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Turning Wood

My husband got a lathe for Christmas and he has been a busy woodsy man.

The honey dipper with the reddish handle is from fallen cedar we found in my parent’s forest.  The dark wood salt cellar is from Scott’s grandfather–some black walnut from his forest.  The other honey dippers are from pine and redwood.  He also made a stunning wooden scoop from cedar.  Everything is finished with local beeswax.  Not sure yet what I’m doing with the tiny pine scoop pictured.  I’m keeping catnip in the salt cellar. 

Why do I need catnip, you ask.  Catnip is an excellent and safe herb for babies.  It soothes digestions, helps with achy gums, and (bonus!) acts as instant lullaby.  I keep it growing in abundance. 

Another woodsy feature to our holidays:  Norah wanted to give a gift to Cedar.  So Scott cut some baby blocks with nice grips for baby hands and Norah spent hours sanding them.  Then they coated them with beeswax.  Such a sweet gift. 

I love my crafty woodsman.  Even when his shoes fill with sawdust and spill out onto the bedroom floor.  Even when he stays in his workshop until 3am.

4 Month Comparison

Cedar and Norah at 4 months

Wordless Wednesday–waiting for Mimi

Norah’s Prayer

GetAttachmentThis is what she prayed last night:

Dear God,

Hey. 

I want a rainbow bedspread and a rainbow cake for my birthday.  I’ll be four December 9.  K? 

And I want binoculars for I can see you.

When I get big I want to marry you for I can be big like you. 

 Amen.  Goodnight.  Be comfy.  Bye.

(Then she blew God a kiss)

I love that cheeky spirit!

The Treats

Halloween is my husband’s favorite holiday.  Something about Autumn+Candy+Cartoons+Costumes makes for his perfect day.

From our first year of marriage, I’ve been making ghoulish Halloween treats to celebrate the day.  This year, I wanted them to be a bit healthier.

My spinach hummus graveyard:

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The swamp juice and Jack:

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The swamp juice is made with tapioca pearls with a swedish fish floating about.  I had planned to use seltzer water and lemonade but found a drink called “Snow” I wanted to try from Amazing Savings.  It was yummmm.

Jack is a gutted orange filled with fruit pieces. 

Scott drew the line at the raisins I wanted to hand out as treats to trick-or-treaters.  We settled on bags of pretzels and candy.

Googly Eyes

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The things I googled today–

  • postpartum hair loss
  • “the language of the brag”
  • placenta teddy bears (because people have totally lost their minds)
  • postpartum hair loss prevention
  • acorn squash recipes
  • drops like stars
  • Great Lake Swimmers

Highlights of the day–

  • Celebrating with Natalie at her blessingway
  • Getting to eat a piece of cake by Makesha
  • Visiting with friends
  • Lunch with my parents
  • Eating crusty bread with butter.  Loads of butter
  • Having a sweet, sleeping baby tied to me
  • Driving 10 miles without Cedar crying (she likes B93.7 so I cranked it)

Lowpoints of the day–

  • Cedar screaming as I sat down to lunch with my parents
  • Crying as I unsuccessfully try to calm Cedar
  • Being jealous of everyone who doesn’t have a baby tied to them
  • Thoughts of simply driving away toward the mountains as Scott drove home with the girls
  • Listening to B93.7

Our Nature Table

We have created a nature space on our dining room table.  I wanted to have a stand alone nature table but space is a commodity in our home and the dining room table is the most common spot for our family to gather.  It made sense to combine the two. 

Norah collects bits of nature during the day and when we gather for dinner, Scott joins in to help Norah identify objects she has found and to discuss their place in ecology.  I added a field guide to trees as a “cheat sheet” for us when we get stuck! 

In this picture, she has placed a mushroom, flower, leaf, two nuts, and a snake.  The baby snake was caught in a spider web.  We kept him for identification and then let him go. 

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1+1=?

What a new child equals, or my new math.

1+1=mourning.  I am mourning the change in relationship with Norah.  We were two.  We spent days together.  She played independently because she knew I was right there anytime she needed me.  Now, she isn’t so sure I’m there for her.  And often I’m not.  So the independence is gone.  She wants to touch me all day long and sit right! beside! me!  Like right now.  Her little arms are wrapped around my arm and she keeps touching my hands as they type.  She is quieter.  With her forced smile that once only came out when her feelings were hurt and she didn’t want to cry.  Now it is here much of the day.  And it makes me incredibly sad–this change.  And I would like nothing more than to spend an entire day; just the two of us.  But now we are three.  And I am mourning.

1+1=guilt.  I cannot give 100% to both girls just now.  Ever?  Sometimes I take longer to soothe Cedar because I’m in the middle of tying Norah’s shoes or making her lunch.  And, more often, I’m telling Norah to “wait” or “do it yourself” or “be a big girl.”  I say “don’t” all the time.  For things that are inconsequential.

1+1=short fuse.  I cannot believe how thin my patience is right now.  Where is the gentleness?  I find myself snapping at Norah constantly.  Before sitting down to type this post, I threw Norah’s watering pot into a tree because she hit me with it (accidentally) and it woke the baby.  I don’t normally act that way!  And I am totally touched out.  I say “Baby, please don’t hug me right now” or “Honey, let go of me” twenty times a day as if adding an endearment makes it better.

