My poor blog is being neglected. There just aren't enough hours in the day right now. The problem is if I'm writing, something else is going by the wayside. Usually it's sleep because I tend to blog during naptime or after the kiddies are in bed. And sleep trumps most things.

Although I will say that the more children I have, the less sleep I need. Or I'm just getting used to it? There's a certain 3 year old who's sleeping patterns (if you can call them that--there's really no pattern) are LESS than desirable and have been since the day she was born. I can count on one hand how many times I've slept through the night in over 3 years. Oh well! It is what it is!

Enough about that! More about BABY! What a wonderful little guy he is. I hated really didn't like the newborn stage with either girl (they were both colicky and I thought I was going to lose my mind), but this time around I'm actually enjoying almost every minute. He's such a good baby. He's very easily contented is sleeping on a pretty normal schedule.

I could not have asked for a better baby.

I've stayed away from coffee (I'm drinking decaf) and a lot of dairy this time (I suspected a lactose sensitivity that maybe caused colic with Middlest) so I'm not sure if that is making a difference or not. But I'll take it! 

As a side note: you know you've had one (or two) colicky babies when people ask you how your new one is doing and you reply excitedly, "Great! He just wakes up every couple hours at night then goes right back to sleep!" If my former self could hear me now.

So the new guy is doing well and the girls are slowly adjusting. To me, not him. They adore their new baby brother. Too much sometimes, actually. ;) I have to remind them that the baby *may* want to breath sometimes and that they need to give him a little space. Especially Middlest. She. can't. get. enough. It's really cute actually. Most of the time.

They've had a difficult time with ME, however. Not having all of my time, that is. Especially Oldest. Which is to be expected, I know. I just didn't expect it to be so blatant. The first few weeks after we brought Littlest home were very difficult and we were having major behavioral issues, but as I'm able to spend more time with them and not lose my cool (which can be a major struggle, believe me!) they are getting better and better.

A few resources that have encouraged me are this one from Making Home (read the comments too!) and especially this one about loving your child. We've been trying to read a chapter from the book of Proverbs each morning at breakfast and I know that is helping all of us.

A few other random thoughts..

~ Like I mentioned, Littlest is such a good baby, but waking up every few hours is causing some major fogginess! I feel like I can barely finish sentences and I can't think of even the simplest words. Case in point: I was talking to a few friends last week and I couldn't remember what it's called when you learn by seeing things. The answer? VISUALLY. Der, Catie. So I apologize to those of you in real life who walk away from a conversation with me wondering what in the heck I was trying to say. So sorry. :(

~ I'm STILL so thankful to not be pregnant anymore! HA! I say it out loud at least once or twice a week. One can really take not being pregnant for granted!

~ The entire 10 seasons of The Duggars is on Netflix! I've just finished it and it's so good! I've seen it before (when we used to have cable) but it's been so great catching up on all that I've missed. I don't agree with all of their practices, but in general they're a wonderful family and a real inspiration. And it's one of the FEW shows that I can watch with the littles.

~ I really need a profile picture. I HATE the one I have right now. I really don't like the posed looks. I need to get some good candid pictures of myself. How does that happen??

~ Remember my Reading the Classics post? HA! I started Great Expectations. I started it. I haven't finished it yet. And that's as far as I've gotten, folks.

What have you been up to lately?


Birth Story #3: Littlest

Well, this has *only* taken me almost THREE MONTHS to finish. *rolling eyes at self*

Birth Story #3

I started having semi-painful contractions on Friday evening, Sept. 13th, at around 7pm-ish and they were coming fairly regularly, every 2-10 minutes. I wasn't too worried because I'd been having Braxton Hicks for most of the second and third trimester. I was hopeful though, since my due date (the 15th) was just around the corner!

When I woke up next morning the contractions were a little stronger and coming every 5-8 minutes. Mr. N had to go in to work for a few hours that morning and I told him to hurry! because I wasn't sure what would happen.

Well, he came home an hour earlier than expected so we could... wait. And wait some more. The contractions were still strong (but I could still mostly talk through them) and still coming about every 6 minutes, but that was it. All day we waited and waited. I wasn't sure it was going anywhere.

A few things happened this time around that didn't with the other two babies. The first was that I lost my mucus plug that afternoon. That was interesting. As a side note: you think by now they could come up with a better name for that? I mean, there are medical terms for everything else. Why is it called the MUCUS PLUG. Gross. I digress.

