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		<title>Breasfeeding Baby Beyond Maternity Leave &#8211; Pumping in the Workplace</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2015 08:30:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Mandi Johnson]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[As my daughter is quickly approaching her 6 month birthday – it also means I am almost done with my goal of exclusively breastfeeding her for 6 months. I know for some moms this is easy. No problem. For others, it can be a challenge and sometimes it&#8217;s not an option.  Now, I don’t want to say that you have to breastfeed – please, just make sure that your baby is fed! But for me, as long as it was working out, and we had no issues – I wanted to reach that 6 month mark. Putting all of the other breastfeeding issues aside, (poor latch, low supply, mastitis, cracked nipples,) there is one more huge issue. That is the workplace! I work in customer service at a manufacturing facility and I believe that I am the first employee to ever pump at work. Ever! This is how I have made “pumping at work” successful:  1) I pump first thing in the morning. My daughter sleeps through the night most of the time, so I always have enough to pump and then feed in the mornings. While it is not fun getting up at 5:15, it does mean I do not have to pump as soon as I get to work.  I usually get about 6 oz. – which I leave out for her first bottle. Then I clean all of my pump parts and load up my Medela Advanced Pump in Style and head out the door.  2) Once at work, my goal, at first, was to pump three times. However, this just wasn’t working out and two pumping sessions seemed to be doable. I try to pump between 11-11:30 and again around 3:30, yielding 5-6 oz. I store my pumped milk at work in my manager’s small fridge in her private office. This way I don’t have to worry about bringing ice packs or leaving it in the communal fridge. 3) I pump in a small office that is a little away from everyone else. It does not have a lock – but we have affixed a “DO NOT OPEN” sign – that is visible when the door is closed. It has worked so far, I have not received and unsuspecting visitors! Surprise! I usually tell the other ladies in my department that I am “off to the parlor” when I need to pump and have had some fun with it! 4) Second pumping session is usually between 3:30 and 4 pm. Lately, I’ve been skipping the later and pumping when I get home. Between the morning session and the two times at work I would pump enough to feed my daughter the next day. I have not been able to “stockpile”, but I have made enough to feed her day-to-day and that is what is most important!  For anyone having second thoughts or worried about pumping, please know that your employer must be supportive and offer you a place and the time to pump!  For more information visit: http://www.dol.gov/whd/nursingmothers/faqBTNM.htm &#160; Even though it has been a bit of a hassle, pumping at work for me has been successful and completely worth it! A few pumping tips: 1) Start pumping before you need to return to work. By pumping before, you can get used to your pump and know how to assemble, disassemble and clean. This will also allow you to build up a stockpile in case you don’t have enough to feed throughout the day. 2) Try and figure out how many feedings you will miss to figure out how much/how many times you should pump. 3) Know your workplace plan – where will you pump? Where can you store your milk? Discuss with your employer what you plan on doing. 4) Remember that if you have to supplement, it will be ok! &#160; &#160;]]></description>
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		<title>Twin Boys: What It Was REALLY Like</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2015 11:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have identical twin sons, Tai &#38; Jay, now all grown up in their 20&#8217;s, but it really does seem like yesterday they were those cute little men running around amusing each other and us! So twins are on both sides of the family and the story says twins should skip a generation, but not in my case. It&#8217;s funny because in my family – I was the youngest of 4 girls, and my 3 sisters each had a baby the year before I had twins, and 2 of those babies were born one month apart, so we used to call them our twinnies &#8211; until the real twins arrived…. My boys were my first babies, born full term for twins, 38 weeks and were 5 pounds 5 ounces and 5 pounds 15 ounces – so little, but a good weight for twins. I won’t bore you with the details, but it was natural and all over in 2 hours and 40 mins from when I was induced to when I was holding the second bub. I had a bet with one of the nurses that I would be done by 12 noon and the second baby was born at 12:03 pm, but I had to stop mid birth as he was the breach baby and had his arm up over his head and could have broken his collarbone if born that way. So the Dr. made me stop to move his arm down before I could start again – so I won on a technicality! As they were my first babies, I hadn’t experienced the shifting and moving and growing and changing in my body before, but it was pretty dramatic. I assume