Wednesday

What is Facebook So Afraid Of?

























    Not everyone in corporate America is afraid of breastfeeding...


    I was very pleased when I opened my new Babies R Us coupon mailer to find not only a coupon for 20% off any item (score!) but much to my surprise and joy there is a very sweet picture of a beautiful mother breastfeeding her precious baby. What is so unusual about a picture capturing a tender moment between mother and child in a Babies R Us ad, you ask?  Well, this mother is lovingly breastfeeding her sweet little baby outside at the park without a cover.  

    Let me repeat that in case the significance of photo like this making it's way onto a print ad for a huge company might have been lost on someone.  Boppy and Babies R Us have chosen to champion and promote the normalization of breastfeeding by placing a photo of a mother discretely BREASTFEEDING her baby OUTSIDE in PUBLIC WITHOUT A COVER!  Kudos to Boppy and Kudos to Babies R Us!  As a breastfeeding mother, I thank you for supporting the normalization of breastfeeding and for choosing this photo for your ad. 

    You may not realize this but an innocent photo of you breastfeeding your child in your Facebook photo album would be deleted soon after it was uploaded in order to sanitize your profile because it falls outside the boundaries of the Facebook photo guidelines. A photo of a mother breastfeeding her child is deemed too prurient for facebook. However, a photo of a woman wearing next to nothing in a very compromising pose eliciting sex is appropriate...(according to Facebook.) In addition to this double-standard a fake profile that was put up on Facebook to harass a young girl by her peers at school took over a year to take down AFTER this poor girl committed suicide due to the extreme amount of bullying she received due to this fake profile.  Yet breastfeeding photos are taken down in record time and reported and flagged as "sexually explicit" and profiles are quickly suspended or shut down for having breastfeeding photos as was the case for Emma Kwasnica back in January 2012. In an interview by the Huffington Post she said, "It's such a double-standard: if you type in 'breasts' on Facebook, you can see pages with thousands of members where there are naked breasts... How is that happening when at least 30 women I know have had accounts shut down for a single breastfeeding image?" She went on to say, "Someone sent me a friend request today, and the profile photo is just an erect penis." 

    Sex sells advertisements.  

    It makes you wonder where people's priorities are when a mother breastfeeding a child is seen as something sexual or inappropriate because some skin might be exposed or because of the child's age or because a person can't think that a breast is meant for anything other than a sexual fantasy.  Are we that far removed from the most basic and natural way mothers have been feeding their babies since the beginning of our existence?  

    Breastfeeding has been quite the hot topic lately as we've seen on TV, all over the internet on various mom's forums and blogs. Celebrities like Mayim Bialik (from the 1990's show Blossom - who holds a Ph.D. in Neuroscience by the way) are writing books "Beyond the Sling: A Real-Life Guide to Raising Confident, Loving Children the Attachment Parenting Way" and speaking out in support of breastfeeding, Attachment Parenting, extended breastfeeding - which is breastfeeding beyond the first year, etc. 

    There were many impassioned reactions to the latest cover of the now famous Time magazine article of mother Jamie Lynn Grumet breastfeeding her 3 1/2 year old son. The article was about Dr. Sears and the Attachment Parenting community who believe in the many benefits of extended breastfeeding, however, the cover upset many breastfeeding moms as well because the title "Are You Mom Enough?" sounds like it is trying to turn motherhood into some sort of competition pitting mothers against each other for the decisions they have made for their family.  

    We are even seeing mothers getting harassed by employees and patrons in public places like we saw recently with Katie Jane Hamilton who was discreetly breastfeeding her overtired toddler in a quiet corner at LACMA and received a complaint via a museum security guard by a couple who was uncomfortable with her breastfeeding in public.  Never mind the fact that she was sitting in an area surrounded by naked sculptures of women that were seen as works of art by the very patrons who complained about a mother nursing her child.  Katie Jane and her daughter were then approached by a female security guard who walked up and said, "You need to cover up."  

    I wonder how "uncomfortable" the couple would have been as well as everyone else within ear shot if Hamilton had not tended to her child's needs of being fussy and overtired and had not chosen to comfort her to sleep in peace and quiet and just let her toddler run the museum halls wild with a raging temper tantrum because her mother was too ashamed, uncomfortable or embarrassed to nurse her in public?

    I'm also having a serious issue with the lack of decorum and manners that seemed to be displayed by an employee of an establishment to a paying patron and supporter of the very place where she is employed.  As well as the fact that a woman is demanding another woman to stop doing something she was biologically designed to do...but that is for another post.  

