I was scrolling through my Breastfeeding Facebook Group today and there was an article entitled ""Accidental Starvation" and why "fed" isn't best"' I was literally just wanted to scream. The minute you say breastfeeding is best, you automatically say "fed" isn't best. That is WHY there are babies why are starving to death because there is such immense pressure for women to breastfeed. If you are going to supplement, it must be with breastmilk, as breastmilk is best. In reality though, a happily fed baby whom is gaining brain cells, fat cells and who doesn't have a crazed mom...that's what is best.
I will be upfront right now: William never latched. He just never took to breastfeeding. We saw multiple lactation consultants, went to breastfeeding support groups and literally tried everything. Throughout this time, I pumped and supplemented him with a bottle. After that first pumped bottle, he slept. I only started pumping and supplementing when he turned yellow - he looked like a giant banana. I hormonally cried at my husband that we now were going to have a banana child (48 hours after birth) and we dutifully took him to the emergency ped and held him down for bloodwork. We were told that he had jaundice, but that I should keep breastfeeding. I said "I'm making sure my child is fed" and we rented a Medela Symphony.
Sometimes, I drive my husband crazy with the fact that I will watch shows from beginning to end, and then about a year later, watch the same show from beginning to end. Each time I watch shows, I find a different appreciation for it and its like watching a new show. I think this is because I've matured and moved on in my life and when I rewatch a show, I see it from new eyes.
The last time that I had watched "How I Met Your Mother", from Season One through Season 9, we were struggling with infertility. Therefore, I really connected with Lily and Marshall's struggle and the happiness they had when they conceived. When they got to the "Band or DJ" episode and Lily said that she was the most horrible person on the roof because "sometimes, I wish I wasn't a mother" I just could never fathom feeling that way. It was a horrible thing to say, but now, I want to thank How I Met Your Mother for really connecting showing the non-perfect side of parenthood.
Being a teacher is hard. Being a teacher to 96 high school students who think that Chemistry is just something they "have to get through" is daunting but very, very rewarding. I can't even imagine being a teacher to 25-35 elementary aged students! I find teaching my 19 month old daunting - so I think those teachers are amazing and fantastic. I lurk in the online moms groups of which I am a part, sometimes posting questions, sometimes answering questions in light of my experience and I am always surprised to see the threads in the following vein: I love my child's teacher, but why do they send home such a large list? It isn't like my student is going to use 3 boxes of kleenex or really needs paper towels? Why don't they just use their budget to pay for these things? If you love your child's teacher and the experience they are creating within the classroom, why are you surprised when teachers request that you purchase supplies to help continue that experience?
My husband and I take turns putting William to bed, but every night, regardless of the parent, he goes through the same bedtime routine. First, at 7PM, he has his bedtime snack. Then around 7:15PM, he gets his teeth brushed, while still in the high chair. From about 7:15-7:45PM, we let him wind down, play and finish his water. We often put something soothing on TV and just let him get the rest of the energy out. We figured out a long time ago that putting him to bed before giving him this time just resulted in him tearing like a crazy person around his crib. If he's going to be awake and playing, I want to enjoy it. Finally, we start upstairs around 7:45 (maybe 8PM), by saying "night, night, love, love" to the parent not doing bedtime, with lots of hugs and kisses, and then William will proudly climb the stairs and dashes into his room. Sometimes, he goes directly to his crib and wants to be put in, wanting to be tucked-in and read any story mom/dad chooses. Other times, he runs over to the big bin of books we have and picks out a book he wants read to him, squealing with glee while he runs to us and gives us the book. Once books are picked out, we put him into his crib, tuck him in, and read him a story.
I'm going to start off this post by admitting that I really love the reverend at my church. Reverend Kent is like everyone's favorite grandfather, he is affable, personable and just genuinely cares about his congregation. He is the one that laughed at my worry about my son spitting up all over him during his baptism. "He's a baby", he said. "I don't care if you come covered in yogurt and neither does God. Its about family and faith. Stop worrying." I admit, I may have paraphrased that a little but that is what my mom brain heard and I felt relief. I always enjoy his sermons, as he tells stories and ties in the message of the bible with everyday life. Every Sunday I feel that I leave with a new piece of knowledge and a different step on my spiritual journey, but yesterday, I felt like a thunderclap and "aha" moment during his sermon. It was one of those moments that has since permanently altered the way that I look and interact with the world.
My mom asked if she could write the Christmas Eve post, as the story, she feels, is best told from a third-person point of view. I will admit that everytime she tells the story, she finds great joy and hilarity in it, so if it brought her joy to write about it, why not?
So, here is my mom’s (Noni’s) first ever blog post.
Would you like a smile?
For the first six weeks, it seemed William would cry more-than often, stiff with pain and then he would spit-up. We talked to the doctor and the doctor continued to say that it was colic and spit-up was normal. So we continued to rock, soothe and calm our crying and upset baby. Finally, I started googling the symptoms after a night of about 3 hours of sleep and everything we were seeing pointed to GERD. The article said that an infant would sleep comfortably in a more upright position on their tummy. I was so tired though, this was something I knew I didn’t dare try until I was wide awake and maybe had someone to help me monitor him.
If you were the mom Saturday in the parking lot of the mall right outside of Cheesecake Factory I want to apologize. I'm sorry that you thought I'd sit behind you, waiting for your spot while continuously honking for over 2 minutes.
