Relief

I’m afraid to even type this, but I feel like I finally have my head above water. As we told a group of new parents the other night (we were there to tell our birth story), the first few weeks with a newborn are just gonna suck. You won’t sleep much. You might be in pain. You’ll realize you haven’t showered in way too long. But eventually you find your rhythm as a parent.

I’m still scared to be alone with the baby all day or to take her places, but I’m finding myself less so every day. At some point you realize that you can handle whatever happens because you’ve been handling it for weeks.

I don’t think we’re in a perfect place with breastfeeding, but we have made so much progress. At points I had really lost hope of it ever working out — and then I got mastitis, which is plain awful. But somehow we came out of that with the motivation to keep going. I’m not a person who gives up easily.

I’m starting to meet up with other moms and babies, which is definitely something you need if you’re home all day with a person who doesn’t talk back. It sounds terrible, but it made me feel so much better to hear that other people had struggles with breastfeeding or sleep or work schedules. I just needed to feel like I wasn’t alone in that.

I’m used to getting peed/pooped/spit up on now. I am so disappointed in the 7th Generation diapers we’ve been using until her cloth ones fit. We’ve had so many blowouts with them. Maybe she is just a super pooper. 😉


I die for those chubby thighs.

I’m trying to dress in something other than yoga pants everyday, but that only sometimes happens. I feel like my body has reshaped itself. The only regular jeans that fit are ones that didn’t fit well before. I wish I could say I didn’t have a jiggly belly full of stretch marks, but that’s what you get for having a baby! You also get a baby, which is pretty cool.

Harper is still pretty tiny, but growing like crazy. She wants to eat and eat all the time — so much like her parents. People always think she’s a boy because we dress her in neutral clothes, but I don’t care. They also think she’s a redhead, but I think her hair is more light brown with a reddish tint. Not sure where that came from, but it’s pretty adorable.

The other day I read this birth story that just cracked my heart right open. I realized I had been spending so much time frustrated and just trying to weather each day’s mini crisis that I hadn’t really gotten to appreciate what a gift my baby was. Of course she makes me crazy sometimes, but she is here, healthy and strong, with 10 fingers and 10 toes. And for that we are lucky indeed.

One month old

Miss Harper is one month old today. Every morning I think she looks a little bit different from the day before. I adore her soft fuzzy hair and her chubby little thighs. She seems like a pretty happy baby and she is settling into a nighttime routine that we can handle.

Of course we think she is a genius. When we put her on her stomach she can pick up her head and move it side to side and her little legs flail like they are just dying to figure out how to become mobile someday. Scary!

This has definitely been the most insane month of my life, full of so many ups and downs. So many times I have said, “I didn’t think it was going to be this hard.” Mainly because we have struggled so much with breastfeeding. Every step forward has come with a step back, so it’s slow progress. But progress nonetheless.

Mike had to go back to work, but thankfully my family is here to help for a few days. I don’t know how families without paternity leave make it happen. It should be just as long as maternity leave, in my opinion.

I’m sure this will change, but it’s like I have completely forgotten about my work. Knitting used to be central to my life on a daily basis, and it’s totally on hold right now. I’m glad to know it will always be there when I’m ready. I thought I would open the store within about 6 weeks of the baby coming, but now I’m not so sure. When I don’t have help anymore it will be a real challenge to balance the business with the baby, but I will have to find a way to make it work. Moms, how do you do it?

Baby must-haves


The many faces of Harper Corey.

I can’t believe we’re almost a month into having a baby. In these first weeks a few items have risen to the top as essentials. I know when you’re planning for a first baby you don’t know what you’ll really use, and everyone has different needs. But here’s what’s been great for us:

BabyJogger City Mini GT stroller


All strapped in just in case mama runs into a curb.

We’re kind of obsessed with our stroller. Mainly the feature it has where you pull up a handle and the whole giant thing collapses into a surprisingly small package. It’s a little awkward with the car seat attachment right now, but we still love it. It seems sturdy enough to handle a little off-road strolling. And I’m pretty much guaranteed to get in shape quickly because the baby always calms down or sleeps on a walk.