    Every good mother knows her child well enough to know their limits and when we are in public most of us try to do everything within our power to keep the peace when it comes to the earth shattering tantrums a very small child can unleash when they are cranky, overtired, overstimulated, hungry, hurt, bored, special needs or even when having too much fun. Many of us know that there are many factors that can come into play when a child is throwing a tantrum and often times it has nothing to do with them being an "unruly brat who just needs to be spanked" as is the common blanket statement made from onlookers regarding such behavior. 

    We all know what those glances from strangers feel like when our child is past their breaking point.  We've all been somewhere where a child is going crazy and disrupting everyone with their cries and screams despite a parent's very best efforts and tantrum diffusing parenting techniques. Wouldn't it be nice if everyone had a "secret weapon" like nursing mothers do with being able to quietly breastfeed a child back to sleep or happiness that doesn't involve yelling back at them, spanking them which only exacerbates the tantrum, or giving them candy, ice cream or some expensive version of an electronic ibabysitter?  

    For the record, candy, ice cream and ipads can be a beautiful thing and all have their time and place and are used by both breastfeeding and bottle feeding mothers alike, but when you really think about it when a child is at their most frazzled state all they really want in most cases is the comforting and loving touch of a parent, and nursing a child can be just what they need to feel safe, secure and loved.  Yet so many nursing mothers do not feel comfortable nursing in public even though deep down they know it would be the best thing for their child at that time.  Despite the assumptions, not everyone has an issue with mothers breastfeeding in public. Do we really want to be making crucial parenting decisions that impact our children based on a possible stranger's judgments and their personal issues or do would we rather go with our gut and our natural mothering instinct and do what we feel is best for our child?

    The LACMA story spread quickly inciting many blog posts and comments as well as a few Facebook pages started by Hamilton in an effort to spread the word about breastfeeding and educate the public about a mother's right to breastfeed in public. The story was even covered by local Los Angeles television news stations. Many were pleased to see the swift apology from LACMA regarding the incident and the promise to educate their employees about the law in California protecting a women's right to breastfeed her child in public since 1997. 

    California Civil Code § 43-53. 
    1997 Section 43.3 of the Civil Code
    43.3.  Notwithstanding any other provision of law, a mother may breastfeed her child in any location, public or private, except the private home or residence of another, where the mother and the child are otherwise authorized to be present.

    Speaking as a member of the breastfeeding community, we feel happy with the outcome of their heartfelt apology and do have every confidence that this will never happen again at their museum. We also have high hopes that other establishments will now be informed of the law and follow suit. Education is a powerful thing! Despite the opinions of some bloggers who are basing assumptions off wrong information, there are no plans for a mass nurse-in at LACMA since they have issued an apology and are making attempts to educate their employees.  However, the breastfeeding support page Hamilton created Hey LA! Breastfeeding Isn't Shameful! is planning a peaceful mass nurse-in soon in Los Angeles, Ca to promote breastfeeding, educate the public regarding the breastfeeding law and to show support for breastfeeding in public. Follow the page for more details regarding time, date and location. 

    The more we normalize breastfeeding and stop the sexualization of breastfeeding mothers the more we will see the tides turn in favor of supporting a mother's decision to breastfeed her baby whenever and where ever a child needs to be fed. The next time you see a child happily nursing quietly in a public place you should smile and thank the mother for her courage and for tending to her child's most basic needs rather than let them cry and scream and disrupt everyone around them on the off chance of making a stranger passing by feel uncomfortable for whatever issue they might have regarding breastfeeding. Mothers should tend to their child's basic needs of nourishment, comfort, security, safety and love wherever they are regardless of how it makes other people feel. These are first and foremost our most important jobs as mothers and strangers passing by should not even be a factor in the equation.

    If you want to be outraged by a choice a parent is making in regards to their child, fight the battles against the parents who are abandoning, neglecting and/or purposely harming their children and who are choosing to not take care of their basic needs. Don't pick on the ones who are doing their best to raise their child with love. A child can be loved and comforted and feel safe regardless if they are being fed by breast or by bottle, therefore, ALL mothers who are doing their best raising their children need to feel supported by family and community for the decisions they have made for their family. 

    Breastfeeding a baby isn't an option for every mother despite the fact that we are biologically designed to produce milk for our offspring.  In many cultures before us and way before you could buy a can of formula at the grocery store down the street it was commonplace to have wet nurses to take over in the event of a mother who could not produce her own milk, or enough milk to feed her babies. A wet nurse was crucial in the survival of her babies.  Deciding whether or not to breastfeed or to give formula is often times a very painful choice to make for a new mother if she is torn in either direction and does not receive the proper support by those around her to execute her decision. We don't take these decisions lightly and they are rarely made rash with no thought. Many, many factors come into play in the decisions we make that work best for our family.  As a mother who has often times felt judged in the decisions I have lovingly and carefully made for the benefit of my children, I ask you to please save the judgments of other mothers and the "wars" for the issues that truly matter. 

