Snot sucking

One of the joys of becoming a parent is having the absolute pleasure of sucking snot out of your baby’s nose. In today’s modern age, there are tools that have been built to make this process very simple and easy. But, if you do not have a snot sucker from a mainstream brand like Frida Baby, you can certainly create a makeshift snot sucker by using a straw that is skinny enough. Just make sure that the diameter of the straw will fit your baby’s tiny little nostrils, otherwise it may not work as well, or it may irritate your baby’s delicate nose.

While holding my baby this morning and admiring her beautiful and cute little face, I suddenly noticed that she had a booger stuck in one of her nostrils. And I remembered that we had a snot sucker that was part of a baby care kit that we received as a gift from our baby registry.

 So of course, I got excited to use one of the little baby tools that we were gifted, and I immediately pulled it out. I put the different pieces together, and I laid my baby down on a mat on our bed and proceeded to suck the snot out of her nose with my mouth. Initially, she did not seem to mind. She kind of just closed her eyes and grimaced a little. But gradually, she realized that this was uncomfortable, and she started pulling away and moving her face from me, and also started crying a little. Luckily, the booger was closer to the front of her nostril, so it did not take too much time to dislodge. And, I am not going to lie: I got a bit of satisfaction in doing this, knowing that I was clearing the nasal passages of my baby and making it easier for her to breathe. I am her mother, and I was taking care of her. I was accomplishing a parental duty.

Chris kind of rolled his eyes at me and laughed, saying that I am “always picking,” so of course, I would enjoy doing such an activity on our child. That is just some thing that you would like doing, he said. And well, I guess it is true: I enjoy knowing that I am helping our baby be more comfortable and snot free. I also enjoy seeing my work completed… As in, the snot removed from her nose and now visibly in the tube. I mean, what mother would not want this?

Crying as the only form of communication

Human babies have one way to communicate, and that is by crying. Human babies are obviously not born being able to speak, so the only way they can communicate that they need something is by crying. This can mean that they are hungry, they have a dirty diaper that needs changing, something has disturbed them, such as a sudden sound or gust of wind, or they may be too hot or too cold. So when you think about this, it makes sense that babies crying is just a normal and expected thing.

When we first brought our baby home, I was surprised because her cry really was not that loud. But, as the weeks have passed and of course our baby has gotten bigger and grown older, her cry has also gotten stronger and louder. She has cries that mean different things that we have learned to interpret: she has a cry for hunger another cry for attention, and what Chris calls a fake hunger cry, which means that she is not really hungry but just wants to pacify on a nipple. That could mean a bottle nipple or my own nipple, but nevertheless she wants to have her mouth on a nipple to soothe herself.

Often times when people complain about having a baby, they talk about how frustrating it is when babies cry. But when you are a parent, crying is just a normal sound in the same way that sirens in New York City are a normal thing that you hear while you live here. So Chris was talking about this the other day, and he said that crying doesn’t really bother or disturb him anymore, that it’s just another sound in the background for him. And I would tend to agree… Except when it’s in the middle of the night and your baby is hungry but she needs a diaper change first, and you just want to go back to sleep. In those moments, the crying pierces my ears and almost feels deafening. And it’s funny that I am even saying this because I know based on what our night nurse has said that our baby is very easy compared to most babies. So while I am grateful for this, sometimes the screaming really can be frustrating. I am just so thankful that our baby is not colicky because I have no idea how I would ever be able to manage that and still remain sane.

“Disability” Payments

One of the fun parts of becoming a parent who works in the United States is that you get to finally realize, if you did not know already, that having a child, or in my case, giving birth to a child, is considered a “disability.“ pregnancy is considered a disability status in this country, and for that, most private employers will partner with a third-party to provide short term disability payments to you while you are on family leave. That would be paid at a certain percentage of your salary, and in my case, I am lucky because my employer will top up whatever the payments are to add up to 100% of my normal salary. Some employers are cheap and they will not top up at all, and instead, you will rely on whatever percentage that third-party will give you. I believe sometimes it can be 50% or 2/3 of your usual salary. In my case, the third party is paying 2/3 of my salary to me.

