STATEMENT #35 (4)

8 pieces of advice about breastfeeding: Newborn diary {Suzie}

In a continuation from the pregnancy diaries, Suzie and A return, six months into the journey. 

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For the most part, I have made my peace with the fact that I wasn’t able to breastfeed beyond five weeks. I have the odd pang when I see someone snuggling with their baby and feeding so cosily, but then I have to remember that, except for the first couple of weeks, it really wasn’t like that for us. I have to remember the excruciating pain, the dread I felt about feeding him, the crying – both him and me, the tension – both him and me, and the reflux that made him throw the whole feed up again anyway. I feel a lot of bitterness about the fact that I wasn’t able to continue. I was so sure I would exclusively breast feed until six months; I knew lots of people don’t manage to, but I genuinely assumed I would be one of the ones who could.

Once we’d got the hang of breastfeeding in hospital (he was in Special Care so we were in for five days – my milk came in by the end of the third day) it was great for a little while. We had to use nipple shields as I struggled to get him to latch in hospital and when I dissolved in tears one night, a nurse suggested I try a shield. It worked – he ate – so I saw it as the answer to all of our problems. For a little while it seemed so easy. He cried – I put him to the breast – all sorted (with the small palaver of getting a sterilised nipple shield in the right place while Millar screamed blue murder!) What I didn’t realise was that it had all started to go wrong way before this – before I even gave birth, in fact. My advice to myself should explain.

  • Get treated for thrush immediately. As I had gestational diabetes last time, I will almost certainly get it again. A passing comment from the midwife when she was examining me barely registered, but she noticed that I had a bit of thrush (sorry for TMI!) I thought no more of it. But what I didn’t know is that thrush thrives in sugar and therefore I was bound to get it while I had gestational diabetes. I hadn’t had any symptoms, so hadn’t realised. I also didn’t realise that through giving birth, I had almost certainly passed it to Millar. When he began to breastfeed, he passed it back to me. That first week or so of pain-free breastfeeding was just lulling me into a false sense of security. I started to get terrible stabbing pain, just behind my nipple when I fed, particularly on one side. It got worse and worse.

I assumed it would go – I had no idea it was thrush. It didn’t go. A friend noticed after a couple of weeks that Millar’s mouth was rather white. I did a bit of googling of thrush in breastfeeding and nearly cried with relief – it described my pain exactly. What I didn’t realise is that thrush is really really hard to get rid of. It doesn’t like being got rid of. So the pain stayed and got more and more excruciating – so much so that I would cry throughout a whole feed every single time I fed. I’d then cry between feeds because I was so dreading him waking up and wanting another one. So… my advice to myself next time, is get treated for thrush before giving birth. And get the baby checked as soon as possible for it. If in doubt, get the doctor to prescribe thrush treatment as a precaution because once it sets in, it’s here to stay.

