Sunny San Diego

Well we did it. We took Graham on his first trip across the county and succeded with minimal crying and fussing. Jeff, Graham, and I hopped on a plane to San Diego to see my dear friend Lydia, her sweet husband James, and their adorable daughter Ruby. Graham and Ruby were supposed to be only 2 weeks apart, but Graham changed that when I had to deliver a month early! However, 6 weeks isn't that big of a difference, and the older they get, the less of a difference it will make. Graham had lots of firsts this past week. His first airplane ride, his first trip to the zoo, his first time to pet an animal, his first time at the beach, his first time to see fireworks, and his first time to hold a girl's hand. I'm just hoping he didn't see the fireworks while he was holding Ruby's hand. I don't think I can handle this romance moving that swiftly. The babies were quite adorable interacting with each other. They were especially adorable when they were screaming in unision as we fought our way through LA traffic! Fortunately the majority of the time they were good tempered babies which made for a fun and relaxing trip. We ate lots of Mexican food, went to a Dodgers game, saw Michael Jackson's star and people trying to sell Micheal Jackson T-shirts for $100, saw the Hollywood sign, went to a couple of beaches (This time, thankfully, we did not accidentally end up on a nudist beach!) roamed around for hours at the San Diego Zoo, and simply enjoyed the company of good friends. I am so sad they live so far away! It was a great trip, and even though Graham will never remember it, I think he had a great time as well.

Lucky Number Thirteen

For me, 13 has always been my lucky number. I was born on December 13th, so I always wanted to be number 13 when playing basketball or softball. If I ever needed to choose a number for an activity, it was number 13. It just made sense that I found out I was pregnant on June 13th of last year. I took a couple of pregnancy tests on June 11th and a few more on June 12th. The results? Well, two times I was pregnant and three times I was not pregnant. How are you supposed to know what to do with that information? Can you be quasi pregnant? The first positive was so faint that I had to make Jeff look at it closely to insure I wasn't hallucinating and making a plus appear. He confirmed that it was a very faint plus mark, but how could we explain the negative tests? On Friday, June 13th I left work early and went to the doctor's office to have a test. I saw the nurse practitioner and she told me because it was so late in the day, she would not have the results until Monday. I burst into tears. I'm not talking about a few tears rolling down your cheeks. I'm talking about the tears that make it hard to breathe. I couldn't even finishing talking to her because I was so upset. There was no way I could wait until Monday to find out if I was pregnant. She tried to console me and sent me to the lab to have the blood test done. While I was waiting, the receptionist told me I had a phone call. Who could be calling me in the lab? Of course it was the only other person who knew I was in the lab, the nurse practitioner. She told me that my doctor was on call that weekend and he had agreed to wait and and call me with the results. I was so relieved but still completely emotional. I continued crying while they were taking my blood. It was not that it hurt me, it was just that I needed to know if I was pregnant! The nurses probably thought I was dying of some disease. Anyway, after I got home, Dr. Chesney gave me a call. "It's positive," he simply said. It is so sweet for me to remember what I felt like after hearing these words. After absorbing that information for a second, I told Dr. Chesney that his office probably thought I was crazy because of my crying. In good humor, he said they were used to that sort of think in an OB-GYN office. Crying and women just go together I guess. I should have known that my tears were just another symptom of pregnancy. Yes, I was finally pregnant and a year later I have a sweet little 4 month old. As Jeff continues to remind me, God has been so faithful to us, so why wouldn't He continue to be faithful? It would go against His very nature not to be faithful. But I have to remember that even if God hadn't given us Graham, He would still be faithful. Reading about Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego is a clear reminder of that! So the 13th, even Friday the 13th, is a very very lucky number for me. Okay, it's not lucky. It is a very very very providential number for me, because I know there was actually not even an iota of luck that brought this baby into our lives. I am so glad God gave us Graham.

Cute as Can Be

Baby boy clothes- sometimes I feel like its so hard to find ones I like! When I was first pregnant, I always looked at the girl clothes. I could find girl clothes that I liked just about anywhere. Boy clothes, well, that was another story. They have to be soft and you still want a boy to look like a sweet baby even though he's a boy, right? The problem is that some of the boy clothes that I really like are really expensive. Now that Graham is getting a little older I have started to put him in some more "manly" attire, and I'm sure Jeff is quite thankful! But even as Graham has outgrown the newborn stage, he is still a little baby that needs to look cute and cuddly. My mom just bought a few new outfits for Graham from Janie and Jack, and I think they are adorable. They are retro, cute, and oh so soft. The prices were reasonable too! I think Graham is going to look like quite the stud in his new clothes.

