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Are we Baby-Led Weaning? September 12, 2011

Filed under: active parenting,baby,not crunchy — hardierlime @ 4:54 am

Short answer? Yes and no.

Long answer?

It turns out that Jacob absolutely loves spoons. Playing with them, banging them on things, and of course putting them in his mouth in an attempt to copy the rest of us. He also enjoys feeding himself. Since I don’t fancy cleaning up that much of a mess (I know BLW is supposed to be messy and fun), he is getting some purees and some handheld food.

First thing first, he was totally ready at 5 months. *I* wasn’t ready. So we waited an additional two weeks. His first food was steamed carrot, which was served both in baby carrot form, and smooshed up on a spoon. He liked it both ways.

He has had since then, in no particular order:

Whole foods:

asian style (spicy & gingery) chicken rice soup, broccoli, toast, multigrain cheerios, banana, oatmeal, blueberry, breakfast sausage (fed to him by his 3 year old sister, fished out before he could actually eat it), beet, peach, mango, apple, pear, papaya, kiwi strawberry juice (oops – I also found out that he knew how to work a straw too!), mashed potatoes – homemade with milk and butter, pork chop, grilled chicken, cantaloupe, spaghetti noodles from a stir fry, squash, peach, plum, green beans, rice noodles and homemade gnocchi (with chia).

Organic Purees:

Apple, butternut squash & carrot; banana, beet & blueberry; spinach, mango & pear ; Banana, mango & peach with salba.

We still have no food allergies. I still don’t have the patience to do the “wait 3-4 days” thing. I don’t love spoon feeding, but Jacob does. And if I can get one good eater, then I’ll be happy to give him food however he’ll take it. We’re still on one big solids meal a day – usually dinner, with a smallish snack earlier in the day. The rest of the time, it is all mama milk all the time.

We’re on the horizon of a (yet another) new way of eating. But the good news is that it is the whole family on board with the new eating, and I’ll have another post about that coming up including some meals that we’ve already tried and loved.

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What am I doing differently this time around? April 22, 2011

Filed under: active parenting,baby,not crunchy,weight loss journey — hardierlime @ 10:04 pm

This post was inspired by this post over at attachmentparenting.org about Resolutions for Baby #2. This is also somewhat in the vein of my previous posts about how we’re doing on broad topics.

I must preface this with the statement that I am NOT THAT CRUNCHY. I weigh things and prioritize, and do what feels and works best.

1. I am holding the baby more. My daughter, from her first night on this earth, preferred to be left alone to settle herself rather than be picked up and consoled. As she gets older, she still picks and chooses when she wants our comfort. So, I did not get to hold her as much as many 1st time moms hold their babies.

Also, this is my last baby. This pregnancy was hard on me physically, and I’ve always had a stance about a dependent-child free retirement. Since we’ll get there in 25 years (going by my husband’s age and the minimum retirement age in the U.S.) I think we have a comfortable buffer zone. If we waited a decent amount of time to have another, not only for my health and for good spacing, we’d not only be falling into age related issues in conceiving, we’d also run into the retirement zone.

So, as sad as I am about not having more (because when I was younger, I wanted LOTS), I’m content with two. But I am clinging ferociously to every moment of our time together. I’m making sure to imprint in my mind every new thing he does. I am appreciating my maternity leave not only because of getting to spend time with my son, but because I get to spend a ton of time with my daughter. I wouldn’t miss any of it.

But I am holding the baby more. Because they’re only this little for so long. And then they grow up before you know it.

2. Exclusively breastfeeding. There were many reasons why I exclusively pumped for my daughter, and I worried about not being able to breastfeed again this time around. I still have had to pump for bottles here and there, but over 8 weeks in and I don’t see us stopping until its time to wean. I even have a bit of milk saved up in the freezer, but nowhere near as much as I had with my daughter.

For my daughter I pumped for two years, and started Baby-Led Weaning at about 5.5 months so that I could be adherent to the WHO’s recommendation of exclusively breastfeeding until 6 months, and then having my milk be a significant portion of her nutrition until a year and a good contributor through her second year.

For my son, I plan to do the same. IF he weans in his second year through no intervention on my part, I’d be sad, but we’ll see.

Ok, so I don’t have seven, but for her list, I was able to stick to most of those the first time around.

Ok, stats.

