I ate my Placenta and I'm not a cannibal

When I decided to have a second child, I knew that I was going to eat my placenta. I had read about placenta encapsulation and I decided that I would do it for my second birth. Placenta encapsulation, is the method of taking the placenta and encapsulating it into a pill form. You then ingest the pills and reap tons of benefits. My main reasons for going this route was to avoid PPD and increase milk production.

The Placenta after birth

When you tell people your plans for warding off PPD (post partum depression) by eating your own placenta, you usually get horrified reactions. Then you explain that you're not eating it like a steak dinner, but putting it into a pill. Some people say, yeah that's not too bad, others are still super grossed out. My next question to them is, "What's worse, killing yourself and maybe the baby or eating your placenta?" Usually I get silence after that question. However, I prefer that rather than the judgemental statements. I don't think people really understand the seriousness of PPD. There's a big difference, in the baby blues you get right after you have the baby as opposed to PPD.



Shelley prepping the placenta for encapsulation

After getting PPD with the first baby, I really didn't want to go through it again. Once you have PPD, the recurrence for getting it with your next birth(s) increases. I was already at risk for getting it again. I wanted to stave off the risk.  I didn't take any drugs with Logan because of breastfeeding. I certainly wasn't going to take drugs the second time around. For people who have never had PPD, it's hard for them to grasp how terrible it is. Imagine giving birth to a baby and not really caring. Plus, all the crying and feeling miserable. I hate crying. I wanted to do everything to avoid PPD, in a natural way. Another big reason for doing placenta encapsulation, was for the increase in milk production.

My milk came in after a week of giving birth to Logan, which is a little late. I believe it was due to the c-section and the lack of support I got in the hospital towards breastfeeding.





Look at those veins! Atticus got a lot of nutrients!!

For some reason, I got the pro-formula nurses at Women and Infants. I only had one or two nurses that actually helped teach me how to breastfeed. The other ones kept pushing me towards formula and pretty much forcing me to use it. One nurse told me that I had to stop "controlling the situation" and I would be fine. I wanted to punch her in the face, but I was too depressed.
Whenever I tell people this, they always say their nurses at W&I were pro-breastfeeding. I have no idea why the experience was different for me. Perhaps because I was there for 5 days where most people are there for 2 days? That would increase my chances of getting different nurses.

I finally saw a lactation consultant the day after we got discharged from the hospital. Everything else was taken away from me during the birth. I was determined to at least breastfeed. After seeing the lactation consultant the milk came in and I breastfed easily.


Draining the blood from the placenta

I did not want to go through this again with Atticus. If eating my placenta increased milk production and warded off PPD, then my placenta was going to be eaten.

When we decided to do the home birth, the midwife was going to do the encapsulation. However, she had "weird feelings" about the birth and referred us to Memorial Hospital. After she did that I had to find a placenta encapsulate(r). My doula, Jess Fuss had added me to the RI Home birth page of facebook. It was through there that I found Shelley Harvey. I emailed her to let her know about the upcoming birth. She emailed me, quickly, with the paperwork. I was relieved that I found another placenta encapsulate(r).




Deflated placenta

Before the birth, I told Dr. Magee that I was going to encapsulate my placenta. She said a lot of people take their placentas home at Memorial. I added that notation on my birth plan and made my nurse Ashley aware.

The placenta is stored in a section of the hospital after birth. When you are discharged, then you collect it. Since I was discharged on the weekend, they told the resident that we had to come pick it up on Monday. When you encapsulate the placenta, it needs to be done as quickly as possible. I was freaking out that we would have to wait that long.

The inside of the placenta

The resident said she would talk to Dr. Magee to see what could be done. About 30 minutes later, Dr. Magee came in with the placenta. She said, "I just took it, it's ridiculous that you would have to come back for it." Dr. Magee is bad ass. If you want a doctor that is very patient focused, super smart, and awesome I recommend Dr. Magee.

We called Shelley to tell her when we would be home. She came early the next morning and started the process of encapsulation.



Steaming the placenta with ginger

While she was working on the placenta, Tim and I sat and watched. It was a pretty fascinating process. We had great conversations about child birth with Shelley and learned a lot of new things.

Watching the process of encapsulation, was a great way to understand the choice I made. I can handle a lot of gory things, but I did have some lingering hesitations.