"Just a Spoonful of Sugar Helps the Medicine Go Down"

Graham does not like medicine. And when I say doesn't like, I mean he absolutely abhors, completely detests, would rather do anything else in the world than to take a few drops of medicine. Graham got sick for the first time last Wednesday. Ironically he was already scheduled to go to the doctor that day for another round of shots. I told the doctor that he felt really warm to me, but my thermometer said he only had a temp of 98.6. The nurse took his temperature and sure enough my little baby had his first fever. For some reason Graham has the tiniest ear canals and none of the doctors can see in them to determine if he has an ear infection. The doctor said the pressure in Graham's ears was a little unusual, so he went ahead and prescribed some amoxicillin. I had forgotten about the good old bumble gum medicine. It used to be like dessert when I was a kid. Almost as good as Luden's cherry cough drops. Come on, do those cough drops do any good whatsoever? They taste like candy! Anyway, I was trying to give Graham his medicine, and as you can see, I don't think he got much of it. He goes into freak out mode when he sees the syringe. He closes his mouth, tries not to swallow, and arches his back like he's trying to jump out of your arms. I was defeated by a four month old. Oh well. Maybe next time I'll get it down.

A breastfeeding saga

I was going to try to have a line or title of a song as the subject for every blog; however, I think that must come to an end today. I can't think of a song that has the word "breastfeeding" in it, so I will just have to break the tradition.


Breastfeeding. Some people decide to try it, others don't even bother. It works for some, it doesn't for others. Why is it such a big deal? While I was pregnant, I assumed I would breastfeed. "Breast is best," right? Our bodies were made to feed our babies, so it just makes sense. It's free, convenient, and a healthy start for your newborn. While I was in the hospital I started preparing myself for the fact that Graham could be born before he had established the suck /swallow reflex. This meant it would take some time before he would be able to try breastfeeding. I knew that would involve pumping, but I still underestimated the difficulty that would later come my way. When I thankfully made it to 36 weeks, I no longer anticipated difficulty with breastfeeding because the suck/swallow reflex was established at that age.


Well life did not go exactly as I had planned on January 24th. I had a c-section. Graham had to go to the NICU. And breastfeeding.....well it just didn't seem to work. You would think it is the most natural thing in the world to feed a baby, but for some, it just doesn't play out that way. I wasn't given the opportunity to nurse for a few days while Graham was still being closely monitored. Finally, I got to try breastfeeding. Despite my awkwardness, Graham nursed for about 15 minutes the first time we tried. I was thrilled. And I just assumed that nursing was like riding a bike. Since he had done it once, he would always be able to do it. I was mistaken. Graham and I got released after a week in the hospital and he still wasn't nursing. A typical feeding would look like this: I would try to breastfeed. Graham would cry and scream for several minutes. I would cry for several minutes. Graham would refuse to latch on. I would give him a bottle. I would pump. I would try to breastfeed. Graham would cry.....you get the picture. It wasn't working. I went to see the lactation nurse 1-2 times a week. I took supplements and a prescription to help my milk supply, but Graham only latched on a handful of times. After 4-5 weeks of diligently trying, I surrendered. To prevent my baby from starving, I gave him formula. Yes, I said it, FORMULA. I expected the lactation nurses to rebuke me for quitting, but they instead encouraged me and told me they completely understood. They said it was most important that I bond with my son and if I was too stressed over breastfeeding, then it wasn't worth it. So I just quit. Feedings were much more enjoyable, but I was still saddened to think that I failed at breastfeeding. It seems trivial, but even looking at the cute "hooter hider" my sister bought me, made me sad because I knew I wasn't going to be able to use it.

After going off some medication that made me exhausted and gathering my sanity after a difficult pregnancy and delivery, I felt reenergized and decided I wanted to try breastfeeding again. Three weeks after giving up on breasfeeding, I let the lactation nurse know my plan, I rented a pump, and I pumped for a week about every 2-3 hours. Then one day I tried nursing. I couldn't believe it. My eight week old baby decided he wanted to nurse! We went to visit the lactation nurse and she weighed Graham before and after a feeding. Guess how much milk he got? Zero. Nada. Nothing. He nursed for 15 minutes and got absolutely nothing! The nurse encouraged me to keep trying and over the next week my supply returned and Graham started actually getting some milk. It wasn't much. But even if he was only getting an ounce or two, it was something! My nurse was amazed. I had succeeded at relactating. She said it was a miracle. I myself thought it was a miracle too. It was similar to what mothers do when they want to breastfeed their adoptive babies. Somehow my milk came back. I still have to give Graham a bottle every time I nurse, but I don't really mind it at this point. I'm just glad he will breastfeed....at least for a few minutes at each feeding!


