Showing posts with label rants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rants. Show all posts

1.20.2009

Happy Inauguration Day!

Hazel went to her infant massage class this morning that my doula, Lorryn is doing for a small group of friends, but she skipped her afternoon playgroup at the Ipswich Birth to Three Center so she could stay home and watch the historic Inauguration of President Obama on the tube. She was delighted by it, clapping whenever the crowd clapped (often) and staring with rapt attention at Elizabeth Alexander's poem being read. We are all very proud of our country today!

Here are some pictures we had laying around from the month. We had grand plans to go out to see our friends in western Massachusetts for New Years Eve, but instead we were hit with a big snowstorm and a very fussy baby who, turns out, had a double ear infection and four teeth coming through. So, instead we stayed home like most of New England did. On New Years Day, mama drove out to Stockbridge to attend a four-day yoga and meditation retreat at an ashram. It was nothing short of amazing. I left there walking on clouds.

This was something I had been planning on doing all year in honor of Hazel's first birthday. February 19th not only marks the end of her first year on earth (this time around) but it also marks the day I became a mother, the happiest and most transformative day of my life. Obviously, this year has been full of transformations for my little family; some positive and some not so positive. But they all brought us here, to divine perfection. Being back in Stockbridge is always a bittersweet time for me, too (see the MY CAUSE section of links in the sidebar) as it was the place where I was abandoned and abused so many years ago. Now that place lies in ruins, leaving a wake of scarred adults behind it and right next door is this place of magnificent beauty and warmth where I went for healing. I see everything coming around full circle for me, in a series of circles, series of cycles, always beginning and ending in a New England winter. Sorry to be cryptic, but 2008 was a year of revolution, in the truest sense of the word; back to the beginning with my birth from a clam shell in the sea foam. Hazel will know what I'm talking about, and she is the only one who matters. Viva la revolution! Viva Obama! Viva New England! Viva Hazel and her mama! Viva viva viva!


Another classic stink-eye.
Double ear infection never stopped me!

Taking the T (subway to you out-of-towners) from Harvard to the Museum.

Learning how to wait for the next train with a look of boredom and mild distaste like a true Bostonian.

Making friends at the Aquarium- a doomed relationship.

Why so aloof?

Watching Planet Earth. I had to put her in her Exersaucer because she was trying to climb into the TV.

Using chopsticks at wagamama, the best little noodle house! This is where we like to go when we visit Jamie at his office for lunch.


10.13.2008

Some Things I Love About Hazel

I love her laugh because it's this shrimpy little midget laugh and I'm addicted to it. I will juggle flaming knives just to hear it for a second. I love her thighs! Her chunky little drumsticks are so delicious and I am going to cry when they are gone. I love how I can describe her as just stacks of circles (layers of Michelin Man-like spheres stacked on top of each other, a perfectly round head, perfect Japanimation round eyes) and people get a fairly good picture of what she looks like. I love that when she is tired, she wraps her little arms around me and grabs me with her monkey-paws and lays her head on my shoulder. I love her voice, her talking and practicing, the breathy urgency in her expressions. I love the way she breathes when she is excited, like she can barely contain herself. I love how curious she is, always looking for something new and different. I love how anything that passes even remotely close to her mouth makes her almost close and bat her eyes as she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. I love that she has to lick everything. I love the good mood she is in in the morning. I love that her hair is starting to get curly in the back. I love that it's reddish, gold brown. I love that her eyes are bronze. Most might say they are brown, but they are bronze. I love that she looks best in bold colors, because mama HATES pastels! I love how proud of herself she is when she pulls herself up, or gets something she knows she probably shouldn't have. I love that she is my companion, partner in crime, my buddy. I love that she is me, but not at all me. I love seeing her unfold as this person on her own path, doing her own thing, and I have such an enormous amount of pride that she came from me, from my body, that I grew her. I love sleeping with her, snuggled up, so warm breathing slow and deep. I love her smell. I love her sense of adventure, and her fearlessness. I love it when I am holding her, and a stranger comes up to say "hello", and she gets shy and smiles as she buries her face in my chest. I love that when the dogs are fighting and wrestling, she gets excited and cheers them on. I can almost hear her yelling, "Get that little dog!" I love that I can't get enough of her, even when she is driving me crazy. I miss her the moment she is gone. I miss her when she goes to bed for the night, and I spend the rest of the evening looking at pictures of her. I love her because she made me a mama, and I'm good at it. She helped me find myself and my purpose. I love that she helps to keep my spirits up, and helps keep me healthy. As I prepare for battle, she is my courage.

9.30.2008

Ketchup

Wow. OK. Just because I have not been blogging very much, does not mean I have been laying around doing nothing. I have been taking lots of pictures, but never enough. All month we have been busy with things other than multiple sclerosis. I have used this diagnosis to change my life. I have no plans to go back to work anytime in the near future. I'm getting back into yoga, acupuncture, massage, chiropractic medicine, etc. I have unfortunately been forced to yet again reevaluate my relationships, as it becomes even more clear who really supports me and my family when this happened. I am focusing my energy on my friends and family who care and show it, and I have moved others to the back burner. They can wait. My priorities are those around me who have been there for me and my family, rain and shine. I'm not listening to people who try to tell me how I should be feeling, and spending time with people who allow me to be pissed off and depressed and respond by pouring another glass of wine, making a really bad joke, or just crying with me.


