At the bottom of the page, there is a link to Glow Bug Diapers. They are a newer brand of cloth diapers that I have heard good feedback on... I have not yet tried them but am awaiting a sample. You can email glowbugdiapers@gmail.com and tell them I'm No Supermama Meetups sent you for a free sample. Also, if you buy through the link below, I will get an incentive discount!
For those of you who use Ecosprout, there is a discount code set up "supermama10" which will give a 10% discount for any orders!
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Check out this great giveaway!
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Monday, July 4, 2011
Happy First Fourth!
Dear Coby,
It is your first Fourth of July. We went to the beach and you had so much fun! You have been teething like a mad man lately... You drool and gnaw on everything! I wonder how much worse it would be without your IBF teething necklace? Last week at playgroup, a few mom's commented on your necklace & I told them where we got ours. This week, 2 new babies had amber necklaces too!
I love you always & forever,
Mama
It is your first Fourth of July. We went to the beach and you had so much fun! You have been teething like a mad man lately... You drool and gnaw on everything! I wonder how much worse it would be without your IBF teething necklace? Last week at playgroup, a few mom's commented on your necklace & I told them where we got ours. This week, 2 new babies had amber necklaces too!
I love you always & forever,
Mama
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Happy Half Birthday!
Dear Coby,
Today you are half! I can't believe that you are already 6 months old. You have grown so much, and learned so much too. I am so proud of you and all that you have accomplished in your young age. Every day, you do something new... Just this morning, you used baby sign language (which we just started learning yesterday) to tell me you wanted to eat milk! You are amazing!
I think that a good way to show you how proud I am is to make a few lists that tell more about Coby at Half!
Things that you can do now:
- You can say 2 syllables such as lala, dada, gaga
- You can roll over from back to front and front to back
- You can pick up things that interest you
- You can put things in your mouth to chew them (including your spoon and bottle sometimes)
- You can push yourself up on your arms
- You jump in your jumperoo
- You can give hugs to Mama!
- You can "kiss" Mama's cheeks (with an open mouth)
- You recognize Cooper, your dog
- You like to watch Baby Signing Times and Baby Mozart
The foods that you eat:
- rice cereal
- sweet potatoes
- carrots (made you constipated the first time you ate them)
- sweet peas
- winter squash
- pears
- applesauce
- bananas (gave you a rash, but we are not sure if it was the additives or the bananas)
- avocado
I made you a half cake for your half birthday (you can't eat it, but Mama will enjoy it tons!) The picture is really blurry because my cellphone got a little oil on the camera...
Coby, I really hope that you enjoy your half birthday! Today we are meeting your brother, Ari, to take special brother pictures for Daddy's Father's Day present. I hope that he loves them!
I will love you always and forever,
Mama
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
The end of the Mama Milk
Tomorrow my little baby will be 6 months old! Nursing has become a stressor... Ever since his surgery, Coby has not been interested in nursing and I have been manually expressing a few times a day. A month ago, I was getting about 2 ounces a day, now I am down to 1/4 ounce a day. As much as I want to continue, and I would if he had been nursing at all, I think this is the end of the Mama Milk. It makes me really sad, I have been holding on for so long... This has been a difficult journey from the start. I guess I can take what I have learned and will use it for the next baby, G-d willing. I feel like I have lost something by giving up. I guess the good news is that I can eat soy and dairy now :)
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Out of the Loop
It has been a hectic past few weeks for us. First we went through Passover, which is always a bit of a stress in itself. Then, the next day was C.'s surgery. We were in and out of the hospital. Now he is on the full road to recovery and I am back... I think.
The surgery went well, without complications. I have to say that the staff at WMC was awesome and I would definitely recommend going there, if you must, for a child's hospital stay.
The day of the surgery, they had told us that C. could not eat from 6 hours before, but could nurse up to 4 hours before. As you know, C. has difficulty nursing and barely will tolerate it when he is not starving. I tried to keep him in bed with me as long as I could and gave him pumped milk from a bottle instead after he barely nursed. We had to be at the hospital at 12 pm, so the night before, my mom and I spent packing bags. We had to be sure to pack his formula because we were told the hospital would not have any. We packed snacks, clothes, books, magazines, an alarm clock to plug in the ipod for C.'s white noise, stuffed animals, we packed basically everything but the dog! I started getting very nervous and decided to make sure the doctor knew how much this baby meant to me. I would have done it in sharpie on his little body if I was not scared of the chemicals.
