First, to preface… if you’ve never seen the video of Sweet Brown describing an apartment fire, you are missing out! She was so animated and the viral video outcome of her interview provides so many wonderful statements.
“I woke up to get me a cold pop”
It’s been hot… I know you’re thinking, “Jill, you live in Las Vegas. It’s always hot there, right?” Well, first of all… no, it’s not ALWAYS hot. And second, we had EIGHT (8!) consecutive days over 110. We usually have about that many in one entire summer. We tied our record highest heat a couple of times. That kind of heat just makes me want to sit around and drink cold pop while eating frozen yogurt.
“I thought somebody was barbecuing.”
My husband has started a tradition of making ribs each year at Christmas. Well, this year it expanded to include the 4th of July. I love when he cooks (because it happens so rarely!) We gave the baby a little bit of the ribs. She ate two tiny bits of the meat. It’s the only meat she’s voluntarily picked up and eaten herself. Granted, she stopped after the second piece and threw the rest on the floor. I keep thinking I need to find more things she’ll eat since the doctor says she’s too small… but applesauce pouches probably aren’t the answer. Although, I think she’d probably slurp down multiples of those each day if I let her. Did your baby eat meat?
“I said oh lord Jesus it’s a fire.”
The mountain near Las Vegas is on fire. And since I live in the part of the valley closer to the mountain, we’re getting a good dose of smoke and ash in our air. I don’t want to run outside in that, so… the treadmill has had to suffice.
“Then I ran out, I didn’t grab no shoes or nothin’ Jesus, I ran for my life.”
Alright… this part of her interview doesn’t fit into my life right now. The heat and the fire have diminished how much I’ve run lately. Also…
“And then the smoke got me, I got bronchitis”
I got a cold which then turned into a sinus infection or something. It didn’t make its normal transition into bronchitis, which I usually experience. Or maybe it’s just a very mild form of bronchitis, but I’ve had a little bit of a cough for about 3 weeks now.
“ain’t nobody got time for that.”
On the 4th of July, the baby stopped nursing. She just refused it. She takes bottles of pumped milk with glee. In fact, she sees one on the counter and she gets so excited and angry if you don’t give it to her right away. It was through this that I learned that she likes cold milk. I was swirling the bottle to make sure it was mixed, about to try getting it heated. She was yelling and reaching for it, so I handed it to her and she downed the whole thing. So now… no heating required!
However… I’m not in love with this exclusively pumping stuff. I used to feel like breastfeeding as kind of isolating. But at least that was time spent with my daughter. Pumping for all of her bottles is REALLY isolating. While I never felt comfortable feeding her anywhere in public, the pump adds a whole new hurdle if we wanted to go anywhere. For example, we took a day trip to Utah last week. If I were to do that right now, I’d have to pack my pump and that seems like an inconvenience.
So I’m contemplating this for the next month and a half.
Honestly, I have so many mixed emotions about this. So let’s try breaking them down.
- “Breast is best” I do believe that breastmilk is wonderful and provides so many healthy benefits. And I’m still making the milk. It’s just that… well, I don’t like being tethered to the pump so much. And I hate all the bottles that I have to store in my fridge now to have so much breastmilk at ready. So I feel guilty that I would be choosing to not give her breastmilk for my own convenience. (And for hers, in some ways.)
- No more closeness! I knew there would be a day when we didn’t nurse. I didn’t want to be one of those people who has a 4-year-old at the breast, I was planning on weaning when she was one, which is just 1.5 months away. I didn’t think I would like to nurse, that I would just do it for her sake. But I loved that close, cuddling time. And if I had know that night one week ago would have been the last time, I would have stared at her little face instead of answering emails on my phone.
- How?! I am not even sure how to make this transition from breastmilk to formula.
- Should I? Is it wrong to introduce formula to her for such a short streak? Kids don’t normally drink formula behind one, do they? So I’d just have to introduce cow’s milk to her. (Which concerns me too, but that’s another subject.)
I have a lump in my throat, I’m having such a hard time with this. If you have any experience with a baby that stops nursing, switching a baby from breastmilk to formula or just any advice for me… I’d love to hear it!