How to annoy me? Tell me how great multiple sclerosis can be. Tell me to "just not think about it". Tell me to just "look on the bright side". Or better yet, just ignore me when I disclose to you that I have been diagnosed. Really want to get under my skin? Offer to help me before slowly backing away when I call your bluff. I'm not going to let people use me to make themselves feel better. Now is the time to call in favors. Now is the time I need help and not slogans. Now is the time for those who care sincerely and genuinely to step up. I don't have time for games. I'm leaving all of it in the dust. Want to be my best friend forever? Say what one friend recently did, and it melted my heart. "I don't know what to say, so I'm not going to pretend to, but I'm thinking about you all the time. Anything you need, just ask, but I'm just going to follow your lead. Are you free for lunch?" How refreshing.

Or, this is pretty awesome: my friend Ale and her son Joaquin sent hugs to my family all the way from Mexico. If you ever find yourself in Cabo, please buy this woman a drink on me!!! And hug her delicious son, Hazel's betrothed.


So, I received my final diagnosis of Probable Relapsing-Remitting Multiple Sclerosis (RRMS) last Monday when the results of my spinal fluid came back with all three markers for MS elevated. They will take the "Probable" off of there after I have a second flare under my belt. I will be going for a second opinon, of course, but I'm starting treatment in the meantime. I had three days of IV Solu-Medrol infusions at the hospital to try and end this flare with minimal permenent damage. That stuff is horrible. Jamie stayed out of work to care for Hazel and drive me around. I felt so awful, tired, anxious, racing heart, short of breath, craving carbs, retaining water, sore, pressured speech, totally unable to sleep. Ugh. I hope I don't have to do that again. I'll be starting Copaxone injections at home as soon as the nurse comes to train me and I'll be doing those every day for the rest of my life or until a better treatment comes long. Come on, stem cells! And so it goes...

I have been taking a ton of pictures this month, so here are the highlights of Hazel Porkpie in her Life Continues Series. She continues to grow and change every day and amaze even the most jaded part of me. She is crwling all over the place, into everything, grabby, novelty-seeking, laughing, smiling, so happy...

Getting help cleaning off the peaches.


Hazel loves eating peaches, right off the pit. We peel the skin off with out teeth, and strip her down naked and she just goes to town! It's messy business.

We picked FORTY-FOUR POUNDS of peaches at Cider Hill Farm!


The classic Stink Eye.

The Perfect Peach

An old picture of Hazel from way back at the beginning of the month when she could only crawl backwards and got stuck under the furniture all the time. She has come so far!



A playdate with Anson, Hazel's bud.

Playing with Anson's fringe.

The first attempt at a sippy cup! Note some of the peaches in the background. Also, note the beautiful sunfowers in the dining room that Jaymee sent.

Hazel opening her very first present by herself! She loves this bunny puppet from Ani.

Ani tempting Hazel with the bunny puppet.

Trying to pick the polka-dots off of the bag.

Sippy Cup Angst!


We went to the annual Harvest Party at our farm and met up with friends there. I'm so in love with these little tight leggings on Hazel...


Laurie and Magnolia took Hazel out for a spin while we all danced to the bluegrass band.

Tina and Lola with Jamie and Hazel

Mike using Magnolia's stroller to make a run to the beer tent for us.

God, I love this onsie.

Yay! Eating finger-food for the first time! We tried crumbled tofu, and Hazel enjoyed smashing it all over herself.



I love this. The day that Hazel started really crawling forward, she went right through the kitchen to the back door to stare wistfully at Flossie through the screen. Or maybe she was taunting her.

I'm so in love with this impish little face! Right after I took this picture, Hazel pulled herself up to standing! We both sort of froze and stared at each other in shock before she toppled right over again. But she got a taste of power and is thirsting for more.

Hazel in her new owl jammies playing her new piano. She loves banging on this thing! I got it for one dollar at the Birth to Three Family Center yardsale.


Jamie took this picture of Hazel chewing on one of my old dime-store pulp novels. I love it.

Hazel's first adventure into the foyer under her own steam. Hector Fishstick stayed close to make sure she was safe in foreign lands.

9.16.2008

An Update, With No Good News

I hate writing these updates, especially since it is all going downhill for me. But I cannot stop writing, and I cannot stop this blog, as much as I would like to crawl into bed and never come out. I am compelled to record for Hazel the first year of her life, in all its detail. This is something that is going to effect her forever, and will shape her life and personality. I want her to know where it all started. And that it all started on September 11, 2008. And that the first six months of her life were lived in blissful ignorance and all-consuming love. I know she won't remember that, but Hazel, if you are reading this sometime in the far future looking for some kind of insight into me or you or us, know that the first six months of your life were filled with snuggles, naps, giggles, tickles, games, dancing, singing, friends and family. The only thing I ever want for you is for that to continue. Most of it will, certainly you will remain the most loved child there ever was, but things will probably change from here on out. You wont be aware of it though, and whether its a blessing or not I don't know. All I know is that from your perspective, in your memory, you will always have been someone who's mother has multiple sclerosis. But know that you weren't.

