2 Months with the Snoo

When I first heard about Happiest Baby’s Snoo I thought to myself “there is no way a bassinet is worth that much money!” $1,295.00 to be exact. But I’m here to tell you that it honestly is. In this post I’m going to share with you all of the reasons why and also how you can get it much cheaper.

If you’re anything like me, good sleep is not a luxury, it’s a necessity. I simply do not function well on low amounts of sleep. I’m pretty sure I’ve been like this my whole life. Sleeping in past noon was my M.O. as a teenager and my mother claims I slept through the night on my first day home from the hospital after I was born. And while I prayed to the heavens that my baby would be just like me and be a good sleeper from the start, I knew there were no guarantees of this. There is no way to predict what kind of sleeper your baby will be and in my opinion it is better to be prepared for any type of sleeper starting the day you come home from the hospital rather than wait to find out and struggle. That’s why I ordered my Snoo ahead of time and had it set up, ready to go before my baby’s due date.

In the months leading up to my due date, I seriously debated buying the Snoo. Not just because of the steep price, but also because I wasn’t sure it was the most practical baby item. I wondered if my baby would become addicted to the white noise or the swivel motion it provides and when we transition into the crib if I would be in big trouble trying to get my baby to learn how to sleep without these things. I also worried that since it was an item that is only to be used for the first six months that I didn’t really need it. I thought to myself, “people have been having babies for years and have made it through the first six months without the Snoo, so can I.” But as the days drew closer to my little one’s arrival and more people kept commenting on how hard it is to get a newborn to sleep, I finally decided to pull the trigger. And I’m so glad I did. Let me share with you why.

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It is safe

The walls of the bassinet and the sleep sack the baby sleeps in are both made with a mesh material, which allows air to flow through freely and prevent the baby from overheating. The biggest safety feature is that the sleep sack which swaddles the baby is attached to the bassinet itself, so your baby cannot roll over while in the Snoo. That is the main reason why I sleep soundly while my baby is in the Snoo. I know without a doubt, he’s safe and cannot hurt himself.

It is not my intention to defame Fisher Price’s Rock ‘n Play, but it was recently recalled due to several reports of infant deaths related to its use. I think in a desperate attempt to get some sleep, a lot of parents turn to devices similar to the Rock ‘n Play, which soothes the baby by rocking and swaying. The Rock ‘n Play also had a reputation for some time of being a sleep solution for a baby suffering from acid reflux. I can’t tell you how many of my friends and acquaintances recommended the Rock ‘n Play before my little one’s arrival. Obviously I did my research, and we own no such device.

My Baby Falls Asleep and stays asleep

My little guy only falls asleep easily in a few places: my arms, the car, in our Solly Baby wrap, and in the Snoo. And the amazing part about all of these places, especially the Snoo, is that he does it easily even if he’s wide awake. But if I set him down in his baby Bjorn bouncer, or swaddle him and lay him down outside of the Snoo, it isn’t happening easily. And even if he does fall asleep, he doesn’t stay asleep for very long. I attribute this to the white noise and gentle motion the Snoo provides. Not only that, but the Snoo responds to my baby’s cries, so if he fusses at all in the night, the Snoo sways him back to sleep. It has several levels of white noise and swivel motion it goes through to respond to your baby so that you don’t have to be up all night rocking and swaying, praying your little one will fall back asleep so you too can get some rest.

The App

What I love about the app that accompanies the Snoo is that it records when my baby is in the Snoo, how long he’s in there and how often the Snoo had to soothe him. It also takes averages to show you how much sleep you’re getting on a nightly basis. My husband can also view the app and there’s no issues with having it loaded onto two different devices. Additionally, from the app I have control over the levels of soothing the Snoo provides. If my little one is having trouble falling asleep I can manually turn it up to level 3 where the white noise is a little louder and the movement is a little faster, pop a pacifier in his mouth, and that usually does the trick.

I think the app is amazing, so don’t be turned off by the reviews online that say there are some issues with it. Maybe there were when the Snoo first came out, but they are long gone. We have never had an issue with the app, for the record.

