note, I've had a lot of people curious about how our relationship with each other is. I can honestly tell you, as Josh told me this afternoon, our marriage already feels stronger because of Isaiah. This is not to say that all marriages should, or will. If you try to compare yourself to us, you'll most like start to feel like I did about the onesie situation. Every relationship is different, as is every child and situation.

I told my infertility friends this too, but it can be said for everyone: it doesn't matter what someone else is going through. Your situation is unique to you, and no matter what anyone says or thinks, you know what is best for you. 

Now I'm off to read about how to practice what I preach.

Twitter Archives

Natalie posted the other day that you can now download your Twitter Archives, so of course I was insanely interested to see what some of my first tweets were back in 2010.

Here are a few:

1-11-2010 "A squeaky rail gets it done". Advice from my mother.
1-12-2010 Correction: My mother's advice was "A squeaky wheel gets it done...you know because they want you to shut up."

Proof that you do become your mother. Before I saw that my mom said it, I thought for sure it was from my grandma.

1-12-2010 Wisdom from Nanny: "It's the squeaky wheel that gets the grease, but she was on the right track".

I guess it's something we grow into?

1-20-2010 My favorite thing I've heard this week: "I know your mom Pam...she's married to your dad."


No idea who said that, but it's still pretty funny.

1-21-2010 The song "We Laughed Until We Cried" makes me cry every time I hear it.

Still true.


2-12-2010 Me: "Do you need anything from the store?" Josh: "Not unless you want to pick up a birthday card for yourself."


Oh babe.


2-17-2010 I love how my neighbor Nanny doesn't need a cup of sugar...she needs a can of kidney beans.

Also, we went to Florida once and she packed beef stew meat in her carry on. True story.


2-25-2010 Nanny's lesson on fighting: "Make sure you get the three course meal, and if you can't, at least make sure you get a sandwich."

I'm this close to starting a "Sh!t My Nanny Says" Twitter account.

4-2-2010 "If we could buy her for what she's worth, and sell her for what she thinks she's worth, we'd be rich". Another Nannyism

This must be around the time that me and my cousin Nick started appropriately calling them Nannyisms.


4-6-2010 Just took my first polygraph test. I guess I'll find out once and for all if I am the mother.

This just made me laugh out loud.

4-16-2010 My boss just told me that 80% of child molesters and rapists are left handed :/

That was my third day of work. Seriously, my first day was 4/13.

6-13-2010 Only my Nanny would consider beef as something she'd need to take in her luggage for vacation.

Proof.

I have to stop myself or I'll be at this computer all day.

My New Role

For so long I've been the person who longingly looks on at glowing mothers and their beautiful babies. I have always wanted to be the one pushing the cart that had the baby staring out of its carseat at their mama. I've wanted to be the one who talked to the baby in the backseat of the car. I've wanted to be the one carrying the baby in the wrap papoose thing.

And now I am.

I truly have everything I've ever wanted, and it is just as wonderful as I always imagined it being (I'm only a few weeks in, so give me some time).

But as I've said before, I haven't forgotten about infertility.

In the short time since Isaiah has been born, infertility has been on my mind more than ever it seems. I feel infinitely more sensitive to other infertile women, because now, I have the appearance of a fertile woman. I look like someone who won.

And to be honest, I did win. It's a mixed emotional feeling I've been having. I will never be anything but happy about Isaiah, but I don't want infertile women to look at me and feel the way I did looking at other women with children. While I want to be sensitive to that, I will not shout from rooftops that Isaiah is adopted. I talk about it here, but in public I don't. Isaiah isn't my adopted son, he is my son.

Josh asked me a few days ago if I had ever considered doing anything with our experiences. I have lots of ideas in my head of what I might do down the road, but Josh got me thinking about what I can do now. Most infertility support comes from the internet, and it isn't always positive. I'm tossing around the idea of a peer-led support group. I've tried to find one in the Fort Wayne area and can't come up with anything.

So I'm asking you for ideas. What can you come up with as a way for me to reach out to other women facing infertility, in a positive and encouraging way?

Also, if you're interested (or know someone who is) and you're not in the Fort Wayne area, we can use Google Hangouts to video meet (we use it in the book club that I'm loosely a member of these days). 

I want to thank you in advance for anything you offer, and thank you all so much for being so supportive to me and my small family. We appreciate all of it.

Big yawn.

Wonder Woman Cries, Too.

I better start out by saying that I'm not actually Wonder Woman.

That was hard to admit.