9.08.2008

'Cause Babies Don't Keep

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, Lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek-peek-a-boo).
The shopping is not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there is a hullabaloo.
But I'm playing "Kanga" and this is my "Roo."
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

Ruth Hulburt Hamilton, 1958


Someone was kind enough to share this poem with me after I made this post here. I was just remembering it as I put Hazel down for her nap this morning. Here I am, downstairs, waiting eagerly for her to wake up again so we can go on with our play together. I know that I say it all the time, but it' still never enough: I don't know that I could ever communicate to Hazel how deeply in love with her I am. The thoughts that come in the worst moments, that something could happen to either her or I that would prevent us from living out our days with one another is nauseating, hyperventilating. I remember crying over her little sleeping body the week we brought her home because I realized that the best case scenario is that I will never see her whole life, that I will never get to see Hazel as a little old lady, with her grandchildren, feeding the birds at the park. I just cried and cried because I won't ever see all of Hazel's footsteps on this planet. And if I do, that's even more tragic.

Another time I became inconsolable because I realized that from the moment I pushed her little body out into the air, all of her energy was going to be directed towards separating from me. She already is arching her back and pushing away from me so she can get down on the floor and explore. I clearly remember the last time that she fell asleep on me and we napped with each other, skin to skin. Can you hear my heart breaking? But I so love watching her learn and explore. Nothing gives me greater pleasure that to see her grow into herself. So I let her go, and just force my cuddles on her another time.

I just love seeing the kiddo she is becoming; so different from me, but still familiar. She is probably the most persistent person I know, and so determined. She works so hard, never giving up, to get what she wants. She is precise, too. Always on time, and rigidly scheduled. When I listen to her and satisfy her needs, I am rewarded with the most delightful company! She is funny, spunky, charming and precocious. She smiles at everyone, reaches out towards everything new and different. Hazel is very novelty-seeking and high-sensation seeking. I can tell she is going to be so intelligent with this sort of intense curiosity. She is bored of a new toy within twenty minutes and simply must have something new to figure out. She is adventurous, never afraid of a strange situation and always seeking new people and places. She plays hard, kicking an punching and laughing herself into a lather, and she sleeps like a champ when its all over. I so admire her tenacity and silliness. Her curiosity and physical strength. Her determination and sweetness. And her ability to know when she needs to rest her body and mind. She amazes me. I hope that when she reads this years from now she understands how much I appreciate her as her own person. I also hope that she knows not just how much I like being a mother, but how much I love being her mother. I feel truly honored to be the mother of such a wonderful person, and I'm so lucky that she chose me to settle down with.

8.29.2008

Object Permanence Bites Us In The Ass

I know that it's been simply forever since I posted anything. Frankly, it's been the week from hell. Last weekend, while Jamie was in Vermont seeing friends, Hazel and I took a road trip down to Hull to visit with Ani and Apo, Hazels great-aunt and uncle. We had such a good time, Hazel was delightful after she settled in, and Apo grilled delicious steaks for us which we ate on their porch looking out over the Boston skyline, Boston lighthouse and Massachusetts Bay. It was a beautiful afternoon and Ani and Apo fell head over heels for Hazel Porkpie, of course.

Then, inexplicably Hazel fell apart. All week long she has been incredibly fussy and whiny in the day, and has been waking up half a dozen times at night to be repositioned. Then, my baby, who normally sleeps from 7pm to 6am started waking up at 4am for the day. ARUGH! Is it teething? Is it a growth spurt? Is it that she is trying so hard to crawl that other areas of development have regressed? Hazel only knows because we sure as hell don't. What I do know is that I have been totally exhausted and sick of the constant crying and we are sleep deprived and cranky. Hazel has been inconsolable, unhappy to be left on the floor, but arching and pushing away when held. She doesn't want to nap any more during the day, and one day did not sleep AT ALL! Hazel needs her three naps a day as much as I need a break from it all so we have both been at our wits end. I give her Motrin. Nothing. Tylenol. Nothing. Ice in her mesh feeder and she just screams when it's empty. We are really hoping that this is just a phase that will soon pass. I think it may already be starting to, as she has been napping a little more and a bit less fussy.

Hazel has hit a bunch of milestones in the past couple of weeks, though. All of a sudden, she can sit up unassisted. She doest even need to tripod (hold herself up with her hands in front of her). She has been doing an Army crawl, backwards for a couple of weeks now, but this week she has been able to get up on all fours and rock back and forth. Her understanding of object permanence has grown by leaps this week, as well. I noticed it when I would find her chewing on something I didn't want her to have. I would take it away and where before she would simply move on with a shrug, now there is a full on meltdown. I'm talking a dramatic, toddler-sized tantrum.

Also, I can't turn my back on her. Not necessarily because she is going to get into anything (but she does) but because her separation anxiety is in full swing! Aside from Jamie and myself, she is not thrilled about anyone else right now. She will not be held by anyone until she has been around them for several hours, if ever. Her bottom lip comes out in the most pathetic little pout before she lets out a long, high-pitched whine that becomes a howl. Sometimes, she doesn't even like it when strangers look at her! Its pretty funny, but also pretty tiring for me. When she is feeling particularly insecure, like when she is tired she doesn't even like it when I break eye contact with her for too long. Ill have to get a video of her emotional 180. When I leave her, she falls apart into this dramatic psychic crisis, crying so hard that she starts choking. But as soon as I turn and bend down with my hands out like I'm going to pick her up, she starts to laugh and kick her legs so hard. She is also "talking" more ad more. The exuberant, high-pitched screeching is still her primary mode of communication, but she has started to fit some other, more speech-like sounds in. When she wakes up, she spends a bit of time "talking" to herself and her toys before she calls us in to get her for the day. I love to eavesdrop on her...