Losing the plug is something that can happen a week in advance so it didn't mean too much to me.

About 6pm I started thinking, What if I go into labor in the middle of the night? I had to call the midwife (I see a midwife at the hospital), my doula and a friend to come and watch the girls so I wanted everyone to be a little prepared and I wasn't sure what to do at that point, so I called my midwife to give her the heads up and to ask her advice.

She suggested that since contractions weren't getting any stronger, that I should just go to the hospital (35 min away) and have the nurses check to see if/how much I was dilated. Then, if I was dilated past 3cm, I could stay and if not, I could just go back home. She knew how much I wanted to labor mostly at home.

I called my doula at that time and my friend to come sit with the girls while we went to the hospital. At this point, I mostly thought we would just come back home. I had high hopes, though!

At the hospital they checked me and I was only 3cm dilated. Which most of you know, you can be dilated that much for a long time before you actually give birth. I still wasn't sure what to do, so the nurse suggested we stay for a couple of hours and if I wasn't continuing to dilate, I could just go home. She also suggested that we walk around or go get something to eat to pass the time. All I really wanted to do was rest though. So that's what I did. I laid in the uncomfortable hospital bed for a few hours while me and Mr. N watched HGTV in the hospital room. (The only thing I miss about cable!)

The nurse came back and checked me at 9pm and I was STILL only 3cm. Ugh! Frustrating! I really was tired and wanted to rest and wasn't feeling too comfortable at the hospital, so I made the decision to come back home to try and get some sleep. (Not before stopping at Culvers so Hubby could get a Butter Burger. ;) The nurses sent me home with an Ambien so I could for sure get some rest. (Note to self: If you suspect you might be going into labor in the next 12 hours, DO NOT take a sleeping pill!)

We got home and by then, my contractions were stronger (I couldn't talk through them but they were manageable), but since I was just checked I figured it would still be a while, so off to bed we went.

Thankfully my friend decided to stay the night with us instead of going home, because about 15 minutes after we got into bed the second thing happened that has never happened to me before--my water broke.

So.. we headed back to the hospital.

I have to say, I was a tiny bit surprised at how much fluid is actually in the uterus (placenta?). By the time we got to the hospital, I was DRENCHED from the waist down. Thankfully, I was sitting on a towel, had one on my lap and the seats in our van are leather! At that point, however, being wet was the least of my worries. The contractions were coming good and strong and I just wanted to get into the tub to try and manage the horrible, excruciating pain.

Mr. N wheeled me into the OB (quite fast, if I remember correctly) and they checked me and I was 4cm. I hopped into the tub and I *think* that helped with the pain. Quite honestly, though, it went so fast and with every contraction getting stronger and stronger, I'm not sure it made the difference I'd hoped it would. 

Before labor, I was DEAD SET on a non-medicated birth. But that's easy to say beforehand, isn't it? After about an hour and a half in the tub, you'd better believe I was asking for drugs. Anything to stop the pain! Oh, the pain!

Towards the end of being in the tub, the last few contractions and my screams of anguish  must've sounded different to my sweet doula, because she said to me, "That sounds like you're pushing... I don't think you should be pushing.. are you pushing?" And honestly, I didn't know. I was just along for the ride at that point. You all know what I'm talking about. If you're body starts pushing, it's near impossible to stop it. Which makes me think, have these women never been in labor?? Has anyone else been able to "stop pushing"? I'm curious..

It was then that a nurse came in and said in the most sweetest and calm voice, "Ok, I think it's time for Catie to get out of the tub now," I will always remember that. ;) (As a side note, the nurses at our hospital are WONDERFUL. Love 'em.)

I did start to feel like I needed to push so I told my midwife. Obviously, they needed to see how dilated I was first and HOORAY! I was between 8 and 9cm! Almost time to push! Apparently, my cervix wasn't cooperating very well though--one side wasn't getting out of the way. So my midwife wanted to wait a bit longer before I actually started pushing. Again.. how does anyone WAIT to push!?

After a few more mind-numbingly painful contractions on the bed, I heard the most wonderful news--Ok! You can push now!! (they might not have said it with such excitement, but that's how *I* heard it)

I should mention that despite my birth plan instructions to labor drug-free, I had convinced the staff to call the anesthesiologist and I remember a nurse coming in the room right around the time I was starting to push saying the blessed drug doctor was on her way and should she keep coming? Of course, it was too late then. Pooh. :(

I wish I could say that because this was my third baby, he was the easiest to push out. Unfortunately, it took an hour and a half to get that little big guy out. Partly because he was so big (9lbs 14oz!), partly because his head was crooked and partly because I had taken a sleeping pill 4 hours prior. (UGH! Don't do that!)

