The Blue Line


The brand of diapers we use for K-bear have a “wetness indicator” stripe down the front. Numerous times she’s been wet but the indicator takes a few moments to soak in enough to indicate wetness. This has lead to many a Benny Hill-esq back and forth to the changing table.

Me: She’s crying, is she wet?

Hubby: The all knowing diaper says no.

Me: But she’s incessantly crying as if she is, check again.

*.2 seconds later*

Hubby: Wait, now she is wet!?

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Beyond the back and forth our lovely K-bear likes to try for multiple diapers in the same change by continuing to pee or poo just as we’ve snapped the last snap. Our standing record currently is 5 diapers in one change.

It was during one of these such marathon changes that I realized the juxtaposition of the two blue appearing lines. The one I was looking at, and groaning, and the one Hubby and I had seen almost 9 months before, and were elated by.

Then that thought made me stop and think of the women, some I knew, that had trouble seeing the first line appear and were still only dreaming of the second. Further, how most people just assume all women get want to get pregnant and do so without issue quickly, and well that is just not the case.

If a women tells you of her fertility troubles, feel honored, odds are she trusts you more than you could ever realize. It’s a tender topic for almost everyone, even significant others.

If a woman tells you she’s not interested in children, respect that too. Not everyone wants to be a mother and that doesn’t make her any less of a woman.

Breastfeeding – Gums


Jaws…not as scary as Gums!

I was told the same as everyone else that breastfeeding isn’t supposed to hurt. And while that’s true, it’s really more a half truth. It’s not supposed to hurt forever.  For a good month (at least) there’s a toughening period that everyone seemed to forget to mention.

To make light of uncomfortable situation one evening, after a diaper change, Hubby swam K-bear towards me mid-air humming…..the Jaws theme.

“Duunnn dunnn… duuuunnnn duun… duuunnnnnnnn dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnn dunnnn!!

Needless to say it took a moment to compose myself enough to actually feed her.

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All kidding aside, I can’t thank my Lactation Consultant (LC) enough for helping me. If you don’t have one and are breastfeeding/want to breastfeed, find one ASAP.

It was the wee hours of the morning when I was hysterically crying because it hurt SO much to simply feed my baby. Hubby was ready with infant formula as I was that distraught. The very next day we had a found and made an LC appointment. She helped me realize I was latching K-bear completely wrong, I wasn’t using proper support.

After a late night Amazon prime order for a My Brest Friend, it was like night and day!

Breastfeeding isn’t for everyone, and most days it’s downright difficult. Trying to step out for even a few hours means I must have pumped a supply of milk for Hubby to utilize. Which means I have to find time to pump all while watching a baby that could rouse at any moment and want num-nums.

To those that do breastfeed, kudos, to those that don’t breastfeed, kudos.

No mother should EVER be shamed for how she chooses to feed her child.