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Snip snip sneakiness

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On Friday, the mommy alarm bells were going off.  I felt Norah was up to something but couldn’t put my finger on it.  As usual, I nursed Cedar to sleep for her afternoon nap.  It took around 10 minutes.  When I returned to Norah, I noticed she was wearing a hat but didn’t think much of it.  I swept up some playdough and opened the trashbin to dump it when…

Oh my.  The trashbin was full of blond hair.  *don’t react strongly, don’t react strongly*  Her friends, Maris and Clementine, have also recently cut their hair so I knew it was a possibility.

Me:  Norah, you cut your hair.  Let me see. 

Norah:  Removes hat with an impish grin.

Whew!  No scalp showing.  Wow…she did a pretty good job.  Still, I’m sad that she has bangs now.  What a hassle.

I didn’t find a single blond hair anywhere except in the trash and the kitchen scissors were neatly returned to their drawer.  We’re calling it “chunky layers.”  And look how much she looks like my preschool self:

I didn’t know about this sneaky side.  A new characteristic for the journey.

Not much that a hot bath won’t cure

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I do have birthy things to say.  But this post is again gonna be about a darling child of mine.  So to satisfy the birthy folks:

I’m in the middle of a Hypnobabies class and thoroughly enjoying the couples attending.  We keep running out of time which I hope means we’re having mindful dialogue and not that I’m rambling on.  I’m also excited that 3 of my next 4 births are repeat clients.  It is such a compliment to be contacted as soon as a former client finds out she’s expecting.

Ok, now to the real purpose of my post. 

Doesn’t she look like she wants a glass of wine and dim lights?  We don’t have a baby tub.  Cedar and I started out bathing together and then when she could sit, we moved her to the kitchen sink where she splashed with abandon.  Now, she has decided that when placed in bubbly warm water, she must lean back and stretch out–her feet usually propped against one end, her head against the other.  She doesn’t splash.  She relaxes.  Sometimes she has the water up to her chin as she wiggles down to submerge.  A girl after my own heart.   

And since I gave her a banana to mutilate while I blogged, we’re off for bathtime now.

Words at the Family Gathering

[interrupting my discourse on Jesus and breastfeeding]

Scott: I know what I’m gonna build you!

Me: Ooo, what?

Scott: A soapbox.

Cedar–6 months

I am terribly surprised that Cedar turned half a year yesterday.  How it flies.  So how is she doing?

Health:  no sicklies so far.  I attribute that, in part, to all her wonderful milk mamas who have passed on their immunities to her.

Hyper:  she is a mover and a shaker.  Always the flapping of arms, rapid breath, quickening heart.  She is desperate to crawl.  She does push-ups; lifting all but her hands and toes off the ground.  I cannot wear her on my hip because she is a grabber and I quickly learned that a back-carry is a must. 

Houdini:  she tries to escape from any baby holder in which she is placed.  The instant she is put into a bouncy chair, she begins arching her back and inching until she sits on the floor with a grin.  Of course, we don’t leave her in a bouncy unstrapped unsupervised.  But it is fun to watch this houdini act.    

Habit:  Much to my surprise, she is content when I take her on consults or even do presentations.  She sits happily squealing her dolphin squeaks and flapping those arms.  She is decidedly not content for anyone (!!) else to hold her very long.  And that is the most difficult part of the Cedar gig.  I have a month-long break once my current clients birth and I plan to use it to help her expand her knowledge of the loving folks around her.  No idea how.  Open to ideas.  Please!! 

Sleep:  The question everyone asks of every new mama:  How is she sleeping?  Cedar sleeps normally.  So many people forget that babies are biologically programmed to sleep in short cycles as a protection against sleeping too deeply.  They are born with an immature Circadian rhythm that slowly settles into pattern.  Of course, just when the pattern sets–well, then there’s teething, growth spurts, etc. to interrupt sleep.   I don’t get too stressed about sleep.  She takes 2-3 naps per day and nurses off and on at night.  I rarely get out of bed with her; usually we stay put and she nurses while I doze.  The “problem,” if there is one, is that she nurses to sleep and it is the only way (other than wearing her in a wrap) she goes to sleep.  So if she wakes, we nurse.  And this is a problem if I’m gone all night for a birth.  Of course, The No-Cry Sleep Solution has some ideas for changing the sleep-suck association but, frankly, it is too easy to nurse her right now.  Sorry Scott–you’re on your own if I’m away.