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How to Get the Snoo Cheaper

Here’s a little secret - the Snoo goes on sale. And often. If you see it listed full price, check back in a week or two. We bought ours at the end of 2018 during what I can only chalk up to be a year end sale. I kind of thought maybe they were coming out with a new edition in 2019 and that was why it was so cheap, but that was not the case as the same Snoo is being sold currently. Although, I have heard rumors that they are updating it and adding some new features soon!

We caught the Snoo on sale at 40% off. We added an extra sheet to our order since well, spit up, and our total came to just over $800 with shipping included. Truly a steal for how amazing this thing is! If you don’t have time to wait for a sale, I promise you that you won’t have any regrets paying full price when you’re getting as much sleep as I have been, but if you have time to wait, you should.

The Snoo is hands down the most valuable and useful baby item I own. I cannot imagine our nights and naps without it. Do yourself a favor, skip the fancy stroller or cloth diaper to save your pennies (You should do that anyway, read my blog post about it here.) and buy yourself the Snoo.

This post is not sponsored and contains my honest heartfelt opinions.

Cloth Diapering a Newborn

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Cloth diapering comes off as a daunting practice to those who have never done it before. As a first time Mom, I had no idea what I was getting into when it came to all things baby, but I knew I wanted to cloth diaper no matter how much of a chore it would be. What I didn't know is that it’s not really a chore at all! Not only is it an easy task to keep up with, but it’s eco-friendly, a huge money saver, and it’s the healthiest option for my baby.

I purchased four different brands of diapers before my son arrived. Mama Koala, Nora’s Nursery, Alva Baby, and Lil Helpers. All are pocket diapers with the exception of Lil’ Helpers, which is an all in one. I followed all of the instructions on pre-washing my diapers, dried them, folded them, and put their cute little selves on display in my nursery.

There’s several types of cloth diapers on the market. My advice is to buy a few of each kind before you invest in a bunch of one specific brand or type. Personally, I love my Alva Baby’s during the day because the shells are stretchier and thinner, so they don’t appear bulky under clothes. At night time I’m partial to Lil Helpers all in one with the charcoal inserts. Those bad boys can last all night through several feedings without a leak. I have a friend who loves Nora’s Nursery, while I think the snaps on them are hard to button. And Mama Koala’s have the absolute cutest prints! My point is, every diaper is different and every baby is different, so try a few brands before you stock up entirely.

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The first few weeks home from the hospital we were pushed into using disposables. I wasn’t happy about this, but every time I used a cloth diaper it would irritate my son’s healing belly button. With the disposables I was able to fold the front down and prevent the diaper from rubbing it. But that certainly came with a price. Several naps were interrupted with a soaked back caused by a leaky diaper and my son’s poor butt was getting raw off and on from diaper rashes. On top of the physical issues, I realized how much money I spent in those two weeks on disposable diapers - $45.00 to be exact. That money would have easily afforded 6 cloth diapers that I could reuse for years. Once his belly button healed, I happily transitioned over to the cloth diapers.

Something I was not aware of concerning baby poop was that while exclusively breast feeding, there’s no need to worry about removing the poop from the diaper before I wash it. I was worried about the amount of poop going into my washer and wondered if I’d be able to get it out of the cloth diapers. Breastfed baby poop is runny and doesn’t have a lot of solid matter to it. Therefore, it doesn’t need to be removed before washing the cloth diapers in the washing machine. But the day we introduce solids will be a game changer and when it arrives I will be ready with my handy dandy toilet sprayer. My husband installed this thing in a matter of minutes and it’s pretty amazing. Not only does it have incredible pressure, but it conveniently attaches to the side of our toilet so that I can just spray the poop into the toilet and flush it. I’d say this is a cloth diaper essential, but not a necessity until around 6 months when your baby starts eating solid food.

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I have about 24 diapers and I wash my diapers once every two days, which works for me since I am a stay at home. I go through almost all 24 diapers in those two days, so if you plan to only be able to do laundry once every 3 days, I would purchase at least 36 cloth diapers to have in your stash. I wouldn't let your diapers sit longer than three days before washing them as all sorts of fun smells and stains could start to develop. We keep a diaper pail in our nursery to store our dirty cloth diapers and once it’s full, I take the washable liner out, carry it to the laundry room and pull each diaper out of the bag individually, making sure to separate the pocket inserts from the diaper shells. I wash everything including the washable liner with warm water and an extra rinse. I was using a detergent I found on amazon, Rockin’ Green, but then I discovered the Detergent Index at Fluff Love University and switched to plain old Tide.