Of course, I'm getting crap from the....."older generation" to not spoil her by taking her back from a strangers arms when she is crying so hard she is gagging. Puh-leeze! Like I'm going to let my baby continue to melt down in the most hardcore way in the arms of someone she is totally unfamiliar with, just so they can get a cuddle (even a forced one). Not going to happen. I do know just a little something about child and infant development (shocker, I know), and I know I've been out of the field for a whole 6 months at this point, but I'm willing to bet that I'm still more hip to current research than the folks who look at me soothing my crying baby and say, "Awww....she is a spoiled little baby, isn't she mommy?" I know it's a radical idea, but crying babies need to be soothed. Separation anxiety is not only a normal developmental milestone, but it's a sign of a secure attachment. Securely attached Hazel is! Every time I get irritated, I try to remind myself how lucky Hazel is to have such an attachment, and how strong and independent she will be as she grows because of it. It is a small comfort though, when 72 hours goes by and she won't let me put her down, or look at anything other than her. "I said UNDIVIDED attention, mama!"

In other news, today was Hazel's six-month checkup with Dr. Sleeper. He was very impressed with how strong she is, and how well she can push up and sit. It is pretty amazing. I think that she is just so determined that she will fight through any physical limitations. I do think that part of why she has been so fussy lately is out of frustration that she can't do everything she wants to do. She is very impatient, and wants instant gratification, just like her dad.

Here are the six-month stats!
Weight: 17 pounds and in the 66th percentile
Length: 27.5 inches and in the 86th percentile
Head Circumference: 17.5 inches and in the 82nd percentile

8.08.2008

Who's Boobs are These?

Finally National Breastfeeding Week is over and the judgement-fest can end. It's a topic that I have not blogged about because frankly, it isn't any ones business and to be honest, I still have a lot of negative feelings about how things turned out for Hazel and I. I thought that breastfeeding would be the most natural thing in the world. I was so looking forward to having that experience, and I felt so much support from my friends and from Jamie. My plan was to nurse Hazel for at least a year, hopefully two. I had heard that nursing can be difficult, but in a very vague way, so I had prepared by buying a couple of books. I had my breastfeeding chair all set up with the pump and the Lasinoh and a big bottle of water. I was psyched.

After giving birth, I nursed Hazel in the delivery room, our cord still attached to one another. It didn't go well, but that is to be expected and I didn't let it get me down. In my 48 hours on the maternity floor, I met with the Lactation Consultant four times; Hazel wouldn't open her mouth wide enough, it was hurting me, I was getting a blister, it hurt it hurt it hurt. Hazel's latch was terrible, and she wasn't getting anything from me, falling asleep, not swallowing. The LC trained me in how to use the SNS (supplemental feeder), a terrible contraption that would allow Hazel to breastfeed, but would be getting formula. I also had to use a nipple shield because of the pain involved. I thought things would even out soon enough. I made a follow up appointment to come back and meet with the LC's two days after discharge.

By the time I came back in to see her, Hazel was very jaundiced and we had to push fluids. I would nurse Hazel with the SNS and shield for 40 minutes (20 each side), bottle feed her the rest to help her metabolize the bilirubin, pump for 20 minutes, wash out the SNS, ice my boobs with the gel packs, and start the whole cycle over again. The most I ever got pumping was some condensation in the shields. I never got engorged, never leaked, never had anything...my milk never came in. I ended up on a regimen of fenugreek, Mother's Milk tea, massage, acupuncture, acupressure, chiropractic medicine, pumping like a mad woman, and relaxation. All while using the horrible SNS and meeting with the LC's. I kept this up for 17 days, sometimes without leaving the second floor of my house. Jamie brought me healthy meals and water. He took care of all of Hazel's other needs. I was getting depressed, crying all the time, sleep deprived, miserable, feeling like the worst failure. I knew things were getting really bad when I decided that I was never meant to be a mother; I was unable to get pregnant on my own and now I had to artificially feed my artificially conceived baby. When it was time for Jamie to go back to work, I knew that I couldn't keep it up all by myself. I had zero support from my family. No one came to help us when Hazel came home. I knew that after 17 days, the chances of my milk coming in were slim to none. I cried and cried. I didn't even own any bottles or formula. None of my books that I had bought for support told me what to do. They didn't even mention that this could even be a possibility. I was so angry. My OB offered me this drug called Reglan which can cause lactation, but a primary side effect was paralyzing depression. I think that was the last thing that I needed.

When I stopped nursing, and my breasts started to heal, I mourned. I was so sad, and I still am. I hate that I never had the chance to experience nursing Hazel, but part of me felt overwhelming relief. Trying to breastfeed was emotional torture for me, and I knew that I was about to enter a very dark place of shame and self-blame that is almost impossible to get out of. I was yanked back from that at the last possible second, but the feeling remains with me.