it is like that the 1st pregnancy for every female. Two things I learned, seriously moisturize your stomach to avoid or minimize stretch-marks and make sure if you are going to breastfeed, to literally toughen your nipples up so they can cope with feeding babies all the time. I used Lanolin and it worked really well and was cheap and you could get it anywhere – but I’m sure there are more ‘modern’ versions that do the same thing – I also found topless sunbaking worked well (in the privacy of my backyard ☺ ). I learnt very quickly that when it came to feeding them (I breastfed) it was better for me to wake them both up to feed at the same time so at night I could actually get some sleep. Initially one would wake up, I would change and feed him then put him down and jump back in bad to get some sleep, then the other would wake up this would happen all night– so to save my sanity I started waking them both up and feeding at the same time – I was a much nicer person when I got a bit of sleep! I used an elbow cushion to support my arms when feeding them, when little they were facing into each other (toes touching), and as they grew I turned them out so their feet were under my arms, not one kicking the other in the head! With single bubs you are meant to swap boobs each feed, but as there are two, I swapped daily as one did eat a bit more than the other – I didn’t want to walk around lopsided. My husband is Fijian and I spent 5.5 months of my pregnancy in Fiji and we had a traditional basket woven for when the twins arrived – I figured they had spent soo much time together in my belly it would be traumatic to separate them after birth, so they slept in the same basket until they grew out of that at approximately 3 months, then I put them in a single bed with cushions around so they couldn’t fall out. Due to the size difference, when born they looked pretty different, very easy to know who was who. But as they grew, about when they were toddling around they had gorgeous ringlets/mini afro hair and they were about the same height and weight. It became very tricky working out which was which – I knew (most of the time), but others couldn’t tell. Looking at photos now I struggle to work it out! I used to dress them in very similar clothes, but different colors and that is usually the way I tell them apart now to be honest. They were very cheeky at that toddler age, they used to run in opposite directions and I had to assess the risk and run after one then turn around to catch the other – funny when in safe surroundings, but something I think they instinctually know to do, so be warned! A strange thing we worked out with our boys is that if one injured himself, within either a couple of hours or days, the other one injured himself too – it still happens now and they are in their 20&#8217;s. We don’t know why and have discussed it with them and they didn’t realise, but yet it still happens. When they were babies, they had their own language – babies seem to understand each other in general, but other babies couldn’t understand our two, thankfully they grew out of that pretty quickly as I knew other twins that didn’t for years. Tai &#38; Jay have a very strong connection, but are very different people – have been since they started school, but the connection still is strong. They argue like cat and dog, but will defend each other if someone outside the family says anything – and I like that! My doctor had already told me that it was highly likely I would continue to have twins or possibly more, so when I was pregnant the second time I was terrified I was having triplets &#8211; I have two hands and a set of boobs, but 3 babies at once – oh noooo. So when I found out I was only having one I was a little disappointed, as strange as that sounds. Turns out baby No. 3 and 4 have such huge personalities it is like having the extra people in the house anyway! In my opinion, twins are awesome. When they are babies you just need to be super organized and have a good routine and for me, things went smoothly, thankfully. And when they are a bit older and interactive – they have a permanent playmate, so you can actually get some stuff done while they are playing together. Through school I ensured they were in separate classes so they didn’t depend on each other, but they knew they had support if needed, especially in the first year of schooling. I felt it was important to have that support, but not be too dependent on each other. In the early days of twins you do need support, especially while working out your routine, so ask for help as most people are totally fascinated by twins, and that makes shopping sometimes very long due to all the lovely comments you will receive. Remember, keep calm &#8211; like all babies they can smell the fear on you, it’s just double trouble with twins. So, if you are a new twin mum or a soon to be mum of twins – congratulations! All Mums are super special, words cannot express the feeling of bringing a baby into the world, but having Twins, well I think we are extra special. All the best. &#160; Join the conversation! Easily contribute your story here. &#160; About the Author… This WIRL was contributed by Fiona McGrath-Volau.  &#160;]]></description>
