Sunday, August 24, 2014

Seeing God as Creative

Have you ever thought of or described God as being creative?  Tonight, following a leadership meeting at my church, The Baton Rouge Vineyard, a handful of people prayed over me regarding my family.  During that time of prayer the word "creative" came to mind.  Then later in the evening I resurfaced in a prayer group on facebook and posted a lengthy, stream of conscious, prayer request.  Again, the word creative came to mind.  In my daily life creative is not the word I commonly associate with God.

Recently, Taylor, the girls, and I went to the Zoo.  Whenever we go to the Zoo I think "man, God is creative."  I mean, have you seen a giraffe or a peacock lately?  Does that not scream creativity?


so then I began thinking, if God can be creative with animals then He can most definitely be creative in my family's stage of life.  So I prayed, God be creative.  

Here's the trick, I can pray and ask for God to be creative but I have to be willing to let go, stop trying to orchestrate, stop trying to figure out all the different scenarios, stop trying to please anyone who is not my family, drop any fear and anxiety.  I need to hear Him and listen.  I need to obey and follow.  I need to trust.  And I know if I were God I'd be thinking, "Hannah, are you kidding me?  You KNOW I can be trusted."  But you know what, He doesn't.  He just does what He does best: takes care of my every need and then some.

There is a sink full of dishes waiting for me.  If you haven't thought of God as creative then take a break and look out your car window, bedroom window, go to the Zoo, take a walk, visit a park.  Even a roly poly is pretty darn creative.  

Friday, August 22, 2014

Breast Feeding Triplets- My Journey So Far (4mos)

If I have learned one thing so far in my 4 month journey of breastfeeding triplets it's that flexibility is KEY!


  • Before they were born I was developing schemes for how to sneak donor milk into the NICU and I was trying to decide if I should risk pumping with three babies in utero.  I waited to pump until the night before my section and I went into labor about 30 minutes later.  Glad I waited, LOL!
  • Despite countless requests that I have a breast pump immediately following my cesarean, one was not brought to me until almost 10 hours post birth.  That's pathetic!  And that's counter productive to a mom wanting to establish her supply.  Still in and out of a sleep coma (stadol knocked my socks off) I managed to hook myself up to the pump, turned as fast and as strong as I could take it and I began to pump.  Twenty five minutes and I produced maybe 2ml TOTAL and about half of that was blood.  Yet I took it with me to the NICU.  I still thought about how I would bring milk in from home but it was stressing me out.  I decided I would pump as often and as long as I could and in the meantime the girls would get formula with a few drops of my breastmilk.  This was not a time to have any kind of dilemma or guilt trip about what I was feeding them.  My babies were feeders and growers, they just needed to learn to eat and then we could go home.  If giving them formula did that the quickest, I was on board.  