    I'm encouraged by the number of women who are feeling confident enough to come out of the bathroom stalls and out from under a hot, sweaty and often times cumbersome breastfeeding cover to nurse their babies whenever and where ever the occasion arrises.  Be proud of your decisions and stand by them, whatever they may be!  

    Are the tides finally turning?  Have you seen a large corporation or company or group of people support breastfeeding? Have you felt supported while breastfeeding in a public place? Please share!



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    Thursday

    My Journey To Motherhood: My Water Baby


    The birth of my second baby was so moving it was like a rebirth of my soul and a newfound belief in myself and what I was capable of. Although my first birth was beautiful, I didn't feel prepared despite taking a birthing class. During labor I went to a very dark place deep inside myself, feeling so scared and isolated in my pain not even my husband or mother could penetrate it. Not knowing if I was capable of giving birth on my own, I felt like the pain would keep escalating until I was going to die because I didn't think it would end. I knew without a doubt I never wanted to feel that again. I wanted to experience a positive birth but I didn't think they existed. Then I saw “The Business Of Being Born.” My daughter was one week old and we watched the film that would eventually change our lives in so many ways and completely effect how our second baby would be born 2 ½ years later.

    I longed for a birth like I saw in the film but I didn't know where to begin, so I started writing “My Ultimate Dream Birth.” In this wish list I threw everything out the window that would get in the way of my dream, like insurance and money issues, my husband's and my fears, family concerns, societal pressure and I wrote what my heart wanted. I discovered that I wanted a water birth with a midwife and a doula, I wanted to prepare for an unmedicated birth by taking The Bradley Method, and I wanted to feel strong, empowered, confident and capable. I had this beautiful story that seemed like a fairy tale because I didn't know how to make it a reality.

    I became extremely ill with persistent bronchitis that would plague me throughout my entire first trimester making it hard to do the research needed to find an alternative birth plan on top of taking care of a busy toddler. We moved when our daughter was almost a year old so I needed to find a new OBGYN. After expressing my wishes for a natural birth during a second trimester appointment, my new doc said I'd “be crazy for not taking perfectly good drugs (epidural) that have zero effect on the baby” and that, “No one was handing out gold stars for having a non-medicated birth.” 

    That was my last appointment with the new doc. 
    I was 26 weeks pregnant. 

    The scene from the documentary kept playing over in my mind where Ricki was saying, “It wasn't an illness, it wasn't something that needed to be numbed, it needed to be experienced...” I needed that experience. 

    Immediately, I started to look for birthing centers and I found South Coast Midwifery in Irvine. I cried looking at the pictures of these strong women confidently birthing their babies and knew I found what I was looking for. We loved SCM. By the second appointment they knew my name where before I was a number and after 26 weeks my doctor didn't even recognize me in the hallway before our final appointment. I was excited at the chance at having my dream birth at home.

    The morning before my due date I lost my mp. I ran errands despite the fact that things felt different. Around 5pm I started having very steady contractions so it was time to head home! My parents took our daughter to their house, my husband started filling up the birthing tub and I paced the house feeling busy and restless. My contractions were becoming so fast and furious and extremely painful they took me by surprise and I had those fleeting moments of, “Uh-oh! What did I get myself into?” I felt frantic as my husband realized he needed to start filling the tub with warmer water and was running back and forth from the tub to where ever I happened to be crouching when I'd yell for him during a contraction. My doula quickly arrived and once in the tub I felt calm, relaxed. Flickering candlelight filled the room with songs from my labor playlist. (We still did not know if we were having a boy or a girl!) My eyes had been closed for quite some time, I was in my own world humming to the music and groaning with each contraction. It felt like it was helping to take away the pain by pushing it out of my body in low, gravely groans as opposed to holding it in, holding my breath. It was not the hysterical, out-of-control screams seen on TV that condition women into thinking this is what's expected during labor. These were deep, primal and somewhat animalistic.

    The room was still yet active. There were no constant beeps from various machines, no light piercing my loosely closed eyes, no cords tethering me to IV's and heart monitors keeping me from the movements I needed to make. No hospital protocol keeping me from eating and drinking what I needed to remained energized. There was no pressure to perform during anyone's time frame in order for my wishes to be granted. It was me kneeling in a tub of warm water, my head buried in the chest of my strong husband who never left my side. My doula was slowly pouring water on my back and massaging the pain away with her fists and my midwife and assistant who arrived around midnight were setting up what medical equipment they might or might not need.


