So I’m still breastfeeing Brandt. My goal of 12 months has come and gone and I continue to nurse him twice a day.
Before he was born, I made the commitment to nurse for 1 year. After his arrival I discovered I had very conflicted feelings toward breastfeeding. The decision to continue nursing was a constant emotional battle for me ... I wanted to breastfeed (because I had made that commitment) but I felt trapped, exhausted and anxious. During those first few weeks I never knew how much he was eating, if it was enough. And I was too paranoid to pump bottles. So it was definitely a challenging time in my life. I survived with the help of several lactation consultants and a very helpful breastfeeding support group. You’d think (if you’ve never had a kid) that breastfeeding is easy, "the most natural thing in the world" ... not the case. It can be more difficult for some than others, but it is definitely very emotionally and physically demanding during those first few weeks.
Now Brandt is almost 14 months old, and obviously I was able to reach my initial goal. I feel proud and accomplished for sticking with it. I am not one of those breastfeeding nazi types ... I totally understand that moms have to choose which option works best for their situation. And I respect everyone’s decision.
I am once again conflicted. I enjoy the bond I feel when I nurse Brandt first thing in the morning and right before bed, and it makes me feel like he’s still my baby. Once I 100% wean him I know I will feel a little sadness. But I know an end is near ... because eventhough I will miss his "baby-ness", I would really like my body (and boobs) back.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
The "Mom" Haircut
I was going for the Katie Holmes look. I should have known that just because I get my hair cut short, it does not mean I will magically transform into glamour-mom. Far from it. Now I just need a minivan and 2 more kids.
The Most Magical Time
Once again, we see celebrities glamorizing the early days of parenthood.
I want to read about celebrity moms who tell it like it is: exhausting, anxiety-inducing, I’m still wearing my maternity clothes and barely taking a shower once a day and haven’t shave my legs in 2 weeks. But maybe that was just me. These pictures are bullshit.
Granted, J-Lo has money ... so she can pay other people to care for her newborns while she hangs out in her couture gowns with perfect hair and makeup. So I guess that makes it OK.
And what is up with Marc Anthony prancing around in a pink cardigan?
Monday, March 10, 2008
Why My House Isn't Clean
Babies Don’t Keep
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth.
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due,
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo.
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew,
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo.
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo,
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,
But 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.
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth.
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due,
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo.
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew,
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo.
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo,
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,
But 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.
Monday, March 3, 2008
How to Successfully Not Sell Your House
Step 1. Own a house on "Cowhead Saddle Lane"
Step 2. Own a house that is directly behind Safeway.
Step 3. Put above mentioned house on the market during the largest national housing slump in the past 10 years.
Step 4. Hold 14 open houses, only to have people tell you that your house is behind a Safeway (news flash) and that is the reason they won't make an offer.
Step 5. Continue to keep above mentioned house on the market (eventhough all hope seems lost) because you are under contract for a newer, nicer, bigger home (that is NOT behind Safeway) and the only way you can get your earnest money back is by forcing the builder to cancel your contract because you can't sell your house even after reducing the price several times ... but mostly you can't sell your house because it is behind Safeway.
Step 2. Own a house that is directly behind Safeway.
Step 3. Put above mentioned house on the market during the largest national housing slump in the past 10 years.
Step 4. Hold 14 open houses, only to have people tell you that your house is behind a Safeway (news flash) and that is the reason they won't make an offer.
Step 5. Continue to keep above mentioned house on the market (eventhough all hope seems lost) because you are under contract for a newer, nicer, bigger home (that is NOT behind Safeway) and the only way you can get your earnest money back is by forcing the builder to cancel your contract because you can't sell your house even after reducing the price several times ... but mostly you can't sell your house because it is behind Safeway.
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