I won't go into too many details about the pushing (this post is already too long and a big Thank You to those who are still reading) but it was pretty awful. My legs were KILLING me and I was EXHAUSTED. Have I mentioned to NOT take a sleeping pill before going into labor?!

Here we are the morning after I gave birth. Oldest can be so goofy!

 Middlest with the new baby.

About half-way through pushing, I asked Mr. N to pray. I needed help! I meant for him to pray to himself for me, but that wonderful man started praying out loud. The room got silent and I think there were others praying with him. Thank you, Honey!

After Littlest finally came out, they put him on my chest. I just love that moment. It's the moment you've been waiting for for months and months. Sweet relief!

So, I got a drug-free labor after all. Hooray. Am I glad, you ask? Well, it's been almost 3 months since I gave birth to my sweet little man, and all I can say is... the JURY IS STILL OUT.

One of our wonderful nurses let the girls help give Littlest his first bath. :)

Washing his sweet little head.

 Leaving the hospital. He cried the whole way home. :)

Of course, I'm glad that my little guy didn't get any drugs. But, honestly, if I do it again, I might just get the intrathecal injection (the drugs they give you right before the epidural. they wear off pretty fast.) That's what I had with Baby #2 and it was just enough to give me a little break from the contractions so I could effectively push.

I don't know. Maybe I'd do it drug-free again. Maybe not. *shake it off*

If you had a drug-free labor, are you glad? If you've had several drug-free labors, HOW DO YOU DO IT?! I'm a wimp.


Birth Story #2: Middlest

Read my first birth story here. Here's Baby #2's (Middlest's) story:

This was, by far, my most uneventful and easiest labor and delivery to date.

I mentioned in my first birth story that I have a problem with rashes. I'm allergic to progesterone, so when I'm pregnant I get an itchy rash. (APD)

When I was about 6 weeks pregnant with Baby #2, I started to get itchy bumps on my shins. I panicked! I thought, I have 8 months to go! I can't itch for the next 8 months! I went to see my midwife and she referred me to a dermatologist and it was then that I was diagnosed with APD.

I had known something wasn't right, though, because ever since my pregnancy with Baby #1, I would get a few itchy bumps on my extremities each month at a certain time. *ahem* But finally, I had a name for it. But, like I said, I also had a LONG way to go and wasn't sure I could itch for 9 months!

I actually did end up itching for the whole pregnancy. I had a rash on my belly and upper thighs, but I was using an anti-itch cream and taking Benedryl and those were helpful in managing it. I did end up making it through to the end. ;)

This time around, I was determined to let things happen naturally. I just wanted my baby to come when she was good and ready. And thankfully, she did.

I love this picture! My friend IRL, Amy took it. :) Oldest was about 20 months here.

A few days after my due date, around 2 or 3 in the morning, I started to feel strongish contractions starting. They weren't too consistent though. I kept timing them and eventually they started coming pretty regularly, so at about 5am-ish, I woke up the Mr. and we started getting ready to go to the hospital. I called my midwife and at 6am we were headed to a friend's house to drop off Oldest.

We arrived at the hospital around 7am and the contractions kept coming and they were *pretty* strong, but in hindsight, I could have probably stayed home longer. I remember thinking during most of the morning, Hey! I'm actually not doing too bad. I definitely had to breath through each one, but they were manageable. (I didn't realize at the time that those weren't the horrible You Did This to Me! contractions.) I sat in the tub for a little while to help with the pain, but I just felt really uncomfortable and annoyed. I think if I had waited until the REAL contractions started to sit in the tub, it may have done a better job at pain relief.

It seemed like labor wasn't progressing very quickly. So at about 1pm, my midwife asked me if I wanted her to break my water to get things moving. I really didn't want my birthing experience augmented in any way, but things were going slow, and I figured breaking my water was a semi-natural way to get things going.

It was then that the Oh My This Is What Contractions Feel Like contractions started. It was also then that I decided I really couldn't do it without drugs. So I had my midwife call the anesthesiologist.

