Wednesday, May 22, 2013

My new toy

I must say, Scott does spoil me and I'm very lucky ...

I have been ummming and ahhhhing over whether or not to buy a Kitchenaid mixer for what seems like forever now (years to be honest) but could never quite make a decision. A few months ago, I decided that I really did need a bench mixer but that it didn't have to be a KA - I just couldn't justify the price. With my first mother's day coming up, I decided to drop lots and lots of hints and make Scott's life easy. I researched like crazy, found several top options on sale, sent him pics and store details and waited patiently.

Mother's day comes and goes without a mixer. Imagine my shock after all my subtle (not) hints. Not wanting to appear ungrateful as I certainly was spoiled with my day spa gift, I remained silent but wondering why he didn't just get me the mixer (which was probably cheaper at sale price than the voucher).  Eventually it came up in our conversations and I asked Scott why he didn't get it for me for mother's day after all the hints. Sweetheart that he is told me he just expected me to buy one anytime I wanted and that he thought it would be beyond rude and chauvinistic to gift me a kitchen appliance on mother's day - awww bless.

So off I set to buy one of the mixers on my list. Turns out they weren't on sale anymore :( I did some more research and ended up negotiating a brilliant price on a highly reputed Sunbeam Planetary mixer (over $100 off). I paid for it then the store couldn't find any stock in their store or the other local one despite showing 5 on the computer... Finally after an hour of me waiting around, they offered a refund (kind of them). Ethan thankfully was in good spirits despite the stuff around but me, not so much, having to go home empty handed.

I was filling Scott in on the debacle that night when he told me to just go ahead and buy a KA if I really wanted to. We did some browsing online and came across some reasonable deals but while checking for local stockists, Scott realised he knew a store owner. After some quick wheeling and dealing with his friend, he came home from his soccer match the very next night with a shiny new empire red Kitchenaid!




After we decided to go ahead with a KA, the hardest part was trying to choose a colour! I love the cobalt blue, the pink, the apple green and the ice blue but I figured the silver and red options would be the most practical with any kitchen both now and in the future given it is designed to reside permanently on the bench. The red won out as Scott wants a red coffee machine when our current nespresso finally dies.

I can't wait to get cooking with it but don't know where to start - dinner rolls, brownies, cookies ... Do you have a KA or stand mixer? What is your favourite recipe to use it for?

Monday, May 20, 2013

A timely reminder to get your first aid skills up to date

Just a few week's ago, I experienced the most terrifying moment of my entire life. I am not exaggerating here as I am prone to do... even thinking about it now induces feelings of anxiety and panic and I am still unable to bath Ethan or even enter our downstairs bathroom for that matter just yet.

Ethan had been a little out of sorts one Sunday but still relatively happy, eating etc after a bit of a temp in the morning that came down easily with panadol. Fast forward to the early evening and he was a bit drowsy so instead of waiting for Scott to get home, I decided to bath him and get him to bed. We hopped in the bath together and he was playing although more subdued than usual when suddenly he went rigid, through his head back and started convulsing in my arms. I luckily recognised the convulsion and leapt out of the bath holding him and turned on the shower. The shower was freezing and slow to warm (I knew to put him under lukewarm water) so I grabbed my phone off the vanity (thank goodness I always have it nearby) and dialed 000. I fumbled to unlock and actually get it dialed while trying to calm myself and keep talking to E whose movements were slowing. I laid him on the bath mat when the convulsion stopped and put the phone on speaker ... Ethan started to turn blue while I was waiting for connection to the ambulance and I got down to check the rise and fall of his chest which is when I realised he wasn't breathing. I started mouth to mouth resuscitation, shouting at the operator in between breaths. After maybe 5 breaths, his colour started to return and I kept talking to him, patting him and he started breathing very shallowly.

He wouldn't respond to me but his eyes were open and he was making a sad little mewing sound so I wrapped him in a towel and raced to our room to get dressed all the while talking to the operator and reassuringly to Ethan. He continued to be unresponsive and was very drowsy, closing his eyes which terrified me. I threw on the first dress I could grab, picked up his baby bag and sat at the front door, shaking with fear. The ambulance seemed to take forever (at least 15 mins) and I alternated between tears, trying to stay in control, comforting Ethan/trying to keep him awake and shouting at the operator to please hurry up. I also had no way of contacting Scott as I had to stay on the line to the operator until the ambulance arrived.