I am not sure if I should be insulted to hear that pregnancy and or giving birth to a child is considered a disability in this country. If anything, it says a lot about how this country views childbirth. It is something that is not looked well upon and instead is looked at as something that actually “disables“ you. It hinders you from doing things. It prevents you from doing your usual job at regular capacity. You are no longer a functioning normal person in society. And that is absolutely just stupid. Because if any of us have any awareness of what it is like to be a parent, especially a mother, you will know  that being a parent very likely maximize is your ability to multitask, think creatively, and be able to actually get shit done. And that is not necessarily by choice. Parents are forced to do all of the above because they have no other option to function and survive.

“Baby bonding leave”

I am not quite sure why officially, modern companies of today call maternity and paternity leave “baby bonding leave.” It seems like it is a way for companies to make it sound like welcoming a child into your family is just all fun, games, smiles, coos. What it actually is that they do not want to acknowledge is a full-time job that is actually beyond a “full-time” job that we tend to think about, as in, a 40 to 50+ hour work week. Being a parent, especially to a newborn child, is a full-time job in its truest sense, as in a 24–7 job, with no breaks unless you have hired help or family nearby or a loving partner who believes in an egalitarian  parenting style and division of responsibilities. What family leave at companies should be called is “keep your baby alive and make sure she is growing adequately, or else.“ Because that is really what the first few months of life is like for a newborn child. Those are the responsibilities of the parents: to make sure that their child is eating enough to grow and that she does not die.

That sounds a little bit daunting and bleak, but that is actually true. For the first number of precious weeks of your child’s life, she is not going to be able to see beyond 8 to 10 inches away, and when she is able to “see,” she can only see outlines and blurry images. She is not going to be able to see your face full on. She is not going to be able to register different colors from the others. She will though, be able to differentiate different voices. Eventually, she will be able to see your face and see different colors and register different shapes, but that is not immediately. She is going to rely 100% on you for literally everything: food, shelter, changing her diapers and ensuring she is not soiled. She will even need you to hold up her head because her head will be too heavy for her to hold up with her weak neck that needs support for at least the first 2 to 3 months of her life. It makes you wonder how evolution made human babies so useless and helpless, especially when you compare them to other animals in the animal kingdom, some of whom are able to stand or even walk on their own immediately after exiting their mothers’ womb.

I just think it’s funny and a bit of an insult that baby bonding leave is called what it is called. We should all just be a little bit more honest and blunt and call it what it really is. It’s exhausting to sugarcoat reality.

The hardest job there is

If you told me during my pregnancy that I would have to do a triple feed program on my baby, a) I would have had zero idea what you were referring to, and b) I’d probably respond with something ignorant like, “but I’m planning to breastfeed!” I didn’t realize that “combo feeding,” or breastfeeding *and* formula feeding, was a thing; I just thought you chose one path or the other. I had no idea that “exclusive pumpers” or moms who pump milk and feed it to their babies via a bottle was a thing. I always just thought people pumped milk for their babies when they could not physically be there (as in, they’re going back to work). I didn’t know that “breastfeeding” referred to both nursing *as well as* bottle feeding breast milk. I really didn’t know much about any of this stuff at all despite having taken an online breastfeeding course from a reputable source, as well as reading endless articles and blogs on breastfeeding. I thought “latch” was the key to ensuring breastfeeding success; I had no idea what poor milk transfer meant. I had no idea that inadequate milk removal, either via a baby’s sucking or a breast pump, could torpedo your milk supply, nor did I fully understand the “supply and demand” process that a new mom’s milk supply would be determined by.

I really didn’t understand any of this, and I’m scrambling to read and learn more about it all now, which may be too late to recover my milk supply. I have no idea. But I guess that’s what it means to be a mom: always doubting yourself, always feeling like you’re failing or that you are inadequate, always feeling like you can do more. There are social media memes for pumping moms, saying that you shouldn’t measure your love in ounces (of milk), but somehow, that’s how I’m feeling about myself and my crappy output via this breast pump I feel like I am a slave to.

