What I Learned About Exclusively Pumping

Hi mommies!
I did it. I made it to three months exclusively pumping for my bean. To say the journey has be difficult is an understatement.

My milk started late and not a lot came, my bean had tongue tie, and we had lots of trouble latching. In tears, we began formula supplementing when he was three days old. It was NOT how I envisioned this to be.


For all the sleepless nights, poopsies, and screaming, I wasn’t prepared for the difficulty that breastfeeding possesses. There is so much to say as a new mom. The struggle is real.

I know I’ve only been pumping for 13 weeks, but I have learned a lot.

**Formula is OKAY.** Truly, it is. You know, I was *that* asshole four months ago that was against formula if you can make milk. I totally support moms who give formula when they are incapable of making milk or that their babies need it. What I didn’t know is that most moms have trouble making milk. Some take hours to get a supply, others days, and others weeks.

When we brought home our bean from the hospital after three days, he was screaming so much (he’s a vocal sort!), I went out to CVS with my dad and bought newborn supplements and a pint of ice cream. I was a real mess.

A couple days later, we went to a pediatrician who gave us a box of supplements. He said, ‘mom, if you continue to cry, you will never make milk. You need to destress and let baby eat. It will happen.” Two other pediatricians said the same thing.

And so, we supplemented with formula. First it was 80% of his meals, then 50%, then 20%, and now, we give supplement during a growth spurt or when I want some for the freezer. And you know what? He looks awesome.

None of my pediatricians have given a rat’s ass about feeding formula.



**Breastfeeding isn’t for everyone.** I now pump 99% of the time. For me, I couldn’t do it without the help of my husband and my dad who can help take care of baby and the house.

But here’s my secret, I haven’t found breastfeeding to be amazing. I don’t feel a “connection”, my hips still hurt, my tendonitis is returning, and I’m exhausted. I feel that at least when I pump, I can type, I can read, I can still play with the bean.

**Pumping sucks. Literally.** Your boobs will hurt, you’ll be on a schedule (my alarm went off every three hours for the first six weeks), and you will feel like a cow.

It is an uphill battle, until it isn’t. I have found a groove now and know when I want to pump. I know that when my dad leaves, I won’t be pumping as often, and if I pump less, that is OKAY. Because, I can supplement. And I am totally not a loser mom.

**Your baby takes a bottles from anyone.** There ARE benefits to pumping and formula. Your baby will take a bottle. And your baby can take the bottle from anyone in your family.

You know what’s awesome? Letting your husband feed your baby while everyone enjoys an adult beverage. And then he burps and changes bean’s diaper and then they play. And bean? He doesn’t care who feeds him, as long as someone feeds him.

**You CAN go out for more than one hour.** Sometimes my husband works home, and on those days, I go out, by myself, for 3-5 hours. Run errands, get a massage, meet friends and grab a drink, it’s amazing. Because you need you time.

Pumping lets someone else feed the baby. Even if you do BF, a couple pump sessions here and there will allow you to get out for much needed R&R.



**You do whatever makes it work.** Seriously. What I say, what others say, it doesn’t matter.

You know what matters? Your sanity. Do what it takes so that you have a good transition for pumping/formula/breastfeeding whatever.

Hugs and kisses moms!
/P

Elegant & Whimsical Baby Shower

Baby showers – they can be so kitschy you want to hid under the diaper cake or so babycentric you want to hid under those “chocolate” diapers.

I know I know baby showers are meant to be about babies. But shouldn’t they also be about mom? and dad?! and having a good time.

Two of my best buds M & J put together a stellar baby shower. We of course used Pinterest for inspiration. We wanted to stay away from the most cliched aspects of baby showers. Almost like a bridal shower minus all the alcohol and more whimsical.
Out: the candy diaper game, the chugging bottle game, and sorry, everything lame.
In: pretty flowers, macarons, and a sense of elegance and whimsy.

We had lovely macarons from Fleur de Farine, based in Palo Alto.

