Nursing cover tutorial

This is easily the most simple thing you'll ever sew. Even if you don't know how to sew, if you can get your hands on a machine, you can do this.

I have a similar nursing cover that costs $32 and is sewn sloppily. This will cost you a couple of dollars. And, uh, I must say that mine is done much more nicely.



You'll need:
1 yard of fabric
15" long piece of boning
two D-rings

I usually prefer things lined, but in this case, I wanted something lightweight. That's because my poor baby can get awfully sweaty and warm under a cover. I want this to be lightweight and breathable.

This cover utilizes boning to keep the top popped away from your chest slightly. This is a major help in allowing you to see and position baby. I'm making this one to use while pumping at work.


First, you need a 25"x35" rectangle. It is wider than it is tall, so if your fabric is directional, like mine, then keep that in mind.



You also need two pieces for the straps, along with two D-rings for the buckle. The strap pieces measure 4"x25" and 4"x7".



Finish the sides of your cover by folding over 1/4" and pressing. Then fold over another 1/4" and sew.





Finish the bottom by doing the same, but with 1/2" folds.


Make the straps. On the long strap, fold over one edge about 1/4" and press.



Then fold the whole strap in half lengthwise and press.



Open it up and press each raw edge toward the middle, all the way down.



Now, fold it back in half where you first pressed it. Your raw edges are encased.



Sew along the open edge.



Then top stitch on the other edge, for prettiness.



Make the other strap (the short one) in the same manner, except don't worry about folding over one short end (the first step).
After sewing, thread the strap through the D-rings and place raw ends together. Sew close to D-rings to secure them.



Start making your casing for the boning at the top by folding over a large hem of about 1", then another 1". Press.
Measure 7" from either edge of the cover and mark. This is your strap placement. Stick the raw edge of each strap under the folded hem so that the straps are on the wrong side of the fabric, pointing down.
Insert the boning in the casing between the straps. Pin and then sew all the way across. Make sure the boning curves such that the nursing cover will push away from your chest.





After sewing across, turn your straps upward and sew close to the edge to secure them in that position.



Then thread long strap through buckle. You're finished!

11 weeks old

Anybody out there?

Hello ... hello ... hello ... hello ...

I haven't posted in a long time, so I'm sure nobody even visits this blog anymore! I've been so busy with my son, who is already 10 weeks old!!, that I haven't thought much of blogging.



I can't believe how much time it takes to care for a baby. My son was not colicky, but he was quite fussy nonetheless. It took me two long months to realize that he needed some sort of structure to his day. After reading "The Baby Whisperer," I decided it was high time to put him on an "eat, play, sleep" schedule throughout the day. I guess it seems pretty no-duh to a lot of people, but it took me a while.



The thing is, he was exhausted but never napped. I guess I kind of figured if he was tired, he'd go to sleep. What else does he have to do? But, no, not really. So we've been working on getting him to nap (in his crib, no less) and it's going OK. Today he's done two of his three naps without too much argument. The later in the day it gets, the harder it is to get him down for a nap, and he gets awfully grumpy in the evenings.



On the plus side, he is sleeping through the night. And I do mean through the night. Not that 6-hour crap they call sleeping through the night. Lately, he often goes from 8 p.m. to 6:30 or 7 a.m. without waking. There were a few nights in there where he got me up at 2:30, but it seems he was having a growth spurt then.



As the weeks pass, things get easier. It definitely got better when he could start being entertained by things, and therefore could spend some time on a play mat or sit in his bouncer and watch me do things in the kitchen. Once that was possible, a lot less screaming took place and I could get more done. I can also get more done now that he naps regularly.



I hung in there with the breast-feeding, and that's going great. It gets so much easier as time goes on, and I'm so glad I didn't give up. I am not too rigid about it. I'm not one of those people who refuse to give my child formula ever. Sometimes if I'm out and about, he gets a bottle of formula. Sometimes a bottle of breast milk. Whatev.



I'm starting back to work in 10 days. I can't believe my three months are almost up. I will hate to leave him for that many hours, even though he'll be with either his father or grandparents. The thing that makes me really sad is that he'll go to bed at 8 p.m. and I won't get home until hours later, so once I leave him for the day, I won't see him until he wakes me up the next morning. I can't even hug him when I get home! That is, I won't hug him. I most surely won't be waking him up!



p.s. when they learn to smile, nothing beats that!!!

Look at us! Look at us!

What's that? You want to see lots and lots of pictures of my family? You're in luck!

I wanted our wedding photographer shoot some pics of Brock, but we found ourselves in a budget crunch. Mark then pointed out that since we work at a newspaper, we know plenty of photographers. One of them, a new father himself, offered to take some newborn pics for a very good price.

At the time, Brock was being a bit of a pill. He was either sleeping or screaming the whole time. So we were pretty surprised when we actually got some good ones.

Here are some of them:


















Brock loves practicing holding his head up and looking around. He's getting pretty good at it, even at a month old.
He also likes tummy time and pushing off with his legs. If you put him on his belly and put your hands on his feet, he'll push off and scoot himself around. He gets pretty excited about it. He also practices walking when Mark holds him in a standing position. Pretty funny how badly they want to move around even at a few weeks old!

