Let’s get down to brass tacks…

10 Sep

… and talk about what really matters, boobs and poop.

Because, honestly, without boobs or poop, there probably wouldn’t be a blog.  Three weeks into our new life as parents of Lucas James, I knew I’d lose my mind if I didn’t have an outlet for the constant stream of thoughts — good, bad and ugly — running through my head during the endless amounts of time I was spending nursing.  I could feel the words bubbling up through my chest and my fingers itched to note them down.

And, ironically enough, two of the things that differentiate newborn Benjamin from newborn Lucas directly tie to boobs and poop.  If Benjamin had come first, there is a good chance this blog would not exist — and it certainly would not be named “Rocket Poo Baby Grins.”  Why?  Well, Ben doesn’t poop much.  Lucas was a professional pooper.  He pooped. All. The. Time.  And then when you thought he was done, he’d poop again.  He did it with flair, volume and great velocity.  Benjamin goes days without pooping — giving me great anxiety about what’s to come, because surely it could be the poopspolsion to rock the ages. When it does arrive, it usually does so with none of the fanfare his brother displayed.  He’s a tricky pooper, our new guy, but I think I prefer his tricks to the rocket fueled stream of feces that used to fill my days.

And since I just used the phrase “rocket fueled stream of feces,” why not also spend a few paragraphs talking about breast feeding.  Because honestly, if that didn’t scare you away, you’ll probably survive reading this with only a few grimaces.

Someone asked if breast feeding was easier this time around.  Since breast feeding Luke was an experience akin to walking on hot coals and then relaxing in a Guantanamo Bay torture chamber (10-12 times per day, of course), it’s easy to say things are much better this go round.  I doubt that I would have been writing blog posts in my head while gritting my teeth through the pain if Benjamin had come first.

I don’t think I’ll ever be a passionate breast feeder though.  I view it as something I should do because I can… not something that I love to do.  People talk about the bonding and the magical mother/child experience… meh.  I’ll take the snuggles and shoulder sleeping, squidgy butt for bonding… way better. The breast feeding is still painful, albeit not hot coals painful, and it is 100 percent my responsibility, a thought inherently exhausting.

So we shall see where this journey takes us… I imagine we have months of constipation and poospolsions ahead.  And I likely have months (ugh) of sore boobs and utter exhaustion to look forward to… But he is so worth it — just like his brother was before him.




2 Responses to “Let’s get down to brass tacks…”

  1. Marjorie Seamans September 10, 2013 at 9:49 am #

    Good to meet Ben on Sunday. Excellent re. “boobs & poop. Grampy

  2. Teresa September 11, 2013 at 8:41 am #

    THAT is a great picture of a loving mom and content baby 🙂

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