Side note: When my grandpa cut his finger off with an electric table saw, I was the person that went back to get the finger. Afterwards, my Aunt Susan and I were the ones who went back to clean the mess. I didn't want my Aunt Susan to clean the saw blade. I thought it would be too horrific for her because that's her Dad. I thought, since I was his granddaughter, I could disengage myself more easily than she would be able to.  Let's just say the saw blade was not...pretty.



Steamed placenta

Since I was able to handle (un)pretty things, I thought that eating my placenta would be easy. Honestly, the smell of steaming placenta was not pleasant. I kept focusing on the ginger smell to keep my mind off it. Tim, and I joked about how the placenta looked like a side of beef.

I wasn't overjoyed about the aspect of eating the placenta. I was focusing on the positive benefits that I and Atticus would receive. I can understand why people would be disgusted by the thought. However, going through PPD is a lot worse than eating your placenta in a pill format.


Once the placenta is cleaned and steamed, it is put into a dehydrator overnight...similar to how you make beef jerky.

The dehydrator

Shelley came back the next morning to finish the process. When Shelley came back the next morning, I was taking a nap with Atticus. Tim let her in and watched Logan so that I could finally get some sleep.

After the placenta has been dehydrated, it is grounded into powder, then put into pill capsules. Shelley left me a note with instructions. She told Tim that if I was feeling sick, to not ingest any of the pills. Also, that I should only drink water to swallow the pills. This is according to the belief of the Traditional Chinese Method of Encapsulation. Shelley used this method to prepare my placenta for consumption.

The placenta has been encapsulated!
 

I remember telling our pediatrician, Dr. McGonigle, that I had encapsulated the placenta. He was happy that I chose to do that. Then he asked Tim if he had taken any (remember we go to a "hippie" doctor). Before Tim could answer, I said," No way, they're mine!" I did let Tim take some. He said that he felt super energized that day.

I was able to enjoy the benefits of encapsulation. I avoided the baby blues and PPD. Milk production has not been an issue for me. It is a little hard for me to swallow the pills sometimes. They are starting to taste iron(y). I chug them down with water to avoid the taste. I stopped taking them after a month and half. I was feeling awesome. I wanted to save them for really tough days. Then my grandpa passed away on February 27th.

This is the cord shaped into a heart

When my grandpa passed away, I started feeling down again. I am planning to start taking them again soon. I want to make sure the death of my grandpa doesn't give PPD an excuse to come back. It's been rough, emotionally, dealing with his death, the adjustment of having one child, and increasing that number. It is getting easier.

I am glad that I made the decision to encapsulate my placenta. It has really helped me recover from childbirth. If I ever get pregnant again, I will not hesitate to encapsulate that placenta.

Natural VBAC Birth Story

I'm finally getting a chance to write Atticus' birth story! I'm not sure now long it will take me to finish, but we'll see. The birth of Atticus was so different compared to the birth of Logan. The biggest difference being that Atticus was a vbac. A vbac is a vaginal birth after cesarean. It doesn't necessarily have to be drug free, but I wanted it to be because of what happened with Logan. I really think that getting the epidural at 9cm stalled my labor and left me "stuck" at that dilation.



Atticus and I bonding

When I was pregnant with Atticus we were currently living in Georgia. I found a midwife office and hospital that would allow vbac water births. In August of 2012 we moved back to Rhode Island and I had to come up with a plan b. Tim found a home birth midwife that would accept vbacs. I was scared, but ecstatic that I could have a water birth. Then 4 weeks before my due date, the midwife called Tim and told him that she had a weird feeling about the birth. She didn't go into specifics, but said that we should go to Memorial Hospital to have the birth. I was pissed.

She referred us to Dr. Magee, who kindly took us on as late patients. Dr. Magee is an awesome doctor! I felt comfortable within minutes of meeting with her. A week later, I found out I had gestational diabetes. It seemed like a 2nd csection was inevitable.

However, Dr. Magee assured me that we would try to avoid a csection. I ended up being able to control the gestational diabetes through diet. I didn't have to take medication. Dr. Magee was also hoping that I would go earlier or closer to my due date. When you have gestational diabetes, they don't want you to go pass your due date because the baby will be "too big". I was too, like every pregnant woman in her last month of pregnancy.

During one of our last appointments before I gave birth, she recommended doing the evening primrose oil method of natural induction. This doesn't automatically pop a baby out, it just helps to soften your cervix. I ordered a bottle from Amazon and received it on January 30th. I followed the instructions and went to bed.