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		<title>10 Things People Do Not Know About Having Twins</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2015 18:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This &#8220;10 Things People Do Not Know About Twins&#8221; list came from two parents of newborn twins and this is their take of what it&#8217;s REALLY like. Check it out&#8230; It takes a village (parenting twins with two parents is near impossible) Non-Identical twins are two separate humans born at the same time Identical twins have to at least be the same sex (you would be surprised how many people ask us this) You cannot safely hold and console two crying babies. What is one to do? Leaving your newborn twins with your spouse for 24 hours is like a sentence to hell for them. See above. Singleton parents have no idea, logistically everything is different Singleton breastfeeding plans DO NOT APPLY, do what works for your sanity Feeding, burping, changing twins alone is a lesson in fortitude and misdirection  Sleep… Forget about it –  In the beginning someone is always crying, them or us &#160; Join the conversation! Easily contribute your story here. &#160; About the Author… This WIRL was contributed by Tim and Katherine Lewis, parents of newborn twins.  ]]></description>
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		<title>When Flying Makes You Ask: Are You Serious?</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2015 09:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Kassidy Everard]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Recently I flew to Hawaii for spring break to go see my family. While on the eleven hour flight I noticed some things that made me ask, &#8220;Are you serious?&#8221;. On the flight from Charlotte to Dallas, nothing went wrong. Everything seemed fine. I assumed that the next flight would be the same way. I assumed wrong. On the flight from Dallas to Kahului, I sat horizontal from a couple from New Zealand. Now, don&#8217;t get me wrong&#8230;this couple was beyond sweet, but maybe not so aware of their surroundings. About six hours into the flight, the little boy&#8217;s mother (for the record, this boy is almost two with a full set of teeth) whips out her boob and allows the small child to latch right on. I understand that your child needs to eat, but you can at least put a cover over yourself. Better yet, you can stop breastfeeding your fully toothed baby dinosaur! Instead of buttoning her shirt back up after the child was finished, this woman fell asleep (as did her son) and therefore left her boob out for the world to see. Okay, seriously? There is no way she couldn&#8217;t feel the breeze on her boob. The worst part is that the boy&#8217;s father didn&#8217;t bother buttoning his wife&#8217;s shirt, or alerting her that her entire boob was now any mans eye-candy. Aside from the boob situation, there was another issue I clearly noticed: Too much perfume. I know you want to smell lovely, and want to smell like you poop out unicorns and daisy&#8217;s, but I can assure you that the amount of perfume you applied is extremely bothersome. You may have been going for the citrus smell, but I&#8217;ll be honest.. you smell like SHITRUS. Not a very pleasant smell if you ask me. When on a long flight, you will smell foul after the flight is over anyway, so there really isn&#8217;t a point in trying to apply enough to last you a month and suffocate everyone else in the surrounding area. You may have been going for the citrus smell, but I&#8217;ll be honest.. you smell like SHITRUS. Now, we move on to the return flight back home. Usually the shortest flight since we go back in time. We leave Kahului at 5:30 and it&#8217;s dark an hour into the flight. Peaceful for some much needed rest, but I guess others create alternative plans. In dire need for some rest, knowing I would have a full day when I would land, I personally planned ahead. I tossed and turned on the flight for three hours. But unlike some people, I was quiet and respectful of the other people getting their Z&#8217;s and counting their sheep. But not this man. The man in front of me decided to read. THE WHOLE FLIGHT. Usually I would congratulate someone who decided to spend their free time reading. But not when you, kind Sir, are the only one with your overhead light on. No, seriously&#8230;turn that nuisance off. I couldn&#8217;t understand why he didn&#8217;t sleep. I mean at least I brought coloring books with me. OH, that&#8217;s not even the worst part! After our flight landed back in Charlotte we ran into some slight difficulties. Emphasis on SLIGHT. I was already annoyed enough at how uncomfortable the flight was, and the fact that I had just left my family, had me a little more on the bitter side than usual. I will say one thing right now&#8230; LUGGAGE IS NOT THAT HARD TO PLACE CORRECTLY.  That&#8217;s right. My poor mother&#8217;s luggage got lost. I&#8217;m sorry, did I say lost? Nope. It wasn&#8217;t lost. IT WAS PUT ON THE WRONG FLIGHT. After we got off the flight we went straight to baggage claim to pick up my delicious pineapples and my mother&#8217;s bag, which was supposed to be carry-on, but she was nice enough to let them stow it under the plane. After waiting for the bag for thirty minutes, we calmly asked when our luggage would come. Instead of being told that it was placed on the wrong flight, we were told that it would &#8220;be coming soon&#8221; and &#8220;not to worry.