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Black Mothers are dying in labor...Why Aren't We Really Talking About It?

This week, a friend posted a link on her Facebook page the story of Nicole Thea.  For those who don't know, Nicole Thea was a popular London-based YouTube and Instagram star eight months pregnant by her partner Boga.  Nicole had been documenting her pregnancy and sharing updates to more than 230K Instagram followers and among YouTube videos which could garner 1 million views.  She was only 24 years old and her partner and her fan base were anxiously awaiting the baby's (whom she was naming Reign) arrival.

Baby's 2 month well-baby visit

Hi guys! I just wanted to drop a quick one to let you know how Miss A. is doing and how she did at her two month check-up. I went in a bit sad because I knew she would have to get shots and it would make her cry. Let’s face it. No mom wants their kid in tears. So, we went in and met with my favorite nurse and got A.’s height and weight. She is now 11 pounds even and is 23.5 inches long. That’s great considering she was 7 pounds, 4 ounces at birth. I answered all of her milestone questions and was pleased to see she is pretty on target with everything. I did have one concern and that’s the baby eczema she seems to have. Bless God it is nowhere near where her sister’s was and she seems okay with it. The pediatrician came in and looked it over and gave us a cream to put on it. Since she knows how much interaction was had with my elder daughter, she trusts that I will use it as needed, but will also continue to use shea butter and coconut oil as well.

Our nurse re-entered with an oral vaccine, which A. took readily especially after getting some milk to wash it down. However, the others… (3 shots that combined inoculated against DTaP, Hib, Polio, Hep B, and Rotavirus) were administer via shot. A. was heartbroken and the look of hurt on her face that I’d allowed it to happen broke my heart. She even stopped and thought about it for a while and then got the saddest pout and cried some more as I comforted her. Poor baby. The good thing is she was over it pretty quickly and slept most of the evening away just getting herself together. That meant no Joy Night for her because we didn’t want her out and about if she was cranky. We’ll take pictures and post later.

So, that’s that. Have a great day and we will be posting again soon.


Baby update: 2 months old

Wow! It’s hard to believe that we are already in month two, but it’s true. Our little bean turned 2 months on Wednesday and started it off with a big grin. I love those! It’s easy to see that she can now differentiate familiar voices. She puts big grins out for Mommy, Daddy, Big Sister, and Big Brother. She seems to find her big sister especially entertaining and will follow her with her eyes and head until she becomes annoyed with her sister’s attention. With her big brother, she just gazes into his eyes and listens. He stares back and they seem to communicate without saying a word. He’s such a great big brother. She’s starting to chortle and give responses to some of our ‘conversations’ and I am loving the interaction.

She’s still sucking on her fingers on occasion and it usually triggers the countdown before ‘feed me’ begins. She recently discovered the pretty colored lights on her activity center and she lays on the blanket looking at it for a few minutes before becoming bored. Bless God, she’s started to sleep through the night! On Wednesday night, she went down about 10PM and slept until 5, when I woke her to change her and fed her still semi sleep. She then went back to sleep and slept until 8. Last night, she went down at 9:30PM and slept until 7, though she started rooting at 6. She crushed three ounces and then went back to sleep for about twenty minutes and was then up and ready to see the world.

 She’s still nursing, but is often still hungry afterwards. That means formula. So, I nurse her when she wakes in the morning, then follow up with formula. She gets about 12-16 ounces of formula while I am at work, then I nurse her after I get home from work. I follow that up with another couple of ounces and then she gets a final nurse/bottle session before bed.

 I have noticed her skin is developing patches similar to her sister’s and will be speaking to the doctor next week about it possibly being eczema. She isn’t annoyed by it, but I want to have it checked for sure. She’s about to get her first shots (ouch) and experience her first Hallelujah Night (if we go). So excited for all that she is and is becoming. We’ll be sure to update you in the meantime!


Four weeks later...Baby blues and breastfeeding

Hello everyone!  I apologize for disappearing.  Quite honestly, I've been debating if I wanted to continue since this blog was initially started as a #TTC space.  I  didn't want to inundate readers with baby overload, but I still wanted to be able to share some information with everyone--especially since it has been a decade since my last birth experience.  After some self debate, I decided I would continue until I felt the opposite.  So, here we go.

Today, I feel pretty good.  Our beautiful baby girl is four weeks old.  She is starting to display her personality.  I recognize the warning "ah" she gives before launching into a cry if she isn't fed quickly.  We've finally gotten the hang of this nursing thing but we still have to supplement with formula because I'm just not producing enough for her appetite.  I was pretty bummed about that initially, but I'm much better about it now.  Plus, I needed the additional rest time because she did a number on my nipples (TMI).  Thankfully, Lansinoh has been a great tool!

I wish I could say it has been that great the entire time.  I developed baby blues this pregnancy.  I suppose it was a release of hormones and a combination of lack of sleep in the hospital.  It may have been the massively stupid disagreement that I had with S. in the car on the way back from the hospital or a hidden disappointment of how I thought things should have gone versus how they went when we got home.  Whatever the trigger was, I found myself overwhelmed and weepy.  I tried breastfeeding and the little one couldn't get the latch correct.  My nipples were a raw and bleeding mess.  I kept trying because with our first, I had no issue.  This time I could barely hold the baby on my chest because of the pain.

Fast forward to her first post-birth appointment and I was still feeling overwhelmed.  S. had already returned to work, so it was just my oldest (who was kind enough to accompany) and I.  The baby had lost so much weight, but was slowly gaining.  She wasn't at birth weight and the pediatrician, while not worried, wanted me to come back in two weeks to ensure the baby was continuing to grow.  Fortunately for me, she's a great eater and has gained much more already.

Back to the baby blues.  My mother came to visit her new granddaughter when the baby was about two weeks old.  Bless her for recognizing that I needed a bit of alone time to get acclimated to the baby before visiting.  When she arrived, I was just getting into the hang of scheduling (or attempting to), but felt more than a bit overwhelmed.  She sat beside me on the couch and I started crying because I felt woefully inadequate and honestly, things have been a bit strained in my household lately.  She gave me the biggest and best hug, told me it would be okay, and tried to assist in whatever way I needed while she was here.

I only needed her to be available, not necessarily do anything.  I just liked the idea of her being able to if needed.  Mama's baby indeed.

Right now, the baby is nestled snugly in her bassinet.  I am catching up on Cosby Show and blog posts and looking forward to the couple of hours that I'll have to sleep.

I promise to be in touch soon!

Have a great evening.