After what felt like the longest wait, I met the ambulance at our driveway and they were very reassuring and comforting. They let me keep holding Ethan and strapped us onto the bed. I quickly called Scott, asking him not to panic but to please meet us at the hospital. He was around the corner so made it home just before we left and was able to reassure himself that Ethan was conscious at least. The paramedics applied monitoring equipment to Ethan  and his temperature spiked to 39.4 so they administered so panadol just in case it kept rising.

At the hospital, Ethan was assessed by the paed and monitored on breathing and heart rate monitors. Ethan dozed on and off on me while I finally broke down and sobbed the fear away to Scott. After about two hours there, I asked the paed if I could try and get Ethan to feed and she told me there was nothing better I could do than breastfeed him so I woke him gently and he cuddled in and fed slowly but well - looking back on that moment, it felt like the first moment he was put to my breast after he was born ... like it was all new but we both knew what to do. He brightened immensely after a long feed and his temperature came down steadily after awhile. It was also a great comfort for me to have that closeness with him after such a scary few hours.

It was ultimately decided that he had experienced a febrile convulsion which are relatively common in young children when their temperature spikes too high too fast for their little bodies. It can be linked to a virus but in this case was just one of those things as they could find no source of illness other than the temperature. He continued to have high temps on and off over the following days but they were responsive to panadol and nurofen and eventually passed altogether.

Thankfully he has been well since and shows no ill effects or signs so we can only hope we never have to go through that again. I on the other hand still have a little anxiety around the whole memory and still tear up just thinking about it let alone talking about it. I know that will fade but its still a little too raw and fresh for me. I can only be enormously grateful for my whole life of Surf Life Saving training and that I was able to keep a relatively calm head and recognised the convulsion for what it was. After this experience, I definitely encourage all parents to enroll in a first aid course or at least familiarise yourself with ailments that are common in childhood as you just never know when you will need the knowledge, even in your own home.

Friday, May 17, 2013

So, I'm not really a real estate girl anymore...

Such a fraud I know.

After almost 15 years in the real estate industry, I've recently changed jobs and in doing so, industry also. Its a positive new chapter in my life and there are several exciting developments coming up in the next 6-12 months ... life is very very good but I can't tell you anymore than that right now.

But don't worry, its not all changes and big announcements here. I'm still a shopaholic ... here are a few of my latest favourite purchases:


The black skort and  jogging blazer in navy from Zara



In other news, I'm also selling Tupperware in all of my spare time. I have always been addicted to the pretty plastics of Tupperware - stems from my mother I'm sure who was a Tupperware dealer when I was small. My sister and I have never been able to resist the stuff and our houses are full of it. I've also never minded hosting or going to parties - I think its a great excuse to catch up with girlfriends (even if only 2 come) and you always get something free. On this basis, I also figured it wouldn't be a bad thing to earn some extra discretionary spending money that I can use to support my shopping... dressing Ethan is expensive when you shop as much as me ha ha. Turns out I'm a pretty good salesperson still and despite not pushing it at all (maybe during next round of mat leave), I have topped the group sales a few times, won a kitchen full of gadgets and goods (including the Compact Cookware set and the knife set) and made some $$. Its a win win I tell you plus Tupperware have some brilliant products I have come to love more than ever since having a baby in the house. Things like the fridge smarts which lengthen the life of chopped watermelon to days not hours and the good old Modular Mates that have my pantry looking organised when the rest of my house is chaos or even my mandochef which makes chips and salads fun and easy.





Are you a Tupper-addict? What's your favourite piece?

Thursday, May 16, 2013

My first Mother's Day

My first Mother's Day dawned early ... Ethan was up 'ma ma ma' ing at the crack of dawn. Being Mother's Day, Scott very kindly took him and let me stay snuggled in bed for an extra couple of hours - bliss... especially on a cold miserable morning. I was then spoilt with breakfast in bed, a Bucks Fizz' and cuddles with both my boys.

Scott and Ethan bought me a beautiful card each (Scott out does himself with thoughtful cards and messages) and a 5 hour day spa voucher to enjoy in the coming weeks.

We had a packed schedule for the day with my first Mother's Day well and truly hijacked by two of my three little nieces so there was no time for a leisurely slow start once breakfast was eaten. It was time to shower, dress the boy (in the cutest little Country Road outfit I had bought him - my mother & Scott wanted him to wear something else but as I told them, 'he will wear what I decide, because I'M THE MOTHER' ha ha) and get all the gifts we had to tote around ready.