At 4:30 am, on January 31st, I got up to use the bathroom. When I stood up, I felt a little trickle of liquid and I assumed I peed myself. When I went back to bed, I noticed that I was having contractions. I had been having Braxton Hicks contractions for about a month so I wasn't too worried. I went back to sleep and woke up around 6:00am, when Tim was getting ready for work. I noticed that I was still having contractions. These contractions were actually noticeable this time as well. My prior contractions weren't painful so I didn't know they were contractions. These weren't super intense, but I actually felt them. I started timing my contractions on my iPhone at 7:56am. At this point they were happening every 5-6 minutes.



Extremely tired after birth and Atticus is already eating!

I called my doula Jess and she thought it sounded like labor. Since I originally wanted a home birth, she advised me to try to labor as long as possible at home. I called the hospital and they thought it sounded like labor as well. They advised me to come in. I called Tim and told him to come home. He got home around 11am. In the mean time, I was calling family members to see who could watch Logan. My aunt Susan wasn't able to watch him till about 3pm. I sat on a birthing ball, leaned forward onto the bed, to make sure the baby was facing my back. I didn't want another sunny side up baby.

I asked Tim to get me some spicy Chinese food and it was so freaking hot my mouth was on fire. Tim did laundry. I packed the last remaining items I needed for the hospital. I wasn't sure I was even in labor because my contractions were not painful at all. We dropped Logan off next door and we got to the hospital around 4pm.

When we got to the hospital, they hooked me up to the monitor to see if I was having contractions. They were still about 5-6 minutes apart. However, they would sometimes be 7-8 minutes or even 10 minutes. The resident checked me to see if I had broken my water. The test came back unverified. We got a great nurse Ashley who made sure we were comfortable. We basically sat and waited. Everyone was pretty sure I wasn't in labor because I was not in any pain whatsoever. My doula Jess asked if I needed her yet. I told her not to bother till we found out if I was in labor yet. Tim and I ate dinner and watched TV. We listened to the other laboring women scream and moan outside the door.

Then Dr. Magee came in, she was going to check to see if I was dilated and how far along I was before releasing me. She was pretty sure I wasn't in labor yet because of my demeanor. I told her for Logan it didn't hurt till 7cm. She checked me and that's when she found out that I was 5cm already. Apparently, I was in labor. Dr. Magee joked that I better not tell the other women how far along I was. They were all admitted before me and not as far as I was. Also, they were all having harder and more painful contractions. The lady in the next room screaming was only 4cm.

Dr. Magee wanted my contractions to be closer together in order to avoid the pitocin. We did the natural nipple stimulation to get get my contractions more regular. That worked to a point...no pun intended.

The electrode in Atticus' scalp

In the meantime, my nurse Ashley was trying to get the mobile monitor to work in order for me to walk. This would help my contractions and I could avoid pitocin. For some reason it wouldn't work and we decided to do the internal fetal monitoring. In order to have a vbac, I had to agree to continuous monitoring. It was hospital policy. If I wanted a vbac it was something that I had to put up with.

With internal monitoring an electrode with a tiny spiral wire on the end is inserted through your cervix and screwed into the surface of your baby's scalp. When the electrode was placed into Atticus' head another bag of water broke.

After that was done I walked around the labor & delivery floor and the recovery wing as well. I remember it being really hot that day because of the weather. My l&d room was boiling. The windows were open in the recovery wing and it was awesome to feel the breeze from outside.

During the walk my contractions were getting stronger by the minute. I remember telling my husband that we should have called Jess earlier. When we walked to the nurses' station a contraction hit me so bad, I had to lean over the desk. Tim told me that one of the doctors threw their clipboard down to help hold my back. I kept walking and doubling over in pain when the contraction would hit. I told Tim to call Jess. She arrived quickly and we decided to head back to the room. My contractions were getting so strong that I couldn't stand up anymore.

So red!

We decided that I should sit on a birthing ball and lean over the hospital bed. We wanted to make sure that this baby would not be sunny side up. Dr. Magee decided to check me to see how far along I was. I was at 6cms.

I was so disappointed. I couldn't believe that I had only progressed 1 cm in what felt like 3 hours. In reality it was probably 20 minutes. I had to go to the bathroom.

When I got to the bathroom the pain was excruciating. I called out to Tim and he came in. I started having flashbacks to Logan's birth, when I cried in the bathroom because of the pain. I didn't really cry this time, but I was telling Tim that I wasn't sure how much longer I could do this drug free.