Diaper Dude messenger bag

Maybe this diaper bag is marketed to dudes, but I think it’s the perfect unisex bag for couples. It has umpteen compartments, a changing pad, an ergonomic strap and a little printed list inside of all the things you are probably forgetting. Plus it’s stylish.

Boon Grass drying rack with tree

Absolute essential! Since I have to pump milk until we’re through our breastfeeding woes, I am constantly hanging bottles and caps on this handy thing. Even if you don’t have a baby, you should totally get one.

• SwaddleMe sleep sacks

Though we have umpteen blankets that can be used for swaddling, I think it’s so much easier to plop the baby in this Velcro number instead. For our weather we don’t need anything heavyweight or fleece, so these sleep sacks are perfect. I found a 2-pack on clearance at Target, so I stocked up.

Harper also really loves to snuggle in this little fleece blanket we got from Mike’s mom.

• Diaper Dekor diaper pail

We ran into this random stranger at Buy Buy Baby who sung the praises of the Diaper Dekor pail, so we went ahead and got one. It’s cool because it has a locking mechanism that keeps our dogs from getting into it. And the bags inside are basically one long bag that you cut when it gets full, tie a knot and start another one. We found some refills on clearance at a local kids store, so we’re set for a while. (Or at least until Harper fits into her cloth diapers.)

• IKEA Poang chair

We actually bought this chair for the living room, but it works great as a gentle rocker for a baby. I don’t like to sit alone in the nursery very often, so it’s nice to have another option. This chair looks great, and the price ($149) is right.

• Plastic freezer containers

One of the best things we did before the baby came was to cook extra meals and freeze them in single-serve containers.

Failing that, just get some Amy’s frozen dinners. 😉

• Folding play mat

I think this came from a garage sale, but it is getting a second life with us. I didn’t count on having to entertain a very young baby, but Harper loves to play on this thingamabob in the mornings (mainly stare in the little mirror and vaguely swat at the hanging toys). When she gets a little older I’m sure she’ll like it even more. Best part — it folds up into a portable case with a handle.

• Grandparents

I’m sure this goes without saying, but you need a lot of help in the beginning. It’s a shame that we live so far from our parents, but we’ve been grateful to have them visit, and we have more coming this week!

The first 2 weeks

Oh my goodness, the first two weeks with a baby have been hard. They make the labor and delivery seem like a breeze! Well, maybe not quite. But I don’t think I was quite prepared for all the ups and downs.

I think we’ve weathered the lack of sleep pretty well. Our midwife had suggested we try a system while my mom was here where she would take a four-hour shift at night and Mike would take a four-hour shift at night. Then they would wake me whenever the baby needed to be fed, and I could get a restful sleep in between. We were all tired, but ultimately I think it worked really well.

We had some problems with breastfeeding, though, and that meant the baby was losing too much weight. So we had to go to a lot of appointments that first week. Thankfully we found ways to get her eating and gaining the weight back. But just as soon as we felt on top of that, she started having a really hard time eating, no matter how we tried to feed her. Come to find out she had some kind of sore or scrape on the roof of her mouth that was hurting. So we’ve had to resort to pumping and bottle feeding round the clock until it heals.

She is hungry, hungry all the time, and it’s hard on me. I totally understand now why women would give up on breastfeeding. And why there is so much guilt around how we feed our babies. When you are responsible for someone else’s sustenance, it feels like the weight of the world is on your shoulders. Even though you know all that matters is that they’re healthy, you still feel like you have failed in some way.

So we’re getting through these tough weeks. We’re watching her grow and change every day. We take her for stroller walks. We’ve had our first blowout in a public place. I really look forward to the time when she’s big enough to put in the carriers we have so our arms can get a break! At least I am getting pretty good at the 5 S’s to get her to calm down when she’s fussy.

Overall she’s a pretty happy and curious baby, and she’s been a real trooper with all of these appointments and people messing with her. My heart melts every time I look at her peacefully sleeping. I love her wild hair — I think she got that from her dad. I love how tiny babies sort of resemble old men. Every day we get a little more confident as parents, but it still feels like the first day at a new job just about every morning when I wake up. I guess we are newbies as much as she is.

