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Easy Eggs

I pulled off another pinterest success, baking soda=easy peeling!

Boiling eggs: Here’s my way…

Place eggs in the bottom of a pot. Cover with COLD water. It’s important that you start with cold. Cover eggs with h20 plus a few inches to give them room. Pour 1/2 tsp baking soda in with the water and the eggs- made for amazing peeling

once they are at a HARD boil, start the timer for 5 minutes. When that time is up, move them to a cold burner. Start the timer with another 5 minutes. Let them just sit.

When that time is up, SHOCK THEM! Set them in a bowl of ice water for 10 minutes.

Then peel! AMAZING

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My Nursing Story

When I found out that I was pregnant, I was so excited to be able to nurse! I knew it would be best for baby AND for me! It’s something only mom can give to baby. SO when it didn’t work, I was really bummed.

There were many factors as to why nursing didn’t go well.

1. I had a c-section. Women who have c-sections need a little more time to develop essential hormones that are needed for breastfeeding.

2. I had severe trauma to my body. Because my body went through so much, it took 7 days for my milk to REALLY come in enough to nurse Drake.

3. Nipple Shield. Drake WOULD NOT LATCH. We tried EVERYTHING in the hospital. The nurses helped me so much, but we all decided, TOGETHER, that I needed the shield. I would nurse him using the shield (granted nothing was coming out) and then pump to stimulate production. Eventually, my colostrum came in (on the third day) and he could get that through the shield. Just having the shield does not help production. It inhibits it. I tried every day to get him off the shield! He wasn’t having it.

4. Drake was not a great nurser. It was taking him over an hour EVEN at 7 weeks. I would get done nursing him, have 20 minutes boob-free, then get to nurse him again. It made doing ANYTHING impossible.

I tried everything- extra pumping (which made me insane), supplements, manual stimulation, EVERYTHING. Nothing seemed to help us. We were all really frustrated, lots of tears in our house.

I’m really lucky though. Drake was a great bottle-taker from day 1 and my husband could help feed him so I could pump. I was a REALLY successful pumper. (up to 6 oz at the end of my nursing career). I am also lucky that My husband was so supportive. From day 1, we had to supplement a bit. I was totally fine with that. Some babies don’t get it right away! When I finally realized that I JUST. COULDN’T. DO. IT. ANYMORE, he was amazing. He supported me through it all. I had great family support and friend support.

I stopped breastfeeding Drake at 7 weeks. I continued to pump for about 1-2 weeks. Now I’m close to dry. It was a really hard decision and I feel guilty still, but I had to do it for everyone’s sanity. It was frustrating for all parties involved and it was not helping our case.

Let me detour here. I need to quickly rant about what I see on Facebook. So many people I know, and don’t know, are CONSTANTLY posting things about how AMAZING breastfeeding is, and it’s so magical, and everyone SHOULD do it, and it’s so easy, and “I did it until my kid was 5” (bizarre), and It’s the best thing in the world and I need to promote this wonderful thing to everyone.

YES, breastfeeding was magical, and wonderful, and just what Drake needed. BUT, These ‘yotches don’t understand that IT DOES NOT COME EASY AND PERFECT FOR EVERYONE! Some women have the problem of their milk NEVER coming in. Some women can only nurse from one side. What about mastitis, what about plugged ducts. Low supply, hormonal problems.?!?!?!?!

So ladies, as much as I appreciate all of the positive, amazing breastfeeding comments I see, please PLEASE remember that some women can’t do it or can’t do it well. SO LAY OFF! EVERY DAY I see more of these e-cards, statements, comments and I feel awful. I feel like I failed. I ignore it as much as I can. I WOULD GIVE MY LEFT LEG to breastfeed perfectly. Formula is expensive. And stinky, and gross. BUT we have to do it- not to mention that I have one HELL of a spitter on my hands.

There’s my rant. There’s my story. Please be a little more sensitive to struggling nursing mamas.

I AM PINTEREST!

I experimented with a way to clean my stove. I thought to myself, well, Baking soda works for everything, so let’s try it!

I sprayed my whole stove with a small amount of “Green Clean”. I then sprinkled about a whole cup of baking soda all over the top of my stove.