I came back into the room and started telling Jess, Dr. Magee, and Ashley that I needed the epidural. They kept telling me that I could do this and Jess was telling me to give into the pain. They were all very encouraging, but at that point I felt done. It was 10:00ish at night and I had been laboring since 4:30am.

Jess held my back and hips while I was on the birthing ball to ease the contractions. She had Tim try to do it. I told him to go away since it didn't help. She came back and sat behind me. In between contractions I was begging for the epidural. Dr. Magee said that the anesthesiologist was coming they just had to set up the bolus in my hand. I found out later that they were all pretending that the anesthesiologist was coming. They knew that I wanted a natural birth and they were stalling.

I told Dr. Magee that labor this time around was a lot harder than it was with Logan. With Logan's birth the pain wasn't bad till I got to 9cms. The second time around it felt like the pain was worse and coming quicker. I didn't even think about the epidural till I was at 9cms with Logan. The pain was manageable.This time around I was begging for it. Jess kept reminding me that I wanted a natural birth, that I wanted to avoid the csection. I told her that I didn't care, that I just couldn't do this. She told me to moan the pain out, at that point I just had to hold it all in.  I kept wondering where the hell the anesthesiologist was. Why was he taking so damn long?



Atticus Finn is here!

Then my body involuntarily shot back and Jess caught me so that I wouldn't fall off the birthing ball. I grabbed Ashley's arm and I told Dr. Magee that I was pushing no matter how dilated I was. I felt the most insane pressure to push. I couldn't stop the urge to push no matter what. Dr. Magee decided to check me to see how far along I was. I was at 10 cms.

I had progressed from 6cms to 10cms in about 20 minutes. That's why it was so painful and worse than the first time around. I thought the second birth would be easy because I handled 9cms, on pitocin last time. Pitocin makes your contractions stronger and more painful. However, last time I didn't dilate 4 cms in 20 minutes. It's nice that it goes by quickly, but the quicker it is, the more painful.

Dr. Magee tried to deliver the baby on the birthing ball, but she didn't have enough room. She asked me to hop on the bed. I said absolutely not. Then, I got a quick break in contractions and jumped on the bed in one second. Doctors and nurses started running into the room with equipment.

Then it was time to push...

Logan is petting him like a dog

I have heard of women pushing for hours. I was in so much pain, that I told myself that this was going to be fast. I was screaming louder than I had ever screamed before. Jess and Dr. Magee told me to focus it on the pushing/moaning because high pitched screaming wouldn't help. While the screaming made me feel better, focusing on the pushing does help. I had asked for no guidance  in pushing and to just let me push when I wanted to. They agreed to my wishes and let me push when I felt the need. Then I started pushing and the baby was almost there. I pushed again and he crowned. I finally got to experience what people call the ring of fire. It felt like someone lit a match and threw it onto my vagina. I started pushing harder so that I could get rid of that pain.

Finally, they held up the baby and I saw that it was a boy. Atticus arrived at 11:07pm. I only pushed for 15 minutes. He was ready to be here and I was ready to get him out.

Atticus was immediately given to me all gross and new baby like. He started breastfeeding immediately since he's a fatty :) Tim was able to cut the cord.


First kiss from his big brother!

Natural birth was physically one of the most painful experiences of my life thus far. I'm not going to lie. I can't even describe what the pain of a contraction feels like. The pain from Logan was definitely easier to manage because I dilated a lot slower.

However, the recovery from this, as opposed to the csection, was a million times better. The recovery from the csection was horrible compared to the recovery of natural birth. I would pick natural childbirth over a csection any day.



I was happy that I finally got my natural birth that I had wanted when I first got pregnant with Logan. I am grateful that Dr. Magee, my nurse Ashley, and my doula Jess helped me achieve that goal.

Cesarean Birth Story

It's been almost three weeks since I gave birth to my second baby Atticus Finn. The birth of my second child is a complete 180 compared to the birth of Logan. I'm going to share both experiences for those contemplating a natural drug free birth and for those that are going to have a cesarean/c-section.

Logan

When I was pregnant with my Logan I was wafting between getting an epidural or avoiding one. At the time I met my friend Keri at work and she was also pregnant. She wanted a completely natural zero intervention birth. She recommended that I watch "The Business of Being Born" to gather more information. Tim and I watched it; our opinion of child birth changed. I decided that I wanted to have a natural child birth.