    Just then things started to change...

    “Are you ready to catch your baby?”



    My midwife asked after only pushing for a short amount of time. Those were the most powerful words I had ever heard. After one last push at 12:49am out spiraled this huge, pink baby hurling it's chubby body into my arms where I brought it up out of the water to my chest and my lips, “my baby, my baby!” I beamed over and over flashing me back to the birth of my daughter. My husband and I held our sweet baby for quite sometime crying and smiling, admiring our perfect angel. As my husband turned around to get the video camera I realized I still did not know the sex! Pulling the baby away from my chest I looked down and in amazement I exclaimed, “It's a boy! It's a boy!” I'll never forget the look on my husband's face as he quickly turned around to meet my eyes asking in disbelief, “It's a boy?” He peered over my shoulder and exclaimed, “It's a boy!” A whopping 10 pound, 21 inch bouncing baby boy who helped me achieve my ultimate dream birth. My water baby has inspired me to dare to be great and he has melted my heart ever since. 


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    *This was originally posted on February 16, 2012 at BlogHer.com and was an entry into a contest put on by Ricki Lake and BlogHerMoms called Journey To Motherhood. We were asked to describe our own journey. This was 1 out of 4 entries I wrote for the contest.
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    Wednesday

    My Journey To Motherhood: The Night It Hit Me - I'm A Mom

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    There are many lasting memories from the birth of our daughter. Memories that at almost four years later are so vivid I can still recall how her skin felt like suede, her cheeks like powder. The words of encouragement erupting into loud cheers from my birth team still echo in my mind as she finally came out on that last push. But there's one moment that really stands out as my, “I'm a mom” moment.

    The night I had this slap-you-in-the-face realization was not during the 17+ hour labor where I paced the halls and folded into my husband's body with each painful contraction, or the 3 ½ hours of pushing (on my back) to finally get her out. It wasn't even necessarily the moment where she practically leapt out of my womb onto my stomach. I was squealing with delight, “My baby, my baby!” over and over as I held her in my arms - the nurses feverishly rubbing and massaging her red, squishy body. Just then our eyes met and she reached up and touched my face with her tiny fingers. For the longest time she was looking into my eyes and crying, touching my chin, lips and cheek as if to say, “It's you! It's really you! You're my mommy!” I'm so thankful to my nurse for capturing all of those special moments on camera because otherwise no one would believe us. If I saw that in a movie I'd think, “That would never happen!” But it did.

    Even that moment, as surreal as it was, isn't the thing that's etched into my brain as “The moment.” Our two day hospital stay felt like a vacation. The friendly postpartum nurses cared for us like family. They offered much needed help with breastfeeding, armed us with expert swaddling techniques to transform our bundle of joy into a blissful baby burrito, and provided me with cooling gel pads for my already sore nipples. Mercifully, they encouraged us to sleep. Before our daughter's tiny cries could resonate in our heads and wake us from an exhausted slumber, they swept in like angels and scooped her up to comfort her. They answered every last concerning question we had with patience and understanding.

    Leaving the hospital was a bit of a reality check for us. “Can we do this alone? They're professionals and we're just first time parents, how can they just let usleave like that?” Driving home looking back at the once empty car seat that was now filled with a tiny baby we thought, “Now what?” Luckily, my mom extended her flight to stay another week. I was exhausted from the long labor and in so much pain from pushing for so long all I wanted to do was sleep. We swaddled her tight, I nursed her and we placed our sleeping baby in her cradle next to our bed. “Wow, she didn't even cry, this isn't so bad after all!” Those were the last words I uttered as my head hit the pillow assuming we'd all sleep until morning. (Two kids later, I find this hilarious.)
    An hour later we were jolted out of bed as if a drill sergeant were standing there screaming commands at us while honking an air horn in our faces. “What's going on? Is there an emergency? Someone's baby is really loud!”

    Then it hit us.

    “That's our baby!

    Where's the nurse to scoop her up? Has she gotten louder?” This was a harsh reality made all the more jarring as we fumbled around the pitch black room trying to find this miniature siren (right next to us.) This nightly task quickly became second nature, but this first time was frantic, stressful, growing more and more urgent the longer she cried, and that's when I realized that I was the one she was crying for, I was the one who was responsible for nursing her, I was the one who could comfort her - so I scooped her up into my arms and thought, “wow, I'm actually a mom now and this is my baby,” and it felt good.



    *This was originally posted on February 8, 2012 at BlogHer.com and was an entry into a contest put on by Ricki Lake and BlogHerMoms called Journey To Motherhood. We were asked to describe our own journey. This was 1 out of 4 entries I wrote for the contest.