The job of a mother never ends; it doesn’t end when you shut down your computer for the day or close out Slack or put your phone on silent. It literally goes on 24 hours a day with no break. It feels like the little “me” time I have is in the shower, massaging or stretching my arms and hands, and even looking out the window to take deep breaths and remind myself that I’m doing the best job I can despite the little sleep I am getting. I hate pumping, but pumping is the only way I can ensure my baby gets breast milk, so the pumping journey continues.

postpartum care package from San Francisco

A few days after giving birth to Kaia, my aunt messaged to say that she was putting together a care package of dried ingredients to send to me. This was so that I could make the ji jiu tang, or chicken wine soup that is a well known and popular Chinese postpartum soup. She said that I likely didn’t have time to go down to Chinatown to buy all the ingredients, so she wanted to save me some time and effort and send them over. She obviously could not send over the chicken or the Chinese rice wine, but she sent all the dried ingredients: dried shiitake mushrooms, wood ear mushrooms, lily buds, and Chinese red dates. In addition to these, she also sent some chocolate, a random bag of dried lentils (that my mom apparently asked her to pack me… don’t ask), and a carefully double bagged ziplock bag of thinly sliced ginger soaked in Chinese sweet black vinegar. She messaged and called several times to let me know how sorry she was that she couldn’t be here in person to make this as well as other Chinese postpartum dishes for me, but she hoped that I could make the soup myself with the ingredients she sent. “Don’t forget the ginger!” she said. Ginger, if you didn’t already know, is in pretty much EVERY Chinese postpartum dish. The black vinegar-soaked ginger is in place of the Chinese black vinegar/pork knuckle soup that is a well known Cantonese postpartum dish that moms or grandmas will make for their female family members after giving birth. She told me to eat a few pieces of the soaked ginger each day to help my body recover.

Other than the chicken, the only thing I needed to run out and buy was rice wine, so I went to a local wine shop to pick some up. Unfortunately, they didn’t have Chinese wine and only had Japanese rice wine, so I got a bottle of that (after texting my aunt to confirm this wouldn’t change the flavor or essence), soaked all the dried ingredients to rehydrate them, and dumped them into my Dutch oven to prepare. She was right: it really was easy to prepare and didn’t need too much precision. And when the soup was simmering over the stove, a very familiar savory, warming scent wafted through the apartment, and I realized that I’d had this soup many times growing up. When I took a taste of it, it was like I was immediately transported home into my grandma’s kitchen: she made some of the most delicious Chinese soups, many of which required hours and hours of simmering chicken and pork bones down to nothing. I immediately felt comforted and knew I would enjoy every spoonful of this. Chris enjoyed the soup, as well.

In my family, food is basically a love language, but I suppose that’s like most Asian families. Most of the time, they won’t tell you that they love you or care about you, but you know they care about you when they ask if you’ve eaten (then constantly add food to your plate until you are stuffed to the brim), and when they remember your favorite foods and ensure you have them when you come over to their home (or order them when out at a restaurant). You also know they love you when they prepare delicious, nourishing soups like this one for you, or when they so painstakingly soak hand cut and peeled ginger for hours for you and have it Priority-Mail shipped to get to you ASAP after giving birth, or when they insist that you have this soup for yourself and apologize endlessly for not being there in person to nourish you themselves in your delicate postpartum state. I felt so loved when I received the care package from my aunt, and I made sure to send her photos to get her seal of approval once I finished making the soup, as well.

“Smart girl!” she texted me back. “The soup looks very good! Now I’m going to make a big pot of it to eat, too!”

The blame game with milk supply and demand

After five days of the triple feed program, we went back to the doctor’s office for the RN/lactation consultant to check the baby’s weight to see that it was working, and the good news was that it was working; she was finally gaining weight and getting on track. So the RN suggested we continue the triple feed until her one month appointment on January 10th, much to my disgust and exhaustion. We also did a weighted feed to see how much milk was being transferred when she breast fed for 10 minutes on each breast and found that she only transferred 1 ounce. So, the good news is she IS getting milk from my breasts; the bad news is that it’s not enough for her to be exclusively breast fed. This crushed me, as this was my hope and goal.