When Hazel was two weeks old, I started going to a mothers group at the hospital where she was born. Though the group was facilitated by a Lactation Consultant, and many women had breastfeeding questions, it was not a Breastfeeding Group. A couple of times, women new to the group would try to engage me in some trash talking about women who formula feed, but for the most part, I felt very comfortable. The women that I associate with from the group are amazing and supportive and non-judgemental. I would still feel a pang of shame mixing a bottle of formula in public though, and sometimes I did get "looks", especially when Hazel was very young. People would act shocked when they discovered that I was not breastfeeding, and I found myself explaining my situation a lot.

However, these are some of the gems that I have received from strangers: "You and all your formula feeding friends are ruining everything!" "I hope that your formula fed baby gets cancer and dies!" and my favorite, "Your formula fed baby is going to be serving fries to my breastfed baby!" Really? You're going to let your little genius eat fries? Methinks that they will be cancelling out some of those breast milk IQ points you're banking on.

Obviously I know that the people who say these things are horrible and nasty and stupid. I know that my brilliant, perfect daughter kicks a lot of ass just as she is. For centuries women have done whatever they needed to do to keep their babies alive. Parenting decisions are personal, and not for public comment. The loud and extreme minority feed off of this sort of self-righteous judgement that they feel is their right to broadcast without pause to the rest of us, who frankly just don't care what they have to say about our boobs. I and other mothers who have had a hard time breastfeeding due to a legion of possible variables gone wrong, are tired of defending our decision to keep our babies alive by whatever means necessary.

The promotion of breastfeeding, especially in certain socioeconomic and cultural centers is important. There is no question that Breast is Best when All Other Things Are Equal, but the promotion of breastfeeding over and above the support of other mothers in one of the most difficult parts of motherhood is not something that I support for a moment. If my daughter chooses to have children, I will do everything in my power to support her through that horrible first month postpartum, even if it means running out for a can of formula when her nipples are cracked, bleeding and burning from yeast and her baby is screaming bloody murder.

If you nurse your children, then way to go, mama. If you weren't able to nurse your children, then I feel you, girlfriend. And if you chose to not breastfeed for personal reasons, then I get it, sister. Either way, you're a warrior.

Queue the abusive comments........NOW.

7.09.2008

Prayer

Every night that I put Hazel down to sleep is a spiritual experience. People who tell me, "You shouldn't rock her to sleep because then she will always want to be rocked to sleep," are missing out on the most intimate, beautiful moments. I hold Hazel in my arms after I feed her and we just rock and gaze at each other. She and I are so calm and relaxed, and our breath falls in sync. She reaches up and touches my face and I drink in her smell. Her eyes get heavier and start to droop and cross...it's so adorable. Lately, she has been clutching a baby washcloth when she falls asleep and she rubs it on her eyes. She starts working less and less on her pacifier (I call it her sucker; I hate the word "binky",) and as she drifts off, it falls out of her mouth. She sleeps with her mouth open a lot these days. We rock and her head lolls back and forth. I love these moments because she feels so safe and secure, and that puts me at peace.

This is when I start to think about all the mamas in the world, rocking their babies to sleep tonight, too. I think about all the mamas who don't have their babies tonight. Mamas in Iraq and Afghanistan who rock their babies fearfully. Mamas whose babies are sick, who stay up watching their babies sleep, wondering if tonight is the night. Mamas who rock, but don't know where their babies are at bedtime, if they are safe, if they are scared, if they are alive. I think about mamas who rock and wonder how they are going to feed their babies tomorrow. I think about all the mamas who don't feel the peace that I feel when I'm rocking Hazel, and I try to send it to them.

So when people tell me that If I keep rocking Hazel she will always want to be rocked, I think, "I can only hope so."

A Very Horrible Week

I have been very negligent in posting lately. We have had a very difficult week with Lorna's wake and funeral, a mandatory trip out of town, Hazel's first night away from home which has totally thrown her into chaos, the unexpected death of my cousin Johnny, another funeral and Jamie out of town in Houston again. We are not exactly normal over here. Hazel is taking a quick nap now, so I am trying to briefly update so that people don't think that we have up and left this domain for good. I don't have time to download, edit and upload many pictures right now, so instead I thought I would include this list of parenting tips for all the mamas and dads out there. Some I love, especially numbers 48 and 46.
While we were spending time with family after Lorna's funeral, I was talking to Jen about how much I loved Lorna's unselfconscious silliness. She would dance and laugh at her daughters and nephews, make up silly songs and names and just enjoy herself and her children with such sincerity. I really admired that about her, and it's the kind of mama I want to be for Hazel. The only laughter in my house growing up was at someone elses expense, and I don't ever want Hazel to feel like she has to edit herself for fear of being shamed. I'm really looking forward to stupid dancing, bad singing, silly hats, and ridiculous water fights.
I will also be my daughters champion, and never play Devil's Advocate with her. Who does that serve? And so many parents do it, including my own. It's shaming and invalidating and I hope my daughter will always feel (like I have said before) that Jamie and I are her Home, where she is safe, and can be herself. And that she can always come back.

The 50 Best Parenting Tips Ever
By Diane Debrovner

1. Grant a wish. Take an hour or two each week to do exactly what your child desires without interruptions or distractions -- even if she wants to play a game you hate or build block towers and then knock them all down.

2. Start and end each day with "I love you." We often think we show our love for our children through our actions, but kids want and need to be told that they're loved.