  • The girls were born on a Monday night.  By Thursday night my milk came in.  I brought in about 12oz of milk and the neonatologist made a comment that the milk truck had arrived.  By day 5 my girls were 100% on my milk, plus a little bit of fortification.  Success.
  • The coming weeks I practiced putting them to the breast.  I used the nipple shield because that's how they latched best.  And then I worried that the nipple shield would somehow sabotage things.  An informative and kind LLL told me there is no "setting myself up for failure" when nursing preemie triplets.  I just do what I need to do.  I was told it could take weeks, even months and that was ok.
  • Lactation came to my house to work on latch.  I developed a plan to try to nurse the same baby all the time until she became really good.  Then move onto the other two babies.  This lasted for about a week or two.  Betsy fought it.  Even after nursing for 30-40 minutes they were unsatisfied.  
  • Then PPD hit.  I didn't want to pump.  I didn't want to nurse.  I didn't want to do formula.  Not ideal for needing to feed three babies.  My "compromise" was that I refused to nurse.  I couldn't bring myself to do it.  It was a chore just to pump, they were "horrible" at nursing, but it's what I did.  That decision worried my OB a bit.  I got on meds, talked through some things with my husband and my OB, as well as some supportive friends, and started thinking about nursing again.
  • I started to see pumping as my refuge.  I could steal away, if I wasn't home alone, for 15-20 minutes and pump.  It was about this time that I started pumping for 25-30 minutes mainly so I could be alone that much longer.  Pumping started growing on me.  
  • Once I started to embrace pumping I realized I needed to get a better system in place in my house.  If I wanted to pump more often and help my supply I would need a second pump.  Lucky for me insurance covers the purchase of two electric pumps and the rental of a hospital grade.  Score!  So I bought the Freemie pump just for the parts that I can wear under my clothes.  
  • Just a few weeks ago someone suggested I look into whether the girls have tongue or lip tie.  They did, infact, have tie.  So two weeks ago we began Occupational Therapy for myofacial release.  It was during one of those appointments that I decided I would try nursing again. 
  • Last week I met with lactation again.  We both agreed that Abby and Betsy have a negative assocation with my breasts, not even with nursing, my breasts, ESPECIALLY Betsy. (no ""shoulda, coulda, woulda" comments allowed) She recommended I set a goal to where the girls can lay at my exposed breast, with no intent to nurse, and not cry.  It's a little sad when I sit and let myself think about it.  But I'm just trying to chalk it up to, "that's life with triplets."  Once they can do that then maybe I will play around with dripping breastmilk on my breasts so the babies realize they can get milk there and then maybe move toward nursing.  I told her that I Think I am ok with 2 out of the 3 nursing and the other getting bottles.
     
  • Yesterday I started putting Bonnie back to breast more often.  She is my "best" nursing baby, as in she only screams a little before she latches.  But she latches and she can get a full feed.  Today she was only eaten at the breast, except for the 9AM feeding because I got to sleep in.  This is HUGE!  I realized that if I want just one baby to nurse better and more often I need to see the baby as an individual and not part of triplet package deal.  If I had just one baby that was hungry and dinner needed to be made in the Ergo she would go to nurse and off to the kitchen I would go.  If I needed to go to the store and it might intersect with a feed then she would come with me.  So this afternoon I took Bonnie and the big girls to the store.  She got fussy, as I knew she would so I nursed her while we were shopping.  It's not anything new to me, so it's not that difficult.  The downside to this method is I skipped two pumping sessions because Bonnie was nursing.  On the flip side the milk I pumped earlier in the day lasted a little longer because one less mouth  was being fed.  And if I found myself in a situation where I needed milk, thank the Lord for donor milk.  


It's all about being flexible and taking care of myself.  Right now what I have the energy and peace to do is nurse my little Bonnie whenever she wants.  If it takes either of the other two girls 3 more months to be able to latch that's OK.  My goal from the beginning was breastmilk.  It didn't necessarily have to be mine and didn't have to come straight from the tap.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

I don't know what I don't know, so next time I will be (TRY) more thoughtful

“If I can do it then you can do it” and “If that had been me I would have _____”  These are two phrases we hear pretty often.  You have probably heard me say them too.  It’s only been in the last few weeks that those phrases have not been sitting well with me.  I do believe that the many times I see friends or strangers using these phrases it is coming from a good place.  But I think it is important to think how these phrases might be received.  We don’t have to stop using them but maybe we can be more thoughtful about when we use them.  Let me give you a few examples so you can see my heart behind it all.

I hear a lot from friends and strangers “If Hannah can (breast feed three babies) then I (or you) should be able to do it with my one child.”  (And really you can substitute any example into the phrase).  When a statement like that is said we don’t consider the individual mother or the child.  Does the child have tie?  Does the mom have overactive let down?  Does the mom have IGT?  Does the baby have severe reflux?  Perhaps the mom has PPD and is so paralyzed by it that she can’t even bring herself to hold her own baby.  How does using one mom’s success (or failure for that matter) help someone else?  It can make a mom feel small.  It can make a mom feel like she is a failure.  It can even cause resentment between mom and child.  I know this because I have felt small, felt like a failure, and have had resentment show its face between myself and my babies.  I know this because this phrase in one form or another has been said to me.  I know this because friends have told me that this phrase makes them feel this way. 