At the hospital, we went to admitting where we gave them all of our insurance information (which they managed to botch) and signed our lives away. They sent us to the operating waiting area. There, we met a young mother whose 4 month old child was having his 3rd surgery. She was calm and relaxed... She explained that he was having another surgery because he was born with one kidney and his urethra was malformed. I felt silly being as nervous as I was over a "simple" UPJ obstruction when her baby was really having discomfort and multiple surgeries. After waiting over an hour, they called me and my husband in.
The surgeon went over the procedure and explained that he was also going to address the kidney reflux so that C. would not have to have another procedure when he is about 1 1/2 years old. He was a sport and even took a picture with C. for me.
Then the anesthesiologist came and we met with her. Let me tell you, no bedside manner at all! She was very abrupt and matter of fact. She said that we had to put a hat on C. and wrap him with warmed blankets to reduce shock.
Again, we had to sign away our lives. Then she said they were going to take C. I kind of freaked out. I had been told that I would be able to stay with him until he was under the anesthesia. She said that babies under 6 months don't demonstrate any stranger anxiety and that he did not need me. I said that I was going with him... So she brought a gown and hat for me to wear and walked away. Then she yelled back that I should follow with the baby. I followed her. When we were close, she snapped at me that I was not wearing a mask. She gave me one, and he started crying because he could not see my face anymore. We went into the operating room. She told me that when she put a hand up, I had to walk right out, no questions or comments. They put an anesthesia mask over C.'s mouth and nose and he was crying so much! She put her hand up and a nurse told me to kiss his arm and go. Someone outside the door showed me how to get back to the waiting room where my husband and mother were waiting.
We waited for so long... It seemed to be days instead of hours. He went in for his surgery at about 2:30 and they said that it would take about 2 1/2 hours. The surgery finished at around 2 hours 15 minutes. While we were waiting, I tried to keep busy... It seems that I am a big stress eater. I ate a bag of Munchos, some pretzels, some chips... I had a few Dr. Peppers as well. I took a walk and saw the hall of baseball and the model doll house rooms that were set up in the hallways. My husband went to make arrangements with Bikur Cholim for my meals during our stay.
When the surgeon came out to tell us how C. was, I held my breath. He said that they were able to do all that they needed to and that he was fine. All I wanted to hear was that I could do see him and hold him. When we were going back to recovery, my husband's parents came and I know I was rude, but all I wanted to do was see my baby! The surgeon brought us back and the nurse was holding him. He was crying so hoarsely. She handed him to me and it was so hard to find a way to hold him with all the tubes and wires! I was so scared to hurt him; I could not figure out where to put my hands. She told me that I could nurse him, so we tried. The only thing he wanted was to put his face against my chest. It took a while before they had a room for him. They let me walk along side of his crib while they brought him up. It was a long day.
The first night, C. was wiped out and on morphine. I sent my husband and my mother home and I figured that I would get some sleep, but C. had other plans. He would cry out every few minutes and I would go pick him up from that big metal crib. We stood there, hooked up to an IV, catheter, and the nephrostomy bag all night. My little baby looked so much smaller with all that gear on his little body. The nurse, Dina, kept coming in to see how he was doing and to tell me to get some sleep, but while he was uncomfortable or scared, whatever was bothering him, I was not going to be able to sleep at all. It was a long night.
I will have to continue the rest of the story tomorrow, I am exhausted!
The surgery went well, without complications. I have to say that the staff at WMC was awesome and I would definitely recommend going there, if you must, for a child's hospital stay.
The day of the surgery, they had told us that C. could not eat from 6 hours before, but could nurse up to 4 hours before. As you know, C. has difficulty nursing and barely will tolerate it when he is not starving. I tried to keep him in bed with me as long as I could and gave him pumped milk from a bottle instead after he barely nursed. We had to be at the hospital at 12 pm, so the night before, my mom and I spent packing bags. We had to be sure to pack his formula because we were told the hospital would not have any. We packed snacks, clothes, books, magazines, an alarm clock to plug in the ipod for C.'s white noise, stuffed animals, we packed basically everything but the dog! I started getting very nervous and decided to make sure the doctor knew how much this baby meant to me. I would have done it in sharpie on his little body if I was not scared of the chemicals.
At the hospital, we went to admitting where we gave them all of our insurance information (which they managed to botch) and signed our lives away. They sent us to the operating waiting area. There, we met a young mother whose 4 month old child was having his 3rd surgery. She was calm and relaxed... She explained that he was having another surgery because he was born with one kidney and his urethra was malformed. I felt silly being as nervous as I was over a "simple" UPJ obstruction when her baby was really having discomfort and multiple surgeries. After waiting over an hour, they called me and my husband in.
