Kris' Lip Tie

I wrote about Kris' tongue tie back here, but her tongue wasn't the only issue with her feeding.

After Kris had her tongue tie corrected everything was not better. She was still having issues feeding. She wouldn't take the nipple very well, and would choke when eating from the bottle. Desperate, I began to browse the internet. I looked at what a tongue tie looked like if it grew back. I Googled until I found my possible answer-a lip tie. I had never heard of this before. As I continued the research, I was sure that this was Kris' problem.

Kris' Lip Tie

This is what her lip looked like before the surgery. Do you see how that frenulum connects underneath her gums? It was actually tying her lip down to the top of her mouth. She couldn't flange the lip out to create a good suction.

I texted my good friend, the LC. I asked her if she had dealt with a lip tie. She knew what it was, but had never seen one. I texted her this picture, "holy frenulums, Batman!". I wrote about my friend the LC in the tongue tie post. Charissa has been my rock through this. She has been so encouraging, "What an eye, Momma!", and "I wish every mom I come in contact with had as much mommy instinct, compassion, empathy, and stick-to-it-iveness as you have in just 1 of your pinky fingers." She encouraged me to follow my instinct and have the surgery. After all my research, I felt so convinced that it would help.

When I visited the ENT he didn't seem convinced that surgery would help her nursing, but was willing to give it a try. He did say, however, that it would need to be done eventually to avoid teeth problems. Off to surgery we went.

 Preparing for surgery was the worst part. Kris was not allowed to eat for 6 hours before. This was awful because at this time, Kris was still eating every 2 hours. Poor girl was so hungry! Her daddy did so good at comforting her, though I think the only thing that would truly comfort her at this point was some of mommy's milk. I couldn't really even hold her because it reminded her that she was hungry.

 While we were waiting for the surgery to happen, we got to cuddle her as we talked to the doctor and nurses about what to expect. The doctor said it was a quick, 15 minute surgery, as far as surgeries go, it was easy!

 Handing her off was the hardest thing I have ever done-harder than childbirth with no drugs. I cried, a lot. I was anxious, I was upset. I kept going back and forth, was this really necessary, the doctor didn't seem to think it would help, what if we did this for nothing? Then Greg would remind me that she wasn't really eating, and even if it didn't help the nursing, at least we had it out of the way.

The procedure was only supposed to be 15 minutes. We sat in the waiting room holding hands, we paced the floor, we peeked out in the hallway, I kept asking Greg if it was the right thing to do. Forty five minutes later the surgeon came back to us and said the surgery went great, but it was worse than he expected. She had 5 stitches.

That says "fall risk"

After the surgery only one of us was allowed to go to recovery with her, I got to go because poor girl was hungry! She latched on right away and there was no 'clicking'. It was awesome. Kris was so sad looking though. She hadn't fully woken up yet and was very groggy. She would open her eyes, scream, then latch back on. This kept happening.The surgeon came up to us and put his hand on Kris' hand and stroked her head, "That was a lot worse than I thought" he said, "I don't know how she was even able to suck!" This made me feel so much better.

After recovery, we got to go to another room where her daddy got to join us. I was still nursing off and on at this point, but she was waking up more, and was very upset.

When all of her levels looked good we were allowed to go home.When they took the IV out, there was a lot of blood. I cried even more! Poor baby girl had been through so much!

It took Kris two days to recover. Those 2 days were rough. She was in a lot of pain and was very confused about why she was hurting. She would suck on her lip, and play with the stitches with her tongue. It was so sad.


Fast Forward to now. Her surgery was on January 2nd. Prior to the surgery she could barely eat, she wasn't gaining much weight, she was swallowing a lot of air, so she was hurting and she choked a lot on her milk. She was not a very happy baby. Most of the time if she was awake, she was screaming. Today she eats like a champ! We are off of the nipple shield, and she is very efficient. She will finish nursing in just 10 minutes. She is also a very happy baby. She rarely cries unless she is hungry or needs a diaper change. It is an incredible difference.

Lip tie is a newer diagnosis. A lot of doctors will not take it seriously. I have to say though, it can be a serious thing. It was really hurting our little Kris. I am so glad that my little pumpkin is so happy now. It makes my heart smile!

We Do Hard Things

We do hard things. It's kind of like my family's mantra. We say it a lot when things are tough. Sometimes we say it as a question- "We do hard things, right?". It is encouraging.