Harper’s birth story

Apologies for the length, but… it’s a long story.

Also, I wanted to be really honest about what this experience was like, so if you’re squeamish you may want to skip it. Otherwise, here goes!

I had gone so long without any signs of pre-labor — not even faux contractions until about 38 weeks — that I figured I was in for an overdue baby. Every other woman in my Bradley class went past her due date, most by a week or more. But Harper arrived just one day shy of her due date on Feb. 7.


My last day pregnant. Not sure how I mustered this smile.

If you remember, it was Superbowl Sunday when I got a henna design on my belly. I don’t know if this has anything to do with my labor, but that day the baby was as active as I can remember her ever being. And I was having a LOT of Braxton-Hicks contractions. The next day, Monday, my mom was set to arrive from Kansas. I think that her being here to support me was a big part of my mental state. I really wanted to have some family around during this major event in my life. And although I was much more worried about being overdue and having her be here a long time without a baby, I was relieved that I hadn’t gone into labor before her arrival (and thus without her help). So when we picked her up from the airport, I breathed a really big sigh of relief and probably relaxed a lot.

That night I had kind of a restless night of sleep. A couple of times previously I had noticed that when I rolled over during the night I got a cramp. I figured it was due to the weight of my belly somehow. But Monday night it happened again, and it made me wonder if I was having contractions. Real ones. Mike commented the next morning that he knew something was different from the way I was sleeping. And sure enough, when I got up Tuesday morning and went to the bathroom I had a small amount of bloody show. I grabbed my copy of “What to Expect” and reread the part about what that means. It said you usually will have your baby within a day or two. Whoa!


The nursery all set up. More about it on the Goodsmiths blog.

That day we had an appointment with our midwife, Lindy, in the afternoon, so I was really glad to be able to ask her about what was happening. In addition to the show, I was also definitely having contractions that felt like menstrual cramps. But they didn’t really hurt or affect me at that point. I knew it was just pre-labor. Mike went to work, but when he mentioned to coworkers that something was happening with me, they made him go home. So he and my mom went to the appointment with me. Lindy didn’t say much other than to keep her posted about what was going on and to call if my water broke, especially if it had meconium (baby’s first poop) in it. Otherwise we could proceed with laboring at home. I so appreciated her calm approach to everything. She didn’t even check me or worry about how many centimeters dilated I was or anything with a number in it. She is all about the other physical and emotional signs of labor, and she knew I was just at the very beginning point.

Knowing that we might not have much time left to prepare the house for the baby, we ran a bunch of errands. We made plans to cook and bought a bunch of food. Then we went home and cooked as much as we had time to make. It was the perfect distraction for me since nothing was really progressing. It’s hard for me to remember now, but I believe that night when we went to bed, things finally kicked into gear. I remember Lindy saying that it happens that way a lot. When you finally relax, your body reacts. So Mike and I stayed up most of the night breathing through the contractions. I figured that things would move into the later stages of labor much faster, so I was pretty surprised that nothing had happened by morning.


Reggie needed to be the baby one last time.

Wednesday I was still trying to do some normal things, but I wasn’t really in shape to cook or run errands anymore. I think I went back and forth between our bedroom and the living room, watching TV and doing my yoga breathing through each contraction. I can’t emphasize enough how important that deep breathing was. Without pain medication it was all I had sometimes for relief. I didn’t have back labor, so Mike couldn’t really rub on anything to make it feel better. That night we all watched KU lose a horrible basketball game. I remember thinking — I hope this is not some kind of bad omen! But by bedtime that night I was in too much pain to care. The contractions were growing really intense. I tried laying on my side, leaning over the bed, getting on my hands and knees. But nothing seemed to relieve the pain when the contractions hit. To cope, I started moaning through them. Mike or my mom would moan with me to keep me from screeching. I tried to focus on the fact that more intensity meant progress.