Baby boy:

Birth: 7lbs, 15oz. 20″

Two months: 11lbs 14oz. 22″

Me:

Delivery: 248lbs

Today: 215lbs

The weight loss is slowing down, but its steady. I need to step it up if I want clothes to wear when I return to work next month though. 🙂

 

Our birth story February 28, 2011

Filed under: active parenting,baby,not crunchy,weight loss journey — hardierlime @ 12:51 am

On Monday February 21, 2011, at 39 weeks and 4 days, my husband and I went to the hospital for the scheduled induction of labor so that we could finally meet our son.

For those who have opinions about inductions for convenience, you’re welcome to them. While my induction was medically indicated by high blood pressure that was no longer able to be controlled by medication, it was also more convenient as we needed to arrange for care for our toddler.

As it happened last time, we arrived at the hospital a little after 6 am, but I did not get started on the pitocin until a little after 7:30. According to the doc, I started the day @ 2cm, 50% effaced and a +3 station. Decent enough for a successful induction. Thankfully we did not need a nurse anesthetist to get the IV this time, but I’ve got one heck of a bruise on one hand from knuckles to wrist, due to a nurse hitting a valve in the vein. They used the other hand and I still have a little soreness there too.

This time we did not bring DVDs, even though there was a player and a TV in the room. My husband brought one of his manuscripts to edit, and I brought my Kindle. I know I read a little, and I know I napped a little, but unlike last time, I was not allowed to sit up straight propped up by the bed. Rather, I was relegated to resting on one side or the other. Both of which were very uncomfortable, but again due to my blood pressure, better for me and the baby. The contractions were manageable and regular, but unlike last time, I also had back labor.

Again, like last time, around 1:30, the doc checked me out and I was at 4cm, 75% effaced and a +1 station. Decent enough progress, and she broke my water. This time, my husband wasn’t in the room for it – he had gone to get some lunch. Unlike last time, however, while the baby was unperturbed by the induction up until then, as soon as my water was broken, his heart rate dipped down from the 130s to the 90s. Good that it was still there, but not a good heartrate for a baby still in utero. My husband got back to the room to see the doc and the nurse stabilizing us, working me back into a sidelying position, and pulling out the oxygen mask. I’m sure only a few minutes passed, and both the baby and I were doing just fine.

The harder contractions started coming in, just as they did last time. But, this time I worried about anything else disturbing our son’s vital signs, so I opted against getting an epidural. An hour later and even stronger contractions started rolling in, I decided that I wasn’t going to be able to stay conscious to birth him if I didn’t get one. I will not lie, the contractions were rough, and because I had back labor too, they were pretty much unbearable. I “vocalized” through most of them and was greeted to the news that the anesthesiologist was in the middle of a procedure and I would have to wait at least an hour.

And so I waited. And vocalized. And demanded to be allowed to sit up to deal with them. It didn’t help much, but at least being able to move to figure out how to be comfortable was better than nothing.

The anesthesiologist finally came in and unlike last time, when I was asked to scoot to the edge of the side of the bed, she wanted me to move to the middle of the bed to do the lean-over. But with the bed in sections, I wound up sitting on one of the sections so I couldn’t sit perfectly straight, and the contractions were getting ever worse. I couldn’t move through them, and moving when they weren’t coming was hell, since the symphysis pain I’d been suffering since week 17 or so had risen to crazy to match the back labor. It took three tries and 45 minutes for the epidural to be put in, and start working. So, in all I had about 3 hours of the bad labor. My husband was a real hero. He held my hands through each contraction, motivated me when I was sure I couldn’t move and moved me when I really couldn’t.

Once the drugs were flowing, I was much more comfortable. The contractions were still pretty strong, and I could feel the pressure start from the front and continue to radiate through my lower back, but no pain. At this point, it was 4:30 and it had been 9 hours since the induction started, and despite the doc being sure that this birth would only take 7 or 8, I was pretty sure even going in that it was going to get to the double digits.

The contractions got stronger and stronger, and like last time, started to hurt even through the epidural. I pushed the “more drugs please” button, and like last time, it didn’t do anything. So, anesthesiology was called in to give me the “push boost”. I started to feel like I really needed to push. But the doc was assisting another delivery on the floor that required a little more intervention than mine. The nurse checked me and told me I was at 9cm, so I needed to wait anyway.

Doc came in and let me know that it was time to push. She hadn’t checked me yet, but by all outward appearances, I was definitely ready. Fifteen minutes later our son was born. My husband cut his cord, and they went ahead and weighed and tested him. APGAR scores were 8 and 9, and despite her worries throughout the latter half of the pregnancy, doc assured me that the placenta hadn’t suffered any for my high blood pressure.