&#8221;  So, we took our seat and waited&#8230;and waited&#8230;and waited&#8230;and waited. WHEN CAN WE STOP WAITING!?! Now two hours into standing around waiting for the bag to appear, I became irritable. I looked at my mom with fire in my eyes, and she giggled&#8230;knowing EXACTLY what I was thinking. I had hit my wits end. I was not going to wait anymore. But before I could open my blunt mouth, mom asked another woman when the bag would come. Apparently we should have known that the luggage was on the wrong flight. Oh, by golly! I WASN&#8217;T INFORMED. But thank-you for causing my blood to boil&#8230;just what I wanted&#8230; Do we have the bag yet? &#8230;NO. Another hour goes by&#8230; and I&#8217;ve had enough. I stand up to approach one of the ladies standing around and talking, clearly not doing anything and I notice my mothers&#8217; death glare out of the corner of my eye. That was my signal to walk away and shut up before I caused an even bigger problem. If you know me, you know my mouth does not shut when something needs to be said. Call me rude, blunt, bitchy, whatever you please&#8230; but there was no way I was going to sit there and watch the comical scene of two airport workers giggling and discussing nothing of importance. So, I let it out. I looked straight at my sister and opened my big mouth right up. I think I went on for a solid four minutes, only to end realizing that the two men around the corner were hysterically laughing and the grandmother a few seats away looking like she just witnessed a man rig the Bingo game. As the beautiful words spilled from my obviously unwashed mouth, my mother came strolling up to me. You better believe that I went ahead and expressed my anger to her. No matter how livid I was, she was two notches under me. After she got the joyous gift of hearing me go off, she laughed along with the others. I asked her why she wasn&#8217;t mad and why she was laughing at such an infuriating moment&#8230;  To which she replied, Kassidy, you have enough anger in you right now that I don&#8217;t have to spend my energy being mad. I took my seat, still furious about the situation. Of course I was getting odd looks, but I didn&#8217;t have one bone in my body that cared enough to feel embarrassed for what I had just done. Thirty minutes later&#8230; Here comes the luggage strolling down the frigging yellow brick road. Never have I ever been more annoyed in my life. More mad? Definitely. But that three hour window of sitting there waiting for one bag was enough time to make me think of everything that has ever made me mad that all of it came out at once. Next time you are flying and they miraculously misplace your bag for three hours, take the opportunity to blow off some steam. It won&#8217;t make the wait go by faster, but boy does it make for an interesting entourage of people to explain your anger to.]]></description>
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		<title>Apparently My &#8220;Girls&#8221; Just Want To Have Fun</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2015 20:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sara Brennan]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Until I had a baby, my boobs were fun! They gave me curves, looked great in my tops/dresses/swimsuits and they probably enjoyed resting nicely in pretty bras from stores like Victoria’s Secret. But, when I needed them most, when they actually had to be put to use; they were worthless! I prepared for this, I swear I did; I read all the books on breastfeeding, even attended a class on it. I knew all the positions and techniques, but I still struggled. My baby had a great latch, we talked with several lactation consultants in the hospital and I went home feeling rather confident about my abilities to breastfeed. But then, it all changed! I quickly found out that when it came time to put my “girls” to work, they just weren’t having it. About a week after coming home from the hospital, I started to feel pain, burning and I even saw blood when I nursed; these were things I’d never read or learned about in my books and classes. I am bull headed in some ways, so I was not going to let a little pain get in my way; finding a way to get my son the breast milk was my number one priority, primarily because of the health benefits. My struggle started with the burning I felt during my “letdown”. This was also rather shocking to me because even though I was fairly educated on the topic, I was not prepared for this. When my body would make milk, it would actually burn and tingle in my boobs really badly (not fun), usually followed by a nice flow of milk that soaked my shirt. You would think this would be a good sign, but it would happen at the most inopportune times; like when Mason would start crying in a store, or if  I saw a cute baby on TV; hormones are amazing things and they’r really revved up at this time I guess. I called my lactation consultants (who