I started reading more books to prepare myself. I read Ina May Gaskin's Guide to Childbirth and Birthing from Within. I rewatched "The Business of Being Born" to gear myself for the upcoming birth. I also watched a Baby Story on TLC and was enraged by a lot of what was happening during these births. I didn't want the pitocin, epidural, c-section cycle that most hospitals seemed to recommend.

I switched over to a midwife/obgyn practice so that I could have a midwife and a better chance at a natural birth.

To show how crazy it's been with 2 kids it's been almost 2 more weeks since I wrote the above paragraphs. Between making sure the toddler doesn't do something nuts and having the baby attached to the boob it's been busy. So to continue where I left off...

With Logan's birth, after switching to a midwife group I was determined to have a natural birth. In the book Birthing from Within they recommend holding an ice cube in your hand and try different coping mechanisms. The pain of child birth is nothing like holding an ice cube, but the point of the exercise is to find a coping mechanism to deal with discomfort. You were supposed to hold the ice cube for 30 seconds to 1 minute at a time and find a coping mechanism.

I would hold on to that ice cube for 10 minutes thinking, "I got this".



See the cut on his face?

I was amped that I would be able to handle natural childbirth. Then Logan's due date came around, but no Logan. A week and 6 days later the midwive's told me I had low amniotic fluid and I needed to be induced. That was a downer. I had a feeling I was going to fall into the pit, epi, csection cycle. I later found out that low amniotic fluid is a myth.

On March 8th, straight from my appointment, they told me to check into the hospital immediately. They would use cervadil to soften the cervix. I was given a sleeping pill because the next day would be really hard. Yeah that sleeping pill was useless.

The next day around 5 am I called my doula Jessica Fuss and we started trying to induce labor naturally. I started walking laps around the hospital floor. My midwife on call was willing to let me delay the pitocin for an hour to get natural labor started. It didn't work so we went to the l&d floor. At Women & Infants they have an ABC unit. Which is the alternative birthing unit for people who want a "natural hospital" birth. I had planned to go there, but because I was getting induced I couldn't. They were nice enough to give a huge room with my own shower to mimic the ABC.

I had a fantastic nurse who took my birth plan and wasn't offended. She tried to fulfill my wishes, but things just didn't go my way.

I had to have continuous monitoring because when they first put the monitor on me, Logan's heart rate dipped. The problem with that, was his heart rate could only be read if I was lying flat on my back. That was fine for the first 6cm of dilation however, once I got to 7cm it was hard to just lay on my back and not move. Have you ever tried to labor naturally without moving? Not that easy.

I kept having to get up to pee and they had to keep readjusting the monitor. I threw up a couple of times. I started shaking like I was having seizures. It basically sucked.

So finally after hours of pain and not being able to move I got the epidural at 9cms. I fell asleep for a little bit and stopped progressing. Logan was sunny side up and my cervix was anterior. Then I started feeling enormous pressure and the epidural was useless at that point.

Finally they decided that I should get the csection. I was so upset and defeated at that point. Everything on my birth plan was completely wasted. The only thing I got to do was wear my own nightgown during the surgery. Yippee.

I remember thinking, "This is like a really shitty episode of Grey's Anatomy, I better not fucking die." I was shaking the whole way down to the operating room where they wheeled me in. Tons of people were in the room already, but I requested that only people that needed to be in there were in there. I said no to students. I was already pissed about getting a csection. I didn't feel like having students view my innards.

Tim came in and he was worried that I was having seizures because I was convulsing on the table. The anesthesiologist assured him that that was normal. My arms felt dead and they were strapped down. The lights were super bright and I could only stare at the ceiling. Tim kept trying to talk to me, but I just tuned him out. I think the depression was already setting in. I already felt like a huge failure because I couldn't birth the way that I had imagined.

When they brought Logan over the cloth wall to my face to see him, I really didn't care at that point. I do remember telling Tim to get away from me and to stay with Logan. Every time Tim hovered over me, I told him to go away and focus on Logan.

Finally, they took Logan to the room and I told Tim to go with them. I stayed behind to get my organs put into place and stitched up.

Logan meeting Daddy for the first time

When we were in the recovery room Tim was arguing with the nurse about putting erythromycin in Logan's eyes. Another thing on my birth plan that the new nurse ignored. Then they kept trying to get me to hold Logan. I was nervous because my arms still felt dead and I didn't want to drop him. I also didn't really have any interest in holding him.