3. Think ahead about safety. Anticipate what your child's next step is likely to be, then babyproof accordingly. If your 9-month-old is about to stand, now's the time to put up the gate, cover the sharp corners of tables, and keep pot handles turned away from the edge of the stove.

4. Praise your partner. Never finish a day without acknowledging -- at least once -- your spouse's role in the life of your children.

5. Choose child care carefully. Spend as much time researching your options as you did the last time you bought a new car. Call others who use the facility, talk with the director and the staff, and spend lots of time observing the children there at play.

6. Leave the scene. If your child is having a meltdown, pick her up from behind to carry her away. Too much face-to-face interaction will escalate the situation.

7. Don't rush to punish. Every child has a cup that needs to be filled -- and refilled -- with love, attention, affection, and respect. A rough day, a big frustration, or a harsh word empties the cup. If your child is acting up, give him a hug, listen to him, and spend time together. He'll be more cooperative, and you'll both feel closer.

8. Never take a bath break. When you bathe your baby, don't answer the phone unless there's a portable one right next to you. An infant can drown in seconds if left unattended.

9. Look the other way. Once a week, ignore one of your child's small transgressions -- bad table manners, forgetting to clean up right away -- and remind yourself that you're not perfect either.

10. Sleep when your baby sleeps. If you keep to your old sleep schedule, you'll be sleep -- deprived, which makes you more likely to be cranky and can contribute to postpartum depression.

11. Don't panic about picky eaters. They won't starve, so just continue to offer a variety of foods and small, frequent meals. Let your kids see how much you like vegetables.

12. Act now, talk later. Respond to your child's misbehavior in the heat of the moment, but talk about the incident later in a "planned discussion," in which you lay down the rules and your expectations.

13. Be your baby's favorite toy. Instead of always offering a plaything, amuse him yourself. After all, you move, you make sounds, you can take turns with him and respond to what he does, and you are warm, soft, and safe.

14. Double-check your carseat. Improperly installed child-safety seats are a major cause of injury. Whenever you put your child in his carseat, make sure it still fits correctly.

15. Be romantic. Go out on dates, kiss in front of your kids, and say, "I love you" to your partner (with your kids in earshot).

16. Keep emergency numbers close at hand. Print and laminate several copies of an emergency contact card that includes the phone numbers for your child's pediatrician and poison control. Store one in your car and keep the others at home for your child's caregivers.

17. Make photo albums. Take two hours a month to create lasting, organized family memories. As you gather photos or souvenirs, you'll have time to reflect on the preciousness of your life.

18. Soothe your baby's dry skin. Keep a jar of thick emollient at the changing table, and massage her legs and thighs at each change.

19. Coin a nickname. Call your child by a special moniker that reflects your unique connection to him. A child with many names is a child loved many times.

20. Read all food labels. Always know what your child is eating, especially if she has food allergies. For instance, whey and casein, common ingredients in packaged goods, are really just milk.

21. Present a united front. When you and your spouse disagree about how to handle misbehavior, keep talking and reading about it until you reach a consensus or a compromise.

22. Make family rituals sacred. Once a week, do an activity together, such as reading a book out loud, taking a walk, driving to the woods, or having Sunday breakfast at the same diner or coffee shop. These are the types of memories your kids will treasure most.

23. Nip aggression in the bud. Don't ever let your toddler hit or kick you, even if you know she's angry or frustrated. Block the hits immediately, and firmly say, "No, you do not hit me."

24. Teach your child simple songs and nursery rhymes. Rhyming and playing with sounds is fun and tunes your child in to the specific skills that are needed for reading.

25. Put your baby down when she's awake. Letting her self-soothe is the key to her sleeping through the night. If you nurse or bottle-feed her before bed and she falls asleep, change her diaper one last time to wake her up.

26. Make amends. One of the most important things you can say to your child is "I'm sorry, I messed up." Admitting you're wrong also gives your child the right to make mistakes.

27. Never make your love conditional. You should love your child just because he was born, not because he plays the piano or aces math tests. Tell him often that you'd love him no matter what grades he got and that your love for him grows bigger every day.

28. Monitor yourself. You are your child's first and most powerful moral teacher, so make sure you set an example that you want her to copy. Ask yourself nightly, What did my child learn from my behavior today?

29. Trust your instincts with child care. If you have reservations about a caregiver or feel that your child isn't doing as well as he could, you're probably right. Don't worry about hurt feelings or awkward conversations. Your child's needs come first.

30. Don't be overprotective. You shouldn't try to shield your child from all disappointments, failures, or stressful situations. Kids need to learn to handle difficulty in order to cope with life's challenges.

31. Avoid vicious cycles. If your child is misbehaving in a particular way and you've told him 100 times before not to do it, don't issue warning No. 101. Instead, make it easier for your child to behave. If he always leaves his coat on the floor, for example, install low hooks in the closet.

32. Let your toddler explore. Parents often don't want their children to bang big pots or do other things that are annoying or messy, but that's the way kids learn.

33. Wake a sleeping baby. There are times when doing this is a good idea -- during a morning nap so he'll be sleepy enough for an afternoon nap, or during an afternoon nap so he'll be sleepy enough at bedtime.

34. Ban bad-mouthing. Kids aren't born to hate -- they learn it. Refuse to allow discriminatory remarks of any kind. Help your child discover the positive traits of people, and teach her to focus on the similarities rather than the difficulties.