He was a super quiet baby, and didn’t make too much noise. Not a surprise, since he was super chill throughout the pregnancy. They only wiped him off a bit, and we were able to nurse for a bit. This was an extreme victory for me, considering that I could count on one hand the number of successful nursing sessions I had with my daughter. I also checked for a lip or a tongue tie, and it would seem that unlike his sister (who has a well defined lip tie), he has neither.

They took him to the nursery to get really cleaned off, measured and observed. In my birth plan I stated that I wanted him with me at all times, but they did need to do these things, so I wasn’t too worried. At the same time, my husband went home to get our daughter and my stepdaughter so that they could meet their baby brother.

So, fast forward almost a week, and we’re home and doing well. Nursing has had some rough times, and some really good times, and I’m really happy that we haven’t had to use any formula. But, I can see where it can be so tempting. We’ve had our first weight check, and he was down 12% from his birth weight of 7lbs 15oz, so we have another tomorrow to see if he’s gained over the weekend.

Now to the weighty matters. On Monday, I weighed myself before we left for the hospital. I weighed 248lbs, for a grand total of 43lbs gained from this pregnancy’s starting weight of 205lbs. Better than the 65lbs gained with my daughter, but not as good as I was hoping for.

I was discharged on Wednesday, and weighed myself on Thursday. 240. Disappointing, considering that told me that the only weight that I lost was the baby.

On Friday, I weighed 237. On Saturday, I weighed 234. Today, I weighed 233. If only regular weight loss could be this easy! 15 pounds in 6 days! I am logging my food and if I can find a way to link to it, I will post the link as a permanent link on this blog. I’m also counting a 300 calorie a day deficit for nursing. I’ve read in a thousand places that it can burn 500 a day, but I don’t want to bank on that.

I plan to set my “starting weight” a week from tomorrow – 2 weeks post delivery – where I can be cleared for some light exercise. My next post will come sometime around then.

 

I am an Exclusive Pumper March 21, 2010

Filed under: active parenting,baby,not crunchy — hardierlime @ 3:50 pm

This was taken from a post I made at a breastfeeding community back in October of 2008. There is some March of 2010 commentary (from me) at the end.

I’m not necessarily looking for advice, but I thought I might share my story, and ask other EPers to do the same in the comments, if they’d like. Sometimes I feel like I need to explain myself every time I comment in this community. Sometimes I feel a little discouraged, and even a little envious of all of the successful nursing relationships that I read about. Sometimes I feel a bit defensive and even a little unwelcome because someone makes a comment about bottles. I KNOW they’re not directed at me, but it does pull into sharp relief that I still sorta feel like an intruder – not necessarily a breastfeeder, definitely not a formula-bottle feeder. Mostly, I love the support in this community, and I’m so glad that it’s here.

My girl was born somewhere between 38-39 weeks of gestation. I was induced due to high blood pressure that refused to come down even with meds, but thankfully not high enough to warrant an emergency c-section. After 14 hours of normal labor, she was born screaming and healthy. The hospital where she was born was very pro-breastfeeding, so I wasn’t on the defensive. And all I ever knew about having a baby as far back as I can remember is that I was going to breastfeed. So, immediately after they got her cleaned off, she was put on my chest and she rooted around a bit. The nurse (also a LC) noted that my nipples were flat, and did what she could to “stiffen” them up so that my daughter could nurse. When she did not, and settled down to rest, I reasoned that we would have plenty of time to figure that out in the coming days.

She roomed with me most of the night (after she spent the requisite 3 hours under observation) but slept the whole time. The next day, she rooted, but again did not nurse. I had read up beforehand and the hospital had in-room instructional videos, so I tried a couple of different holds, and after more than a few tries (plus my husband’s aid to remove her hands from her face), she latched on poorly and promptly fell asleep. I called for a nurse and let her know that I wanted a lactation consultant that day.

