• Life,  parenting

    My Breastfeeding Nightmare

    A woman is standing at the front of the room with a knit scarf that has a large breast on each end. There are baby dolls lying on tables in front of each couple and 70+ PowerPoint slides covered in text from top to bottom that are meticulously read instead of just a couple of bullet points… this was our version of hell. My husband and I are preparers, we like to have things ready to go and know exactly what is going to happen. That is how we found ourselves listening to a lady with a monotone voice go over how to properly massage the nipple at 8pm on…

  • Life

    Sweating the Small Stuff

    Baby P is allergic to milk protein, which means for the first month of her life all she did was scream because we had no idea. This lead to nights running into days and hours becoming a series of feed, rock, hold, soothe, snuggle, feed, scream, scream, scream and finally go to sleep while lying in our arms. You would think that now that she is actually sleeping we revel in the fact that we only have to wake up a couple of times a week at four a.m. to get her up… but no. We are thankful that she is a good sleeper and that we started sleep training…