I can't remember exactly when I received the epidural, but I do know that the anesthesiologist had just left the room along with the midwife and nurses and they told me to call them when I felt the urge to push. Immediately after they left (like, they were still closing the door), I felt the urge to push and 20 minutes later, our second baby girl was born! I didn't even receive the drugs from the epidural because she came so quickly!

 Middlest, present day. 

 Stay tuned for Birth Story #3. FINALLY. He might be 2 years old before I get it posted!


Pics of the Baby and Soul Mate?

I'm not blogging as much as I would like these days. A certain someone with highly kissable cheeks, sweet breath and chubby thighs is taking a *little* bit of my time. Along with my 5 and 3 year olds, of course. But I'm ok with that.

We're all enjoying him immensely.

 Middlest is a little camera shy; hence the silly expression. ;)

I happened to stumble across this great post however, and thought it was worth sharing.

My husband is not my soul mate. Yes. I love this.

"..a husband is not only not a biblical promise, it is also not a specific element of God’s “plan for my life.” God’s plan is for us to be made more holy, more like Christ… not marry a certain person. "
"There is no biblical basis to indicate that God has one soul mate for you to find and marry. You could have a great marriage with any number of compatible people. There is no ONE PERSON for you. But once you marry someone, that person becomes your one person. "
"This is profoundly unromantic advice. We love to hear of people who “just can’t help who they love,” or people who “fall in love,” or “find the one person meant for them.”  Even within the Christian circle, we love to talk about how God “had someone” for someone else for all of time. But what happens to these people when the unstoppable and uncontrollable force that prompted them to start loving, lets them stop loving, or love someone else?"
"My marriage is not based on a set of choices over which I had no control. It is based on a daily choice to love this man, this husband that I chose out of many people that I could have chosen to love (in theory, don’t imagine that many others were lined up and knocking at the door). He is not some elusive soul mate, not some divine fulfillment, not some perfect step on the rigorously laid out but of so secret “Plan for My Life.”   (emphasis mine)

I completely agree with her and couldn't have said it better myself. Your thoughts?


Birth Story #1: Oldest

I was going to link up with Mandi at Life.. Your Way to share my birth stories. But I wasn't able to get my posts ready in time. Also, I had a baby. That slows things down a bit. Still, I thought it would be fun(?) to write out my three birth stories. I haven't recorded them yet and I don't want to forget! Without further ado..

Birth Story #1: Oldest

Oldest with our newest!

Let me start out by saying that Oldest's labor and delivery did NOT go as planned. Does it ever really, though?

When I was pregnant I read *almost* every pregnancy/birthing book I could get my swollen hands on and thought that I was as prepared as I could be. Never having gone through labor before, I knew there would be things I didn't expect, but I thought I had educated myself enough to know kind of what labor would be like.

I wanted to have a natural, drug-free birthing experience. I wanted to try alternative pain management. I wanted to give birth standing or squatting and have the option to move around. I had even watched "The Business of Being Born" and thought, YES! I can do this! (I actually watched that again recently during this most recent pregnancy and had the same feeling--I can do this!! More to come on that.)

I had this image in my mind of sitting in a tub with Enya playing in the background while I breathed evenly through each contraction. *hee hee hoooo*


Towards the end of my pregnancy I started getting a rash that changed everything. Let me correct that, I got TWO rashes that changed everything.

PUPPP and Autoimmune Progesterone Dermatitis. (notice the latter is on a website called "Rare Diseases." HA! Notice also, in the article it states that one "rarely gets it during pregnancy." (This just keeps getting more funny!) I've gotten it every time, though not as bad the third time around--thank the good Lord!

So about 6-8 weeks from my due date I started to get an itchy rash on my belly (PUPPP) that proceeded to work it's way all over my whole body. In between my fingers and toes--everywhere. Did I mention it was ITCHY?! By the last few weeks of pregnancy, I was hardly sleeping, taking 2 oatmeal baths a day, and spreading anti-itch cream all over my red, splotchy body. It was miserable. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. If I had a worst enemy.

I didn't really know it then, because I really couldn't tell the difference between one rash or the other, but I actually had both rashes at that time (PUPPP and APD) and I've had APD ever since. I *think* PUPPP set off the other one? Who knows.

So, I had gone to the doctor a few times concerning The Rash and on my due date the doctor (my midwife was on vacation!) suggested I be induced because of The Rash. Well, being induced was the LAST thing I wanted to do. Even though I was completely miserable. I really, really wanted a natural birth. As natural as possible anyway.