  • Don’t be too quick to use nipple shields – get someone really knowledgeable to help with the latch as soon as possible. I discovered too late that there is so much help out there. I had two amazing breastfeeding support workers come out to my house and spend an hour and a half watching me feed, looking at my latch and positioning and just slightly correcting things. Things a book or website or youtube video could never tell you. But by then, I was in so much pain with the thrush that little they said could really help. Next time, I will get a support worker to come and see me within the first week. It will make a huge difference. Nipple shields were great while they worked, but they added to the stress of feeding and they are a breeding ground for thrush too – apparently even sterilising doesn’t always get rid of it. They can also rub, which they did on the side that became very painful, and then thrush can thrive in the wound.
  • Ignore the hospital when they try to instill a rigid ‘feed every three hours’ routine. We were in special care for nearly a week and they were very regimented. They were obsessed with how long I had fed for each time, as Millar was losing weight. I was later told that length of time has nothing to do with it. I was desperately trying to get him to feed for halfan hour on each side at every feed, in the hope that he would then last until the 3 hour mark when the hospital thought I should be feeding him again. It was so stressful. I had no idea about demand feeding – I didn’t realise that I could feed him whenever he asked and that he could stop when he wanted to. I used to strip him down to a nappy in every feed as he was falling asleep and this was ‘feed time’ so he had to feed. Why did I put myself through it?! We would both have been much happier if I’d just let him sleep, then fed him when he woke up again. This ‘every three hours’ idea led to me being advised to top him up with formula as he was still hungry. I didn’t realise that what I needed to do was breastfeed him more! My milk supply was still sorting itself out and formula top ups should not have been necessary.
  • Recognise the signs of mastitis early on. I woke up one morning with boobs like rocks – I thought I needed to express, so snuck off to do so, but expressing was painful and even after getting a large amount of milk, they were still really solid and sore. I assumed it was linked to the thrush so battled on, but when I went to a weigh in clinic with Millar later that day, I was in so much pain I could barely speak. I started shivering uncontrollably and sweating and the health visitor saw that I clearly had mastitis and it was bad. She had to ring my partner and get him to come and pick me up as I couldn’t drive – I couldn’t even lift my arms above my waist. At home, I just curled in a ball and cried. My partner had to look after Millar – I couldn’t even pick him up. The only way to relieve the pain was to lie totally submerged in a hot bath and hand express into the water. I did this for hours at a time! I should have realised there was a problem and next time, if I’m unlucky enough to get mastitis, I will go to the doctors and get antibiotics at the very first sniff of it. They were amazing and worked wonders within 24 hours.
  • Recognise reflux early on. Not all reflux is a baby being sick. I had never heard of silent reflux. He started being sick when we both got so tense through pain that we were rigid by the end – of course his poor little tummy couldn’t keep it down. But acid reflux is incredibly painful. A baby can scream in pain between feeds and I now know that this was the problem – he didn’t need a top up formula feed – he wasn’t hungry, he was in pain. Next time I will know these signs much more quickly.
  • This is personal to me and my gestational diabetes, but next time I will try to express some colostrum in the weeks before the birth. There are arguments for and against this, but as Millar’s blood sugar was under scrutiny due to my GD, the lack of eating anything for the first few hours (he latched on but I’m sure he didn’t get anything) led to his blood sugar dropping, his transferral to special care and then being tube fed formula which started us off all wrong. If I could have expressed just a little bit of colostrum and frozen it, he could have had that in those first few hours and we might have escaped the trip to special care before my milk came in.
  • And sort of hand in hand with the last one – I will not be having pethadine next time. I had two shots of pethadine during my labour, one quite close to the end, and it made Millar incredibly drowsy and lethargic. He didn’t have much hope of feeding effectively – he could barely open his eyes. Not to mention the horrible effects I experienced with it – falling asleep between contractions and being really confused about what was going on. Pethadine gave me very little pain relief and was just another hurdle in our breastfeeding journey that I could have done without.
  • And lastly – I will try really hard to not put too much pressure on myself next time. If, even following all of my advice here, I still can’t breastfeed next time, it will not be the end of the world. Millar is a happy, healthy, inquisitive baby, who is not putting on too much weight – he has followed the 75th centile since he was about two weeks old – and we have a wonderful, close bond. I regret a lot of things to do with our breastfeeding experience, but I did the best I could – and what more can a mother do?!

#30daywardrobechallenge September 2014

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Another year, another wardrobe challenge. I did this in Spring 2014 and started it again last September before failing miserably. So, I am challenging myself again for this September, and giving myself some lead in time too.

I think September is a good month for this challenge. Hopefully, it will still be reasonably warm so therefore you essentially have both your summer and winter wardrobe to choose from – I’m doing the challenge in a matter of sorts at the moment trying to find things to wear to work that deal with the hot but also quite wet weather we’ve been having at the moment. As ever, a cardigan is every woman’s best friend, especially in the office when the air-con just can’t decide whether to blast arctic freeze or saharan heat each afternoon (these short sleeved George cardigans might do just the trick?). Anyway, come September, hopefully the weather will have abandoned the usual summer chaos and settled down into something more helpful for this challenge.

The rules are thus:

  • wear a new outfit from your existing wardrobe every day for 30 days
  • record the results on either your blog, twitter or instagram and use the hashtag #30daywardrobechallenge (let me know if you’re joining in and I will do a link round up)
  • try and list what you are wearing and where it came from
  • you can re-wear individual pieces but not whole outfits
  • shoes don’t count (I don’t have 30 pairs of in commission weather appropriate shoes)
  • coats don’t count (and you don’t need to mention them in your round up unless they are part of the outfit. ditto jewellery)

I will be recording my outfits on instagram and posting a weekly round up here.