She came later in the day, wheeling a Medela Symphony in with her, and bearing a couple of nipple shields. We worked for close to 45 minutes to get my girl latched (with a shield), but because my milk hadn’t come in, we couldn’t listen for the suck/swallow pattern well enough, and then she fell asleep. She showed me how to pump, and gave me some droppers to use to collect the colostrum and “feed” my girl that way. And so it was for the rest of the day and into the next morning. With my husband’s help to hold the shield, and hold my girl’s arms down, and me getting her in the right position, we would try to get her latched. Sometimes she would, and would fall asleep almost as soon as she did, most of the time she wouldn’t, and she was starting to actually get hungry, so the sessions often turned frantic. I tried to stay calm for her sake, and before it could go completely downhill, I would pump as much colostrum as I could to stave off her hunger for the next nursing attempt.

The next morning I was happy that my nurse was also a LC, and she helped me get my hold right while holding down the breast shield, and my girl sort of nursed, but we couldn’t keep her awake, no matter what we did and if we did manage to wake her, she would fall off and we’d have to work to get her latched again.

Afternoon came with another LC. Same drill as before, but this one came bearing the bad news that my girl was jaundiced and that the doctors had been keeping an eye on her because of it. If we were to be discharged, we needed to feed the baby to push the bilirubin levels down and get her into her pediatrician’s the next day. She knew how much I hated the idea of formula, but knowing that we’d been having problems getting her to stay latched suggested dripping a little bit of formula into the shield to get her the “instant” gratification to continue suckling. My milk still hadn’t come in, btw. She was with me for an hour working on the latching and the staying latched, all the while dripping drops of yuckula to try to help us along.

We were discharged that day. The hospital’s pediatrician was fine with me continuing to attempt to breastfeed, so long as her levels didn’t get worse and she didn’t lose more weight – she’d lost 11oz in her first two days of life.

My milk didn’t come in until day 5, so for the interim, my girl was getting as much colostrum as I could produce and as little formula as we could get away with, knowing that my milk was coming in soon. We started every feeding trying to nurse. The ending was usually an asleep baby – either because she’d fallen asleep at the breast or fallen asleep after sheer exhaustion at trying to feed and not being able to. Either way, she’d wake up shortly thereafter because she was hungry, and we’d start again.

A week after she was born and a couple of days after my milk came in, I hauled her back to the hospital to see yet another LC. Again, we were there for an hour, this time with weight checks. It still took the two of us to get the shield to stay on and my girl’s flailing arms to stay down and not knock the shield off. After an hour she had taken in about three ounces, and I left feeling determined to make it work.

Fast forward a week, and things had gotten progressively worse. Every feeding would go something like this:

1. Baby wakes up happy, but hungry.

2. Mom already has her top off because she’s been trying to stay skin to skin.

3. Mom places shield on full but not engorged breast and places baby to breast (we tried a variety of positions).

a. Dad uses both hands to keep shield on and keep baby’s arms from getting in the way because Mom is using both hands to keep baby positioned.

4. Baby knocks shield off or places hands in front of mouth.

5. Repeat steps 3 and 4, half a dozen times.

6. Baby latches (mostly poorly, but Mom would take it, figuring that a latch can be worked on only if it actually happens) and falls asleep.

7. Has one hour passed? If yes, allow baby to sleep and return to step one in 15 minutes. If no, proceed to step 8.

8. Mom wakes baby, baby falls off breast.

9. Repeat steps 3-8, half a dozen times.

10. Baby refuses to latch, crying, arching, frantically hungry, flailing.

11. Mom hands baby to Dad, and pumps while crying, and listening to her baby cry.

12. Mom feeds baby expressed milk, determined to try again next time.

Every time. EVERY time. I tried to stay calm for her sake, and tried everything to make it a no pressure situation for her, but it was like that EVERY time. My tears would be desperation, anger, rejection, frustration, a million different things, but most of all impending failure.
When she was finally fed, she would sleep for a couple of hours at a time, and in that time, I would read everything I could on breastfeeding. I talked to my mom who breastfed me way longer than the WHO recommendation, but was no help because she didn’t understand flat nipples, breast shields or why I was pumping at all. I talked to my best friend who nursed twins for nine months. But, both of them were far away, and I have no friends in this area who could have helped.

I considered seeing another LC, but after working with five (three formal consultations and two informal), I wasn’t sure how much more help another one could give. I was intimidated by LLL because I was afraid that all I would get was a lecture for using a pump at all. And I was afraid to leave the house because I didn’t want to deal with all of the above in public. I know now that new mom hormones were not helping.

Worst of all, the idea of facing another 2-3 weeks of working to get the situation right with or without help was enough to make me want to stab myself in the eye. My girl was SO HAPPY upon waking after an EBM bottle, that it killed me to think that I was going to make her unhappy every single time we tried to nurse even if I did try to get yet another professional opinion. I didn’t sign up to be a mom just to dread trying to feed my baby. She didn’t deserve that at all.