35. Bait and switch. When your child is misbehaving, distract him with something that's incompatible with the misbehavior. For example, if your child is grabbing food from someone else's plate, hand him a glass of milk.

36. Encourage friendship over popularity. You can't guarantee that your child will be liked by everyone, and it's not your job to make her popular. Support her friendships, but don't try to micromanage her social life.

37. Wear rose-colored glasses. Your upbeat attitude is critical to your child's self-image. Change your language so everyone views him more positively. For example, instead of saying, "My child is overactive," say, "My child is so energetic."

38. Listen before you give advice. The most crucial moments in parenting are when your child is experiencing an emotion such as sadness, fear, anger, disappointment, or embarrassment. First, help your child label the emotion, and validate how she feels. Then, and only then, suggest ways to solve the problem. That way, your child will be more likely come to you for help.

39. Demonstrate differences to your toddler. For example, your child might like one kind of food (say, sweets) while you prefer another (salad). This is of endless interest to young children, who are learning that people can have different perspectives and tastes -- an important life lesson.

40. Don't be a slave to developmental milestones. Children develop at different rates. Try not to push your child -- he will let you know when he's ready to start crawling, walking, or reading.

41. Limit rewards. Help your child develop his own internal reward system so he congratulates himself for a job well done. Change your pronouns: Instead of "I'm really proud of you," say, "You should really be proud."

42. Don't help too much with homework. It's your child's obligation, not yours. If you pitch in, she'll feel she's not capable of doing it herself.

43. Make honesty a priority. Never lie in front of your kids -- for example, don't tell a telemarketer that your husband isn't home when he's really sitting on the couch.

44. Share your loves. Whether it's a favorite hobby, a wonderful song or poem, a great recipe, one of your favorite childhood memories, or a fun game, it will be remembered and cherished.

45. Set your child's sleep routine. By 3 months, your baby should begin sleeping where you want her to be sleeping at 1 year. After that, it will be much more difficult for her to make a change. If she's in a bassinet, move her to the crib; if you won't be cosleeping, move her out of your bed now.

46. Take your child's side. If you don't know what happened in a particular situation, don't play devil's addvocate. For example, if he says, "I hate the teacher! Today she made fun of me in front of my friends," don't immediately say, "I'm sure you were giving her a good reason."

47. Don't worship expert advice. Believe solely in your children, not in Mozart CDs, baby academies, or flash cards. No one will ever know what your children need or who they really are better than.

48. Be very silly. Dance, burp, laugh until you cry, and spit watermelon seeds at your kids.

49. Plan meals together. Let your kids help choose dishes to make and take part in the preparation - they'll be more likely to eat what's served.

50. Break the rules sometimes. Have ice cream for dinner, or wear pajamas all day on a snowy weekend.

6.25.2008

We Did It!

318 to 103

...and I'm so damn proud.

6.12.2008

BPE

Let's get something straight; I do not read The Best Parent Ever. Someone recently sent me the link and I checked it out, only to be thoroughly disgusted for a number of reasons. I left a comment under the breastfeeding topic, expressing my desire to barf on the women bickering in there, and now I'm getting all these messages asking why I don't have Best Parent Ever in my Blogroll?? (No, I'm not going to approve your comments on my daughters blog, demanding to know why.)
The primary reason that I don't have the site in my Blogroll is because I am not a reader. I list sites that I regularly check or that my friends write. The other reason that I do not list that site is because I think it's crap. It is a rip off of a brilliant site called Stuff White People Like. SWPL is sharp, witty, smart, funny, observant, and erudite. BPE is hateful, mean-spirited, poorly-written and worst of all it's not even funny. Most of it doesn't even make sense (rescuing puppies?? Yahhoo groups??).
Anyone who knows me knows how much I despise Mommy Wars. I would never publicly criticize another mamas parenting decisions unless she was neglecting or abusing her child. I think that the culture of hyper-parenting brings out the worst of our competitive nature and it pits women against women, mother against mother when we should all be supporting one another. I don't care if you breastfeed or formula feed, let your kid watch TV or not, co-sleep or not, vaccinate or not. I do not own any parenting books. I have never read any of the trendy parenting theories or "sleep training" books. I don't trust someone just because they are a doctor or parent of fifteen or nanny for eighty years or whatever because no one knows me and no one knows Hazel like I do, and she and I are unlike anyone else. The parenting business thrives only if women question their own instincts and I'm not buying into it. Sometimes I know what I'm doing, and sometimes I don't, but I always trust my gut and I always block out the unsolicited advice.
I have made my choices that are best for me and my family, and I trust that other mothers are doing the same. I am the Best Parent for Hazel and I wont listen to anyone who wants to tell me otherwise. Hazel thinks I'm perfect, and hers is the only opinion that matters to me.

3.11.2008

Not on Our Watch

A lot of people want to know why Jamie and I are shielding Hazel from the Pretty, Pretty Princess, Happy Little Homemaker and the Pink Girlie-Power culture that is so prevalent in our society. Many people think that these things are perfectly benign, but Jamie and I believe that this is a culture that has been created to turn Hazel into a marketing demographic, a consumer, and that these things, these products aim to hyper sexualize young girls and to stifle their creativity, strength and originality. Many of these marketing campaigns are aimed at 3-5 year olds, who are experimenting with rigid gender roles and are thinking concretely as a normal stage of their development. I have much higher hopes for Hazel as she grows.