    Friday

    Standing Ovation For The Single Moms

    I of course feel that all moms deserve a standing ovation for a job that at times seems very unappreciated, especially if you have babies because they are not yet old enough to throw their arms around your neck and give a tight squeeze as they say, "I love you mommy" and then plant a big pucker on you. Babies give love in their own way, but it's quiet and said without words. Sometimes we need the words. No offense babies.

    So tonight, I'm sending out some major love to all of the moms out there who are going it alone. Either full-time because the dad is no longer in the picture or going it solo for a lengthy period of time because dad is in the military and is away for months and months at a time. I know of a mom who's husband is off fighting for our country right now, in danger for his life every single day and the days are in triple digits til she sees him again. My heart goes out to her because she has a toddler and is both the mother and the father to this child until daddy comes home.

    Some moms are the mother and the father and daddy never comes home. I'm not quite sure how you are able to get everything done that needs to be done, but somehow you do it. There are so many nights where I'm so appreciative of my husband because he comes home after work and he'll give the kids a bath while I'm cooking dinner and then he'll put one of them to bed while I'm putting the other one to bed. Then, like now when I'm sick as a dog he really steps it up. As a stay-at-home-mom (SAHM) I don't get a sick days of course, but he does help out so much in the evenings. Two nights ago I lounged on the couch while he did bath, made dinner and put both kids to bed. Bless his heart! And I went to bed early too and he stayed up to do the dishes. I was literally the walking dead and I kept thinking, 


    "how do single mom's do it?"
    When I was pregnant with my first I met a mom who had ended her relationship with her boyfriend while she was still in early pregnancy. Just being pregnant I relied on my husband for so much support I didn't know how she was doing it alone, but I had no idea how hard it was to actually be a mother until baby girl came, and I had help. So to be a brand new mother all alone seemed terrifying to me. I remember her telling stories about how she had two jobs 6 days a week - a day job and a night job and her baby had two sitters - a day sitter and a night sitter. She didn't even have a full day off all week long because her days off overlapped and she'd usually pick up extra shifts anyway because she was always behind on money, so there were some weeks where she didn't have any time off at all.

    One story of hers in particular made me so sad. She said when her baby was still just a lil guy (under a year old) and would nap in the car in the mornings in route to the day sitter and then again during the transition from the day sitter to the night sitter's house and then again from the night sitter's house to their apartment late at night, she would go several days without seeing her baby awake for a lengthy period of time, and for never any quality time, really. Several days! Except of course during the night feedings (which, yes, she still had to wake up several times a night for the first few months even though she was doing EVERYTHING alone all day long.) Babies don't get the memo that you are a single mom (or that you are sick on your death bed) and how it would be great if they just slept through the night. So in the wee hours in the morning when she'd wake the baby to get out the door in the mornings she'd have some baby love time and during the night several times she'd have some baby love time...but that was it. During her 1 hour commute to the day sitter in the mornings and from the day sitter to the night sitter's house (that was an hour and 45 minute commute) it was pure silence because baby was sleeping peacefully while she was left to her own thoughts of wishing things could be different, feeling guilty for never having any quality time with her baby - the one person she felt she ever truly loved with all of her heart, watching the long days drift into quick months, missing milestones while she dealt with catty co-workers, pushy bosses and rude customers. Many tears were shed on those long quiet drives between two jobs she'd rather not go to, and many hours were spent in vain trying to get a deadbeat dad to care for his child let alone pay for one damn thing. 


    My heart ached for her.
    Many said she did it to herself for getting involved with a looser guy who she herself said she knew was a deadbeat with no job, no car, and sleeping on a friend's couch when they were dating and "was stupid enough to get pregnant anyway" (her words.) But still, who are we to judge? Life can cast many hard blows and when your children are affected by it, it stings that much more. Regardless of her situation and how she got there, I always wished she'd find a better life for herself and for her child. She was kind and looked for the good in people and she loved her baby with everything she had. She deserved a better life. Her mom died when she was young and her dad wasn't emotionally available to her. She lived far from any grandparents who might have care for her given the chance because her father didn't want them around. She thought she loved this guy and felt sick to her stomach when she realized she was pregnant, but never thought for one second of doing anything other than caring for her baby and was going to do her best to provide him or her with a life of love that she never really knew.

    Whenever times get really tough on me and I feel alone as a mother who has a very wonderful and very supportive husband who will change poopy diapers without even being asked and who will rock babies to sleep in the middle of the night if he needs to, I always think about her and what she is doing. Driving in the snow with a sleeping baby bundled in the back of the car going from one crappy low paying job to the next and having no real idea how her baby spent the last 10 hours, or how he'll spend the next 8. 