Another version of this phrase that I hear often is “I don’t need help to watch my kids.  I do it all by myself.  I even cook, clean, and go to the park.”  I KNOW 95% of the time that this is said it is to help a mom who is nervous about what life with a new baby will bring. It is meant to be encouraging.  But what about the mom who can’t.  What about the mom dreading going to bed knowing she will have to do the SAME thing over again the next?  What about the mom who finds herself screaming more than she is laughing with her kids? What about the mom whose husband has worked 13 straight days with 1 day off for as long as they have had kids?  What about the mom who doesn’t have family to help?  (For the record if your mom or sister comes to help and you don’t pay that’s the same thing as someone who doesn’t have that luxuary and has to pay for help.)  To the moms who can do it, wonderful!  To the moms who need help, wonderful!  If you need help with one child, wonderful!  If you can do it alone with 8, wonderful! 




Now for the other phrase, “If that had been me then I would have.”  I call this “coulda, shoulda, woulda” or “it’s easy to know what we would do when we aren’t in the situation and we have already seen how it played out” phrase.  Recently I shared about a mom who refused a cesarean, the doctors knocked her out and cut her hip to hip and even managed to give the baby a 2 inch cut on her face in the process.   One person commented something like, “My husband would have not let that happen.  He would have been tearing the room apart.”  I cannot speak to this mom’s horrible situation. But I can speak to my own experiences to know it is NOT that simple.  The two times I have had cesareans my husband had to wait in another room while I was being prepped.  A LOT can happen in those few moments.  When I went under the knife the first time and when my healthy babies were whisked away after my recent cesarean it was not because my husband (or myself)let them , we did NOT let the doctor cut me, he did NOT let them take the babies away.  My husband felt paralyzed.  My husband believed everyone was acting in the best interest of me and my babies.  And what would my husband have accomplished by yelling, screaming, kicking over tables while his wife is cut open?  Making statements like this is insulting and hurtful to the mother but also to the father.   When I see comments like this I want to say, “the next time (or the first time) your husband is left in the hall while you are laying naked on an OR table go ahead and make blanket statements about other people’s husbands.”  Or “the next time your husband, who is only used to healthy babies that immediately go to your chest, sits watching as your baby is taken from your abdomen, while you HIS WIFE is still naked and paralyzed on a table, and the baby is whisked away into another room.”  Does he leave his naked and paralyzed wife?  Does he go to his baby who was whisked away not knowing if the baby is OK and believing the army of people caring for the baby will act in its best interest?  It is so easy to say what we would do when we aren’t the ones in a situation.  It’s easy to say what we would do until we are laying naked and paralyzed and feeling completely vulnerable, when we can’t tell if we can trust anyone.  The men and women in situations like this are not weaker than you, they don’t care less than you do for themselves, each other, or their child.




We have all seen and heard these statements and we have likely all said them ourselves.  As I said before, I’ve used them from time to time.  I’m not saying we shouldn’t use them.  I’m not saying people aren’t well intentioned.  What I am saying is perhaps next time we find ourselves about to type or say something like this is for a brief moment think about who is on the receiving end.  Will it uplift her?  Will it change the past?  Could is push a mom who is already depressed into deeper depression?  Could it make her feel less than?  Of course, we cannot possibly know how people will respond to our words and it is unrealistic to police our every word.  But we can pause before we speak.  We can look at situation and consider whether a mother is allowing herself to be vulnerable and then be a little more delicate with our words.

 Believe me, I can name countless situations after a mom has shared something hard with me and in an effort to show my support I said “I’d be so pissed.  I would have kicked him.”  It happens.  And sometimes my girlfriends appreciate it.  But sometimes they don’t.  Sometimes I have to watch my words.  And sometimes if a friend gets mad or offended by my well intentioned words I just have to take it because I don’t know.

I hope you could follow my line of thinking because as I was writing this I was tending to my children and eating lunch.  My heart is not that we police our words.  My heart is that we acknowledge that we just don’t know.


And sometimes you leave your 4 month old to cry because your 19 month old took off a poop filled diaper in her bed, smeared it all over and even managed to eat some.   Just Sayin.