The RN observed part of the feed and just came to the conclusion that I was the problem because I probably had low milk supply, which kind of pissed me off and immediately sparked my desire to get a second or third opinion. Both my experiences with international board certified lactation consultants (IBCLCs) in person at the hospital and here at the pediatrician’s office felt terrible; I was not being given the full lactation consultant experience and instead I was getting blamed without the full picture. At the hospital, all the LC did was listen for a swallow and check latch. Here, she didn’t give me the full hour I was supposed to be given despite charging my health insurance $275 for the stupid visit. She didn’t bother asking me about my pump settings or flange fit; she never discussed anything about me, which is supposed to be the focus of an LC visit.

I spoke with two other lactation consultants about her conclusion, and they both thought it was flawed: since milk supply is all about supply and demand, if the demand is not there, meaning the milk removal is not effectively happening by an efficiently feeding baby, then my body doesn’t get the signal to make more milk because I am not properly being emptied. So it’s a bit of a chicken and egg situation, but having an inefficiently eating baby makes the supply worse. And though she suggested that I take supplements like fenugreek and I will try it, I realized after chatting with these other LCs that the only way I was going to ensure my baby would get breast milk and that my supply would continue and/or go up is if I continued to pump milk. I may just need to increase my pumping and even attempt to be one of those “exclusive pumpers,” or EPs, even if I am an under supplier due to nearly three weeks of inefficient and poor milk transfer. I would still attempt to nurse, but the main way Kaia will get my breast milk is via a bottle of pumped milk. I just need to find ways to increase my milk supply, whether that is via power pumping or some other ways to further stimulate my nipples.

I would never have imagined I’d become a 7-8-time-per-day pumper, or wannabe exclusive pumper. But I did not choose this path for myself; it chose me. I still wish I had a proper IBCLC experience, and the closest I got to that was the Cleo IBCLC I spoke with, who was unfortunately virtual only. But she actually made me feel seen and heard, and she even called me a couple times when I was getting anxious and about to have a breastfeeding melt down. I never thought that my breastfeeding journey could feel so lonely and isolating, not to mention make me feel so inadequate as a mother. I’m trying my best, but my best is not enough to fully 100 percent nourish my own baby, and it just hurts.

Unanticipated postpartum pain

It’s been almost three weeks since I gave birth to Kaia and came home with her. In that time, while I was anticipating postpartum pain such as uterus contractions during breastfeeding, difficulties peeing and pooping given my postpartum pelvic floor, and related vaginal burning and itching given the stitches I got, one thing I was not actively thinking about was the re-emergence of my carpal/cubital tunnel pain, or pain in my thumbs.

It makes sense that your ulnar nerve via your cubital tunnel and your median nerve via your carpal tunnel would be aggravated with a newborn at home: You will always be picking up and putting down and holding your baby, and you need those nerves to do those actions. In addition, if you are hand expressing breast milk, as I do in preparation for pumping milk with my breast pump, you may end up with sore thumbs at the base of your palm from that repetitive motion. So any constant, repetitive motion using any nerve or limb will inevitably act up as a result, especially if you are like me and had previously battled carpal/cubital tunnel problems. I actually had my carpal/cubital tunnel pain under control since March/April 2020, so right around the time of the embryo transfer. I achieved that via doing more voice-to-text, getting a more ergonomic setup for my work station, and resting and icing my hands/elbows more. But towards the end of pregnancy, I realized the pain was coming back again, likely due to pregnancy hormones (pregnancy carpal tunnel is really a thing, and for many women, it lasts even past their 4th trimester!). And now with the demands of caring for Kaia, the pain and burning are flaring up again, whether it’s from cradling her, bottle feeding her, or doing breast compressions during pumping and hand expression. I have less time to ice and pretty much no time to rest at all. I try to ice sometimes while I pump. When I am not caring for her or pumping, I am cleaning things up or cooking because I refuse to eat all delivery/takeout food, nor do I want nasty living spaces.

Chris suggested I look into a better PT or medical help than last time, but I honestly don’t think it will help: the number 1 thing you need with issues like this is REST. And that’s pretty much impossible. They also tell you to stop doing the activities that aggravate it, but that’s also unrealistic: what, I’m not supposed to care for my baby or pump milk for her…?!