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I then used a spray bottle with plain water. I soaked the stovetop to make the baking soda turn into a paste. I let it sit for about 10 minutes, sprayed it again and started to scrub. I lightly scrubbed with a washcloth. I wiped off almost all of the baking soda mixture, and left a little for deep scrubbing. I used a magic eraser, with the baking soda still on the stove, and it worked like magic. It disinfected, made it shine, and cleaned away the grub!

Happy stove cleaning.

Heart Attack Casserole

Oh my gosh. I’m almost embarrassed to post this, but we had this for dinner the other night- found on pinterest…

It would be perfect for game day.

CHILI CHEESE DOG CASSEROLE!

8 Hotdogs (or more) cut into small pieces
2 cans hormel chili, with or without beans
1/4 c cream cheese
1 c + 1/4 c shredded sharp cheddar
Tube of pizza crust (you should only need 1/2 of it)

Melt all ingredients together in micro or pan EXCEPT 1/4 c cheese and crust.

Put into a 8×8 casserole dish. Cut pizza crust to fit so it’s one layer. Top with cheese. Bake 350 until crust is done! YUM

Gyros

I made Chicken Gyros last night for dinner:

YUM!
Here’s the Recipe

Seasoning:

  • 1 1/2 teaspoons dried oregano
  • 1 teaspoon dried thyme
  • 1/2 teaspoon dried basil
  • 1/2 teaspoon dried marjoram
  • 1/2 teaspoon dried minced onion
  • 1/4 teaspoon dried minced garlic
  • Pinch Cinnamon and Nutmeg

3 LARGE chicken breasts, thawed
Rub the chicken with greek seasoning
Place on a greased baking sheet, oven set to 400, bake 10 minutes or until done.

Cucumber (2)
Tomato

Sauce:
Greek yogurt OR regular sour cream (2 cups)
Pinch of Dill
Pinch of garlic powder
One WHOLE de-seeded FINELY chopped cucumber.
Salt and Pepper to taste

Drake’s Dramatic Entrance- My birth story

On June 29, 2012, I had my final doctor’s appointment before being admitted to be induced that Sunday. Throughout my pregnancy, starting at 26 weeks, my blood pressure was just slightly elevated. I was put on a low-dose medication that worked very well. It worked up until Friday June 29… My appointment was at 8am. Ryan was to leave for MN that afternoon for his sister’s wedding. The first thing that was done at my appointment was by blood pressure. It was through the roof. My doctor came in and said, “How do you feel about having a baby today? You’re going straight to the hospital!”

We swung by home and kissed Macie goodbye. We called parents and sisters. We let everyone know that Ryan would not be at the wedding. My in-laws were already in MN, so we told them to stay. They needed to be up there. We felt just terrible that we couldn’t make the wedding, but this baby was the deciding factor. There was nothing we could have done about it.

We made it to the hospital around 10:30 am. I was immediately admitted, as they were expecting me, and got my IVs (which took MANY tries). I was given a pill in my cervix that was called Misoproxin. It is used to dilate the cervix before Pitocin. I got 2 doses of Miso and by 2 hours into my second dose, I SHOT into labor. It wasn’t a nice, easy progression. I went from 0 to intolerable in 10 minutes. I was in the tub, on the bed, swaying on my knees, bouncing on the ball, and nothing was working. I eventually was leaning on my IV pump, in so much pain. I called for an epidural. I did not want to get one, but I knew that it would help. Epidurals also help lower blood pressure, so I knew I needed one. My doctor checked me and I was only 2 cm. I was so mad that I was getting an epidural at only 2 cm. Later, we will find out why I was in so much pain.

I got the “miracle juice” and was then given a catheter and a balloon. The balloon was placed in my cervix to dilate me even more. It gets you to about 4 and then it is taken out. Luckily, I had a great placed epidural so I did not feel anything. I was then started on Pitocin and, in the middle of the night, my water was broken for me. Dr. Sample was amazing through this. She helped me so much. Who were even more amazing were the nurses. More to come…

At 8 am on Saturday, June 30, I had my parents and sister come up to the hospital. Kate came in to check me. I was at 5. This was almost 24 hours of labor. 5 cm. I was so mad. My doc was then off rotation and her co-worker came in. She said to me “You know, we will probably have to start thinking about a c-section. We can talk about it now, or we can talk about it in a few hours.” I told her I wanted time to talk it over with Ryan. So EVERYONE left the room. I looked up at my tired husband and told him that I did not want to wait any longer to meet my son. Drake needed to be there and I had prepared myself for this moment. A c-section. No big deal. My mom had 2. It would be fine.

