Breastfeeding Kinda Sucks (this time, anyway)

My daughter refuses to nurse.  Except at night (like 3 a.m.) when she has no choice.  On the weekends, she will bite my nipple and continuing biting while she pulls her mouth off.  She is evil. 

Breastfeeding is evil.

So, why not just quit?  Because I was raised not to.  The entire eight years that I was in swimming, I threatened to quit every single year.  Marching band?  Softball?  Yeah, that's right.  I wanted to quit.  I wanted to quit college, too, when I found out I was pregnant.  Thank God that didn't happen or we'd be sitting out on our asses begging for food.  You're not supposed to quit when your situation gets hard, because in the end (unless you're being abused, then get out now and go see Aunt Becky) it will be worth it.  I breastfed my son for the entire first year.  I had a great pump (thank you, Medela!) and a strong will. 

It seems that my daughter has an even stronger will than I.

What is it about the breast that she hates?  Probably because it's too hard to get the milk out.  Well, honey, let me tell ya, I didn't quit and neither are you.  So, take that, little stinker.

Farmville and Crazy Mom

In my birthing class that was "mandatory" for all new parents to attend that wanted to give birth in this fancy new hospital, it was stressed upon us that we might go through a period when the baby is first born where we may want to harm him.  (What they didn't tell us is that we will continue having these thoughts until WE die.)  Lack of sleep, hormone imbalance, trouble nursing, etc might all be factors in these thoughts.  Each couple had to come up with an alternative method of calming our baby down.  With 24 couples in the class, we all had some pretty good ideas.  The running water trick saved our marriage.  Shaking the baby was NOT an option, duh! 

Well, for one mom, it obviously was. 

While feeding the cows and harvesting her crops on Facebook's addicting game, Farmville, her 3-month old son began to cry.  Ignoring him, she continued harvesting and trading and buying and building her imagninary farm.  Baby continues to cry.  To make him stop so that she could finish her very important game, she picks him up and shakes him.  Goes and smokes a cigarette and then comes back to shake him some more.  Shakes the baby so hard that he dies.  He dies.  He died. 

Because?  Because playing her imaginary game was more important than feeding her baby, or picking him up, or playing with him or paying attention to his needs because you're the only person at that moment that he can trust to take care of him?  How does someone do that?  I don't understand it!

My son was not a good baby for the first...well, ever...of his life.  He cried and cried and ate and cried.  It was unnerving.  I craved for time to myself.  Yes, I had thoughts of throwing him.  But I was disgusted and horrified the millisecond after the thought passed through my sleep-deprived brain.  I knew it would be wrong.  Ultimately, I convinced myself in a matter of two seconds that hurting my child would bring more misery to the rest of my life than the peace of five minutes it would bring if I could make him just be quiet.  It wasn't worth it.  It would never be worth it!

I wonder what goes through the minds of women and men that are able to physically harm their children.  The lady that drowned her four young children?  What happens in that moment when morals are thrown into the wind and insanity is allowed to reign?  I can never understand it.  I don't ever want to.  I want my children to live and thrive. 

I don't know if the issue is the game of Farmville.  It's not a violent game.  I don't believe it planted (sorry for the pun) a kernel of violence in her head and subconsciously told her to shake her son.  In truth, Farmville is a way for someone to escape into a simpler life.  It is a life where your crops and animals depend on you to sell, feed, harvest, etc.  You can build a new farmhouse and help harvest other's crops.  An alternate life, possibly.  An escape from a newborn that cries and needs incessantly.  Sure.

Any person that stays at home with their kids or takes care of other's kids needs a break.  It's flippin' hard.  I stayed home with my son for four months and I just wanted to take a shower without him needing me to hold him.  You take for granted everything that you did before kids, like taking a 20 minute shower instead of 2 minutes.  (Sorry about the hairy legs, honey. Baby wouldn't let me shave them for the past two months.)  You need a break.  An hour or a few away from them can only make you a better caregiver.  After a date with my husband or a girls' night out, I am so much more grateful for my children than if I had stayed at home with them. 

Her son would be a year old now.  It literally makes my stomach flip to think about what she did to him.  She pleaded guilty to second degree murder.  My only hope is that the women in her prison will show as much respect to her as she did to her son.  Maybe while she's getting shanked or the crap kicked out of her, she'll remember she forgot to harvest her corn. 

Starting Out

First post!  Whoop!  My name is Megan, but my mom calls me Fred because there are so many kids.  My kids call me Mommy, which makes me melt and give them whatever they want.  Apparently, I'm a sucker.  I work as an analytical chemist and I love, love, love! my work!  The two biggest problems that I have, though, are one, I have to get up way too early and two, I'm  breastfeeding and have to pump... a lot...because my daughter is a milk fiend.  I bought rechargeable batteries and definitely gotten my money out of those.  Anyone else feel me?  My hubby works with people that don't pay their loans and if he starts pulling his southern charm on you...watch out!  He did it last night to me and I gave him ice cream.  Pitiful.  Again, I am a sucker :0)  My son is Xander and he is a nutty 2-year old.  Just a nut!  Lilly is 9 months old and is the sweetest little baby, except when she's sick and then she is not even close to being sweet.  Blech. 

So...work...I deal with lots of awesome instruments like a Gas Chromatograph (GC), Inductively Coupled Plasma(ICP), FTIR, and the mostest awesomest SEM which means Scanning electron microscope and takes detailed pictures things.  Think that nail is perfectly smooth?  Think again! That piece of equipment is awesome. 

FEI SEM Pix
I pump at work two to three times in a 9-hour day and have to schedule it around when the janitor doesn't come in (he's a weirdo).  My Medela pump takes eight batteries when it's on battery power, so to save some money, I bought rechargeable batteries.  Life (and wallet) saver!  Just don't check in my lunch box in the refrigerator...it's full of milk.  I work with a bunch of guys so they don't really understand what I'm doing.  Which is kind of nice!  "What's that weird whirring sound in the bathroom?" No one knows! Ha!

Any questions on breastfeeding?  I got some nice hookups to some awesome lactation consultants!