Somewhere between weeks 2 and 3, after dealing with a couple of growth spurts that brought the situation to a head, my husband asked me why I didn’t just pump all the time instead of trying to nurse straight off. He knew that I’d bite his head off if he mentioned formula, but just pumping had never occurred to me really until just then.

And so, after a couple of days, I started pumping to have enough for her next feed. I read up on upping my supply, ate my lactation cookies, and most of all, enjoyed my daughter for the first time, instead of focusing on feeding her. But, I was devastated at the same time. All I ever wanted to do was breastfeed. There was sadness, and guilt, because I hated giving up. But, I just couldn’t justify making my happy-upon-waking baby SO UNHAPPY by trying to get her to nurse, just to have her hungry AND unhappy an hour later. She was in tears, I was in tears…And all I wanted was my happy baby. I reasoned that she was going to have to fight for a lot of other things when she’s older, she shouldn’t have to fight to eat.

After a few weeks I found a forum on ivillage that was dedicated to Exclusive Pumpers. I had no idea that there were other people out there who did the same thing I did, and that their stories were so similar.

Now, I still try to put her to my breast (again, using a variety of positions) every so often. She either thinks its hilarious, and won’t latch. Or jump straight into the crying/arching/flailing. And won’t latch. Now in hindsight, I look at her, and wonder if she doesn’t have a mild tongue tie that didn’t match up right with my flat nipples. If there were other ways we could have combated her being extra sleepy and mouth blocking.

If that was tl;dr for some, I don’t mind. Suffice to say, breastfeeding just didn’t work for us, but I will not give up on giving my girl my milk. I plan to pump to meet her needs for at least a year, and then we will see where she is on solids. I think I’ll know the right time to stop and at that time, I’ll continue long enough to build up a good stash and wean myself off the pump slowly to avoid engorgement/mastitis.

Update, March 2010:
My daughter is over 21 months old, and I am still pumping once a day to give her my milk. I managed to donate over 1500oz to a human milk donation center, and I’m extremely proud of what I’ve been able to do.

In retrospect, there were a lot of things that interfered in our nursing relationship. The two biggest in my mind were the fact that she had NOT a tongue tie, but a lip tie. It did not become apparent until her front teeth came in. When she visited the dentist for the first time, I was told that had it been diagnosed at birth, and had it clipped, we MAY have had a shot.

Also, I seriously believe that her birthday was wrong. I was a heavy NFP follower for a very long time. I am very aware of my body’s functions and fluctuations. I kept very good track. So, when I told my OB my last period date at our first visit, as well as the length of my cycles, I was confident that we had a good beat on my due date.

Fast forward to my sonogram. The sonographer and the doc overseeing the scan both agreed that I was NOT 19 weeks along, but 22. I tried to tell them what I knew, but got a condescending reply that I refused to acknowledge. I even argued a bit with my doc, but relented. My due date was moved up 3 weeks.

At 35 weeks, I started having a little trouble with high blood pressure, and in addition to shiny new meds, I got to have a sonogram again. The news this time? The baby’s head was 35 weeks along, but the rest of her was 32. Didn’t that mean I was vindicated in my timing? According to all, no. That meant my blood pressure issues were stunting my girl’s growth.

I was induced at 39 weeks, but as I noted way far above, I said 38-39, because even then I wasn’t sure. But in retrospect, I suspect I really was 36 weeks along. For example – my girl was not even 7 pounds when she was born, and she was still fuzzy. And we had a terrible time trying to breastfeed. And now that she’s older and has had many, many visits with docs, her stats are always as follows when it comes to the percentiles: she’s of average height, kind of a lightweight and has a great big head. Just like she was when I was pregnant.

I think next time I might fight harder if they try to fiddle with my dates, but the upshot with my girl? She is happy, healthy, and if she was born 3-4 weeks early (or 1 week going by the “new” term of 37 weeks!?!), that’s not that big of a deal.

For anyone looking for my pumping stats, they are as follows:

1. When I started Exclusively Pumping, I was pumping 5x a day, and my output was around 40oz/day. My girl took 7-8 bottles of about 3-3.5oz each daily.