Roll on September!

(this post in conjunction with George)

“The lamps are going out…”

Tonight I will be turning out our lights from 10pm – 11pm. “The lamps are going out all over Europe… we shall not see them lit again in our lifetime” (Sir Edward Grey, August 1914)

I tried to find words. None came.

A century on and the irony of the headlines do not escape me. On the one hand, commemorations and remembrance of the 37 million dead in the war to end all wars. On the other, a mounting pressure for bloodshed to end in current conflicts.

I don’t know how to find words.

I don’t feel qualified to comment, and yet, I feel compelled to speak.

But still no words come.

In their absence, I searched for someone else’s. 

What in our lives is burnt
In the fire of this?
The heart’s dear granary?
The much we shall miss?

Three lives hath one life –
Iron, honey, gold.
The gold, the honey gone –
Left is the hard and cold.

Iron are our lives
Molten right through our youth.
A burnt space through ripe fields,
A fair mouth’s broken tooth.

~ Isaac Rosenberg

(from here)

The Golden Touch?

I went to see Caitlin Moran speak the other day. Glossier in real life than she sounds through her words, it was her words that I was reminded of mere days later when I lay back for a bikini wax.

I was invited to try an ‘intimate wax‘. Having no particular set feelings about bikini topiary and oscillating between options (time and money and inclination dependent), and not being one to turn down an experience, I said yes.

It was reassuring clinical and Hannah was deft and skilled at waxing, something you can’t always guarantee; the resulting pain level was so low I was surprised. It was one of the more unusual interviews that I have conducted. Apparently even in Soho Hannah sees more athletes than any one else. Within about 15 minutes Hannah’s work was finished and I was back out in Soho squeezing in a quick trip to Cos before heading home.

If you’d like to try it for yourself, The Golden Touch have kindly offered the following discount for The Little Pip readers.

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Fairy #Kitchentales

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This is my kitchen. Not cleaned up especially. Not styled. (Although I will put away the dishwasher tablets now I’ve taken the photo, mainly because children, cats and dishwasher tablets are a bad combination.)

Fairy sent me some Fairy Platinum dishwasher tablets to try and I was supposed to write a post about my kitchen. I am grateful to Fairy for the tablets, truly I am, and they’ve done an excellent job, but this has been the busiest couple of weeks of what I thought was already as busy as we could be. Marto and I caught up for the first time in days, sat in a (borrowed) car driving back down the M6 on Sunday after a race up north to see my grandmother, ill in hospital. We’ve been doing alternate shifts, work, parenting and cramming in obligation after obligation. I love Fairy, but, you know what. I love sitting down with a cup of tea and sneaking the last set of the Djokovic/Tsonga match followed by some football just a little bit more.

So, I put the dishwasher on and watched Wimbledon for half an hour instead. Wimbledon fortnight is about my favourite of the whole year and today is the first time in a week I’ve found time to sit down and watch it.

Mostly, the kitchen is the heart of our home. Tonight, however, it wasn’t. But was left in capable, Fairy, hands. Isn’t that the beauty of dishwashers.

This post is an entry for the “My Kitchen Story” Linky Challenge, sponsored by Fairy Platinum.

Britmums & Yellow Lolly

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It’s almost here: tomorrow I will be heading to Britmums Live as a Lolly Ambassador for my sponsor, Yellow Lolly.

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Yellow Lolly has been a long time favourite of mine and I’m thrilled to be their ambassador at Britmums. I’ve written a little before about why I am a fan of Yellow Lolly, but I wanted to share the good news that they have been awarded a Let Toys Be Toys Toymark, recognising shops doing a great job of offering toys to girls and boys alike.

Ellie, one half of Yellow Lolly has this to say:

“We love labels who favour bold colour, ethical production methods, and unisex pieces. We have always stocked a range of Scandinavian brands as, with many areas of life including education and gender equality, the Scandinavians seem to be ahead of the curve with clothing and toys, and less prone to the dreaded pink/blue divisions that have dominated a lot of childrenswear and toy retail in this country.”