If your cloth diaper inserts begin to develop stains, which they definitely can, letting them sit in the sun for a few minutes takes the stains right out. It’s pretty amazing! The only condition is they must be wet in order for this to work, so when you take them out of the washer, instead of drying them, stick them outside in the hot sun and watch with amazement as the stains literally disappear.

 
 

I was sure this whole cloth diapering thing was going to be so much harder than it is, but I was completely wrong. I find it to be rewarding knowing I’m not throwing anything extra into landfills or exposing my son to cancer causing ingredients. If it’s something you’re interested in, don’t over think it - just go for it. And know that your baby’s bum is going to be much happier for it.

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How My Birth Induction Led to an Emergency C-Section

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Ever since my husband and I decided we wanted to have children together, I dreamt of a beautiful natural unmedicated birth. One with low lighting where I was playing soft, soothing music in the background, holding my husband’s hands and peacefully bringing our child into the world, one contraction at a time. All throughout my pregnancy I held on to that dream… hard. I did everything I could to naturally invite a spontaneous labor, but at 41 weeks I was induced. Twenty four hours later, I had an emergency c-section and finally met my sweet baby boy. I’m writing this in hopes to share with you why in spite of my hopes for a vaginal unmedicated birth, I’m not disappointed in how my labor and birth occurred and why it evolved into an emergency c-section.

When my husband and I learned we were pregnant I immediately sought out a doula. I knew that if I was going to have an unmedicated birth, it would help to have someone present with the knowledge and experience of birthing who could guide me through one of the hardest things I was ever going to endure. I met with my amazing doula, Aimee Roberts very early on in my pregnancy. Aimee has five children and has experienced several types of births including one that ended in a cesarean, one that included the use of an epidural, and of course an unmedicated birth. At the end of our first meeting she kindly offered that if I wanted to meet with and interview other local doulas that she could refer me to a few and to take my time in getting back to her. I told her right then and there that it wouldn’t be necessary. I knew I wanted her to be at my birth.

Aimee and her business partner, Christi Jones, lead a six week birthing class here in Virginia Beach that my husband and I decided to attend. I highly recommend a class of this nature to anyone who is expecting and if you’re not local to Virginia Beach, Aimee and Christi offer their class online through their site Birthinsightva.com. During the six weeks we learned how the body changes during pregnancy, how labor comes on, how to recognize it, and what to do when it happens. We also learned what is happening with your body during labor, different body positions to progress labor and the variables that can affect your labor and birth outcome. Most importantly we were educated on the different interventions that are commonly used during birth and why they are necessary. This was the most vital part of the class to me because nearly every intervention we learned about was used during my birth and had I not had any knowledge of these I would have been absolutely terrified to use them.

The weeks leading up to my due date I was diligent about bringing on a spontaneous labor. I had a feeling my sweet boy was going to come when he was good and ready, but I was still willing to try anything that was suggested to me in order to have him on time. I drank several cups of raspberry leaf tea every day, went on hour long walks, bounced on an exercise ball and even inserted evening primrose oil vaginally every night in an attempt to soften my cervix. Every now and then I would feel a tightening in my belly, but it was just Braxton-Hicks contractions, never the real thing. When I met with my Obgyn at 40 weeks and 3 days, she suggested an ultrasound to see how big the baby was. It measured baby boy to be 8 pounds and 12 ounces, which was quite large and meant that he would only be larger the longer I was pregnant. My doctor scheduled me to be induced that following Monday.

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Our last photo together before the baby was to arrive

I spent the weekend praying for that spontaneous labor, but it never came. Instead, a cold came on pretty hard. We are talking stuffy nose, chills, headache, and a complete lack of energy. I called the hospital I was to deliver at the night before my induction to see if I could delay it by one day because I could not imagine giving birth while already feeling so awful. They instructed me to come in on time and have a non-stress test done on the baby. If it went well, they would send me home to rest and have me come back the following day. We followed instructions and luckily, the baby was reading healthy on the test and I was able to rest and recover all that Monday.