    Was he happy? 
    Did he laugh at the puppy he saw while he was sitting in the stroller at the park? 
    Did he spit out his carrots or did he like them this time? 
    Did he cry for a long time when he went down for a nap? 
    Did he miss mommy?

    Always running late for her next job she never really had the time to have long conversations with the day sitter to ask her these things. And she wasn't exactly thrilled about her either nor was she thrilled about the older children she also watched during the day. But this was the only daycare provider she could find that was close to her work and who would keep the baby for that many hours during the day and sometimes on weekends, and most of all, one she could actually afford. She felt she had no choice. Luckily the night sitter was a family member who she knew would gladly dole out as many cuddles and loves as the baby needed. But the majority of the time he was with the night sitter was when he was asleep, so she had to put it out of her mind how much she wished she could switch the two sitters. But her jobs and their available hours and locations wouldn't allow for a switch.

    She talked about how blessed she was to have a reliable car that could weather the snowstorms, an apartment that she didn't have to share with a stranger, two jobs that made it possible to provide her baby with the best life she could. She saved her money so she could buy him some nice, brand new things for his first birthday. She was doing it by herself and she was proud of herself. She'll never know how much I thought about her all those nights and days that I was having it rough too, but at least I was able to be home with my baby witnessing every movement she made all day long and then had help in the evenings when my husband got home. It doesn't mean that I didn't also see many dark days as a new mother despite my help and support or that I didn't deserve or have the right to complain about it. All mothers have it rough, especially brand new mothers and if anyone tries to tell you differently they are candy coating it for whatever reason and flat out, they are lying. Motherhood is hard. Not all of it, but a lot of it. The stuff that has no answers. The stuff that has no reasoning behind it.

    Whether you have a perfect angel baby who sleeps through the night from birth and never makes a fuss as a toddler or if you have a colicky baby from day #1 til she is three months old and then at three months and one day she starts teething and is miserable from that for weeks at a time...it's a hard job and no one really prepares you for it. They try when we are pregnant with our baby, but we don't believe them, we aren't really listening because we think that we'll have it differently (and we do for the most part - it's still hard though, but now it's our version of hard) and we just cast them off as being overly negative or thinking that we are not going to be capable of being a mom. Until we are actually in the trenches is when we think back to that advise and think...


    "oh...that's what they were talking about. I get it now."

    If you are a single mom or a military wife who is going it alone right now, give yourself a pat on the back. Go ahead...I'll wait. Smile at your accomplishments, give yourself credit for all of the hard work you've put in, all the hours and hours of overtime you've clocked that will not show up on your paycheck. Not in money anyway. But one of these days if it hasn't happened already, that sweet little bundle of joy sleeping next to you will come running up to you, throw her little chubby arms around your knees, look up at you with her sparkling eyes and say, "I love you mommy!" and you'll know it will all be worth it.

    Please feel free to share your story here in the comments below. I'm listening, and know that someone out there somewhere is thinking about you and they are wishing the best for you too.



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    Saturday

    Water Baby

    Pool is ready, water is warm,
    midwife, doula, hubby and me, I will not conform.

    I'm breathing the way I need to,
    moving the way I need to,
    walking when I need to,
    squatting when I need to.

    Pacing the rooms, my feet are bare,
    our lives on these walls, and soon baby is there.

    I'm eating because I need to,
    drinking when I need to,
    only talking when I need to,
    peacefully quiet because I need to.

    Coldplay on the itunes,
    fresh flowers wafting through,
    feeling confident and strong
    my body knows just what to do.

    Laughing when I need to,
    closing my eyes because I need to,
    crying when I need to,
    reaching out for you because I need you.

    Room filled with soft whispers,
    the only light is in the hall,
    warm water pouring over my back,
    not feeling rushed at all.

    Rocking when I need to,
    humming when I need to,
    blocking out what I need to,
    drawing inward because I need to.

    Pain ever present, feeling like I need to push,
    my body taking over, water breaking there's the woosh!

    I'm kneeling because I need to,
    embracing the feeling because I need to,
    battle cries when I need to,
    retreating home when I need to.

    Husband is strong never leaving my side,
    my head is in his chest.
    Everyone is waiting for me to give their cue
    because they know, I know myself best.

    I'm pushing when I need to,
    for however long my body needs to,
    I'm moaning when I need to,
    laboring naturally because I need to.

    The baby is coming quickly now
    as you can see in the water below!
    Is our new little love
    a baby girl or baby boy?
    We still do not know!

    I reach down because I need to,
    catch my baby in my arms because I need to,
    we embrace our new love because we need to,
    Free to take the time that we need to.

