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Monday, December 29, 2014

Big Changes for #jd3

So, it's official...as of Christmas day, I stopped breastfeeding. Since my supply began to decrease at the end of October/beginning of November, I started supplementing with formula. Then it got to the point that it wasn't worth pumping at work. When that happened, I started feeding James when he woke up in the morning and in the evenings at home. The last couple of weeks, it seemed as if James wasn't getting enough milk during his feedings so I would give him more milk (from a bottle) afterwards. It was at that point I realized I would have to stop breastfeeding sooner than later.

Part of me was a little bummed but the other part of me felt really good about what I was able to do for my son. Now that he's ONE YEAR OLD and can "officially" drink cow milk, it's become less stressful in the Davis household.

*side note: At some point in the near future, I will do James' "turning one" blog post.


On a different, but related, note, we are actively transitioning James away from the bottle. In the words of my lovely hubby, Mr. Boo, "This is going to be hell." True words. James LOVES the bottle. He loved the boob, too, but hasn't noticed it's been missing from his diet.

There is so much crap out there about transitioning from the bottle. Feel free to share your experience (mostly because I love hearing other mommas' stories). Here's what we have currently decided to do. He usually goes to bed/nap with a bottle in hand (except when I breastfed him, of course). We have stopped doing that by having him drink before we even put him into the crib. We also decided to stop giving him milk in a bottle before his first nap of the day. We put it in a sippy cup. If he chooses to drink it, GREAT! If he doesn't, he goes without (This is mostly because he typically eats his breakfast before napping and it's about lunch time when he wakes up. We figure, if he misses that milk, it shouldn't affect him in a negative way).

Another thing we started, last night, is to put his last milk feeding in a sippy. It broke my heart! He cried like crazy for 10+ minutes about the cup. He knew milk was in there but absolutely refused to drink from the cup. When he finally calmed down, I had the cup close to his lips and he decided to grab it and drink! He only drank 1 1/2 oz. but we decided that was a victory. We did end up putting the rest of it in the bottle because he didn't eat well yesterday due to travelling.

So, here starts the sippy cup adventure. Please tell me your stories!

Friday, December 12, 2014

The Santa Race 5k

After doing a few long distance races this fall, it was kind of nice to run a 5k. Even though the weather was crappy, I knew it would be over in 3.1! This race was SO MUCH FUN!!! They limited it to a few hundred runners so it was easy to park and find friends. It was held at Creekside in Gahanna (the place where I have the pleasure of calling home).

I was co-creator (along with Jackie) of a team called "8 Maids a Milking." We are all mothers who are either nursing or have nursed in the past. We all had shirts with big ole milk jugs on the front (some bigger than others). Unfortunately, one of our maids wasn't able to make it but she was there in spirit! We also saw other MRTT (Moms Run This Town) mommas before and after the race.

I ran a 5k last year, when I was pregnant, at Creedside so I was familiar with this course. I warned Jackie that, if it was the same course I ran, there were at least 2 hills. I think there were actually three but one felt like more of a gradual incline. It was an out and back course that started at Creekside and connected to the trail. They had one drink station at the halfway point. I really have no complaints about the course. I started towards the front so I didn't have a hard time passing people at the start. By the time I got to the turn around point, people were spread out enough that it didn't cause any issues running back to the finish. The thing I loved about this out and back course is that I was able to cheer for my fellow team members as we passed each other. It was really neat to see everyone having such a great time. We all ran really well!

 I had no time goal for this race. I just wanted to run and finish without exacerbating my injuries. Mission was accomplished. I felt great the whole time! Sure I was a little tight through the weekend but didn't feel any pain.
Bonus: To my surprise, as I was approaching the finish line, I noticed that the clock read 23 minutes and some change. I heard the announcer mention that the clock was about 30 seconds from hitting 24 minutes. It was something about that statement that lit a fire up my butt and made me just go! I felt like I looked amazing but my finishing looks aren't usually my strong suit :) I ended up finishing just under 24 minutes with a time of 23:53!! I'm honestly not sure if this is a lifetime PR (personal record) because I know I ran faster splits in high school but, back then, our races were only 2 miles so I have no idea what a 5k time would have been back then. So, I would like to think this is my PR. I know it's my fastest 5k in at least 10 or so years so we're gonna say it's my new PR!

My one and only complaint about this race is the pictures. The website took forever to load and you had to look through ALL of the pictures to find the ones of yourself. My pictures sucked so bad. There were none of me on the course or at the start. There was one right before the finish in which I gave a thumbs up but my giraffe neck was looking crazy. The three finishing photos they had were all of me looking at my phone to turn off my running app. Totally disappointing. Despite that, we took some fun post race shots :)

Thursday, December 4, 2014

This. Week.

Man...fun things just keep happening this week. I've got to get it all out of my brain or I won't be able to sleep or function.
Most of y'all know about the breastfeeding thing (just used my last bag of frozen stash today and will go all formula minus the times I can nurse him). I'm almost over this one.
And there was yesterday...which most of you also know about. Someone else commented about my size, saying I was too skinny (something I struggle with). I'm still mentally dealing with this.
And then, Jimmy and I received some news yesterday that really made us sad...
Jimmy has a friend of about 2 or 3 years named Jeff. Jimmy met him through playing sand volleyball in the summer. Sadly, Jeff may be passing away in the next couple of days. He was diagnosed with Stage 4 brain cancer and started his battle about a year and a half ago. He is only in his mid 40s. He has been so strong through all of this and has been such an inspiration. He has been knocked down many times but always bounced back and beat the odds. He was able to marry his love, Susan, about a month ago and he also has a daughter who, I believe, is around 20 years old.
Jeff is under hospice care at this time and Jimmy and I are hoping to see him later today. This brings up so many horrible memories of when my Mamaw passed away. She had lung cancer that spread to her brain. When she was diagnosed, she did not share this information with the family. About 6 months later, the family found out when she had to be brought to the hospital because she was in her home sitting in her own body fluids and couldn't speak anything that made sense. I believe she was in the hospital about a week before passing away. I just remember going to see her at the hospital and she had NO CLUE WHO I WAS. That was the most heart breaking moment in my life.
I'm not as close to Jeff as Jimmy or any of Jeff's other friends but I am so scared to visit him for that same reason. I don't want to relive that feeling of someone you know and care about not even recognizing who you are. He may not be to that point yet but part of me doesn't want to find out.  I'm praying so hard for his family and friends right now. I don't see Jimmy cry often but tears were in his eyes this morning and that breaks my heart.
I don't know what else to say but I know that it helps me to type all of this out.