They came back in and we told them the deal. I got prepped for surgery, packed up my room, and we were ready. I was given a drink to help with some reflux, since I had not eaten in 12 hours. It was terrible. It made me woozy. Signs of things to come. I was wheeled to the OR. Ryan waited outside as I was prepped. As soon as I started getting wheeled down the hall, I felt odd. Out of it. Bizarre. I closed my eyes and transferred myself onto the table. I was ready. Ryan was then called in to sit by my side. I was told by my 2 awesome anesthesiologists to tell them if I felt nauseous.


Right before Surgery, looking hot.

                10:16 am, Drake Ryan Lamb was born. He was born on the day of his aunt Kelly’s wedding. I saw him over the curtain, all wrinkly and gray. He had hair! And he was crying. So was I. So was Ryan. I told Ryan to go with him. Camera in hand, he took off! I told him I would be fine. I lied. I started coming in and out of consciousness. I would pass out and come to. Then I told them I was getting nauseas. I was in pain too. So much pain. I could feel EVERYTHING. I threw up all over the OR and Ryan was told to immediately leave with Drake. He was sent to recovery before I could see my son. He had to stay there, by himself, with Drake.

Drake Ryan Lamb! 6lb 6oz, 19 3/4” long!

                I could still feel pain. Not pressure, PAIN. They pumped me with so much medication. THANK GOD! I was told that I was going to be put under. I don’t recall  that, or the rest of this. My uterus stopped contracting, as it was supposed to. I started to hemorrhage and the doctor, who was amazing, was manually massaging my uterus to get it to go where it needed to go. I felt EVERYTHING. So then I was put under, which again I don’t remember.  I was intubated and everything.

I woke up after being in the OR for 2.5 hours. That’s a long time for a c-section. The whole time, my parents were sitting in the waiting room, worrying. My husband was sitting with Drake, minutes old, crying, hoping I would live. I did. I was fine, but it took an army. My doctor ended up putting a balloon in my uterus to stop the bleeding. Radiology was on call until I left the hospital, to block the arteries to my uterus. Thank god I didn’t need that surgery. The next step was to then do a complete hysterectomy. I did not need it. I would have died inside.

I woke up in recovery to the nurse stripping off my gown and putting a brand new baby on my chest. I can remember this, but not all of it. I held and kissed my baby for as long as I could. I remember demanding ice chips. My throat hut so bad from the tube. I was exhausted and I needed to see my mom. My mom, dad, and sister were able to come back, one at a time. They were already told what had happened. I was given the low-down by the nurses. My BP was still 200+/180 something. Horrible. Once my BP was more stable, I could go to my room. On Morphine, I had no idea what was going on. I was so tired and so drugged that I did not get to see my baby’s first bath. My sister videotaped it. I was awake, but not coherent enough to participate. This time was such a blur, I can’t remember a lot of it.

Recovery Room. First time I got to hold my baby!

I was bed-ridden with a pee and blood bag for 3 days. On the 4th day in the hospital, they started taking fluid out of the balloon. Little by little, we all held our breath, praying that I didn’t start to bleed. I NEEDED A SHOWER! When all but 50cc were empty from my balloon, I was told I could take a shower. I had friends visiting, but I couldn’t wait! They told me the balloon could fall out when I stood. It did. When I sat on the toilet after my shower, it fell out. We had to have a nurse come to help me stand for 2 minutes to ensure that I was done hemorrhaging. Thank goodness I was. I could walk (hardly) and be free to get out of bed! It was amazing.

In the days to follow, I recovered rather quickly for what my body went through. It was so hard to sit up to nurse him, get out of bed, shower, etc. But I powered through it. I am proud of myself.

    

There is so much more to the story, but it gets graphic and gross. I’ll spare you. To sum this up, it was a terrifying, hard, amazing journey to get my Drake here. He was NEVER in distress through the whole process, he was a trooper. He is SO worth it and I’d do ALL of it over again. I sit here tearing up, staring at my smiling little boy. I am so lucky. I know it was so hard on everyone around me, and the 6-day hospital stay wasn’t great, but hey- I didn’t have to cook or clean! So that’s my birth story. Scary. Amazing. Worth it.

A Message From Drake

I set D’s feet on the keyboard. This is what he had to say:

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Then he pooped himself.