A selfie with the party organizers, M & J!

Our baby shower party setup – presents, a diaper cake (I give credit, this one is adorable), and stuffed toys and toy blocks from our childhood.

“Who’s that baby?” game. Our hosts collected baby photos from the guests and we had to figure out who each person was. Super fun. It took me 10 minutes to figure out some of my friends!

Opening baby presents. It couldn’t get more fun. This diaper bag from Skip Hop is amazing too.

Belly henna by Henna Lounge. I just LOVE mandalas!

If you want more whimsical ideas check out my 10 DIY ideas for onesies and my Indian maternity baby shoot on The Big Fat Indian Wedding.

10 Adorable DIY Onesie Ideas

At my baby shower, my friends put together a DIY onesie and bib station. Friends made the cutest and funniest onesies for our baby.

I just have to share their artwork and creativity!

**iPood** – Forget the iPod, the iPood is what really happens with a newborn baby.

**Est 2015** – Don’t you love all those annoying apparel companies telling you what year they were established? How about make one for the babe. Way more meaningful.

**Crying gets you things** – if crying doesn’t solve the problem for your baby bean, cry some more. Crying will pretty much run your lives for those first months. Might as well enjoy a onesie with it!

**I am why we can’t have nice things** – That ended when I chose to have rabbits, but it’s just as true when you have a baby.
**Input//Output** – put an arrow facing up to the mouth, and put the output sign on the baby’s tushie. There will be a lot of outputting.

**noob** – give the nerds some love

**player 3** – honestly, I haven’t figured out what this means, but it’s sure cute!

**Feed me and no one will get hurt… I left you a present** – need I say more?

**Hangry** – now that it’s an official word in the Oxford dictionary, you can be the coolest aunt/uncle ever for designing this onesie.

**”#tbt”** – This was by far the most creative and provocative onesie. Do you remember the time when you were just a wee little sperm? Make this throwbackThursday so your friend’s kid can learn the trauma of how a sperm becomes a baby.

Now on to making more onesies!

Getting Ready for Mom 2.0 Summit

I am so excited, and honored, that as a Brand Ambassador for Best Buy through The Big Fat Indian Wedding, I’ll be able to attend the Mom 2.0 Summit in Scottsdale, Arizona.

This is my first (duh) conference related to parenthood and I’m eager to soak up all the great information to learn and brands to meet.

I made myself five goals to achieve while at the summit:

Meet and eventually partner with 5 (at minimum) brands that work in the newborn/baby market.
Eat outstanding food.
Get a good amount of walking in but not overdo it.
Met at least 5 mom bloggers to keep in touch with (through guest blogging, sending emails, drinking coffee, exchanging diaper stories).
Have a ton of fun because this is the last time I will fly in my life without an offspring.

Hope to see you there!

You’ve Got That Alien Feeling

Did I just see a foot stick out of my tummy?

Why yes. Yes, I did. I don’t know whether to freak out or play peek-a-boo with the little alien.

I really hope I don’t turn out to be like Ripley (who gives birth to an actual alien).

What Week Am I? Oh Look, Cookie!

I honestly don’t remember. It’s somewhere between 25-28, but I have totally forgotten what week, and trimester, I’m in. Call it major pregnancy fail.

Or Doris brain.

Because I feel a lot of that now. Might be able to finally blame pregnancy on what once was a sharp memory.

Ohh, and that cookie, where are you cookie?!

Naptime – The Most Important Time of Day

I’ve never been one for naptime, but ever since I became pregnant, I WANT naptime.

Some days, I don’t need it. Other days, I fall asleep typing at the computer and wake up to “RRTERRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”.

And when I miss naptime, I go to bed at 9PM. I’m such a baller.

The Chicken & The Egg

“My wife asked me to send our family a tasteful picture of her water birth. Apparently, this wasn’t as funny as I thought it would be.”


Actually, I thought it was pretty funny. I don’t know if I’d want to see a real photo of a water birth sent on a postcard…