Doing hard things is what helps a person to grow. It strengthens family, friends, and spiritual relationships. It encourages self confidence. When you do hard things, you find out just how much you are capable of.

Greg and I have done some hard things. We have gone through a couple miscarriages, we have struggled to find where we are supposed to be in life, we have made difficult decisions that will change our lives and the lives of our children forever.

We do hard things.

We are about to do a very hard thing. This is hard for us, and for those who love us. However, it is also incredibly exciting! As most of you know, Greg and I have wanted to travel the world. Our plan has always been to home school our kids and make a lasting impression in other countries. This is what we have felt called to do. We will finally get the chance to do this.

We are moving to China.

Greg is going to teach English in China and I will get to stay home with Kris and cook and clean my house. I am so excited about this. I have always felt that I was supposed to be a stay at home mom!

Now the hard parts.

We will have to leave all of our family and friends. We have made a two year commitment, but will be home in the summers. It will be so difficult to leave all of you. We will be able to keep in contact with everyone while there, so it's not like we are disappearing, but I know this is particularly hard on our friends and family because they won't get to hold Kris as she grows up.This is definitely the hardest part of this adventure.

We have to find temporary homes for our pets. Our pets have always been like children to us. We adore them so much. We have 2 cats and 2 dogs. Our cats need to be together, but I know that will be difficult. One of the cats has a bad attitude sometimes, though she is becoming more docile with age. She is very sweet to us, and adores Kris, but isn't so content with people she isn't familiar with. Our dogs are awesome, though one is a little bit special needs as she is blind, deaf, and old. She is very loving and sweet. This is definitely a hard thing for us to do because of our pets. I don't want to leave them. My heart breaks just thinking of it.

We have to sell all of our things. This to me is the easiest one, though it is in no way easy. We are thinking of getting a small storage unit for all of the things we just can't part with-pictures, yearbooks, homemade gifts, etc. Everything else, including our house and cars will be sold. I think this will become more difficult as we sift through our things preparing to sell them. It will bring up memories and make parting with these things much more difficult.

There are other hard things that we  hadn't put  much thought into until recently. A big one being peoples' responses. Some people totally understand what we are doing. They support our desire to go where we are led and encourage us with prayers and smiles. Others are supportive of us, but not of the idea. They tell us they will pray for us and don't really know how to react other than that. The worst reaction is more common than I expected. This is the reaction that to me feels like hate and anger. People disagree with what we are doing and voice their opinions with no filters. They tell us we aren't thinking of what is best for Kris. They try to guilt trip us into staying. Our friend, Damon, said that this reaction is just because people don't understand. Perhaps they have never had a calling like this. This viewpoint makes me have more love for them. They aren't trying to be rude, they just don't understand.

Prayers:
Please be in prayer for us in the coming months. We are leaving at the end of July to start our journey.
-continuing peace in our decisions.
-we will be working on fundraising money for this trip, which will be very difficult, but we know that He provides.
-a home for our pets
-a better understanding from those around us

Thank you for thinking of us as we prepare to depart. We are excited to see where we are led and how we can show love to people in this very different culture. I will keep you updated as we continue our journey.

New Year

I am a little late in noticing that it is a new year. My Christmas tree is still up, my lights are still framing my house, and I still sing Christmas songs to my sweet little Kris.

It is 2013. I feel like God has so many plans for our little family this year. As always we are working on getting a job that will change the way our family functions for a very long time. This is Kris' first full year. She will get to experience every holiday this year. I turn 23 this year, which is on January 23rd (23 on the the 23rd). I am told this is supposed to be an exciting birthday.

So far this year Kris had a surgery on her upper lip (a detailed post to come). She is a different baby now! We get so many smiles and laughs all the time. She had her 2 month vaccinations (poor baby). She is falling behind on weight and on height so we have to get her checked again in a bit to make sure she is still growing well. She seems to be right on developmentally. She tries very hard to roll over, and can get to her side. She actually enjoys tummy time. Her favorite song is "Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes". She giggles so much when we sing it to her. Greg actually sings it to her in Spanish. She seems to know that the mouth comes after ears, and the mouth is her favorite part. She will open it wide as we touch it and giggle.