I am a big supporter of decisions not being made by sex or gender. I bang on and on about allowing Pip to find her own interests and decisions and favourites without imposing the societal norms and preferences of ‘normal’ or even what I choose. One of the very first things I loved about Yellow Lolly was that the search option is either age or type – it’s easier to navigate, those are the only two things that I think are important.

Ellie says:

“By reducing the options available we reduce our children’s chance to express themselves, to explore their potential selves. What is childhood for, if not for exploring and discovering who we are, who we want to be? And if you’ve ever had a fight with a toddler about what they do or don’t want to wear, you’ve been a part of that journey, too.

The more divisions we add to the mix, the harder we make it for the child, and their parent, that does not fit into the narrow boxes of conventional gender definition.

When a customer asks us “Are these (neon orange, skinny fit) jeans suitable for a boy?” or “Are these (plain green) shorts OK for a girl to wear” we always respond with a cheery “I can’t see why not!”. If that child is comfortable in their choices, then why not? We like to describe our clothes as being ‘For Mini Individuals’ and we hope that their wearers will grow up to be BIG individuals too, able to have fun making their own choices.

Many of our customers tell us that they like our site specifically because it does not offer ‘Search By Gender’ options. Instead, searching by the age of your child, or the type of clothing you need is just as effective a way to reduce the number of items to chose from, and applies none of the rigid definitions we find so unhelpful.”

(you can read the rest of the post here on the excellent Let Toys be Toys blog, a quite frankly wonderful campaign of which I am also a great supporter).

For those that are going, see you there (please come and say hi!) and for those that aren’t, I’ll be back full of wonderful content from an inspiring weekend.

Top photo by Anna Gordon.

 

 

I’d like to go to… Naples

I really want to go to Italy. Specifically, the Amalfi coast. I’ve been daydreaming of long hot days spent on the coast, wearing white linen and drinking coffee, looking out to sea, or walking among brightly coloured buildings, the scent of lemon and salt filling the air.

After seeing this on Love Chic Living I realised that Naples is as close as I could get by cruise ship. What could be more romantic than arriving by sea?

I had some fun this evening looking at photos on Pinterest and curating a board of home inspiration; perhaps the nearest I will get to Naples this year is by taking some inspiration; white linen, towels and billowing white curtains framing enormous windows looking out to sea. Weathered shutters in bright colours; tiled floors and plaster walls. Smooth, cool surfaces to balance the hot sunshine beating down and that blue green glare from the sea.

Anyway, here’s my board:

Follow Rachel’s board Naples inspiration on Pinterest.

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I can’t believe it’s been a week since I posted anything. This week has disappeared in a haze of endo pains & migraines & Pip’s sleep problems since I returned from an hen party weekend in Rye.

We stayed in an amazing 1930s wooden bungalow next to Camber Sands and near to Rye which I really liked – I’m plotting a return trip already. The whole place had sanded and painted wooden floors with white walls, comfy beds with white linen and towels. I am a real linen and towel snob in holiday cottages (quite often I find my cottages by searching ‘white company’ and then the location of the cottage – as that seems to be an indication that the owner cares about the decor) and this place may not have specified as such but they did deliver. Except on wine glasses. Take your own wine glasses!

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^^ This was one of the bathrooms – the wall was covered with mirrors and it had a great bath. Sadly I didn’t get to try it out (sticking to the shower in the other bathroom for ease) but when we come back (I’m working on it) I will be bringing bubble bath.

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^^ My friend (the hen) and I did yoga on this deck both mornings which was an amazing treat. I returned with great plans and so far, despite the hecticness of this week I have managed to do a brief 15 minutes of yoga every night. The deck was also a sun trap and had newly covered, more tasteful, deckchairs, which made an excellent place to sip champagne and marvel at how good being on your own feels, sometimes…

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^^ We actually dragged the other table in from outside as well as this one (they were identical) as 10 round this table felt a little, shall we say, intimate, but we put the 6 teachers in our party to good use decorating the blackboard and then using it to help solve the murder mystery. We also all collectively cooked an amazing curry on the Saturday night, all doing different tasks.