Four days after my due date, I called the doctor's office from the bathtub, crying, telling them I couldn't take the itching anymore and was ready to be induced. :( That was a tough phone call to make.

The next day I arrived at the hospital bright and early at 7am and they gave me Cervidil. I stayed all day until about 4pm but nothing really happened. I dilated to about 3cm but wasn't seeming to progress any farther so they sent me home and told me to call if contractions got worse.

Me, before labor started. Obviously.

We went home and I tried to rest. I remember thinking that the contractions felt really bad, but I because I had spent all day at the hospital, I didn't want to go back for no reason so I waited a while, even though my contractions had me doubled over in pain. Then at around 10 or 11pm I decided contractions were "bad enough" to warrant going back to the hospital.

Our hospital is about 35 minutes from our house, but it felt even longer. I was gripping the handle and clenching my teeth most of the way.

I don't remember too much about what happened right after we arrived. I do know that at around 3:30am (my husband tells me), I asked for an epidural. I was exhausted and the pain was just. too. much.

It wasn't until the next afternoon, that it came time to push. I pushed and pushed for 3 1/2 hours. Yes, you read that right. I was so exhausted that I would actually sleep (or pass out?) in between pushes. It was about that time that the doctor came in (my midwife was still on vaca) and asked if I would like "help getting her out?" Of course, I said YES. and YES.

I just. wanted. her. out.

I'd like to add that at this point, I was totally naked. And for some reason, thinking about the doctor walking in ready to help me push while I'm laying there in my birthday suit, is SO embarrassing! I don't know why? I typically don't get embarrassed that easily. At the time, though, I was so hot and had to have my clothes off. The nurses actually put a huge box fan in front of me, too. I wasn't embarrassed then, but thinking about it now makes me cringe.

He then asked if I would prefer suction or forceps to help to get her out? I had no idea. I was exhausted and I could barely think. I chose suction. I did not choose wisely. Note to self: DO NOT USE SUCTION. Along with ripping me apart, it ended up causing a huge hematoma on her head that didn't go away for a month! They started to suspect a skull fracture. Praise the Lord, she ended up being fine. :)

Minutes after Oldest was born.

Turns out her head was crooked in the birth canal and that's why I couldn't push her out. The doctor finally got her out at 3:40 in the afternoon(!) with the help of the suction and they whisked her away to give her oxygen because she was in the birth canal for so long. (Unbeknownst to me at the time. They don't tell you anything while it's happening, do they?)

She was 8lbs 14oz and 21 1/2in. And besides the hematoma, was as healthy as can be!

Daddy holding Oldest for the first time. 

After all of that, I finally had my baby girl! Thank God! They put her on my chest and she latched on right away. Unfortunately, breastfeeding got worse before it got better, but I ended up nursing her until she was about 16-17 months old. So all in all, it was successful!

Stay tuned for Baby #2's birth story!

If you have a birth story to share, put your link in the comments! :) 


Littlest Has Arrived!

Ahhhhhhh! It feels so good to not be pregnant anymore. Can I get an "Amen!"?

I was going to wait to post anything about Baby #3 until I had my birth story all typed up, but that's taking a little longer than anticipated.

Littlest is here! He was born on Sept 15th (his due date!) at 2:10am. Coming in at a whopping 9lbs 14oz! (I still can't believe that.) Birth story to come in case you're interested.

We are all completely and totally head over heels in love with this little guy.

He's stolen our hearts. I'm pretty sure he's going to develop callouses on his little cheeks and head from all the kisses!

A few things I didn't expect...

~ I didn't expect to need several lines of defense against The Unpredictable Urinater. *ahem*

~ I didn't expect to want to stare at him just as much as my first (and second) baby.

~ I didn't expect to not mind the late night feedings so much--just more time for cuddling.

~ I didn't expect him to fit so seamlessly into our family.

Here's to the unexpected! Thank you, Lord, for our sweet new addition.


My Pregnancy Week 39

It's funny. I don't think it's totally sunk in yet that we're having another baby. I was so sure that I didn't want anymore after the two girls and now here I am--one week from my due date with Baby #3. I've got to be honest, I'm pretty stinkin' excited. I just can't wait to meet him! What will he be like? Will he be more quiet and subdued, or will he be a little on the wilder side? What color will his hair be? Will it be curly like Daddy's? Will he be handsome or will he be rich.....