I have said it before, but being a mom is amazing! I love waking up to her beautiful face and coming home to her sweet smiles. She is so loved  by so many people, and I hope she realizes how special she is. I want to be the best mother that I can be. I seek advice from other fantastic moms, and I am very prayerful about my parental decisions.

My word of the year is DELIBERATE. I want to be deliberate in my parenting. That means putting the phone down and picking the baby up. That means doing as much research as I can while away from her so I know what to do to help her become the best that she can be. It means continuing our nightly Bible studies and prayers. It means to do everything I can to be everything for her.I won't just keep this word for a year though, hopefully I can keep it for life. I just really want to focus on it right now, while she is still young and growing. Hopefully I will create deliberate habits for myself that will continue forever.

And, what's a post without some of this cuteness?

Tis The Season

I love Christmas. I love when the weather starts getting bitter cold. I love when the stores get crazy busy. I love all of the holiday parties.

"The Reason for the Season"

We hear it all the time, and everyone knows why we celebrate Christmas. Whether you believe in Him or not, you know that we are celebrating Jesus' birth, and you probably participate in Christmas whether you care about his sacrifices or not.

As a parent this year, Christmas means more to me than it ever has. This year, as I look into the beautiful blue eyes of my sweet daughter, I wonder how God could have done it? How could He have sent His son to Earth? He left an amazing place, got sent to Earth where he was made fun of, not taken seriously, taken advantage of, and ultimately killed for being perfect.

I used to wonder why God sent his son to Earth rather than going himself. I am sure the angels could handle heaven while He was gone, and He could leave Jesus in charge. Why wouldn't He go himself though? Isn't it a bit selfish to send someone else to save us?

It isn't selfish though. As I have just figured out, there would be no greater sacrifice than sending His son. I can think of nothing worse than sending my child to be ridiculed and then killed. I am crying just thinking of it. Jesus was on this Earth, not only as a human, but also as a perfect God. As a man who was tempted, but never sinned, and yet he was put on that cross to die because we aren't perfect!

As this Christmas creeps up on me I find myself so very thankful for the sacrifices made for us. Not just the sacrifice of Jesus, who left a perfect place for a place that would treat Him less than human, but for God, as a parent, who sent his son here to die. We know that Jesus wept. I wonder if God cried looking down at his perfect son being treated so terribly, and knowing that He would soon be put to a very painful death. I wonder if He could feel the pain as Jesus was about to go to the cross and asked His father if there was any other way to save us. As Jesus hung from the cross and prayed for the people encouraging His murder, I wonder if God felt proud of His son.

I pray this season, that we can all see less of the stress of buying gifts and organizing family events, and more of the perfect gift that we have been given. I pray that on Christmas morning, before opening gifts and visiting family, that we can understand the sacrifice that both Jesus and His father made for us, so that when we die we can be in Heaven.

Almost 7 weeks old!

Time has flown by! Kris will be 7 weeks old on Sunday. She is so much fun. She has colic, and we think it ended it's ugly peak about a week ago. She is a lot happier now, and her crying sessions are a lot shorter.

I am infatuated with this girl. I love when she giggles at me or makes sweet cooing noises. She loves to be naked and does most of her smiling when the diaper is off.

Speaking of diapers, we love love love cloth diapers! Don't believe anybody who says they are gross or too hard. They are so easy, and we don't have any issues with them. Plus, they are super cute! Kris is quite the diaper diva. Anytime they are wet at all she lets us know! I think she will be very easy to potty train because of that.

We are so excited about Christmas this year. It will be so fun being able to have a child now during the holidays. She won't really enjoy it this year, but we will enjoy getting pictures of her and making lasting memories with her.

Kris got to meet her great great grandmother this week. That was a lot of fun. I am so thankful that Kris has such an awesome extended family. She has two sets of grandparents, 4 sets of great grandparents, and a great great grandma. She has met all of them except for one set of great grandparents. It has been so neat seeing her with everybody. I love having a baby to pass around at holidays. She is my version of spreading holiday cheer :) 

We are going to attempt round two of photos tomorrow. Round one did not go well. She is a happier baby now though, so maybe she will tolerate me putting her in a basket under the tree ;)

Wish us luck!

Kris' Tongue

Warning: This post talks about breastfeeding. I am going to use words like "nipple" and "breast". If you can't handle it, I suggest you come back later :) Also, it is really long. So you may have to come back later to finish reading it.