And if anyone would like to see the hyper little babe:

Words from My 4 Year Old

Bird-watching in the snow

I kept a notepad near me so I could catch some of her words today. 

  • “I’m the mommy.”
  • “You can never eat again.  NEVER.”
  • “Feed Cedar to the lions.”
  • “I broke mine ankle.  All the bones came out.  But I put them back in.”
  • “You’re kidding me?  Blackbird has the letter ‘C’ in it?  Are you sure?”
  • “I need one of those things what make little things bigger.”  (a microscope)
  • “You forgot to sweep under the rug yesterday.  Look at that dirt!  Do it now.”
  • “You’re never gonna pet Jude again.  NEVER.”
  • “I’m going to Heaven first.  You don’t get to go to Heaven first.  I do.  Hmph.”
  • “Put Cedar out in the grass.”
  • “You stink.  Cedar put her stinky on you.”
  • “You go in the kitchen.  I’ll watch over Cedar.”  (yeah right!)

Are you seeing any trends? 

But my favorite:

“Mom, you’re the bestest mommy in the whole wide world.”  (Ok, that was after I made hot chocolate and popcorn).

Congratulations, You’re Pregnant and…

You have choices:

1)  You can choose the status quo:  do what your doctor says, show up at the hospital when your labor begins (or more likely your induction), vaccinate according to the CDC schedule, etc. 

or

2)  Scramble to become an astute researcher in a very short while:  learn to discern myth from reality, question the status quo, wonder where the boundaries of your new power as parent begin and end.

And that myth from reality part is tough even for doctors!  I was at a birth during which the mom opted for an epidural.  The anesthesiologist said, “There is no truth to the myth that epidurals slow down labor.”  No less than 10 minutes after he left the room, the OB came in and said, “Now, we know that epidurals often slow labor…” 

Frankly, choice 1 comes with less stress.  Choosing this path is not indicative of your parenting merit or your character.  It is a choice.  I’ve had clients who made this choice.  They hire a doula to guard their informed consent or provide need-to-know info on the spot. 

Choice 2 requires quite a bit of work.  And if you’ve not been thinking much about birth or the politics/litigation/trends of the American birth scene, it can feel overwhelming to tackle such a monster during pregnancy. 

To me, choosing the second path has the benefit of springboarding you into parenting.  Most things in parenting are not cut and dry.  There are hard choices to make and for the first time, perhaps, you’re making big choices for another human being.  Pregnancy is a wonderful time to begin finding your mama or papa voice. 

Noelle and Zach are doing this.  And not just about their birth choices.  Before they became pregnant, they were already thinking through questions of vaccinations. 

Eek…the dreaded vaccination question.  CDC schedule, alternate schedule, no schedule?  Aluminum, mercury, pertussis, oh my!

Ha!  If there is one area I refuse to give advice, it is vaccinations.  There is risk on both sides.  And I believe only the parent has the right to decide which risk to take:  possible disease or possible side-effect. 

Ah but Noelle and Zach are in a unique position.  They not only get to decide about the usual shots (around 20 before the age of 6 months), they also get to decide about shots like japanese encephalitis and rabies.  See, these cats will be moving to a developing country when their wee one is around 5 or 6 months.  Shhh…don’t tell them I said this but I’m very glad I’m not in their shoes when it comes to making decisions about those vaccines!   

Pregnancy is a beautiful time to try out our courage,  our strength, and our intuition.  Pregnancy is a beautiful time to begin parenting.

The Break Up

My sister broke up with her OB this week.  She still hasn’t decided where she will birth but she knows it won’t be at the giant, high c-section rate baby factory–the only place her OB delivers. 

Her regular doctor wasn’t in so she saw another woman in the practice.  The break up went something like this:

Noelle:  I don’t want to deliver at __________.

Doc:  Oh, well, um that’s where we deliver.  Where were you thinking of going?

Noelle:  I’m considering a homebirth.