It wasn't until we moved up to the recovery floor that I noticed the big cut on Logan's face. Tim was trying to keep it quiet so that I wouldn't be more upset. During the csection his cheek was cut open by the scalpel. Our nurse kept downplaying it, but my midwife finally stepped in and said he needed stitches. The plastic surgeon came in and put stitches in his face. She told us that he was the youngest patient she ever worked on...he was 3 hours old at that time.

Being Stalked by a Famous Person

Sophmore Year

Senior Year

I remember when I was in high school the show Popular was on the air. Classmates would come up to me and say, "Hey there's a girl with almost your name on the show Popular." I would of course ask what her name was and they would say Lily Esposito. My maiden name is Lilia Esposito, not that common of name. I thought it was weird because if my name were Jane Smith it wouldn't be surprising if someone had a similar name to me on a t.v. show. I never watched the show and kind of forgot about it.


"Lily Esposito" from Popular

Fast forward to 10 years later and the show Glee aired. I started watching it and heard that the creator of Glee was Ryan Murphy. My husband found that hysterical because his brother's name is Ryan Murphy. Every time the subject of Glee comes up my husband is always telling people, "My brother is the creator of that show, ha ha ha!" To him the joke never gets old.

Glee

Obviously the show Glee is popular and you start learning more about the creator of Glee. I've seen him interviewed on t.v. and I watch Glee. It wasn't until his kid was born that I realized that somehow Ryan Murphy is stalking me.

I woke up one morning and I read an article that stated that Ryan Murphy's son was born. As I was reading the article I noticed that he had named his son Logan Phineas Miller Murphy! Um, my son's name is Logan Murphy! What the hell Ryan Murphy!!! I mean clearly there are other Logan Murphy's in the world because Murphy is a very common last name. Logan is also becoming a very popular first name.

Ryan Murphy's Logan

My Logan

Now here's the final piece to make me realize that Ryan Murphy is indeed my celebrity stalker. The day that I read the article about Ryan Murphy's son it reminded me about the show Popular. I started wondering who the creator of the show was because I wanted to see if there was a reason for the Lily Esposito name. I was shocked to see that Ryan Murphy was one of the creators of Popular!!! So what's the deal Ryan Murphy why are you obsessed with me??

Obviously, I don't think Ryan Murphy is stalking me, we have never lived in the same states or have ever crossed paths. I just find the parallel names thing a funny coincidence. The Lily Esposito thing is funny because Lily or Lilia Esposito are not common names. I'm just wondering how that name came about in the drawing room. The Logan Murphys thing is not surprising because I think with the popularity of Logan rising there will be more Logan Murphys out there. I do hope that one day I can meet Ryan Murphy and ask him why he's obsessed with me ;)

Co-sleepers, bassinets, and in bed sleepers oh my!

I decided to review products that I used to help our family co-sleep. My first post on this blog clearly shows that I am an advocate for co-sleeping. This post is going to review the products that we used to help us co-sleep efficiently. The first product we decided to use was a stand alone bassinet the Graco Pack n Play. It also converted into a play yard as well.



Logan using the pack n play.

We actually bought a used one from one of my co-workers. I wanted to save money and I wasn't sure how often we would be using it. We placed it into the corner of our bedroom because it was huge and we didn't want it to obstruct our walkways.

It worked fine, but for breast feeding purposes it kept us more awake. Since I had a c-section Tim decided he would be nice and get Logan for me. Tim is a deep sleeper so I would have to wake him up to get Logan. He would get Logan, bring him into the bed, then I would re-wake him to put Logan back in the sleeper. It was hard for me to get in and out of the bed because of the c-section scar healing. It took me a really long time to walk normally without pain. Getting up and out of bed comfortably took a very long time.

If you decide to breast feed, the baby does usually need to be fed every two hours. Formula fed babies sleep a little bit longer...usually. Tim was trying to be a good husband and father by helping me get Logan. I also had post partum depression. One of my symptoms was constant fear that the baby would die in his sleep. I would wake Tim up to go check on Logan because I was afraid to find him dead. That would happen every 20 minutes. So clearly this effected mine and Tim's sleeping pattern. This only lasted two weeks.