"Look Mom! I can stick my tongue out now!"

 Charissa is my Lactation Consultant. We met at a program called Celebrate Recovery. I work in the nursery, and Charissa has an adorable 2 year old that I watch. When we first met, it was a casual, "Yeah, she had a dirty diaper that I changed about 10 minutes ago". Then it migrated to me asking about her cloth diapers, because I had become infatuated with them. Then I learned she was an LC at the hospital I would be delivering at, and I think this is what brought us really close together. I asked her a million questions about breastfeeding, and she had so much knowledge on the subject! She had total faith that I would be able to breastfeed no problem. I truly think that God brought us together before I had Kris so that she could help me so much. Now, I don't know what I would do without her or her family. We have quickly become amazing friends. She is a huge part of this story, and I owe every bit of breastfeeding success to her.


Before Kris was even in my belly, I knew I wanted to breastfeed. I soaked up all the information I could about it. I learned that a big help in successful breastfeeding early in a baby's life is to have an unmedicated birth. I did a lot of research on the effects of epidurals, and other pain killers, and ultimately decided that if at all possible, I would have an unmedicated birth. It was a great decision, and I would do it again for many reasons.

Minutes after Kris was born I was able to breastfeed her. It was an amazing moment. She latched right on without any issues, and it felt amazing. I can't explain the feeling I had. I was the only person who could provide for my daughter in this way. She was looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and I was so thankful for this moment God had given me. Without this moment, I don't know that I would have been able to continue breastfeeding through all of the hard days to come.

Kris did great through the first night, but the next day things started getting different. She wouldn't easily take the breast, and when she did she would immediately back off of it and scream. I thought maybe I wasn't producing colostrum. This continued through the day. When Charissa came to see if I needed help, I shook it off. I told her she did great at first, we just needed practice. I don't know why I told her this. I knew that there was a problem, I guess I just didn't want to admit it. I am not normally a proud person, but I think it was pride that didn't let her help me.

That night was awful. Kris screamed constantly and every time we tried to nurse, she did this frantic head shake thing. She wouldn't even try to latch on. I would force my nipple into her mouth and she would try for a second to suck and then pull it out and scream some more.

I texted Charissa the next morning and asked if she would help with the latch. I thought maybe that was the only problem.

When Charissa came in the next morning we were trying everything to get Kris to eat. When she would latch, she would make this loud clicking sound with her tongue. This sound happened the first time she nursed also, but I thought it was normal. Apparently it is not. She wouldn't feed for very long and came off the breast screaming again. Charissa spent hours in my room trying to make it work. We tried a nipple shield, and she wouldn't even suck on that. It was a nightmare.

Charissa suggested I try pumping. I pumped for a long time and was only able to get a couple drops of colostrum out. So it seemed there were two issues, I didn't really have a supply, and Kris couldn't latch. After unsuccessfully trying for so long, Kris was a mess. She was so upset from all the shots and monitoring that day, she wasn't even trying to latch anymore. We laid skin to skin for a couple of hours while she slept.

I cried a lot. I knew Kris wasn't eating, but did not want to give her formula. At this point though, what other option did I have? The baby had to eat! Charissa encouraged me to keep trying and we would get this figured out.

When we got home, Charissa suggested I pump and feed Kris with a syringe. My supply came in kind of late. I think Charissa was worried that it wouldn't come in at all, but she never told me that. We would try at the breast for a while, and then syringe feed her, and then try the breast again. Charissa was at our house nearly everyday trying to help us get her fed. 

Charissa told us about this Craniosacral therapy that we could try. A woman would come to our house and give a little baby massage. So we called the woman. At this point we were willing to try anything-even if it did sound a little hokey. The woman came, and Charissa joined us to see how it all worked. After the woman massaged Kris a bit, she was screaming so we tried to nurse her. It was already a huge improvement. She latched on and tried really hard to nurse. She was still clicking pretty bad, but she was latched on. After she calmed down some, the woman, Nikki, massaged her some more. After she was done, Kris nursed really well for one session, and then digressed again. She wouldn't latch anymore, and there was no way she would be getting enough nutrition if we only gave her the breast, so back to the syringe we went.