Tuesday morning at 8:00 am my husband and I checked in at the hospital for the induction. To say I was terrified would be an absolute understatement. I was so nervous I could barely eat breakfast that morning, although I wish I had because little did I know I wouldn’t be eating solid food again for more than 48 hours. We had a wonderful nurse who kindly comforted me through the beginnings of my induction. She was gentle putting in my IV and encouraged me to get plenty of rest throughout the day as she predicted the induction would be a lengthy process and I would want to save my energy.

The first step to my induction was a cervix softener. My doctor prescribed Misoprostil, which is a pill that is inserted vaginally and dissolves right up against the cervix. My doctor had previously warned me that we may have to repeat this process twice more if my cervix wasn’t softening, but luckily when I was checked 5 hours later, I had effaced a bit - from 30% to 80% and I was put on Pitocin at that time. The Pitocin dosage started out very low and I didn’t feel any of my contractions for quite some time. I tried to nap throughout the day, but it was nearly impossible as I was waiting for something to happen, to feel something, anything.

Slowly throughout the day as my contractions were being monitored, my nurse was raising my dose. By about 7:00 pm I was starting to feel my contractions and I decided to get out of bed and get on an exercise ball. I spoke with my doula over the phone and she agreed this was a great idea, that I should start laboring there to encourage the baby to move down into my pelvis, and to call her if things progressed. Within the next few hours, things progressed pretty slowly, the contractions steadily getting stronger and I was starting to moan and groan very low through them.

By about 10:30 pm, the contractions were coming in heavy sets with very little rest between, maybe 30 seconds. I was still laboring on the ball, but it wasn’t providing much comfort at this point. I couldn’t talk well and could barely catch my breath, and my nurse asked me several times if I was considering an epidural as things would not be improving for me at this point. I had my husband call my doula to see what her thoughts were. Because I was group beta strep positive, my nurses were advised not to check my dilation very often so I had no idea how much I had progressed at this point. But my doula agreed, an epidural would be wise.

Waiting for the epidural was one of the worst parts of my labor. I got back into bed and rode the waves of pain, which was all I could do. An epidural was not something I wanted, but I also could not continue to labor at this rate for hours upon hours. As soon as I received the epidural, I felt a ton of relief. Coincidentally my nurse checked my cervix a few minutes after and I had made it 8 cm. That made me feel accomplished.

My doctor called to speak with me at some point throughout the night to let me know she would definitely be present to deliver my baby but that the baby probably would not come before 7 am based on how I was progressing. At about 4:30 am my doctor arrived and decided to break my water. This was also the time I decided we should call my doula and let her know things would be progressing and it would be a good time for her to come. I was scared that breaking my water would hurt quite a bit as she explained to me that the process involved using a long hook, but it was actually the least painful thing of all. About 30 minutes later I got the incredible urge to push and I let my nurse know. She told me that it was probably just a bowel movement, but something told me different. The urge grew with each contraction to a point that I had no actual choice but to push, it was simply a natural impulse. A few minutes later my doctor appeared and checked my cervix. I was at 10 cm and was given the go ahead to push.

Right on cue, my doula, Aimee, appeared and immediately I was relieved to have her there. My husband held one leg while she held the other, and with each push she encouraged me in a way that no doctor or nurse could. Not even my husband. Her words were so motivating, yet so soft and comforting. She gently reminded me I was going to meet my baby, to push to meet my baby. It was exactly what I needed to hear at such a crucial time.

For the next two hours I continued to push. With each push I waited to hear things like “I can see his head!” or “You’re almost there!” But no one was saying anything of the sort and I was getting a little worried. I noticed my doctor and nurse were exchanging glances. My doctor had checked me to make sure I was using the right amount of pressure and pushing in the right place, and I was reassured that I was, but things were not progressing. I pushed a few more times, but my doctor said my baby’s head was coning and that she was worried about shoulder dystocia, which is what happens when the head makes it through, but one or both of the shoulders are stuck behind the pelvic bone. It was her recommendation that at this time we perform a c-section. I turned to Aimee to request her opinion and she agreed.