were now on speed dial) and they said it was pretty normal. I guess my body produced too much milk and this was a side effect of doing so. Go figure, I would produce “too much” milk…some women can’t make enough, but oh no, not me! &#160; So I got used to the letdown pain (and took care of the leakage by wearing breast pads in my bras), but a week or so later I started to notice other pain along with having the chills. I had a fever and my boobs were HOT (not the sexy hot) and painful. After a trip to the OB I found out that I had mastitis, which is a bacterial infection of the breast tissue, typically caused from breastfeeding. Great! I was put on an antibiotic and told to put ice packs on my breasts (it actually did feel great!) and I did start to feel much better. My husband actually did some research and found that you’re supposed to put cabbage leaves on your breasts to help ease the pain…I did this, but it was very strange and I can’t say it really helped at all. My next hurdle was cracked nipples, they pretty much split right down the middle, were very sore and bled very badly. It got to be so bad that one time Mason spit up (he spit up a lot) and it was the color of Pepto Bismal! (WHAT?!) I rushed him to the doctors office and they said the blood was coming from me, not him. So, I aggressively applied Lanolin after each nursing session and we kept going. About two weeks after this was when I hit rock bottom, every time Mason would latch on I would feel as though a hundred needles were being pushed through my nipple. The pain continued to get worse, and things like wearing a bra or standing in the shower…forget it! Anytime my nipples touched anything I was in pain, to the point that tears would roll down my face as I nursed my hungry baby. I learned that this was the result of a yeast infection on my breasts. There were no signs and the only symptom was some redness and the obvious pain. So I put anti fungal cream on my boobs (yep, the same stuff you put on athletes foot…gross!!!!), took another prescription and kept plugging away. Then the whole yeast/thrush thing happened again about a week later and I broke down. I felt like such a failure! In the old days, mom’s didn’t have a choice, they had to push through it if they wanted their baby to eat. I kept saying to myself, if this was 500 years ago, would I just let my baby go hungry? Was I weak? What was so wrong with me that I could not do something so natural as breastfeeding my baby?!? But I was not going to give up, that’s just not what I do! So, I my Medela Breast Pump became my new best friend (or enemy). At first I pumped just a few times per day and tried to let him latch on for the other feedings and this worked for a while, but it was still painful to let him nurse. So I started exclusive pumping and my pain eventually went away. I decided that the whole breastfeeding just wasn’t going to work for me, but as long as my baby was getting breast milk, it didn’t really matter how he was getting it. It turns out that my journey is not uncommon and women go through these things all the time, but the books and classes don’t do a good job of explaining it. These said books and classes actually make you feel terrible about NOT breastfeeding or choosing to stop. Everyone is different and I wanted to keep going, I really did, but I just couldn’t. And why put myself through all that pain when there was another way. I was fed formula pretty much from day one and I’m fine! There’s no shame in making the choice to stop breastfeeding, especially when it was affecting my quality of life so much. I ended up exclusively pumping (about 6-8 times per day and through the night) until Mason turned 6 months old – watch for a post on this soon from Lauren. And just as Lauren wrote about a couple weeks ago, you will feel Mom Guilt for everything. I felt so guilty when I decided that I was going to stop pumping and give my baby formula, but to be honest, Mason thrived once I gave him formula. He grew so much and was so much happier (we both were). I no longer had to haul my pump with my to the mall and sit in Nordstrom’s (fancy) bathroom and pump, just so I could get out of the house for a few hours (its the little victories in life)! I wanted to write this post to let other moms out there know that it’s alright to call lactation consultants or your doctor if you are having trouble; its actually a great idea, even if things are going well! It’s alright to pump and it’s even alright to “give up” if that’s what works best for you and your baby. I would have never thought Mason would be happier on formula, but he was! So don’t beat yourself up about things like this, I know how you feel and being an exclusive pumper deserves some king of award (I think). So keep on keeping on with whatever works for you and stand by the fact that you’re doing the best that you can! And if your “girls” aren’t happy when you put them to work, fine. Let them “go back to normal” again and have fun! This WIRL was actually a blog post from my last venture as a mommy blogger. *The featured image came from: http://blogs.theprovince.com/2013/10/20/the-breast-is-yet-to-come/]]></description>
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