Doc (with a look of pity):  I don’t think you’ll find any midwives around here.

Noelle:  I know several midwives around here.

Doc:  Not licensed ones.

Noelle:  Yes, licensed ones.

Doc:  Well.  I think you should talk with Dr. _____ [your regular OB].  I’m sure she would be willing to let you try for a natural birth.

Dear reader, please let that settle, won’t you?  I’m sure she would be willing to let you try for a natural birth. 

Sigh.

The Continuing Saga of a Young Pregnant Couple

I’m going to keep blogging about them until I’m told to stop!  Hee hee.

In the continuing saga of Noelle and Zach’s first pregnancy:

Noelle found out she is not eligible for FMLA.  Or rather, the small not-for-profit company for whom she works is not required to participate in FMLA.  So no maternity leave that way.

They are, like many couples, wading through their birth options.  The doctor she normally sees only delivers at the large public hospital with a fairly high c-section rate.  She assumed her insurance would cover a freestanding birth center but nope.  Not gonna happen.  A homebirth is a reasonably priced choice–and of course, comes with the added bonus of a low intervention rate–but will still cost considerably more than her out-of-pocket at a hospital.  Choices.  Choices. 

Stay tuned.

In happier news, Noelle and Zach did get to see their wee poppy seed via an 8 week ultrasound.  And got a DVD recording of it to forever keep.  Fancy schmancy!

Life in the Hermit House

Just a little update:

Cedar:  She is 5 months now.  She continues to cry if anyone other than Scott holds her.  I’m told she settles eventually if I’m not around but that doesn’t make it easy for me, the caregiver, or Cedar.  I wonder what it is about her temperament that causes this reaction.  She is a smiley little thing with a snakey long tongue but sometimes if family/friends look at her, she will fall apart into tears.  She doesn’t do this with strangers.  So odd.  Cedar is an easy baby if we stay home.  So we stay home.  Alot.  I was gone for 17 hours for a birth (hoorah wonderful VBAC homebirth!) and thanks to Carey, mom, and Scott, Cedar was well-cared for while I was away.  No permanent damage!     

Norah:  She is 4.  And lately, the whining and tantruming have re-surfaced.  I thought we left those way behind.  There are also many dramatic “I hates” and “I will nevers” and stomping of feet.  I feel some urgency to intervene before she is ruined forever.  But I know the urgency is only in my head.  She is fine and finding her independence which I’m sure is scary.  And finding her place in the family now that she is not an only child.  Today, I experimented with feeding her protein snacks much more frequently and the whining has dramatically decreased.  

Me:  I long for a few hours without Cedar.  I leave her with Scott when I teach classes or go to prenatals but I would like to go out for coffee with my husband.  We went to a concert in Asheville Sunday night at The Grey Eagle and yes, I wore my baby.  Thankfully she slept through most of it but I covered her ears because the band was loud.  I admit I felt a little out of place. 

Scott:  keeps on turning out the gorgeous wood.  Check out this cedar baby spoon. 

Expectations

See those two snazzy kids in the background?  That is my brother-in-law, Zach, and my sister, Noelle.

Doesn’t Cedar fit nicely between them?  I think so.  Next Christmas, they will have a babe that size!

In fact, their wee one shares the same due date as Cedar.  What are the chances?  I think they are so frugal they matched the dates to get all the right hand-me-downs. 

Norah has already begun advising the happy parents-to-be on how to give birth.  Complete with demonstrations.  “It’s easy.  You just squat in the water and Uncle Zach helps the baby swim to the top.” 

I think I’m more excited about my one and only sister giving birth than I was about doing it myself!  Noelle attended both of my births.  I’m thrilled to be able to watch her begin her own journey to motherhood. 

Stay tuned.  More to come on the Noelle/Zach pregnancy!  Well, unless they tell me not to blog about them…

ETA:  One of the first things Noelle has learned is that US employers are not required to provide paid maternity leave.  Employees are required to use sick/vacation days or go on short-term disability.  The US is one of four countries that doesn’t provide paid leave to new mamas.  The others are Swaziland, Lesotho, and Papua New Guinea.  Want to do something about that?  Check out momsrising.