First stop at 10am was our niece's naming day at my in-laws home. It was a lovely ceremony with little Mollie looking very sweet in a party dress. Scott was godfather and I read a beautiful poem during while Ethan chased the dog and performed for all the guests - he laps up attention. We had time to stay after for a quick catchup with Scott's parents, aunt & uncle and his cousin and cousin's wife who is due anyday now with their first baby - a boy. It was lovely to speak with the soon to be mama and answer her questions, reassure her and generally offer some support. Before too long, it was time to hand out gifts and head off to our next event.

Royal Doulton Disney Minnie Mouse set for our niece


Kiehls gift pack for mother in law 

Stop 2 was my eldest niece's first birthday at her grandparents' (my sis in laws) property. There was a jumping castle, chickens, bird aviary ... Ethan was in heaven. It was also a lovely to catch up with all of our family and friends over a BBQ lunch. My sister and I enjoyed a bottle of Moet with lunch in celebration of our first Mothers Day ... which led to some dutch courage that came in handy.

The boys (my brothers, brother in law and friends) had decided to set up a super sized slip and slide in the yard as it was the perfect slope and length. We all watched on in laughter and then Karly and I, not to be outdone by the boys in the family, decided to give them a run for their money. In some borrowed swimmers, Karly and I (and soon after, my sis in law) were slipping and sliding with the boys much to everyone's surprise - well, not really surprise given we are known to jump to a challenge. Ethan came down a few times with me  as well and thought it was hilarious whereas the birthday girl wasn't so sure.




We (my sis and I & families) gifted birthday girl a ltd edition glitter Cozy Coupe 


Twas the night before Mother's Day book & Les Miserables DVD set for my mum
 
The afternoon ended on a very high note and we headed home to bath a very worn out little boy who fell asleep almost instantly.

My father and our best friend (and Ethan's godfather) joined us for a delicious dinner cooked by Scott - garlic pepper chicken with green beans and jasmine rice - and I promptly fell asleep after I finished eating waiting for 60 minutes to come on.

What a fabulous Mothers Day with wonderful memories made.


Monday, May 13, 2013

The light at the end of the tunnel

I know I must be the World's most unreliable blogger ...but to be honest, as amazing as life has been since we had Ethan, its been pretty tough too and I have found myself with very little time or motivation to blog.

Becoming a mother is pretty much the most incredible life changing experience... it's pretty lonely at times too. The spontaneity is gone from my life for the most part and with that, so have a few friends it seems. For a long period there during pregnancy and early days with a new baby, I felt very isolated (not in a postnatal way) from my former life and I was saddened by the shift even whilst being happier than I ever thought possible.

10 months on (I know, TEN MONTHS) and its not all doom and gloom though as one of my most important friendships has grown and cemented even further ... my sister and I have never been closer and she is my best and brightest cheerleader. I've also been lucky enough to connect with an amazing group of women and mothers across Australia that provide me with unquestioning support, friendship and advice. I've had the pleasure to meet a lot of them and their beautiful children in real life and look forward to meeting everyone else at some stage.

E's silent reflux continues to affect him (and subsequently us) but is manageable with the prescribed Losec which reduces the acid in his tummy and provides no other side effects. He loves food and I think I've mentioned previously, he took to it from its first introduction and continues to be a curious eater with a healthy appetite. We have realised that even now, we have to avoid acidic foods like tomato, citrus and yoghurt which still cause a flare up in his reflux and this can be harder than it would seem given tomato/tomato puree is used in quite a lot of cooking and means I have to get a bit more inventive in his meals. One of his favourites at the moment are homemade hamburger patties ... I use ground beef, a little sausage mince to keep it moist (beef dries out too much on its own), an egg and lots of grated vegies (carrot, zucchini etc). I make up a big batch and freeze them in mini portions as meatballs then we just defrost a serve as needed, pan fry them and serve. Ethan can't get enough of them. He's at a great age in his development where we can take him out for meals and give him samples of our plate ... we had a lot of fun a few Sunday's ago where he enjoyed a dumpling dinner with us and was a huge fan of the shredded duck and bean sprouts.