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^^We had a 1940s murder mystery dinner on the Saturday evening and a vintage hair and makeup artist came to help us. I asked for a style which looked like Calypso from The Camomile Lawn and this is what I ended up with. Not perfect, but I loved it.
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^^ I bought these reproduction vintage 1/2 pint school milk bottles in a shop in Rye on the Saturday afternoon and then filled them with flowers I found in the hedgerow outside the cottage as a table decoration.

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^^ I was also thrilled to remember that Rye is home to Merchant & Mills which is one of my absolute favourite sewing places. I bought some lovely fabric to make cushion covers for our sitting room.

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^^ Rye is just the most darling town. This was a house on one of the streets. I can’t wait to go back!

I might write more about Pip’s sleeping – in the meantime I need to get some patience to try and deal better with her (a) refusal to go to bed, and (b) subsequent refusal to stay in it. Bedtime is now taking up to 10pm before she’s asleep. That’s hell anyway, but add enormously busy jobs and a week long bout of migraine/endo pain and suddenly tonight’s anniversary dinner can’t come quick enough…

Happy weekend!

PS. We may not have sleep cracked at the moment but back when Pip was sleeping in a cot last summer and still using a sleeping bag, these were the best thing I found for heat wave sleeping. The aden + anais Muslin Sleeping Bag is wonderful and I absolutely love this bee one.

Father’s Day – 15 June 2014

Have you remembered it’s Father’s Day a week on Sunday? Thanks to Snapfish, I’ve managed to be extra organised this year and ordered Marto a photo book full of photos of mainly him and Pip over the last two years.

Pip’s a little small to get around to organising her own present, so I thought this would be a great present – although we will make him a card together next week. I also had great fun going through photos (although, annoyingly, I seem to have misplaced months 1-5… I really must see what I backed up to my FIL’s computer) and creating this book. Some of the memories made me a little teary and I hope that Marto will enjoy the reminiscing and marvelling at how much Pip has changed in the last two years.

Want to have a look at some of the pages? (all screen shots from the software)

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^^around six months old and lying on the bathmat at my BIL’s house, taken by a dear friend – this image sits behind a cutout in the linen cover so it also appears on the inner page with a note to her Dad from Pip

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^^ first six months included two visits with 98 year old Great Grandmother, hanging out with Granddad and her cousin, out in the sling with Daddy, a trip to the rugby at Twickenham and hanging out with her Grandpa.

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^^ Attempting a family portrait on a winter trip to Brighton – the orange glow comes from sunset at the beach.

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^^ Family portrait in Copenhagen on NYE 2013 and stickers on the plane on the way home. The Tinkerbell costume she came home almost every day from nursery in for several weeks (and hasn’t been mentioned or seen since!)

This is actually the second photo book that I created this week – I made one for my friend’s hen party as well, using a different supplier, so I feel in a good place to talk about this as a present option.

First and foremost, Snapfish is reliable. The cards that I ordered for the Grandfathers arrived within 2 days, the book within 5 (I ordered on the evening of 30 May, the book arrived on 4 June). That is really good for a photo book. By contrast, the other supplier I used for the hen party book only arrived today despite being ordered on 26 May & I picked that one because it claimed to have speedy delivery times.

Software wise, I found the Snapfish software easy to use, although perhaps not quite as intuitive as I’d have hoped and it was a little annoying to have to upload every photo I wanted to use (rather than the other book where I downloaded the software and ordered straight from it, uploading as one at the end) but I’d take it with the reliable posting times any time.

I chose a linen bound hardback book and am really pleased with the quality. Some of the photos aren’t quite as good quality as I hoped as I had used what I thought were hi-res images but that’s a minor quibble. The cards aren’t super duper brilliant quality but the price was good and the speed of delivery fantastic. The prices for the photobooks are also really competitive and cheaper than the other company I used (and paid for) and the quality was just as good – these are not expensive archival quality but are excellent for what they are.

I also noticed that they have some great discounts on other products and cards. I have a friend who always gets her husband mugs every year with the kids photos on, which is lovely. If Marto drank anything other than coffee from an espresso cup I would have been tempted. There’s also free delivery and lots of other discounts here.

Be quick though – last date for orders is 10 June.

 

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