The next thirty or so minutes were the hardest times of my birth. I still had the incredible, if not more intense than ever, urge to push except this time I was told not to and that has got to be one of the hardest things for any human to do. Aimee held my hand while we waited for surgery and reminded me that I was going to be okay, to breathe through each contraction, and that I would meet my baby soon.

After I was wheeled into the operating room I was administered a spinal block and that’s when time sped up. I was told that if I felt like I was going to pass out or if I had any tingling in my hands to speak up. I think either being told these things when you’re already nervous about being cut open makes you imagine that you are actually feeling them, or I was actually feeling them! I mentioned this to the anesthesiologist and she checked my vitals and let me know that I was fine, to just breathe. I felt the pressure of each layer being cut open, but I didn't feel any pain. Lots of tugging, lots of pressure, but no actual pain. I was still having contractions and my baby’s head was pretty far down in my pelvis at this point, so they had a little trouble getting him out, but before I knew it they lowered the curtain in front of me and held up my sweet baby boy. My husband was in tears immediately, but I was just in shock. In shock that he was here, in shock that it had been such a long journey of a night to finally meet him, and also completely shocked that he looked just like me!

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They immediately took him away to clean him up since he had swallowed a bit of maconium, which is a baby’s first bowel movement. He was a healthy baby boy who peed everywhere when they were weighing him, so he probably would have been a full 9 pounds, but because of that he weighed in at 8 pounds and 15 ounces. After he was clean and wrapped up, they put him on my chest for skin to skin and it was the most profound moment of my life.

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It was not the labor I dreamt of and it was not the birth I imagined, but it brought my sweet boy into this world safely. I cannot imagine what would have happened had I been delivering in a third world country, or at a time before modern medicine existed. I feel so grateful to have had the tools and interventions used at my birth available. Without them I’m not sure that both myself and my sweet boy would be here today.

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Minimal & Boho Nursery

At 39 weeks pregnant, and what some would say is the very last minute, I finally finished my nursery. Of course, I could totally spend more time and money perfecting and adding things, but I know I should be content with what I have so far, especially since I am a first time Mom and simply have no idea what’s to come. I’m sure once our sweet boy is here we will be changing things up, but for now we are really happy and content with this simple space for our little one.

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All of the macrame items were handmade by yours truly. Tutorials for some of these items are available.

Macrame/Tassel Chandelier video tutorial available here.
DIY Rainbow Rope available here and a video tutorial here.

 

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I'm Having a Baby!

Actually, I should say my husband and I are having a baby. Thankfully, I’m not completely alone in this. Although, I am alone in the morning sickness when I’m bent over the commode every morning (and sometimes night.) And I am alone in the breathless treks up and down the stairs of our home every day. And I’m alone in the mirror each morning wondering if I can get away with the pre-pregnancy shirt I’m busting out of. But I’m not alone in wanting to dip my pizza in ranch dressing. Or wanting pizza everyday for that matter! My husband’s food cravings have been in line with mine and he is constantly cheering me on, always reminding me that I’m beautiful or cute and that we are actually in this together, even though I am the one feeling all of the side effects of pregnancy. And I am very fortunate for that.

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For those of you who are curious, I created this pregnancy announcement for social media quite quickly. I used a blanket I recently bought at Target for my backdrop, last February’s calendar from Rifle Paper Company, some dried baby’s breath and lavender I had in a vase, and my most recent ultrasound photo. I circled our due date, February 13, with a white pen and snapped a photo of it all. It was wonderful being able to share my pregnancy with everyone who follows me on social media without having to share a photo of myself just yet.

Maybe all of this pregnancy talk will explain my absence on social media and especially my blog for the last few months or so. We took a vacation in June to the West Coast where we found out we were pregnant and I don’t think I’ve felt the same since. I especially haven’t been able to put out the amount of work I was before all of this. I’ve been lethargic, nauseas, and overall overwhelmed with the coming changes. But slowly I am getting back into the groove of things and hope to have plenty of projects completed before baby Miles arrives this February. That’s right, we are naming him Miles! And he’s a boy! It feels really good to have decided on a name so early in the game.

Watch my video below for an update at 33 weeks. I talk about the entire pregnancy up to this point including my unmedicated birth plan, issues with gestational diabetes, and a cystic fibrosis scare.