The surgeon went over the procedure and explained that he was also going to address the kidney reflux so that C. would not have to have another procedure when he is about 1 1/2 years old. He was a sport and even took a picture with C. for me.
Again, we had to sign away our lives. Then she said they were going to take C. I kind of freaked out. I had been told that I would be able to stay with him until he was under the anesthesia. She said that babies under 6 months don't demonstrate any stranger anxiety and that he did not need me. I said that I was going with him... So she brought a gown and hat for me to wear and walked away. Then she yelled back that I should follow with the baby. I followed her. When we were close, she snapped at me that I was not wearing a mask. She gave me one, and he started crying because he could not see my face anymore. We went into the operating room. She told me that when she put a hand up, I had to walk right out, no questions or comments. They put an anesthesia mask over C.'s mouth and nose and he was crying so much! She put her hand up and a nurse told me to kiss his arm and go. Someone outside the door showed me how to get back to the waiting room where my husband and mother were waiting.
When the surgeon came out to tell us how C. was, I held my breath. He said that they were able to do all that they needed to and that he was fine. All I wanted to hear was that I could do see him and hold him. When we were going back to recovery, my husband's parents came and I know I was rude, but all I wanted to do was see my baby! The surgeon brought us back and the nurse was holding him. He was crying so hoarsely. She handed him to me and it was so hard to find a way to hold him with all the tubes and wires! I was so scared to hurt him; I could not figure out where to put my hands. She told me that I could nurse him, so we tried. The only thing he wanted was to put his face against my chest. It took a while before they had a room for him. They let me walk along side of his crib while they brought him up. It was a long day.
The first night, C. was wiped out and on morphine. I sent my husband and my mother home and I figured that I would get some sleep, but C. had other plans. He would cry out every few minutes and I would go pick him up from that big metal crib. We stood there, hooked up to an IV, catheter, and the nephrostomy bag all night. My little baby looked so much smaller with all that gear on his little body. The nurse, Dina, kept coming in to see how he was doing and to tell me to get some sleep, but while he was uncomfortable or scared, whatever was bothering him, I was not going to be able to sleep at all. It was a long night.
I will have to continue the rest of the story tomorrow, I am exhausted!
Monday, May 2, 2011
5 months, 1 week
Dear Coby,
Today we went to Dr. Franco to have your nephrostomy tube removed! You were such a brave boy! You did not even cry at all. First we walked to Summer street, it took us about 10 minutes. The weather was so nice that I could not imagine bundling you up in the car. While we were walking, we must have passed some trees that I am allergic to because I could not stop sneezing! When we got there, D. Franco said that you were doing great! He had to remove the nephrostomy tube. The tube was about 7-8 inches long, black and white striped with a cap on the end, and was in your left kidney. It slithered out like a snake when the doctor removed the stitches that were holding it in. Nana had to look away! Dr. Franco said that we can give you a bath tomorrow, you can bounce in your jumperoo (yay!), and you can start swimming next Monday!
After we left the office, we walked to Target so I could get some Zyrtec for these stinking allergies... You slept the whole time we were walking. When we got home, you were so excited to go in your jumperoo! We were shocked to see that your feet now touch the floor and you don't need the ottoman lid anymore. You are growing up so fast!
I love you always and forever,
Mama
Today we went to Dr. Franco to have your nephrostomy tube removed! You were such a brave boy! You did not even cry at all. First we walked to Summer street, it took us about 10 minutes. The weather was so nice that I could not imagine bundling you up in the car. While we were walking, we must have passed some trees that I am allergic to because I could not stop sneezing! When we got there, D. Franco said that you were doing great! He had to remove the nephrostomy tube. The tube was about 7-8 inches long, black and white striped with a cap on the end, and was in your left kidney. It slithered out like a snake when the doctor removed the stitches that were holding it in. Nana had to look away! Dr. Franco said that we can give you a bath tomorrow, you can bounce in your jumperoo (yay!), and you can start swimming next Monday!
After we left the office, we walked to Target so I could get some Zyrtec for these stinking allergies... You slept the whole time we were walking. When we got home, you were so excited to go in your jumperoo! We were shocked to see that your feet now touch the floor and you don't need the ottoman lid anymore. You are growing up so fast!
I love you always and forever,
Mama
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