Poops and pees

Oftentimes when people who have never been parents think about the dreads of having a baby, they immediately think of how gross and unpleasant it would be to do diaper changes. While initially it does sound pleasant and obviously messy, when you do become a parent, you quickly realize that diaper changes are just an everyday reality of well, being a parent to an infant, and that it’s just a practical obvious thing that just needs to get done. In addition to that, sometimes, especially when your baby’s poops and pees are lagging, as a parent you can get very excited to finally see that long awaited poop or pee diaper.

To track growth and how much a baby is consuming, assuming they are not exclusively formula fed, if they are breast fed, the only way to fully understand (or as close as possible) what they are consuming is to see their “output,” in other words, their poops and pees. Your baby’s pediatrician will always ask the same questions at the beginning of every visit: are they formula or breast fed? If combo fed, what is the approximate ratio of formula to breast milk? What number of poop and pee diapers have we seen on average?

Breast milk diapers will have lots of pee, and the poop will always be a mustard-seedy texture and color. Funnily enough, breast fed baby diapers don’t have a very strong odor, either. I still remember when we saw Kaia’s first poopy diaper post meconium and how excited I was to see that it was mustard seedy, meaning that in fact, my milk HAD come in and she was actually consuming milk through my breasts. In subsequent diaper changes, when she has been backed up and constipated, I have gotten excited and well, even admired her poopy diapers when they finally came… after 2-3 days of waiting. Chris thought this was so weird that he told our night nurse about this, who found this all at once cute, funny, and strange.

So, want to track your baby’s progress outside of using a scale? Keep a log of their poops and pees. Everyone will expect you to do this.

Hands-free bra for hands-on pumping…? Come again?

I was gifted two pumping/nursing bras off the baby registry that I really didn’t think I’d be using until I went back to work, which is when I was hoping to use my breast pump regularly. I certainly didn’t imagine having to use my breast pump as soon as I left the hospital, so alas, I’ve been getting acquainted with my Spectra S1 pump settings and the two different pumping bras I have.

The Spectra S1 is considered a hospital-grade breast pump, with the addition of a battery, which means I do not have to be stuck to a wall or outlet every time I pump (health insurance doesn’t think you should be mobile while you pump, though, and so I had to pay a $75 co-pay just for the addition of the stupid battery). However, while it’s a very popular and respected breast pump, it’s basically a mini bowling ball in that it’s round and you really need to be careful when walking around with it. I have managed to make oatmeal, measure ingredients and formula, cut fruit and vegetables, and even brush my teeth with it hooked up. But you really need to be SUPER careful that you don’t knock it over or even worse, spill all your milk, which is literally like liquid gold. My night nurse told me that there’s a big black market for breast milk, and on average, people are charging $18 per oz (30 ml) for breast milk!!

Despite having a hands-free pumping bra and using it while pumping, it’s kind of ridiculous to think that a best practice of pumping is to actually be “hands on” — so to do breast compressions while you are actually using the breast pump to pump milk. Multiple studies have been done about this that have shown that doing breast compressions while pumping (meaning squeezing/pushing on your breasts) will increase your output and ensure that you are actually draining your breasts properly, which then signals to your body to make more milk and will also prevent clogged ducts. And logically, this makes sense: during nursing, a baby is not only sucking the milk out, but she’s gently compressing your breasts to push the milk out, as well. Even the most sophisticated breast pump is only capable of the sucking part of that combination, sadly. So, the only way to do this is with a hands-free pumping bra so that you don’t need to hold the flanges in place where your nipples are. But.. if you think about it, doesn’t that seem counterintuitive: I got a hands-free pumping bra so that I can.. do HANDS ON breast compressions?? You see all these ads for pumping bras showing women at their computers typing away or reading a book leisurely while a machine pumps out their milk, but if you are actually draining effectively, that’s not really how the picture should look.

You would think that at this point in time, we would have come up with better solutions or technology for this, and that there would be more science than art around nursing and breastfeeding. What a journey, and I’m only at the beginning of it…