There are many more details to my breastfeeding story. I never knew there were so many medications and devices you can use to help with nursing! I think I tried them all. But what if I had given up on breastfeeding? Would I have been a failure? I think not. I gave it a really good shot and it was quite miraculous that it worked the second time around. It is ridiculous that I still feel like I need to hide the formula in my diaper bag! There were people I didn't even know who were trying to tell me why I need to keep breastfeeding. I just wanted to yell, "Yes, I know breastfeeding is best. Thanks for reminding me. I cry every day because I can't nurse my baby. You don't know my breastfeeding story. And by the way, is it really any of your business?" Thankfully I was mostly surrounded by people who were very supportive during a difficult time. Graham gets lots of delicious formula every day and I don't think he is going to be sick or stupid because of it. I was just noticing how sweet it is when I give Graham a big ole bottle of formula. I hold him in my arms. He takes a few gulps, he looks up at me, he smiles, and he just seems so thankful that I am feeding him. If he doesn't care where his food comes from, why should anyone else?

"Mama, You Been On My Mind"

Although I've only had about 3 months of experience, I thought I would take some time to reflect on motherhood.....what it has been so far, and what I imagine it to be in the future. Most of what I've learned about motherhood, I've learned from my own mom. Thanks Mom!

Motherhood is waking up for the millionth time to attend to your crying baby, holding the "throw up bucket" for your sick 4 year old, or changing the wet sheets for your child who just can't seem to make it to the toilet. Motherhood is lavishing kisses and spider man band aids on your child who just learned to ride his bike without training wheels. It's singing "Rise and Shine" to wake them up in the morning "Skina ma rinky dinky dink" to make them smile in the afternoon and "Jesus Loves Me" to make their eyes close at night. Motherhood is reading Bible stories, Dr Seuss, and I Love You Forever while trying to conceal the tears welling up in your eyes. Motherhood is making a pallet for your kids to sleep on in your bedroom during a stormy night. Motherhood is breaking up fights between siblings, teaching about apologies, and displaying forgiveness in your own life so that your kids will learn to forgive others. It is saying "I love you" just because. Motherhood is that gentle sway that always puts a baby to sleep. It is praising your children for their accomplishments. It's punishing them for their sins. It's showing grace despite their sins. Motherhood is seeing your children for who they really are, and not just through rose colored glasses. It's a lifetime of prayer. Motherhood is holding your child's hand on the first day of kindergarten. It's a hug after a first heartbreak. It's a sweet note in a lunchbox. It's a "happy" just to say I love you because YOU are YOU. It's rejoicing when your children rejoice, it's mourning when your children mourn. It's trying to make everyone happy because you're the mom and you have some innate conviction that that's what your supposed to do. Motherhood is extreme. Extreme happiness, extreme sadness, extreme guilt, extreme frustration, extreme contentment. It's a gift and an overwhelming responsibility. It's giving up your own pleasures for a child. Motherhood is a humble opportunity to be a servant like Jesus.

Splish Splash I Was Taking A Bath

Splish Splash I was taking a bath.....in Graham's pee that is. Yes, If you have ever been around baby boys for very long, you know what I am talking about. A few days ago I got a bath ready for Graham in the kitchen sink. I usually run the water and then take Graham back to the changing table in his room to take off his clothes and his diaper. Graham is quite skilled at peeing in the bathtub, so I usually don't have to worry about him getting me wet before we get to the tub. This day, however, was quite a special day. Just in case Graham did decide to go to the bathroom before we got to the tub, I carried him facing away from me during the quick trip from his room to the kitchen. I was just about to set him down in the bathtub when I noticed something shooting up above my head. Silly me did not make the connection right away. I looked down to see what was happening and the pee that had once been shooting over my head was then shooting into my mouth....yes, i said it.... into my mouth. I threw Graham in the bathtub (actually I very gently put him in the tub) and surveyed the damage. Pee on my face and all down my shirt. I looked at the culprit and he was just giggling like he knew exactly what had just been done. What's a mom to do? I guess you just smile back and keep on trekking knowing there will probably be a crazier "My baby peed on me" story in the days to come.