When we were in the hospital, the only time I cried was for a very short time when Isaiah was born. After that, I think I went into shock survival mode where I was just trying to get through to the time we could leave.

The relief that the adoption was over, the relief that Isaiah was born, the nervousness of taking care of a newborn, and the uncomfortableness that was not being in our own home caught up with me as soon as we got home.

We walked in the door and tried to introduce Isaiah to our dog. Amico is the best dog I've ever known, but he's extremely enthusiastic in everything he does. When he's interested in you, he needs to be on top of you. When he plays, he plays hard. When he wants the couch, he will push you off of it. We've had him for 7 years and he is a member of our family. He lived outside for a few years, but when we bought our house he came inside to live with us.

He loves everyone.

Amico has never seen a newborn, and was extremely excited to meet Isaiah. He was too excited and it was very upsetting to me. I burst into tears because I jumped to the worst case scenario and decided we had to get rid of the dog.

I was a blubbering mess. Wailing on and on about how it wasn't fair of us to bring the baby home and get rid of Amico "Because I loooooove him! This is his home too!". Josh was a little unsure what to do.

He put me in our bedroom and said "I'm going to close the door, and you do what you need to do. I've got everything under control out here.".

So then I started crying about how Josh is a better parent than me because he wasn't crying. I was crying because I was crying.

Then I started to think about our birth mom. I cried for her because she left the hospital hours before, knowing that she wouldn't see Isaiah again for a very long time, if ever. I hadn't seen him in ten minutes and couldn't handle it.

And then I cried about the color of the curtains in the bedroom. Ha. Just kidding.

The three of us fell asleep and when I woke up I felt so much better, and we laughed about how crazy I am.

I'm happy to report that I've been fairly stable since that night, and now we have a great story to tell Isaiah about the night he came home.

Adopted and Breastfed?

I have to tell you, the first time I ever heard of an adoptive mother taking the required hormones to induce lactation, I was so grossed out. I have no problem with breast feeding, and honestly, I feel a little guilty that I'm not able to.

I am able to, if I take the hormones. After three years of fertility treatments, I don't want to take one more hormone for the rest of my life. It may be selfish of me, but I need a break from all the medicine. Mentally and physically.

Also, I've seen Mrs. Jacks on Hellobee say many times, that often birth mothers are uncomfortable with the adoptive mom breast feeding. I can see her point in this, and it helped strengthen my argument to not do it (but my own personal feeling was really a strong enough argument).

I had coffee with my friend Amber who is a doula a few months ago, and she suggested looking into donated breast milk for Isaiah. My first reaction was similar to my induced lactation response. But then I started to think about it, and I don't really know why, but this didn't bother me. It may have something to do with the milk being in a bottle, and not coming directly from the breast. This is the best conclusion I can come up with. So I brought it up to Josh, and he was less than enthused. He was leery of it, and I finally dropped it.

I decided to strictly formula feed, because lots of babies (me and Josh included) are exclusively formula fed, and we've turned out fine. There is nothing wrong with formula, but it is expensive.

I really never said anything else about it because I had moved on. But our friend’s wife had an enormous supply and their last child is almost done with breastfeeding. We know this couple well, and we trust them. She is an excellent mother and we actually say often that we hope that we parent like they do. They were more than willing to help us out, and Josh arranged everything on his own! Two days before Isaiah was born, they stocked us up. I even had to get rid of the turkey we had in the freezer. Serious stuff, because food does not go to waste in this house (it still didn’t. I gave it to my Nanny who will use every bit of that turkey, including the bits you didn’t know it had).

The two bags on the top rack are full of milk.

 They brought it in this gigantic bag.

 And it filled our sink.

To be honest, I don't know how long a supply like this lasts. I've read lots about how much and often newborns eat, but I've never actually experienced it, and I don't really know how much is here. We're still going to use formula, but this will provide Isaiah with the added boost we really wanted him to have. This makes us feel so much better about his nutrition, and the quality of nourishment we're providing.

While we're discussing donated milk, I want to address what I've heard about it. This is a controversial thing. People are weirded out by it. Heck, I was. What bothers me the most though, is that you are able to buy and sell breast milk on Craigslist. This I absolutely do not recommend. I don't even like to buy furniture on Craigslist, let alone the nourishment for my newborn child. We feel confident giving Isaiah the breast milk because we know the source and we trust her. If you are planning to use donated milk, please take the necessary precautions to protect your child. Because honestly, nothing is more important.