2. We went on a 2 week road trip around the country, starting when she was 6 weeks old, where I tried valiantly to save my milk, but one week in, we arrived at a location without a freezer. I dropped down to 3x/day with an output of about 30oz/day. Baby was still taking 7 bottles @ 3-3.5oz daily. I had to dump a lot of milk on that trip. I was not happy about that.

3. When we returned, I bumped back up to 4 pumps a day with an output of about 36oz and baby girl had dropped to about 6 3.5oz bottles/day.

4. I returned to work when she was 12 weeks old, and continued with 4 pumps a day.

5. I dropped to 3 pumps a day when she was 5 months old, and netted 32oz/day while her intake was about 20oz/day.

6. I dropped to 2 pumps a day when she was 10 months old, and netted 24oz/day and her intake was still about 20oz/day. Towards the end of this period, my output dropped to maybe 12oz/day, but her intake had dropped to about 10oz/day.

7. I dropped to 1 pump a day finally back in December of 2009 and my output dropped to 3-5oz/day, and right now I hover around the 3oz mark. She gets every drop.

Thanks for reading, and I look forward to reading anyone else’s story if they’re willing to share.

 

One year later… June 18, 2009

Filed under: not crunchy — hardierlime @ 6:36 pm

I’m reminded that I should probably do a recap on where I am in the “not that crunchy” world…So, this is an update on this post. It was made a month before baby girl was born, so even I’m interested to see if/how I’ve changed. EDIT: Before typing this up, I was pretty sure that I’ve mellowed out. After, I know that I have. And my pre-becoming-a-mom self would have been pretty irritated at mellowing. Post-becoming-a-mom? Mellow is GOOD. 🙂

Home Births: I’m still about the same. Lots of respect for moms who were able to swing them w/no problems.

Breastfeeding: I’m even more adamant about how important this is for all babies. I’m still not going to harp at someone who through whatever decision process has arrived at formula. But I’ll be darned sure that I’ve provided all the support I can to avoid it if possible!

Babywearing: Great if you can do it. We tried all sorts of slings, and other baby-wearing items. But, every one was uncomfortable/impractical for a variety of reasons. The good news is, we still carry baby girl everywhere, so she still gets the benefits of babywearing – we just lose the benefit of having both hands available for other things.

Vaccinations: We are still following a stagger, refuse and/or delay schedule. I’m well aware of what is required by state law to enter school and I’m planning to that, but still on our own time.

Male Circumcision: I’m more against it now than I was a year ago, but I’m still of the opinion that its not my business to sway somebody one way or another. We all choose different things for our families.

Female Ear Piercing: I’ve decided to wait until baby girl asks for it. And I will take her whenever that is, whether she’s 2 or 12. More than anything its having seen her play with her ears all the time without earrings that’s been stopping me. Still have no problem with it on other girls whether they’re 3 months or 3 years.

Cloth Diapering: Same. I found a place that delivers in the area finally, but ran the numbers and saw that we are actually saving money on diapers, since baby girl only goes through about 4-5 a day. We’d be going through more with cloth and have to deal with making sure we keep up with deliveries and leaving the old diapers out.

Homemade Food: This is where I changed most radically. Upon moving to baby girl’s 6 month birthday the more research I did, the more I realized that Baby-Led Weaning was for us. Its easy, its gloriously lazy, and it is so much fun. I couldn’t fathom the idea of laboriously making food just to have it refused and/or wasted. And this way, baby girl gets to really participate in meal times.

Stay-at-home parenting: Its working for us. Finding the balance is the hardest part. Some days we’re there. Other days, we limp towards slightly off-kilter.

Co-sleeping: More than a few handfuls of times, baby girl did sleep in bed with us when we felt like she needed the added security. She’s still in her crib in our room and the next stop is moving her to her own room. Here’s hoping both she and I can survive it.

Homeschooling/Unschooling: I’ve also changed up a bit here. Though my stepdaughter will be homeschooled, we’ve decided that a public charter school will be best for baby girl. Unfortunately, it only goes to 6th grade, which is the only reason my stepdaughter couldn’t apply (she’ll be going into 9th!). I’m SO excited about getting her into this school. They have Latin & Greek studies, but more than that, a much richer curriculum AND higher ratings in all the standard school criteria than any of the public school district schools in our area.

So…I’m still not that crunchy, but I think I’ve crunched up a little bit in some areas and softened even more in others.

Baby girl’s stats @ birth: 6lbs 13oz, 19.5in
Baby girl’s stats @ 12 months: 19lbs 8oz, 29.5in