E remains a terrible sleeper, waking often during the night and difficult with daytime naps - some days are better than others. To this end, we are doing what works for our little family and what feels right to us... we  bf to sleep, co-sleeping and comforting as required. Its hard sometimes and disruptive to our sleep but we figure he is only going to be this young and dependent for such a short time in scheme of things and so to make the most of the extra cuddles. We are not entirely comfortable with 'training' him and prefer gentle methods. This is an entirely personal choice and its so important for families to do what works best for them without judgement from others. One of the sleep advisors I do have an affinity with is Dr Jay Gordon. His methods seem reassuring - http://drjaygordon.com/attachment/sleeppattern.html

As Ethan grows, he changes so rapidly and last week things were looking very bleak as far as sleep whereas just this week, we are seeing some improvements and are getting more sleep overnight. His wakeups vary but some mornings (like today), we are lucky enough to get a sleep in till 7am.

Life is very very good overall and I have many blessings to be thankful for. Hopefully you will hear more of me in coming days as I have my first Mother's Day to post about including sharing some antics we got up to - my sister and I mixed it up with the boys and showed that motherhood hasn't made us boring ... pics included :)

xx

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Reflux hell

From day one at home, Ethan was never what you would refer to as a settled baby and sleep was a struggle always. While he would happily sleep in anyone's arms or on Scott and my chest, lay him down on his back (as per SIDS guidelines) and his eyes would instantly fly open accompanied by screaming and tears following until he was pick back up and put to the breast.

A voracious yet ridiculously fast feeder, it seemed Ethan was always needing to nurse and was very vocal about his need to. My mum queried whether he was getting enough milk and crying from hunger but No matter what I did from wet face clothes to stripping him to playing with his feet to tickling his chin, when he was done he could not be coaxed to feed more... Even if the feed had lasted just a few minutes on only one side. But lay him down no matter how out to it he was and he would wake up every single time.

Concerned I visited a lactation consultant who weighed Ethan and then observed us feeding. She reassured me that our feeding was perfect and his weight indicated he was thriving. I was reassured to know it wasn't me but still frustrated, confused and utterly sleep deprived.

To say the early nights were hard was a massive understatement. I sat up in the cold (it was the middle of winter) in our lounge room trying desperately to get Ethan to feed enough to have a few hours sleep. More often than not, the nights played out with me getting a few hours while Scott held him then me up from midnight to 5am feeding and holding a baby that would not settle.

We thought his inability to sleep could be related to the cold temperatures of our home and installed a heater to our room. Nothing changed. A few people suggested he was just colicky and to spend longer burping him, watching what I ate and that he would grow out if it. I spent hours trying to pat and burp etc but the screaming continued and the only way to settle him was to put him to the breast. Everyone around me agreed he was a windy baby and at 6 weeks I was told to use infants friend - a remedy to help babies release wind.

By 5/6 weeks, we were experiencing screaming episodes that would go on at anytime of the day or night continuously unless he was being held or fed. We were existing on just a few hours sleep a day and night and it was taking its toll. I was constantly worried I was failing my baby somehow and Scott felt helpless that he couldn't do more to give me rest or settle Ethan. I shed lots of tears in the shower and spent as much time out and about as possible because everything seemed easier away from home.

At his 6/8 week needles, I spoke to our GP (a specialist in child health) about the episodes for want of a better word and he told me it sounded like Ethan was colicky. He gave me some literature on the subject and told me to use bathes and infant massage in addition to infants friend as a soother and the unsettledness would pass eventually.

Over the weeks I tried everything from burping to propping up the bassinet to natural remedies, massage and everything in between but nothing changed. I started to have my suspicions but quashed them rather than acknowledge - it seemed easier and a lot less scary. I asked a few people including the GP if I should see a paed but all told me it was a growing stage and would pass.

It was the middle of winter,cold and rainy and i was just exhausted. Out shopping one afternoon I called into Toys R Us and was browsing the baby items. It was then I spied the Fisher Price rock n play. Like an upright hammock type rocker, it suggested it could be used for sleep and better yet, it was half price. I was desperate to try anything by that point and figured it couldn't do any harm seeing as the bassinet wasn't creating much of a sleep environment.