    We squeal in delight our baby is here
    oh, such a magical joy!
    After several minutes of loving this new bundle
    we discover that he is a boy!

    Holding him close because I need to,
    cord cutting can wait because it needs to,
    adjusting peacefully because he needs to,
    in mama's arms because we need to.

    Everyone is happy and safe,
    bouncing baby boy is ten pounds!
    The house is bright and filled with love
    and all sorts of new baby sounds.

    A shower and my bed because I need to,
    breastfeed him when he needs to,
    skin to skin because we need to,
    all three napping together because we need to.


    After a peaceful sleep big sister is here!
    She wants to meet “baby brother.”
    She knew all along it'd be you coming to her,
    this bond is like no other.

    Believe in yourself because you need to!
    Your heart is telling you what it needs to,
    trust yourself because you need to,
    Be strong for your baby, because he needs you.




    By Colleen Duncan-Canavan

    Dec 4, 2011
    This poem was inspired by my water baby, Ely Finn. Born at home, caught by his mother. I'm waiting to hear back if this will be accepted into an anthology. I'll update it here if it was chosen.

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    Sunday

    Thank you for your support!

    I wanted to take this time to send out a thank you for your love and support with my story, "Thank You For Coming To Me Baby Brother."

    Many of my facebook family and friends voted for my story and so many of you promoted it on your page and got your friends and family and co-workers, etc. to vote too and I appreciate that so much! I still have a few more raffles to pick too, so stay tuned! I'll be writing a blog post to thank all of you individually who supported my little story, so I'll share that on here as well. I have not forgotten you and I appreciate you very much!

    The MeeGenius contest is officially over and it appears that they have decided not to choose "Baby Brother" as a semi finalist. They will announce the semi-finalists officially on Jan 31st. I wrote them an email last week asking them if they already sent out the emails but I read it on their facebook page today that they have already chosen them and sent out emails. The number of semi-finalists is undetermined. Despite the fact that I was fairly certain I was going to be a judge's pick, they have another vision for their ebooks library, and I'm actually excited about the possibilities that are now out there for me to explore with my story and the others in the "older sibling/baby sibling"series. Many people have asked me to write other versions of my story so their child can have one about them too, so I plan to do just that. I'll be working on a Big Sister/Baby Sister version, a Big Brother/Baby Sister version and a Big Brother/Baby Brother version! I'd love to hear any ideas you may have for these stories. If you have any special moments that have been shared between your own children that you can see fitting into one of these stories, I'd love to hear it! Please share in the comments section of this blog post or you can email me too at: colleen@mnky.com.

    I'm not bummed that it wasn't chosen because of all of the positive feedback I have received from all of this. I'm looking at this as a blessing in disguise because I really see this book as a hard cover book that you can own and have it on your shelf, where you can sit and read it and physically flip through the pages even if you don't have an ipad/iphone. It will be published one way or another either through self publishing or through finding a publisher who believes in this story as much as I do. However, I'll need to wait til April of 2012 before it's "officially released" back to me. MeeGenius still has the rights to publish it later after the contest is over. I'm not sure why they would do that if it's not a semi-finalist, but we'll see. I'd rather it just be released back to me at this point so I can find a publisher to make it into a physical book.

    I'm so overwhelmed by all of the love and support so many of you have given me and my little story, as well as the perfect strangers who took the time to vote and leave me a comment to tell me how it touched them. I'm going to print up all of my comments and treasure them always. I will also compile them into one blog post so my mom can read all of them too, haha. Or anyone else for that matter.

    Thank you again soooo much! It really touched my heart beyond words how so many of you took the time to support me and my writing. It means a lot and I'm very grateful to have so many of you in my life and call my friend. Thank you.


    P.S. Here is an UPDATE on my children's book.

    xoxoxo

    ~*Colleen





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    Tuesday

    Halloween Night With A 3 Year Old: Episode 1

    What's the deal with Dots, anyway?





    The scene: Halloween night....
    The location: Your neighbor's porch.
    The cast: Your 3 year old daughter.


    You walk up to the door with your child, "Trick or Treat!" They reach into a big bowl full of little snickers, reese's pb cups, m&m's, twix and other chocolatey delights. Then, under a milkey way you spot...the Dots. The bogus, lame chewy things that stick to all of your back teeth. Inside you are screaming, "NO! Don't do it! Reach left, LEEEEFT!"...but alas, they pick up "the dots." And you walk away all sad and chocolateless.


    ...."Saaaay thaaaank yooooou....."

    What is the deal with Dots anyway? Sweet score or totally bogus?