We called the midwife again around 3 a.m. She listened to me go through a contraction and said that I was still in early labor. I remember thinking, what?! I kept consulting the books I had for what constitutes active labor, like I was trying to convince myself I was farther along than I was. I just knew that something was happening, something was changing and getting more intense. She suggested I get in the tub to get some relief, so I did that. It definitely helped, but the contractions were still pretty strong. I got out after 45 minutes or something and went back to the bedroom, sometimes walking down the halls. There were starting to be times when I couldn’t even moan through a contraction — I just started to cry a little. It was really getting hard at that point. I know if I was in the hospital and someone offered to speed up the process or take away my pain, I probably would have said yes. I had to draw on all the inner strength I had to get through a second full night with no sleep and all that pain.

I think we called Lindy again around 7 in the morning and she said I still wasn’t ready to go to the hospital (her goal was for me to be at 5-6 centimeters, and she’s heard enough laboring women to know what that sounds like). She suggested I get back in the tub. I was so frustrated at that point. I just desperately wanted to feel like I’d reached the final stages and was getting to the end. But I went ahead and got in the tub again. I remember thinking that maybe it was a bad idea because I actually felt better after a while. Like perhaps I’d slowed down the labor by getting in the tub and I’d set myself back. Worst-case scenario! But at some point while Mike was with me I felt a pop and then a gush. I wasn’t sure, but I thought maybe my water broke in the tub. He seemed to think it had, but for some reason I was like, no it was probably just more show or something (it had been increasing all night). I think I was so used to not making progress that I didn’t want to set myself up for disappointment.

I got out of the tub and started to get dressed. I went into the bedroom to keep laboring and then all the sudden I had a contraction that felt like it was going to break me in half. I started to moan, then cry, and then I just screamed. It was like a primal scream I couldn’t stop. I moved into the bathroom and then another contraction hit me, this time with the urge to push. It was so strong I felt I couldn’t stop it — the only thing I could do was push. I’ve heard people say it feels like the biggest bowel movement you’ll ever have, and I have to say it’s true. Not quite where I was expecting to feel the pressure. (Thankfully I had pretty much cleared out my entire system over the last 2 days, so no worries on that front.) 😉

I was just roaring at that point. Everything happened so fast that I had no way to put it into perspective. I don’t know how, but Mike kept his cool, saying, “This is transition, this is transition.” (He told me later he was actually happy to see me get there, even though I was hysterical.) My mom kept saying that it was like a freight train, and that’s what had happened with her labor with me. But I wasn’t buying it. I was saying things like “I’m going to have the baby right here” and “I’ll never make it to the hospital” and “I’m so scared” (classic transition, it seems now). But somehow Mike and my mom managed to call Lindy and tell her to meet us at the hospital, gather all of our things we had packed, and get me to finish dressing and walk to the car. Once the first couple of huge contractions subsided I realized they were right and that I could make it to the car. We got in and I screamed into a pillow the whole way there. I don’t think that was a pleasant car ride for anyone involved!

Once we got to Alta Bates, we pulled up to the 20-minute parking and found a guy with a wheelchair. I kept the pillow in front of me so I could yell into it if I needed to. I’m sure anyone we passed while I was being wheeled upstairs must have been entertained or horrified by me. The idea of doing paperwork for check-in was pretty comical at that point. I went to triage, and when Lindy checked me she said I was fully dilated, at +1 station, and that she could see the baby pushing against the perineum. They wheeled me into a delivery room and we all got settled. The nurses were trying to take my blood pressure and various other things, but I had to keep stopping them to get through contractions.


The only photo I have from the labor/delivery.

I turned on my side and a nurse helped me hold my leg up while I pushed. I sort of thought I’d push 2 or 3 times and she’d be out, but it took a little more than an hour of pushes. One funny thing — when everyone was saying that the baby’s head was starting to poke out and I felt that she’d be out any second, Lindy goes, “she’ll be out in 5 or fewer pushes.” I said, “Five?! One sounds good.” And sure enough, it was on that next push that Harper came out. After the head and shoulders emerged, Mike got to grab her body and pull her the rest of the way out. Then they put her on my chest. She was crying as she came out. They didn’t even have to suction her. And right away she peed on me. Parental initiation! We spent probably half an hour skin-to-skin before the nurses took her for all her tests and things. I was a little surprised that Lindy said she wanted to give me a shot of Pitocin to get the placenta out. But it only took about five minutes before I pushed and it plopped right out.