That first stretch in it, Ethan slept five hours straight for the first time ever! Scott and I were in shock... And also a little better rested. His sleeps improved but were still very patchy and the round the clock feeding hadn't stopped. He was also having the most horrific screaming episodes that were getting worse and lasted hours. He couldn't be soothed or comforted at all. He would arch his little body and scream till he had energy left but to sob with tears streaming and we couldn't do a thing but hold him, rock him, cuddle him and tell him over and over how much we loved him. Many a day I spent hours sitting on my bed with tears streaming holding him while he screamed, helpless to do anything.

I began to suspect Ethan had silent / acid reflux. My best friends daughter exhibited the same symptoms from birth and was diagnosed at about 3/3.5 months with it. having spent a lot of time at her house helping her through the hell of it, I was well able to recognise the signs and had suspected it from early on but was brushed off with all the other suggestions and most of all, that I was a first time mum and it was unlikely.

I took Ethan to another child health GP and suggested reflux. He told me it was an infant thing to cry, that he was colicky and I may be overreacting slightly as a first time mother.

I headed back to work 4 days a week when Ethan was 4 months old and left him in the care of his grandmothers. It was a kind of break from the exhausting and draining days at home where I was getting no sleep at night and none during the day due to a steady stream of visitors. Unfortunately there was still no resolution or treatment and things got steadily worse. On a bad day, Ethan would scream the entire day, exhausting himself to sleep before waking again to repeat. On a good day, he would only scream for half of the day.

When Ethan wasn't in pain, he was the happiest most responsive baby and it was beyond heartbreaking to see the pain he was clearly in.

I would often get a call from my mother letting me know he was having a bad day and my mother in law was in tears too. I would spend my day at work worrying, crying privately and dreading going home to go through it all again then feeling guilty for thinking that way as I truly couldn't wait to get home to see Ethan.

My mum spent hours researching what could possibly be the matter and one week it was lactose intolerance, another week it was something else. I broke down after a few weeks and begged her to tell me what to do: stop bf, cut out all dairy and wheat... Should I take him to a paediatrician? She agreed it was probably a good idea by this point to have Ethan checked over thoroughly. Relieved I had something constructive to do, I set about getting an appointment with one my mother recommended. I called to make the appointment praying for one sooner than later. I spoke to the lovely receptionist there, starting to give her a history and next thing I was sobbing my heart out. She let me go then calmed me and slotted me in for the end of the same week.

I made all sorts of notes and headed along to our appointment. A older paed, Dr Price was a nonsense to the point doctor who didn't appreciate interruptions but was amazingly kind and gentle with Ethan. He took a history, asked a lot of questions, checked Ethan over thoroughly and then said 'well, it would appear Ethan has pathological reflux.' Holding back tears, I nodded and he asked me to please watch the following power point and hold all questions till it was over.

The power point was simple and concise, describing the condition, how it happens, symptoms etc and had some video clips of children having episodes - it was Ethan to a tee. Dr price recommended continuing Ethan on breast milk but also starting him on solids that day with a view to getting him up to 3 meals a day as soon as possible. He also prescribed the use of adult gaviscon before a bf and adult mylanta following a bf in small doses. We made a follow up appointment for four weeks time.

I burst into tears in the car park and my mother just hugged me. I told her how relieved I was to know what was wrong but also how upset and frustrated I was that no one had listened to me earlier, writing me off as an overreacting first time mother.

We started Ethan on rice cereal that same night and he loved it, instinctively opening his mouth for the spoon. Expecting only a teaspoon or two to be swallowed, Ethan surprised us by eating the two tablespoon serve entirely without fuss. He took the gaviscon and mylanta solutions well and we hoped for the best.

Over the coming weeks, Ethan ate everything we fed him with gusto and we saw an improvement but not completely. His pained episodes were further apart but still regular so we went back to Dr Price with the summary. Dr Price didn't seem surprised that the course of action hadn't been entirely successful and told us he had suspected Ethan's reflux may be too severe for such a mild treatment but that he always tried the mild treatment before medication.

Ethan was prescribed an anti reflux medication just before Christmas to reduce the acid levels in his stomach. The fun part, the medication only came as tablet form and Ethan only needed half a tablet so we had a lot of fun cutting, crushing, dissolving and then droppering to get it into Ethan until a girlfriend suggested seeing a compounding chemist. There is quite a big one that just opened near my work and thankfully they were able to prepare a suspension that makes it so much easier.