I can't remember if it was the day after Nikki, came over or two days later, but Charissa sent me a text to have me call her. I called her and she very excitedly told me she thinks Kris is tongue tied. The reason we couldn't detect it sooner is because it was posterior. She told me a bunch of the symptoms to watch for, and it described Kris perfectly-tires easily at the breast, loud clicking, and acting frantic (among other things). She had already made us an appointment with an amazing ORL to have it checked out and possibly clipped. If the tongue tie was bad enough, it sometimes required a general anesthesia and a stitch. Though this was scary to me, I was so excited to finally know what the problem was. If tongue tie goes undiagnosed, it can lead to speech and eating problems later in life.

So on November 1st, Charissa, Greg and I went to the ORL, and she was right, Kris was tongue tied. The doctor said it was pretty tight. Greg held her while he cut it and she bled for a bit and I tried to nurse her. Sometimes baby will latch right on with no problems after the procedure is done, so I had high expectations.

She didn't latch right on though. When she finally did latch, it was better, but it wasn't this miraculous thing I was expecting. I left with not very high hopes.

When we got home, Charissa stayed for a bit to see if we could try nursing again. Still nothing was really working. She suggested we try the nipple shield again and then all of a sudden it worked. Kris was latching on great. When she sucked she was still clicking, but I was finally nursing my baby! I was really nursing her. The proof was in the milk dribbling down her chin.

Recovery was a little rough. She was still definitely in pain. We could tell the tongue was hurting her the first couple of days because she was still refusing to move it most of the time. She would try the nipple and then scream. So we were still syringe feeding her, but giving her the breast as much as we could. 

She drooled while she was sleeping because it hurt :(

Fast forward to now. We are still using the nipple shield, and I worry that we will never be able to wean her from it. She still won't take the nipple at all. She is still clicking a lot. She is a much happier baby now that she is getting nutrition though. She has started to smile and coo. It is so fun to hear those sweet sounds coming from her.

Look at those bright blue eyes. She looks so happy!

We are so thankful for Charissa and for all that she did for us. She spent so much time with us. If it weren't for her, we would definitely have formula fed Kris, which, as it turns out probably wouldn't have worked either. She couldn't suck at all, not just from the nipple, but a bottle probably wouldn't have worked either. I am so thankful that God puts people in our lives at the right moments. He knew how giving Charissa would be of her time. It was so awesome to constantly have an on call Lactation Consultant. She never once got frustrated, and worked so hard to help Kris get better.

I wanted to write a detailed story about everything that I remember from one of the happiest days of my life so I don't forget anything. Be prepared for a lengthy, scatter brained post. This is mostly for my benefit, and so that I can share it with Kris when she is older.

October 21st, 2012

At 6a.m. I woke up with a very painful contraction. I knew immediately that today was the day I would meet my little girl. I waited 2 more contractions before waking up my husband. I wanted to make sure that it wasn't just a fluke. When I woke Greg up he very excitedly started to get the bags in the car while I tried everything to make the contractions more comfortable. When I started to time them, they were 4-7 minutes apart.

At 9:30 a.m. we decided to go to the hospital. Contractions were getting much stronger. We loaded up in the car and headed east on the interstate towards OU Children's hospital. The car ride was incredibly uncomfortable. The car seat was behind the passenger seat, so I couldn't lean my seat back. I remember hating so much that I was so scrunched up. I felt like if I was able to stretch out more the contractions would hurt less.

When we arrived at the hospital we headed to Women's Triage. We had made this trip a week prior on a false alarm, so we knew the drill. This time was different though. I couldn't walk or talk through contractions. We had to stop several times on the way to check in. Greg was an amazing support. He kept asking what he could do for me and held me through each contraction.

When we got to the check in counter they got us back to a room very quickly and checked me. I was dilated to a 3! I know that isn't a big indicator of anything, but just three days prior I was only at a 1. I labored in the triage room for quite a while because the hospital was incredibly busy. I found out later that there had been 94 births in 72 hours. My daughter will share her birthday with a lot of other people!

My mother quickly joined us in the triage room, followed not long after by my sister. The room was a very small hospital room with a bed, a couple chairs, and monitors. I wanted to labor in a tub, but knew that I couldn't do that until we got into the Labor and Delivery room. While I waited, I sat in a round chair next to the bed. I leaned over with each contraction as Greg rubbed my back.