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    The loot a 3 year old hauls in (with much quarterbacking at the candy bowl by mom and dad)...minus The Dots.








     

    Thursday

    The Toddler Gourmet: SNACKS-Peanut Butter & Pumpkin Toast. It's sure to pass the yummy test!

    For our first edition of The Toddler Gourmet I thought I'd give a shout out to my favorite season, Pumpkin Season! Having two kids who are eating regular meals now, I need to get creative as to what to fix so that they can both eat the same thing so I don't feel like a short order cook. My lil guy who is a year old already (that year whizzed by, let me tell you!) just got the OK from our ped to start eating peanut butter. And since no one in our family, immediate or extended is allergic to peanuts, I figured that would be a great snack to help fill him up.

    My good friend Leah gave me some awesome pumpkin butter for my birthday (thanks Leah!) and we've been putting it on our toast in the morning. One day by accident because I was so sleep deprived I spread pumpkin butter on my already peanut buttered toast and...
    Voilà, Peanut Butter & Pumpkin Toast was born! I let my daughter have a bite and all I heard were the "yummy noises" and the fact that I needed to make another piece so I could actually have some was enough for me to add it to our regular menu. I made some for the baby and cut it into tiny pieces (which is sort of a mess, btw) and he loved it too!

    What you'll need:

    -Organic unsalted, creamy peanut butter.*
    -Pumpkin butter
    -Whole grain bread**


    Toast the bread for however long you like (lightly toasted if it's for a baby). Add a layer of peanut butter and top with pumpkin butter (as you would jelly). Cut into 4's for an older toddler or into a million tiny bits if it's for a baby. ;-)


    *Try to buy organic whenever possible (AKA "affordable"). If you shop at Trader Joe's, you can find organic products that are just a bit less than their conventional counterpart. (I once saw only a 20 cent difference in zucchini at Trader Joe's in the summer! I was shocked!) I also like to do unsalted creamy for the kids. My preschooler can do unsalted crunchy when spread thin, but since I'm doing this recipe for both of them I opt for unsalted creamy.

    Variations:

    Bread **
    We like to use anything whole grain. Raisin bread is quickly becoming a fan favorite in our house, and we just discovered a new bread at Trader Joe's that is called Panetone Bread (just like the Italian bread you find around the holidays) but this is in a loaf and sliced. My preschooler LOVED it!


    And of course this edition of The Toddler Gourmet is even a hit for mama when paired with a pumpkin spice latte, a good book and 20 minutes of quiet time! If you are lucky enough to make this happen please light your holiday candle to go with it!

    Enjoy!
    Photo Notes:
    Baby Boy: Yes, you're right...I probably should've wiped his nose before taking his picture for the world to see. And it's neither Thanksgiving nor Baby's first Thanksgiving either. Let's just say he's lucky he's not still wearing his sister's princess jammies with the poofy sleeves from the night before. We're recycling. Recession and all...
    Big Sister: Pay no attention to the junk on the shelf behind her. C'est la vie...with 2 kids! And the black dot on her bread is a raisin....I hope...




    Will your toddler eat anything with pumpkin? If so, what are your favorite pumpkin inspired recipes for the kids?




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    Dear Fachebook


    I see you... making all of your changes without any warning. I'm just waiting for the day were you go all "netflicks" on us and start charging for what used to be free (streaming video) because we're hooked now.  You're just waiting til all of us millions and millions of people totally give up using the phone and email and face-to-face conversations to communicate with one another and only click "like" as our total form of communication on a myriad of topics (which is kinda like now) because we'll eventually be too lazy to even type a comment and then...here come the charges....but we're sucked in now-for years some of us, so we'll just pay it because everyone and their grandma's dog Mr. Fluffy Pants are already too addicted to the social network to give up the juice...so we'll gladly pay the $29.95 per year to stay in the loop with our "close friends" , our "family", our "co-workers", our "frienenemys" or anyone else YOU deem important to me...until you make the charge monthly cuz you know we're suckers and as Todd says, "we're all just sheepeople anyway." Baaaaa!...and guess what? We'll probably just pay the monthly charge too cuz we need it, we want it and we can't live without it.  As Ely would say, "I smell what you're stepping in" facebook.  I smell what you are stepping in and let me tell you something mister-it stinks!  I'm now going to join a group about how we wish you'd "bring back the old facebook cuz this one sucks and while you are add it, please add a "dislike" button so I can "dislike" the new changes." Oh yea, and go blank yourself for thinking you own us...oh wait...too late.....

    We won't know when, we won't know where but they're coming............
    *cue the music from Halloween.* 

    Signed your jilted EX-lover,
    Coco Cana 


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