Even though the labor was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and the delivery was a little nuts, I am completely at peace with our decision to have a natural birth. With such a long labor, I can see how being in a hospital could have made us all eager to speed up the process and pile up the interventions. I didn’t want to be numb for this experience. I wanted to feel everything, good and bad.

Afterwards I felt a high like I’ve never had before. All that lack of sleep didn’t matter. I felt great and had the energy to get through the first tough week with a newborn. Having done the perineal massage beforehand, I only had a small tear that needed just one stitch, so my physical recovery was so much shorter than it could have been. Emotionally, I felt like I had gotten in touch with a place of strength that I didn’t know I had. It’s so empowering. It might take me a while before I can consider the idea of going through this again. 😉 But knowing I could get through that and come out with the most beautiful baby in the world has a way of making you forget about the pain.

When you become a mom

You will check multiple times a day to make sure your baby is still breathing.

You will cry when they cry. A lot.

You will say that you will sleep when they sleep, but then you probably won’t.

You will be amazed that such a loud sound could come from such a tiny person.

You will finally understand what people mean when they say you can’t comprehend the love you have for your child until you become a parent. And you’ll probably start staying it to other people.

You will never get so excited for someone else’s poop.

You will look down and realize that you’ve been wearing the same milk-stained yoga pants for two days, but that your baby has worn at least four adorable outfits in that amount of time.

You will appreciate your mom in a way you never have before.

You will find out what’s on TV at 3 a.m., then load up the Netflix.

You will learn how to do things one-handed.

You will find that having read all the books doesn’t really matter. But talking to all the moms does.

You will be slayed by the sight of your husband cradling a tiny newborn. It kind of makes up for everything else.

You will absolutely believe that your child is the most perfect child on Earth.

You will find staring at a baby to be your best source of entertainment.

You will be faced with challenges you didn’t expect. And you will find deep inside of you a way to meet them. Because you’re a mom now. And that’s what moms do.

On choosing a midwife

I just wanted to share my thoughts on this because I think it was the single most important decision we made as far as having the natural birth experience we wanted. At the beginning of my pregnancy I wasn’t sure exactly the experience we wanted. I’d heard such wonderful things from women who had home births. But our HMO wouldn’t cover any of the cost, and we were looking at possibly having to move a month before the baby was born. So ultimately it just didn’t feel like the right thing to do.

On the other end of the spectrum, we could have gone a more traditional route and stuck with the ob/gyn we saw for the first 3 or 4 months of the pregnancy. I really liked her. But that office was always a zoo with a busy waiting room and cranky receptionists. And when the doctor tried to talk us out of having a doula, I knew we weren’t going to necessarily be on the same page about a lot of things.

So once we eliminated those possibilities we were left with the middle ground: find a midwife who delivers at a hospital (birth centers weren’t covered under our insurance either). Suddenly our options went from about 30 midwives to 3. I was really shocked that the options were so few. Part of that was due to the insurance issue, but part of it is that there are a lot of rules and restrictions that make it hard for midwives to work in a hospital setting in California. So we chose one of the three and started working with her (Lindy Johnson, if anyone is interested).

Right away things were different. At most the waiting room consisted of us and one other person at any given time. While I waited for her to finish her last appointment I would do my own pee test and weight check so that was done by the time we met. She never said anything about my weight, which took off a lot of pressure. But because she is an actual nurse, she paid careful attention to all the bloodwork and tests I had done outside her office. She actually caught that my thyroid numbers were off and sent me to resolve that issue, which turned out to be OK.

I love that she made a great deal of effort to include Mike in every part of the process. She assured us that there were no stupid questions. And believe me, we asked them all. The main thing, though, is that a midwife’s philosophy is all about trusting the natural process and not worrying you unnecessarily. During the last month, we didn’t have any ultrasounds, heart monitoring, cervical checks or anything else invasive. Because everything was fine.