1+1=extreme mommy brain.  Like the day I was feeding Cedar some donor breastmilk with a syringe and I sucked up coffee into the syringe instead of milk.  Don’t worry–I didn’t feed it to her!  Or the morning I taught Norah left from right but realized later I taught her backwards.  The best one:  this morning on the way to the park when Norah informs me that I forgot to put underwear on her.  And she’s wearing a dress. 

1+1=chaos.  No organization.  Very little accomplished.  Husband going in one direction with one child.  Me heading the opposite.  Exhaustion. 

I know it would be wonderful if I ended this entry with 1+1=twice the joy but right on time, Cedar is waking.  Twice the joy later…

Newborn Photos

When Cedar was a 8 days old, we had a newborn session with the Great Tracie Birch

Over the years, I’ve seen many of my doula clients and friends get newborn sessions with Tracie and I was super excited to finally have my turn!  Ok, first, Tracie is the most patient person I’ve ever met.  She moved so slowly to get Cedar calmly and gently placed.  I never worried about her handling my baby because she is clearly a baby whisperer.  I would have given up many times on some of the shots.  During the process, she got peed on, bitten by two ant bites, and scraped her elbow lying on the concrete.  Tracie even caught a poop blow-out and made it look fun.  Don’t worry, I didn’t include those pics!   

Call her.  Schedule her.  You will have so much fun and you won’t regret it.

 

Postpartum: the good, the bad, and the ugly

Having survived my first day alone with a 3 year old and a newborn, I am–if not settling into–at least, accepting my new normal. 

Here are some highlights from my first two weeks:

Husband:  Aside from being the best birth partner on the planet, Scott played host to our visitors, cleaned house, had special daddy/daughter dates with Norah, brought me 156 million cups of Mother’s Milk Tea, made delicious breakfasts, and was the all-around hero of the story.

Family:  My family is incredible.  They have fed me, cleaned my house, and picked up strange items I needed at obscure places (my mom went all over Greenville searching for myrrh, no-sugar added coconut water, and vegetarian capsules).  And check out the wonderful cloth wipes my mother-in-law sewed.  Yes, she embroidered “Cedar” on them.  I bet I have the only personalized bum wipes in town. 

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Friends:  I knew my friends were wonderful but wow!  First, this food chain idea is the best.postpartum.gift. EVER.  Period.  We’ve been supplied with a delicious meal every night–beginning with mom bringing our traditional Sunday feast over after the birth.  I’ve had friends drive 45 minutes to an hour to bring a meal!  It has blown me away.  And Cassandra drove from the far side of the world to give me a day-after acupuncture treatment!  Spoiled.  Utterly spoiled.  And Scott keeps saying, “Wow, you have great friends!”  Yes.  Yes, I do.

Placenta:  When Carey heard I had more bleeding than expected, she swooped into action to arrange for my placenta to be encapsulated by our friend Crystal.  I had wanted to do this but felt I would be too busy with my “galactagogue plan” to take time to do it myself.  The placenta is rich in nutrients, vitamins, and hormones that can assist the body in recovering.  And many people believe that it can prevent or lessen the effects of postpartum depression.  In some studies, it has shown an 86% success rate in increasing milk supply.  So bring on the placenta. 

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Diapers:  Having never cloth diapered a newborn (we started late with Norah), I have been pleasantly surprised at how smoothly that has gone.  She hasn’t worn any disposables.  I was worried the meconium would stain.  It didn’t.  I had two grassy green stains (from the chlorophyll supplement I’m taking) that disappeared after I put the dipes in the sun for a few hours.  Magic.   

Breastfeeding:  This one is a day-by-day.  I had breast reduction surgery 12 years ago.  There have been days I supplement an ounce or so with donated breastmilk based on signs from Cedar and her weight.  I’m using a syringe and feeding her with it while she is latched and actively nursing.  I prefer this method to the SNS.  I weigh her almost daily with the same scale we used at birth.  I definitely have more milk than I did with Norah.  It takes two weeks for domperidone to reach maximum effectiveness so I’m hopeful my supply will continue to increase.  I increased my domperidone dosage from 90mg/day to 120mg/day this week.  Unfortunately, the domperidone causes horrible headaches and the only thing that helps is a cup of coffee.  Do I give my child caffeine so that I can continue to make milk?  Yep.  I’ve been reading that the headaches fade with time.  So we’re still in a wait-and-see place.  But I’m hopeful.  And regardless, I know I’ve done everything I could.  I feel really positive. 

Babywearing:  Hoorah for wearing babies!  Cedar loves being worn.  So far, the Maya ring sling and the Moby wrap have been her favorites.  I didn’t expect to use the ring sling much since I prefer wraps.  I would have gotten a prettier sling.  I’m disappointed that she doesn’t like the My BabyNest.  But that is why I have so many products–she might like it next week…

In other news, I’ve been pooped on 4 times and peed on 3 times.  I’ve realized I need more nursing tanks.  I spend most of my day nursing.  I’m writing this blog entry with a sleeping baby snuggled to my chest in a Moby wrap.  I love it.