I'm so excited! eek!

I've been feeling a lot better emotionally this last week or so. It always amazes me how much hormones can have an effect on you. Seriously, I was a blubbering mess. I'm just trying to be thankful. It really helps so much when you're feeling down to look at the things you're thankful for, doesn't it?

Physically, I'm feeling suprisingly well. I don't feel nearly as BIG as I was with the other two (at the least the parts of me that aren't belly) and I'm starting to have little bursts of energy here and there. Granted, it hurts to bend over to put my pants on, but I can deal with that. ;)

I keep having a TON of contractions and they're fairly regular, too. It's good, I know. (Or may not be doing anything at all!) But it's making me VERY anxious! Every night I go to bed thinking, maybe he'll come tonight! And every morning I wake up thinking, maybe my water will break today!


I'm pretty much ready to go to the hospital. My bags are packed except for a few last minute things and I've been trying really hard to keep the house *mostly* clean and tidy. I just received my cloth diapers in the mail, too! Yay!

I keep forgetting to mention how absolutely adorable the girls are being with my being pregnant. They kiss and talk to the Baby all of the time. Middlest keeps telling me all of the things she's going to do to help--push the stroller, change his diaper, let him sleep in her bed, etc. It's so precious.

Whenever I kiss the girls goodbye or goodnight, Oldest has to kiss my belly. She's so excited to meet him. I know she'll be a great help and a great big sister. 

Oh, how sweet the girls are. I love our family and am so excited to add to it.


A Few of My Favorite {Baby} Things

It's funny how much baby paraphernalia you think you'll "need" with your first child compared to subsequent children. We lived in a TINY apartment when Oldest was born and we had so. much. stuff.

This time around, with Baby #3, I'm finding that I really don't need much. Diapers, clothes, a bed and a few other things. It got me thinking about some baby stuff that I don't really need, but is nice to have.

1. WubbaNub - Apparently, this is, like, the best pacifier EVER. Just read the reviews on Amazon. I have a friend who introduced me to the Wubbanub and her 5 month old absolutely loves hers. Apparently, because there's an animal attached to the paci, it's easier for the baby to keep it in it's mouth and find it if it gets lost.

We did not use paci's with our first two, but I did try. I didn't try too hard, though, because I thought it would interfere with breastfeeding (I'm a HUGE breastfeeding advocate!), but I really think it'll be ok and I'm determined to try harder this time to have Baby take a paci.

2. Fisher-Price Rock 'N Play Sleeper - I'm not sure who's idea it was to name this thing "Rock 'n Play", but nonetheless, I'm SUPER excited about trying this!! Again, read the reviews! Because the baby is enveloped in the bed, they're supposed to sleep better. I'll keep you posted! I'm really excited and hoping it works! (My other two were colicky and not very good sleepers in the very beginning.)

3. Lilypadz Reuseable Nursing Pads - I used these with my second baby, and I absolutely loved them. I make A LOT of milk and leak A LOT and I wore nursing pads for over a year with both girls. Lily Padz are great because they're REUSABLE, DISCREET and they actually PREVENT leaks! I highly recommend them for breastfeeding moms!

4. Soothies Gel Pads - These almost qualify as a need for me. During that first week or two, or 8, *cough* breastfeeding can be hard on your... *ahem*... breasts. The gel pads feel like HEAVEN if you're sore. Heaven, I say. I keep mine in the fridge for an extra little cooling comfort.

5. Robeez -I adore Robeez. I don't put hard-soled shoes on my babies and these are a WONDERFUL alternative. They are not cheap, though! There are some other less-expensive brands of soft-soled shoes that I've owned and I think they're all about the same. But they are my fave baby accessory. ;)

6. My Brest Friend Nursing Pillow - Again, what's with the corny name? I used a Boppy with my first two, and being a tall drink of water at 5'9", with half of that being my torso, the Boppy just didn't work that well for me. I ended up putting a pillow under it every time I used it. The My Breast Friend is very thick and very sturdy. As a bonus, it straps to you so theoretically you can nurse while walking around. But who wants to do that?

7. Nursing Tank - These are definitely not a necessity, however they are sooo nice to have. Especially for at night and if you nurse on your side. You don't have to hike up your shirt in bed. They also keep your post-pregnancy belly nicely covered while nursing in public. Love 'em.

What are your favorite baby items??