Also, when we went to write our birth plan (which we didn’t even end up needing, ha), I didn’t even include half of the things we wanted because by having a midwife we were going to get them automatically. I’ll go over that more in my birth story later, but it was nice just to have that weight off our shoulders.

I remember towards the end of my labor, we called Lindy around 3 a.m. and she asked me if I was feeling afraid of anything at that point. It was such an important question as far as getting me to let go of anything I was holding onto, but I wonder how much it gets asked in a medical setting.

So if I had to do it over, I would absolutely choose to have a midwife again. Their model of care just makes sense to me. And after having spent 2 days in the hospital post-birth I really question whether or not I would do that again. I think a birth center would be ideal, or home if it was comfortable enough. I’d be willing to change our insurance to have the options. As long as everything is going smoothly, why mess with Mother Nature? She knows what she’s doing.

Baby love

Harper Isabel Corey was born at 12:02 p.m. Thursday at Alta Bates hospital in Berkeley. She weighed 7 pounds, 8 ounces and was 20.5 inches long.

We are so in love already. She is absolutely perfect. Everything people say about you don’t know how it feels until you hold your own baby is so true.

I will work on writing up the birth story soon. It is quite a story! It definitely defied expectations, but in the end we had exactly the natural birth we wanted.

Now I’m onto the adventure of breastfeeding, which might be the next hardest thing after childbirth.

Belly henna

A few months ago my next door neighbor Brandy, who does face and body painting, offered to do some henna on my belly. So of course I said I would take her up on that. She came over on Sunday before the Super Bowl and worked on an elaborate design that turned out absolutely amazing.

She was telling me that you can mix the henna yourself using essential oils that smell really good. The baby seemed to be reacting to it — I can’t remember the last time she rocked and rolled so much.

One thing I really wanted to have in the design was a pair of little feet. Aren’t they cute?

The design should last around 10 days, so hopefully it will still be visible when I have the baby. My midwife sure thought it was cool.

Third trimester must-haves

This might be my least glamorous post ever, but here goes.

In the last month of pregnancy I feel like I am living in someone else’s body, so I’m doing whatever I can to be comfortable. My midwife suggested I lay on my side a couple times a day and try to give my body a break from just carrying all this extra weight around. So I’ve been using that time to read “Telegraph Avenue”, which might be the most appropriate book for a pregnant person living in Berkeley to read.

Not only does it take place here, and with tons of recognizable details, two of the main characters are midwives and one of them is 36 weeks pregnant at the beginning. There’s this one part that takes place at an Ethiopian restaurant, and I thought it was so crazy because Mike and I always used to eat lunch at this Ethiopian place after our first ob/gyn appointments. Guess where it was — Telegraph Avenue!

Anyway, other things that have been really helpful:

• Comfy lace-up shoes. Although I’ve always been a fan of slip-on shoes, I need something tighter now that I have fat feet. These Asics are great.

SodaStream soda maker. I drink way more water than I used to, so sometimes it’s nice to have bubbly water instead. I have a few flavor packets, but it’s just as easy to squeeze in lemon, lime, or orange juice for extra flavor.

• Raspberry leaf tea. Supposedly it’s good for your lady parts, so I’ve been calling it uterus tea. It actually tastes pretty good.

• Breathing strips. My nasal passages have been swollen for the past few months, so I snore something awful at night. If I put one of these on my nose before bed, Mike can actually sleep.

• Tums Smoothies. Now that the baby is pushing my digestive system way up, I have quite a bit of heartburn. I like taking Tums for it since they have extra calcium. The smoothies flavors taste like candy.

Biscuit cinnamon rolls. If you want something a little more special for breakfast than cereal, these rolls are great. They take way less time than traditional yeast cinnamon rolls, and they’re not quite as sticky-sweet. Still delicious, but a little less high-maintenance.

I would also give high praise to walking and yoga throughout a pregnancy. And the Google group of local moms I joined has been amazing as far as learning about pregnancy, birth and parenting. I would say I get eye-opening emails on pretty much a daily basis. I joined a smaller group for people with babies born this month, so I have a built-in meetup group once the baby is born.