When we talked to Logan's pediatrician he recommended putting Logan in our bed. I was too afraid because I know that Tim is heavy sleeper. I had images of him crushing Logan in our sleep. I tried to think of a happy medium. I found the arms reach co-sleeper and I thought this would work!!


Packed up and ready to go

We bought the mini and tried to set it up. Our previous bed was too short to line up with the co-sleeper. We decided to return the arms reach co-sleeper to Babies R Us. While walking around Babies R Us, I happened upon this snuggle nest. I thought that maybe this would work. It had sides around it so I knew that Tim wouldn't crush our baby. It also would block pillows that might suffocate Logan and it wasn't overly priced.
We used this for about 6 months. I liked it because I could take it to different places and it was a nice safe space for Logan to sleep. I was never a fan of placing a baby on a  regular bed with pillows as a buffer.  The snuggle nest eased my fears, when I took him places during his nap time. I knew that Tim couldn't roll over into it because the sides are hard plastic so he would feel it and not roll into it.



Snuggle Nest

The negative aspect of this snuggle nest is the breast feeding part. In order to feed Logan I would have to pick him up and place him next to me. I couldn't just roll over and pop the boob in. Afterwards, I would have to place him back into it when he was done eating. This cut into my sleeping time because I would have to stay awake and alert during the feeding. However, this helped Tim's sleeping time. I never had to wake up him to get Logan or to check on him. I could check on him myself.

Tim was extremely well rested even with a newborn in our room.  I always woke up about 5 minutes before Logan would. This prevented him from waking up crying because I would already have the boob ready for him. This is a normal phenomenon that occurs when you sleep in the same room as your baby since birth. Your internal clock syncs with the baby's internal clock so that you wake up prior to the baby waking up. Tim could sleep a full 8 hours without a crying baby or having to wake up and check on the baby. He had it easy compared to most new parents lol.



The co-sleeper being used already!

Finally when Logan was about 6 months I just let him sleep in the bed. I could roll over, feed him, fall asleep, and wait for the next time. I know all the research and expert opinions about co-sleeping dangers. So I don't care what your criticisms may be. Logan is clearly alive and well, so co-sleeping didn't kill him.
Now the reason I'm using the arms reach mini sleeper for baby number 2 actually has to do with Logan. Sometimes in the middle of the night, Logan will wake up and come into our room. I'm afraid that he'll sleep on top of the baby. He might not see the baby or since he's only two years old he's not going to consciously know that you're not supposed to sleep on the baby.



It doesn't take up too much space

I bought this arms reach co-sleeper used. The previous owner had never used it and she discounted it nicely. It was in great condition when I received it, no stains and very sturdy. I decided to get the mini because I anticipate only using it till the baby is about 6 months. Logan is pretty much sleeping in his room and he'll most likely be in his own bed full time.

The co-sleeper only took 20 minutes to set up and attach to the bed. For some reason, the previous memory I have of the first co-sleeper was that it had a lot of pieces and looked like it would take forever to set up. This time around it was a cinch.

The only negative that I can see is that there is a dip from the height of our mattress to the baby's mattress. This means that I will have to pick up the baby to breast feed then put them back in the sleeper. Which is fine because, I think it will be better for me, rather than having to physically get up and get the baby. This co-sleeper can also be detached from the bed and used as a stand alone or a play yard. I think this co-sleeper provides many advantages for the price.

If you're looking for something cheap I recommend a snuggle nest type of product. The co-sleeper is great because it's pretty much three products in one. I think it can be economical especially if you plan on having more children. If you want to co-sleep and you're afraid of crushing the baby the Snuggle Nest or the Arms Reach are great products. I suggest trying out products, but check the return policies of the store. If you can try it and return it if it doesn't work, then that's fantastic! If you're not a fan of co-sleeping, but want a bassinet in the room the Graco pack n play or Arms Reach would work as well.

Good luck in finding a product that works for your family. You might find that putting a baby in a crib, in the other room works for your family and that's fine too! To each their own and whatever works for your family is what is best for you!


A Modest Proposal

When you're pregnant your emotions are on a crazy tilt-a-whirl. Right now I'm feeling a lot of hatred.

I think they should have a 9 month (free) farm that pregnant women go to. They can bring their other children and have 24 hour daycare. Husbands are only allowed to visit, but can't sleep over. Then you give birth and stay for a year. After that year you return to your normal life.