I know you thought it was me, as when you pulled out, you immediately pulled over, put on your hazards marched back to my car and asked, nay demanded, if there was a problem. I explained, badly and a little haphazardly, that they impatient individual behind me had lost his mind. You then mumbled that maybe I was just trying to tell you you'd dropped something. You then turned around, hurried back to your car and quickly drove away.
I was scrolling through my Facebook feed at about 8:30PM last night and a story appeared about a couple in Colorado whose 6-year-old son had wandered away from home, on a cold freezing night. They had been looking for him for a few days, there were state trooping out looking for him and heartstoppingly, they had found the small frozen body of a child in a pond very close to their house. Now, at this time, they haven't identified if the body is that of the missing child or not, but when I read that story my heart went out to the parents. I couldn't even imagine facing this new year without my darling William and I went to the comments to send my love, prayers and hope for them. As in this trying time, they needed support and positivity. Instead, what I found was hatred and vengeance at the parents as the holier-than-though keyboard parents decided that a child wandering away from home, must be, of course, the parents fault. I mean, why would any parent ever take their eyes of their children? You are supposed to take them to the bathroom with you, monitor them constantly while you take a shower, cook dinner, help any other kids in the house and forget having a moment to yourself to unwind, you are supposed to be constantly hovering over and aiding your kids, if these faceless keyboard parents who spew such vitriol are to be believed. Seriously, though, these things can happen in just one blink.
Let us remember that no one is perfect before we, ourselves, become keyboard vigilantes spewing judgement and indignation through a veil of anonymity. Instead, be a voice of kindness, reason and love.
I was scrolling through the most recent postings on one of the mom's groups of which Iam a member. The post caught my eye, as it seemed the perfect post to add my unique view as a mom and an educator. This mom's son had been suspended from school for disrupting the class through physical outbursts and vulgar language. At this point, mom had grounded the son, taken all electronics away, outside activities away and suspended all special priviledges. She was asking the group for any ideas on what else she could do to really get the message to her son that his behavior was unacceptable. At the very end of the post, she mentioned her son was seven years old. I quickly rescanned the post and noticed that nowhere did she mention that she had talked to her son about his behavior, she just started the punishment without understanding the reasons behind the behavior. I went to go write my response, which I will share here in a minute, but someone elses response caught my eye. Another mother said that she strongly suggested that the mother wash the boy's mouth out with soap, of course making sure it was organic, chemical free soap, as that would teach him the importance of a clean mouth. I was shocked. I was horrified. We are in 2016 and we are still preaching actual physical harm to children to teach them a lesson? If I were to clean out my coworkers or students vulgar mouth with soap it would be considered assualt, yet, when parents do it it is considered discipline.
When the necessity arises to discipline your child, please, never act in anger, ask yourself what your want your child to learn and practice thoughtful discipline.
No, this isn't the GOOP Guide (who needs a Leather Bike?) to gift giving and in the spirit of #SmallBusinessSaturday and #CyberMonday, I tried to find fun and unique presents for those under the age fo 18, that also will support a small and growing business, primarily online.
Recently, I have been following the story of Ben Carter, a severely autistic teenager in England, who would only drink from a very specific Tommee Tippee cup. His dad, who had to twice hospitalize Ben due to dehydration, was worried that the sippy cup that Ben used would eventually break or become unusable and that he would not have a replacement. Therefore, he turned to social media and started the hashtag #CupforBen to try to harness the power of social media to find this all-important cup for his son.
Soon, there were people searching cabinets, through their garages and all over their houses to find the specific Tommee Tippee cup, that was no longer being manufactuered. This global search caught the attention of Tommee Tippee, whom instead of ignoring or minimalizing this father's plea, took action. They had their team members look for the original mold of the cup and finding it in usable condition, are completing a limited run of the cup specifically for Bet Carter. His dad will never have to worry about his son not having his cup again, which may decrease some of his hospitilizations, as they will now have 500 of the Tommee Tippee cup.
Thank you, Tommee Tippee for being a leader in corporate compassion and kindness!
Find the original article here: http://edition.cnn.com/2016/11/30/health/tommee-tippee-sippy-cup-autistic-boy-trnd/index.html
I can envision him showing his children how to decorate with garlands and putting on ornaments, and one day, he will be the one in charge of the special tree....
Parents, in the hospital, dealing with heart wrenching pain and grief, are then faced with finding something suitable, which fits, to bury their love and heart. This is where the non-profit Heavenly Bound Gowns, aids local hospitals in helping parents through this time of grief, raw emotion and transition.
Heavenly Bound Gowns truly go out of their way to aid grieiving families through this tremendous time of loss and heartache
Bill Wilson said "To the world you may be one person but to one person you may be the world". To me, what that means, is that our actions may cause ripple effects throughout the world. Showing one person that they are cared about may make all the difference in their world. The 30 Day Thoughtfulness Challenge puts this into action and is a great way to teach little kids thoughtfulness, mindfulness and kindness. Its simple: every day for 30 days mail a kind thought, an inspirational quote or a message of hope. It doesn't need to be elaborate, it just needs to be every day for 30 days.
“To the world you may be one person but to one person you may be the world.” - Bill Wilson