My sister meeting Kris

The room I was in was hot! They said something about the air not working in half of the rooms. My mother got a fan from the nurse, and that was a lifesaver. There is nothing like being hot while in labor. Mum was an amazing support and I am so thankful I had her in the room with me. My sister mostly sat back and offered little suggestions like "get her a paper towel" after I had thrown up. At one point, before mum got the fan, she was using a bag to try to fan me off.

My mum meeting Kris

They had a hard time finding a vein to put the IV in me. They had to dig once they got the needle in, and even then had to poke me twice, but right after that, the nurse came to check me, It had only been 2 hours and I was already at a 5! I got super excited because those contractions were actually doing something!

Shortly after that next check, we were moved to the labor and delivery room. This room was huge, and had lots of seating, so I am sure my mum and sister were much more comfortable. As they were getting me hooked up to be monitored, the nurse noticed that there weren't any mobile monitoring devices like I was expecting. I really wanted to be mobile during labor, but being hooked up to these machines left me a very small space to be able to move in. I did get an exercise ball that I sat on the majority of the labor though.

Once I got into Labor and Delivery, my contractions seemed to be a lot worse. They didn't seem to stop. I was incredibly disheartened when the nurse checked me, and I was still at a 5. I broke down. It felt like those contractions that I had been having were doing absolutely nothing for me.

My daddy meeting Kris

The next time I was checked, I was at a 7. I was finally on the homestretch! Contractions were getting more painful now, and even closer together. They were overlapping. I kept saying that it wasn't fair that I couldn't even have a breath before the pain started again. The doctor broke my water and it was even worse. I was laboring on the bed at this point. I looked at Greg and in a very serious voice said "I can't do this anymore-just get the knife." I was of course joking. I had come this far, there is no way I would give up yet.

My husband (Greg) and Kris

I had my mother on one side of me, and Greg on the other. I would try to stay concentrated through contractions. I would stare at a mark on the wall and concentrate on it really hard. I used a verse several times through the entire labor, I kept saying "I can do anything through He who gives me strength". I was so thankful that God was giving me strength to have this baby. I was so thankful to be having this baby-but my goodness! That pain was unimaginable.

When the doctor came in to see if I could push, I was told we would try it. She said to tuck my chin in and push as hard as I can with each contraction. I could feel the baby moving down. Greg had one of my legs, and the nurse had the other. Greg was so encouraging. His smile was so big when the doctor told me that she could see my baby's head. At this point I looked at the doctor and said, "Let's do this!" I remember the doctor laughing, but I meant business! A couple contractions later Greg exclaimed that he could see the head so I asked the doctor if I could feel it. She let me, and it was amazing. That was my baby girl! Not long after, my precious angel was placed on my tummy while nurses tried to suction her out.

She wasn't crying.

Through my happy tears I all of a sudden felt terror. Kris was quickly taken away from me to a spot in the room where I couldn't see her. Greg was standing with the nurses that were all huddled around her. I waited desperately for a sound from my baby. What seemed like forever was probably only a couple of minutes. I did finally get to hear Kris cry. It was the most amazing sound ever.

They brought her back to me and wiped her off as I held my perfect baby girl. She was beautiful. I held her tight and was so in awe of how amazing she was.

Greg took this photo right after they put Kris on me after getting her to breathe.

I didn't even realize he had a camera!  

Labor was nearly exactly 12 hours long. That is really short for a first time mom, and honestly, it seemed like 6 hours total to me-maybe because I had good company. She was born at 6:04 on October 21, 2012. She was exactly one week late. Kris weighed a whopping 9 pounds, 6 ounces and was 20.5 inches tall. That was exactly the weight and height of my little brother at birth.

My little brother Shawn. He was quite smitten.

I was told later that she came out with an arm over her head. That girl knows how to make an entrance :)

I am so thankful that I don't feel robbed of my birthing experience. Everything was great. My main things that I did not want were an epidural and pitocin. I didn't want pitocin because I didn't think I could have it without an epidural. I have heard that pitocin makes labor even worse! I didn't need pitocin, and therefore was able to have my unmedicated childbirth. It was an amazing experience that I will definitely do again. I was able to walk around immediately after I got cleaned up.

 Greg's sister, mother, and Greg for our first photo with them.

Though Kris was a breastfeeding champ immediately after having her, we soon found out that she wasn't able to breastfeed. In a following post, I will share the story of how we are finally able to breastfeed Kris thanks to an amazing friend.