Brocky boy

So ... motherhood. It's keeping me busy. Really busy.



I have had no shortage of moments where I have felt inferior or unqualified. But I think that's normal. Right?

The first 10 days or so were just awful. Worse than I expected. Although I had no physical problems breast-feeding -- it actually went surprisingly well for us -- the fact that I was the only one feeding him, and had to do so every two hours around the clock, was killing me.



You see, it's normal for babies to lose a little weight right after birth, due to fluid loss. But lots of babies get jaundiced and lose too much. That happened to Brock. When he was 3 days old, we were ordered to supplement his diet with formula. That's because my milk still hadn't come in, which is normal. I was told to pump frequently in order to get the milk going, breast-feed him the colostrum that I had at the time and supplement with formula. I didn't know that lots of babies have this issue. I thought he was going to die and I cried all day. I was exhausted from spending half an hour breast-feeding, 10 minutes supplementing and 15 minutes pumping out of each two-hour period. Whenever I'd finally finish, it was nearly time to feed him again. And one of the side effects of jaundice is that they are sleepy and don't want to wake up and eat. But to clear out the jaundice, they need to eat a lot and poop and pee a lot. So, you see, it's a vicious cycle. I was terribly stressed out about getting him to eat a lot, but he simply didn't want to eat that often.



That night, Mark's friend's wife came over. She's a lactation consultant and she was helping me make sure that I was feeding right. I think she knew I was a distraught, postpartum mother, and felt sorry for me. Brock was latching on well and my milk was starting to arrive. She urged me to take him to the lactation center at the hospital I gave birth at so that they could check his weight before and after a feeding and see how much he was getting.



The next day I called them and they seemed annoyed by me because my milk shouldn't necessarily be in anyway. But, again, a tearful, terrified postpartum mom can melt hearts, apparently, so she told me if I got there in an hour, I could have his weight checked, but that she had an appointment and couldn't do more than that. She was booked all day.



I rushed across town. On the way out the door, I realized I'd never learned how to collapse the stroller. I had no time to figure it out and Mark and I were in a panic. I knew if I was late, I was out of luck. We finally figured it out and loaded it up. I was going to the hospital and there was no way I could carry the car seat that far. When I got the stroller out, one wheel was twisted and locked, and I didn't know what I was doing so I had a hell of a time pushing that darn thing into the hospital. Then someone helped me figure it out. What a loser.



First thing, Brock was weighed, and he'd gained 3 ounces in a day! So that was a relief. And her appointment never showed, so I got to do a whole feeding/lactation consultation. One thing that having a baby stripped me of was my modesty. I don't know how many people have seen my boobs lately. Brock was a champion feeder, and may I say pooper/farter, too, and I was very pleased with the consultation.



That was Friday, and by Monday's doctor's appointment, he was nice and fat. The doctor told me to relax a little, and now that my milk was flowing, I decided to let Brock decide when he was hungry, more or less. That has made my life much better, and he has definitely porked up nicely.



But the hardest part of breast-feeding was just having to do it so often and being the only one who can, so I was sort of falling apart for lack of sleep. One night, Mark insisted that he feed him formula for a late-night feeding and that I sleep for a bit. I got six hours of sleep in a row! And that changed my life. That became our new routine. I feed him around 10 p.m. and then go to bed, and Mark feeds him the next one around 1 a.m. and then goes to bed. I take over from there. It really helps. And once my milk got going, I was able to have enough pumped for most of his bottle feedings. He's been great about changing from breast milk to formula and breast to bottle.





I'm now thinking about weaning him to formula, but I don't think I'm quite ready. There were times I wanted to give up, but I know it's best for him to have my milk. There are really pluses and minuses to each, but most of the pluses for formula are about my convenience. Selfish me. But for now, I'm just making sure he stays familiar with formula with a feeding here and there, and then I guess when I'm ready I'll start cutting out a feeding here and there until my milk supply drops. I wish I could say I am one of those moms who will breast-feed for a year, but I don't think I am. I like the bonding of the whole thing, but then again, when he bottle feeds, he looks at my face and interacts with me more. And I love that, too. So we'll see how long I can keep it up.

Breast-feeding pros: better for baby; he gets sick less; always fresh and convenient and free!; less air taken in, so happier baby

Breast-feeding cons: harder to get away for any period of time; takes a lot longer than bottle feeding, like 1/2 hour vs. 7 minutes; always worrying about timing feeds and/or pumping; I'd really like my smaller boobs back and to stop leaking. I can't fit in a lot of my old shirts.

Formula pros: stays full longer, so fewer feedings. That's nice at night!; don't have to worry about feeding in public; easy to prepare.

Formula cons: not as good for baby as breast milk; needs sanitized water; takes a few minutes to prepare a bottle (same with expressed breast milk, though), which seems like forever when a baby is screaming bloody murder.



He's growing like crazy and already has outgrown lots of his outfits. And he's quite a character, making lots of silly faces. He looks just like his dad at first glance, but I see my cheek dimples, nose indentions and lips on him. But he and dad even share mannerisms, which is bizarre.

By the way, sometimes we think he resembles E.T. I wonder if it's because during labor Mark and I had this E.T. phone home moment:


(and no, I'm not one of those women who look good in their labor/post-labor pictures.)