Ethan is now on 3 meals plus snacks and is still bf or given ebm at 7.5 months. His reflux is still quite severe with us avoiding dairy, tomatoes etc from his diet even now. We try a small amount every so often but in the past week alone, a teaspoon of yoghurt caused a reflux pain and the following day he was mistakenly given a meal containing tomato purée that had us up all night. We also notice the reflux becomes noticeably worse or flares up when Ethan is teething and when the weather turns hot and humid.

Acid Reflux really is hell... Especially for the poor baby suffering it. It's not much better for the parents though because you are utterly helpless to do anything but perpetuate the cycle until its diagnosed. Ethan has always been a great albeit constant feeder, put on a steady amount of weight and apart from the pained episodes, is a happy outgoing baby so it's very hard to pinpoint and diagnose what could be wrong. The constant feeding is where the vicious cycle exists however - a baby with this form of reflux will feed, experience the burn then want to feed again to stop or soothe the burn and on it goes.

My best advice, if you suspect your baby has pathological reflux, see a paed! Don't let anyone tell you you are overreacting... Listen to your instincts. And buy a fisher price rock n play for bedtime. Ethan slept in his till just under 6 months as the upright positioning was and is key to managing reflux.

Friday, February 1, 2013

It doesn't hurt if you're doing it right

What absolute rubbish!
Breast feeding does so bloody hurt no matter which way you do It those first few times.

I had always been pretty ambivalent about breast feeding before pregnancy.I had always thought I would give it a go but I wasn't overly concerned if it didn't work out. I grew up with a mother who easily bf four children and attended the old version of the Australian Breastfeeding Association, Nursing Mothers religiously. My friends however were a different matter and not one of them ended up bf their babies - 5 girls with 7 children between them in the past 5 years. One friend experienced a traumatic birth and the subsequent treatments and medications required following eliminated her ability to bf then with bub number 2, she just never had her milk come in despite trying every possible medication, remedy and stimulation - apparently this can occur following major birth trauma. The others gave it ago but didn't last long in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds and weaned under some poor advice in my opinion.

Over the course of my pregnancy, I became completely determined to breastfeed successfully and decided to do everything I could to educate myself and make it happen. I read books, joined the ABA, enrolled in one of their classes, read the ABA book Breast Feeding ... Naturally, spoke at length to my mother about her experiences, got S educated and on board with my intentions and devoured everything I could find to ensure my desired outcome. I clearly had in my mind that I was going to be faced with enormous difficulties and breast feeding was going to be the hardest thing I had ever done. I read about attachment, engorgement, mastitis, blocked ducts, let downs and more. Even my obstetrician told me not to worry about the birth and concentrate on the breast feeding.

I went to the ABA class with my mum (S was working) about 4 weeks before my due date. It was a full class with about 10 other mothers to be sharing my desire to breastfeed. The class was very informative and even included a demonstration of a mum feeding her baby and sharing her breast feeding journey. It was her second baby and neither times the feeding had come easily but thanks to the support of the ABA and other mothers she had gotten through it and enjoyed the experience with both of her beautiful children. We were presented with text, picture and video examples of the issues associated with breast feeding and I came away from the class very comfortable that I knew every option available to and support on hand round the clock should I need it.

Fast forward to the moments following the birth when Ethan was placed on my chest for skin to skin. After a few minutes I asked my mum to help me initiate the first feed. Given I was hooked up to all sorts of things at the time, it was a little awkward but mum helped me move him near the nipple and he did the rest, head butting and bobbing against me till he found and attached to the nipple. I remember feeling relief that it had been so easy and then a sharp sucking sensation that had me wondering how on earth I would get used to the feeling. Ethan didn't feed for long and fell asleep at my breast. When we were moved to the ward, a lovely MW asked me if i would like to try feeding him shortly and I told her i definitely wanted to and would really appreciate her help given the moments in the birth suite were a bit of a blur. She suggested washing his head of the dried blood when he woke up and then trying for a feed.

I interrupt here to share that my beautiful niece had been born 7.5 weeks earlier to my brother and sister in law. My sister in law was breast feeding with relative comfort and was a strong advocate for breast feeding. She was using a nipple shield on one side due to Hayley's latching early on and the damage done to her nipple. She had also dealt with jaundice and a sleepy newborn who slept though feeds and had to be woken up often. Chantel was my go to in my last weeks if pregnancy and remains an enormous support to me even now.

