
So let me give you a little background in case you haven't been in the loop... I gave birth to my first child, Sophia Elizabeth Cimino, on August 11, 2009. Sophia was a c-section baby and I have to admit, my experience was incredible!! My doctor made her first incision at 9:29am and Sophia was born at 9:34am! When it was over, I looked at Anthony and said "The rest of our kids are totally coming out this way!" The recovery was even a snap for me. I was up at 5am the next morning taking a shower and walking around all on my own. As a bonus, we were discharged after two nights because Sophia and I were doing so well! My only complaint really was that I ended up with a spinal headache from the spinal block. I suffer from migraines and all I have to say is that migraines have nothing on a spinal headache!! But now I know what it is, so if it happens next time, I'll know to say something to the nurse instead of just sucking it up and hoping it'll just go away.
My first couple of weeks as a mom were pretty hard. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't because Sophia was a difficult baby. From what other mothers have told me, she's a dream baby!! But I had a nice case of the Baby Blues and found myself very insecure and very scared. I cried a lot. I don't know what I would have done had it not been for my girlfriends, my family and my incredible husband. Every single day I had something new to terrify me and every single day I felt absolutely alone. My biggest issue was breastfeeding. Ugh. Breastfeeding made me a neurotic momzilla!! See, when I first got pregnant, I didn't think that I'd be able to breastfeed because I had a breast reduction back in 2005. I was totally fine with formula feeding -- I mean, I was formula fed and I think most would say that I turned out just dandy. Anywho... around my 7th month of being pregnant, I noticed that I was leaking colostrum. After seeing that I decided that I'd try to breastfeed Sophia once she was born. The very first day in the hospital, the lactation consultant at the hospital came into my room, whipped my boob out, took a look at it, deemed me "flat nippled," smacked a nipple shield on me and shoved Sophia on it. Man did that hurt. This was not at all what I was expecting. I had heard that nursing, if done properly, wasn't supposed to be painful. I'd heard that it was a wonderful bonding experience for both mom and baby. I swear, I wanted to punch Anthony every time Sophia latched on (in fact, now that I think about it, I think I just might have done that a few times there in the beginning -- it's all such a blur now). It actually brought tears to my eyes! How could something that was "so natural" and "wonderful" be so painful and miserable?!?! To make matters worse, it turns out that the breast reduction affected my milk supply. So while I was able to nurse, I was only producing about one third to one half of what other mothers produced. For whatever reason this made me feel like a failure. Like somehow it was my fault that I had a low milk supply. So I cried. We were supplementing with formula, so Sophia was absoutely fine. I, on the other hand, was a mess. I decided to go talk to the lactation consultant at the pediatrician's office to see if she could give me any pointers. Like the nurse at the hospital, this lady just pulled my "girls" out to have a look! So much for modesty! Hahaha! Anyway, she suggested we try to get Sophia to latch on without the shield to see if that was easier and it was! Sophia took right to it and it didn't hurt nearly as bad!! Then she hit me with "Well, you need to nurse as often as the baby wants to and you also need to pump between 6 and 8 times a day for at least 15 minutes each session." Ummmm... can you say "Mooooo"! Now this might earn me the Mother of the Year award (see my very first post), but there was no way that was going to fit into my schedule! So I kindly thanked the lady, put my boob back in my shirt and headed home. I did try though. I really did. I nursed Sophia every time she wanted to, but I just couldn't bring myself to pump 6 - 8 times a day! When was I supposed to sleep? Eat? Pee? I mean really. It's been 11 weeks now and I've managed to at least pump up to this point. Now that I'm back at work it's a lot harder for me, but I pump 3 - 4 times a day -- enough to give Sophia a bottle of breastmilk every day. Like I said, she's fine, I'm the one with the case of the crazies. ;)
All joking aside, the day Sophia was born was the best day of my life so far and I still pinch myself to make sure all of this is really happening! I really am the luckiest woman I know. I love being a mom and look forward to each new adventure that each new day brings!