Two recent articles on the Huffington Post and on New York Times have addressed some of the issues, and both are an entertaining read. Also, NPR's On Point yesterday aired a fascinating discussion called Younger (and Younger) Beauty Consumers. I highly recommend giving it a listen.

3.07.2008

Some Sage Advice.....*gag*

You know that someone actually said to me yesterday that "work comes before family" (specifically in regards to Jamie's responsibilities)? Have you ever heard anything more ridiculous? Frankly, it's tragic that anyone would feel that way, live their life that way, and raise their children that way.

Jamie works a lot. Too much, as far as both of us are concerned, but that is the nature of what he does, and he enjoys what he does. So he does it. His company is very family-friendly (more so than most), and he works with a lot of other moms and dads who cut him some slack when he comes in groggy and distracted. They are all doing their best to juggle work and family.

It's crazy to me that someone might actually believe that Jamie's primary role in our family unit is that of The Provider who puts pork on the table and is our meal-ticket. Its not 1957. He gets up in the middle of the night to feed Hazel, he changes diapers like a pro. He nurtures her and snuggles her back to sleep, and if he could be a stay-at-home-dad, he would be thrilled. (If I could go back to work and not spend my days doing a mind-numbing amount of laundry and dishes, I would be thrilled.) Jamie and I are partners, co-parents, and parenting Hazel is our number one job. Our family (and by "family", I mean the three of us) comes before anything else. Our family comes before any stupid job, before any desire for a bigger house or shinier car. Hazel's well-being is what we both have in the front of our mind at all times, and going to work or doing more laundry is just the crap we deal with day-to-day, in between doing what is truly best for her. Our culture really has it backwards; the race for Things and Stuff and Bigger and Better has come at the expense of what's really valuable. And people like the Unsolicited Advice Giver from yesterday and their families suffer. So while that person might have a bland and cordially affectionate relationship with his family, and he might be mighty pleased with all the papers he pushed around in his lifetime, and all the mortgage payments he made, Jamie and I choose to live our lives differently.

Almost all of my peers would happily take a 25% cut in pay if it meant they could spend more time with their kiddos. We are really lucky to have what we have, but we don't need most of it. What Hazel needs isn't a vacation home, or a ride in a $30K+ car. She needs two parents who love and respect her, love and respect each other, and show it as often as possible. Fathers need to be with their children, not fortressed away in an office, coming home after bedtime, stressed out all weekend, and focused entirely on the finances. Money and jobs come and go, but you have one opportunity to raise a happy, healthy kiddo. I think Jamie and I would both agree that we would sell everything we own to ensure Hazel's health and happiness.

I choose to put my family before anything and everything in this world, and on my death bed, I won't be thinking about all those wonderful days that I worked late. I hope that when that time comes, I'll have Hazel nestled in the crook of my arm, just as she is now. That's the only wish I'll ever have.

Signing off,
Momma Bear

2.11.2008

Evict my Wombmate

Ten more days until Hazel's due date and time for a quick update! Thank you to everyone who has called and visited, as anxious for her arrival as we are! I am beyond uncomfortable and miserable at this point, and Jamie and I are so excited to get this pregnancy thing behind us. We have been racing around trying to tie up all of our loose ends around the house while we still (sort of) have time. Hazel's room is just about ready for her. We have been trying to spend some time alone together, going to movies and dinner, cooking together and generally trying to just enjoy each others company before things change quite a bit for some time.

The dogs are gearing up for their new pack member, too. My wonderful girlfriends Jillian and Missy came to visit me yesterday and get me out of the house. Jillian brought her absolutely beautiful, happy nine month old son Nathan along for the ride. Hector was so excited to see the baby, and instantly lay down with his massive head in Nathan's lap and rolled over on his back. He doesn't cuddle with us that much. Flossie took a minute to warm up to the idea of a kiddo, but was happy and excited about her visitor within the hour and spent the afternoon marching around with Nathan's hat in her mouth. I think they will really enjoy having a kid to play with and look out for. Let's just hope they don't feel too neglected.

I had my last day of work on Thursday, and it was very sad and surreal to leave. I'm going to miss seeing my coworkers every day, and I'm going to miss some of my clients. I'm trying to get myself to relax and enjoy the downtime before the baby comes, but it's pretty hard.

On Thursday, we also had our last ultrasound. Hazel is in a great position and packed in there pretty tight. They estimated her weight at 7 lbs 13 oz. and she is looking chubby with a full head of hair! Unfortunately for me, my cervix has shown no change, and she is still very high up. Looks like I'm stuck with this pregnancy thing for a while longer, but you never know.

I'm trying everything I can to induce myself; drinking red raspberry leaf tea by the gallon, trying to walk around as much as I can stand it, going to the chiropractor and massage therapist every week, getting acupuncture for labor induction and working my own acupressure points until they are raw. We even went out for a giant Indian food feast the other night but still no luck. Jamie and I made the mistake of measuring my girth the other day, too. I'm coming in at 48 inches around, which strikes me as gross, but also explains why my spine feels fused together and why I have not slept in months. Hazel is being very stubborn already.