The pregnant women can make arts and crafts that they sell at Michaels, Home Goods, Hobby Lobby etc. So it's kinds like slave labor, but relaxing. We can do jobs that aren't too stressful emotionally or physically. I was thinking some type of call center job, but too many stupid people call call centers.

Or we could do some kind of instant messaging tech support. We don't have to talk to anyone just type. We could keep those jobs in America and technically it would be cheaper than outsourcing it to India or wherever. The companies don't have to pay a salary just maintain a nice living environment for pregnant women and their other kids.

Plus it would be awesome because women are always getting pregnant so it's not like the workforce would die down. It's also not a concentration camp because you have the choice of going there and leaving anytime you want.

It would keep pregnant women away from general population since it's not like they're wanted there anyway. The benefits for Non-Pregos:
- The random courtesy parking spaces for pregnant people will no longer exist. Even though those rarely exist anyway.
- You won't have to worry about covering for that lazy pregnant person on maternity leave because she ain't going to be there anyway.
-People won't have to deal with hormonal pregnant women anymore. Eww emotions.
-That tired pregnant woman running around with a screaming toddler won't be there to annoy you at Starbucks, the grocery store, the DMV, basically anywhere.
- The divorce rate would most likely go down.
- It will cut down on the chance of seeing gross displays of public breastfeeding.
- Strollers on sidewalks will not be as frequent.

There are so many positive things that pregos and non-pregos would gain from this. I could make this list go on for days. Who wants to help me bring this to the attention of our federal government???

Why Hunger Games is not a ripoff of Battle Royale

Yay, children as killers!

I remember when the Hunger Games movie was coming out people were saying it was a ripoff of Battle Royale. After finally seeing Battle Royale I really don't think it is. The only thing they have in common is children killing children which in this case they're both ripoffs of Lord of the Flies.

Then people were saying how can Suzanne Collins have never heard or seen Battle Royale?? Well Battle Royale came out in 2001 and I only heard about it last year when Hunger Games was coming out. Battle Royale never came to the US, it was banned. Also, how many foreign movies come to our mainstream theaters? You would have to actively look for it. It just came to Netflix this year so you can't use the Netflix excuse. In order to know about this movie, you would have to have a passion for Asian cinema or foreign cinema. I really don't think that the average middle age woman from the US would have the opportunity to see this. It's not as if it aired as movie on Lifetime. It wasn't even on our premium channels like HBO, Cinemax, or Starz.

I've read the Hunger Games and seen the movie. I have only seen the Battle Royale movie. There is a book, but I haven't read it. There are major differences in theme. The first being that the Hunger Games is a book set in the future of a dystopian society. In BR a group of classmates are gassed and taken to a remote island. In HG the games are used a punishment for an uprising that happened 75 years ago. In BR this is a way to control rowdy youth who stopped going to school and are becoming out of control. The games in HG aren't a way to control the youth, but to stop the districts from trying to up rise again. Clearly there are two very different reasons why children are being forced to kill each other in these stories.

Then there is a countdown of each child being killed. This is normal for both authors to come to this concept separately. It's called reality TV. We are always counting down the people being exiled or voted off in these shows. In HG the images appear in the sky at night. In BR dramatic irony is used to convey the number of children left. The children are never aware of who is dead, but the audience is told the numerical order of each child dying.

One huge difference is how each child receives supplies. In BR each child is given a backpack with a weapon ranging for machine guns to the lid of a trashcan. In HG they were given nothing. They had to run to the cornucopia to grab an assembly of supplies and risk getting murdered. Later on they might get a sponsor to send them things. They don't have sponsors in BR.

I think the biggest difference in these two stories is that HG used the games as reality TV fodder where BR didn't. The only person shown watching the action in BR was their former teacher Kitano. In the HG every person in the districts and in the capital is forced to watch the games. The capital citizens treating it more like entertainment than those in the districts.

I liked HG better than BR, but that's because I read the book. Perhaps if I read the BR book my opinion would be different. In terms of the movie I personally didn't care for the HG movie. I've seen better YouTube remakes with beanie babies. The BR movie was a typical Asian slasher fill full of high drama. Tim only watched the first 10 minutes and then he went to bed. He wasn't impressed, but he's not a fan of subtitles. He made me switch it to the dubbed version which I find annoying. I'd rather read the movie than watching peoples mouths not match up with what they're saying.

Anyway, I just wanted to be one of the millions who pointed this out. Next blog will be how Suzanne Collins plagiarized herself! If that's possible.