Rescuers, Train Wrecks and a Happy Spider

One of the most rewarding experiences as a mom and as a creative with a vivid imagination, has been witnessing the way toddler B's imagination takes over. As a kid, I would've much rather played outside as a fairy or witch or power ranger than watch tv or play video games. B seems to be following suit, pretending the day away and making up elaborate storylines and characters to go with it. It's been one of my favorite parts of being on maternity leave; watching as he creates his own world within our playroom. One moment he's a firefighter spraying out the blaze on the sofa, the next he's towing away wreckage from a train crash on his train table, or selling me vegetables in his grocery store.

He even has an imaginary friend. It's an ironic one for a 3-year-old whose father has a bit of arachnophobia. B's friend "Happy Spider" has been a part of our household for several months. It's a small black spider, about the size of his hand. He joins us for meals, drives B's toy cars around, rides with him on his bike, and takes naps when baby bro has to sleep. When he first arrived, I thought he slept with B, so I offered to tuck him in. B looked at me like I was crazy and replied "he's at home in his cave." I've since learned happy spider has a family of his own, but they haven't been to our house. (Thank God, because I don't know if we can take any more spiders, real or imaginary)

Sometimes Happy Spider even makes an appearance around friends who are non-imaginary. This week at the playground, B was playing with some new friends and I overheard him tell them that happy spider was coming too. I couldn't help but notice it was Happy Spider who was afraid to climb all the way to the second level of the playground, not Toddler B. It reminds me of Big Bird and Snuffleupagus. I just hope this figment of B's imagination stays imaginary!

Complications

First, I'd like to clarify, I'm very lucky. When it comes to breastfeeding, both of my boys latched right away, drank like they're on the sidelines of an NFL game, and I haven't had to supplement so far with Baby Bro, never had to in the year I nursed Toddler B. But anyone whose done it knows- breastfeeding is hard. Even for those for which it comes easy- it's hard.

It's a team sport where baby and momma work together in a game set by instinct and biology. For baby it means putting in demand for milk production before growth spurts and working hard to learn a brand new digestive system. For mom it's eating healthy, eating enough, and drinking water like never before. Here in the desert, I get to double down on that last one. Which is why when I got food poisoning after five successful weeks of nursing, I got hit hard. A nursing baby is draining a moms fluid. When mom can't even keep down water, that's a big problem.

After 12 hours without being able to keep anything down, and losing nearly 5lbs, we made the decision to go to the ER so I could replenish some fluid and continue my breastfeeding journey. Ironically, after all that preparation and pain management to have a successfully needle-free labor and delivery; here I was hooked up to an I.V. With some anti-nausea meds and rehydration, everything went back to normal. Including my hungry baby boy.

At 8 weeks, baby is growing so quickly! He likes: being outside, his brother, smiling at mommy, listening to songs, playing with daddy, the octopus toy on his play mat, his cousins, and so much more!

He dislikes: tummy time, but he quickly solved that issue by learning to roll over!