Back to the ward... We got Ethan latched after his bath and he happily fed and slept on and off all night. High with adrenaline and hormones I didn't mind that I wasn't sleeping but I noticed by early morning my nipples were feeling a little raw. My sis in law had been texting me through the night while she was up feeding and it really did help me in the early days to feel less alone during those sleepless nights. I remember texting Chantel to ask if breast feeding had hurt her even when she seemed to have a correct latch and if Hayley had wanted to feed all the time. She reassured me that breast feeding had definitely hurt early on (she had no attachment issues) and that Ethan was cluster feeding to bring my milk in and to just go with it. Feeling enormously reassured (if a little sore), I relaxed into what was going to become my life in the coming weeks.

The hospital offered daily breast feeding classes but having attended my ABA class and with my sil and mother to turn to, I gave them a miss. I did however make use of the lactation consultants to check attachment etc. Ethan fed around the clock while we were in hospital two nights (I chose to leave earlier) and I headed home confident but with very raw cracked nipples that made me tense for every feed - which was constant. My sister in law continued in the early days with her midnight and 3am text messages that comforted me more than I can say. It was the dead of winter in a freezing house with a baby that refused to sleep and I was struggling. I thought there was something wrong with me. I wasn't having any letdown feeling, I never felt my milk come in or get engorgement, IT HURT, Ethan developed a sucking blister on his lip and wanted to feed all the time, I had to be doing it wrong.

I tried nipple shields but Ethan wouldn't accept them so I spent lots of time under our bathroom heat lamps rubbing my raw cracked nipples with breast milk and letting them dry and I made an appointment with a private lactation consultant / midwife in week 2. Best thing I did! I shared all my concerns and problems with her and she proceeded to weigh bubba. He had put on well above the average weight gain since birth and she pointed out he was clearly getting more than enough milk. She reassured me that everything was okay and to continue with what I was doing. Buoyed by her reassurance, I continued with what I was doing - particularly demand feeding and lots of skin to skin.

Eventually the cracks healed, I got a let down sensation and my confidence grew and now here I am 7+ months on, still breast feeding and expressing. I had a very easy start to the breast feeding side of motherhood and am eternally grateful for it as it certainly made dealing with the next chapters a little easier.

I love breast feeding, there are endless pluses apart from the obvious health benefits including the quiet moments and cuddles, the portability, the knowledge you are giving your baby the best possible start, the absolute ease but our journey is not without tears or frustration. Let me tell you that even our charmed journey started with pain and a little damage and a lot of tears. It may be the most natural thing in the world but early on, it is also uncomfortable, sore and very Tiring. There are many times even now I say that it feels like life is being sucked from me on occasion. It is exhausting, claustrophobic at times and worrying... Do I have enough milk, is my baby satisfied...

Heading back to work at 4 or so months meant supply was a constant worry for me in addition to pumping under pressure. I invested in a Medela swing pump, a la leche hands free bra and some brewers yeast tablets. My first day back was a nightmare with pumping a non event, I just couldn't get a let down. I cried my eyes out devastated that I would have to wean. I researched increasing supply and set about doubling my water intake and baking lactation cookies. I was consuming about 5+ cookies a day and seeing the results in fast efficient pumping in no time with no supply issues. I eventually got sick of the cookies and after talking to a helpful health store assistant, discovered brewers yeast tablets. I haven't looked back since and am now easily pumping 3 times at work for 25 mins a time removing enough milk and then some for us to continue Ethan on breast milk.

Breast feeding takes time, effort, perseverance, commitment and a lot of patience. It's not easy in a lot of instances and the best thing any mother to be can do is decide early on that they want to breastfeed and then set about educating themselves in every aspect to ensure the best outcome. It is stressful, painful and draining but it is also beautiful, rewarding and so much more. Buy a membership to the ABA, it's one of the best things I did.

One of my favourite breast feeding memories is when Ethan was a little older - around 4/5 months - and he started pulling off during a feed, look at me with surprise like 'mum? Where did you come from?' Then give me a smile and start giggling before feeding again. This would go on 3 or 4 times and was the cutest little dally.

Even now though after so many months, breast feeding is not without its challenges. Ethan has started biting me at the end of his feeds. Only today this started and its really a nip but it really hurts! Everything I've read tells me a baby can't bite when latched properly and it seems he is doing it at the end of a feed, playing around. So far I just pull him off, end the feed and give a loud firm NO. One time elicited laughter, another tears. We will keep going but I will watch carefully and pull Ethan off before he can play around now.