Cover that bottle! Sept 22, 2007
This was something I saw on another one of my groups and I thought the point was so well made that I would share it. But before you read it understand this is not in any way to stir up conflict. It should not be taken "literally". It's only to make a point in comparisson to how people view the breast vs. the bottle. It is not at all bashing a mother who chooses to bottle/formula feed, but rather the person that says women should not bf in public, or that breasts are a sexual object (an exaggeration to the matter if you will). So you need to understand that before moving on, at the risk of taking anything the wrong way.
Quoted from here on:
Women should cover up their bottles when they are feeding their babies...
I wasn't exposed to bottle-feeding much growing up and seeing it makes me very uncomfortable. I mean if you think about it, a bottle is a substitute for the breast, and since breasts are sexual, doesn't that make a bottle kind of like a dildo?! Eww, gross.
When I see a mom bottle-feeding, I don't know where to look. I can't look directly at the bottle or the baby because the idea of feeding a baby formula makes me sick to my stomach. It's just gross. And the way babies sound when they eat??? They slurp and suck and dribble formula everywhere! It's just nasty and it *smells*! I shouldn't have to see that! And what about my young son? How am I supposed to explain to him why a woman is bottle-feeding? I mean, he's too young to understand how different parts of the body function. It's going to be hard to explain to him that women actually choose not to nurse, or can't for one reason or another. It'll probably upset him to know that lots of babies don't get "nurse-nurse" like he does. I don't want to have to deal with him being emotionally scarred by seeing bottles. And imagine the therapy bills I'll have to pay for when he's older!
So bottle-feeding moms should either go into a bathroom, re-lactate so they can use their breasts in public, or cover up with a blanket. Sure, I know the excuses....bathrooms are dirty and no one should have to eat in there. But women could still re-lactate. Oh, yeah I know how hard it would be, but ya know, we DO have nice pumps available nowadays. She could get a good supply going for the sole purpose of feeding in public. If she would just use her breasts, we wouldn't have to see those indecent bottles all the time. And if she has a hard time re-lactating, she could always just cover up with a blanket when she has to use a bottle. Oh I know some babies aren't comfortable under a blanket. Re-breathing their own carbon dioxide for 20+ minutes must come at a price, but who cares? At least I wouldn't have to see bottles.
And if a woman doesn't want to go through all that trouble, she could just schedule outings around the baby's feedings. A bottle-fed baby only has to eat, what? Every 3-4 hours? She can just bottle-feed at home, go out, and rush back with a screaming baby if he needs to eat sooner than the schedule allows.
I'll admit that I'm uncomfortable with bottle-feeding in public. And as an American, I have a right to not have to be exposed to that sort of thing. Women should be aware of everyone else and accomodating to all others. After all, our right not to be offended is more important than a baby's right to eat, right?
response to a critical reply:
"I turned it around so people could see how ridiculus is is for ANY woman to hide to feed her child. It sounds a bit ridiculous when I say women should cover up their bottles, huh? I hope it makes you think."
Disclaimer...
Ok, so forgive me for assuming people would see the sarcasm in the post below. I don't *actually* think women should cover up their bottles. I used all the arguments against nursing in public and turned them around to bottle-feeders in an attempt to show people just how idiotic it is to ask women to hide while feeding their baby.
The point is, breasts are not lewd or indecent. If you see a little nipple, get over it. Breasts are for feeding babies, first and foremost. The day you hide your bottles is the day I hide my breasts.
Also...
I realize the dildo reference may make some people's jaws drop in disbelief, but that was possibly the most important part of the post. It seems the main reason people freak out about nursing in public is because breasts are also sexual, therefore should be covered all the times. Well, a nipple on a bottle was designed to replace the original thing, just like a dildo is meant to replace a penis. Sorry, but it's true. If it sounds outlandish to you, then maybe you should reconsider just how sexual the breast is. It's not sexual to feed a child at the breast any more than it is to feed a child with a bottle.
IF (and that's a big "if") nursing WERE sexual, then I would assume people would have the same reaction to a bottle as they would to a dildo. But they don't. It's something to think about anyways.
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It took 40 weeks and 3 days for me to be able to say...January 11, 2008
IT'S A GIRL!!!!!
Maddalyn Elizabeth was born at 11:31 p.m. 01/09/08 (her aunt's16th bday) weighing in at 7 lb 6 oz, 19 3/4".
Mild contrax started around 10:30 a.m. Mom, Christan and I went to eat some yummy Olive Garden and then to the mall for a walk. Christan wanted to know where we were going. Mom told her "Nowhere. We are exercising Mommy." After a few laps of the mall, Christan was done walking so I went home. Contrax were still coming every 5 minutes but not really bothering me. I drank lots of water and after Joseph got home from school, decided I better try to rest "just in case." I dozed for about an hour. Contrax were still around 4-5 minutes apart until I got up. Then they were staying at 2 1/2 minutes apart but still not lasting long.
I got the dishes done while waiting for my DH to get back from bidding on a job, made a quickie supper for Joseph and kept track of the contrax which were starting to get stronger. Mom and Christan came over to the house and when DH was home, I told him it was "time." His "job" was to figure out what to do with the kids. I really felt most comfortable about them just staying home with him. That way I didn't have to worry about them at all or the disruption in their lives. DH decided it would be okay to stay with the kids and come to the hospital after the baby was born. He understands that birthing with my best friends is a very comforting and special experience for me and that the best thing he could do for our family is take care of the little ones....so....I called all my girlfriends and told them we were heading into the hospital.
When I got there, I met my first opposition...the nurse. She told me where my gown was and to put this tube top like thingy on for the monitors. I told her I wouldn't be having CFM. She told me that that is what they do. I informed her again that I am not having CFM and my midwife is well aware. She gave me that quick, tight-lipped "okay", turned and off she went. I told mom "Great. I'm going to have to fight for anything." However, I was WRONG! A different nurse came in to care for me during labor. She was VERY respectful of my birth plan and never once TOLD me what they were going to do. She asked "do you mind if" "is it okay if we" and was wonderful. I let them do their baseline checks. Cervix a tight 3.
After an hour in the hot tub, a tight 4 but enough change for them to keep me. Mind you ladies, this reading of 4 cm was at about 9:45 p.m. The contrax were coming much stronger. Not really longer, but closer. They never really were on top of each other as I had experienced before. I was laboring sitting up in the bed. I like my momma to rub my belly and my girlfriend Melody rubs my legs while I breathe through contrax. Rebecca (my midwife) said "Jen, you have to get off of that baby's head." I was having very intense contrax and could not really think. I thought she was telling me to lay down LOL. She told me to just roll over to my side which I did but the intensity was so strong and I was so tense. My eyes were shut (as I always tend to do) and I could only hear some of what was going on around me. Mostly, I heard my mom telling me what a good job I was doing and to stay on top of it. I heard Rebecca tell me to relax my body and let my baby come out. As soon as I was able to make my legs and back relax instead of being arched...I felt it. I tucked my tailbone under and could feel the baby beginning to crown. With the next contrax, I threw one leg up (my girlfriend caught it for me) and told them all "she's coming." Her head was out with one push. Rebecca unwrapped her cord from her neck and her body just shot out. Rebecca told me she actually did a little somersault onto the bed. There were a few seconds of silence before my momma said "we got another GIRL!" Maddalyn yelled for a good 30 minutes. I had her tucked up in the football hold covered by my boob (yes ladies...remember, they ARE big boobs) trying to talk her into a snack and some comfort. She wasn't having it. She just wanted to hollar a while. I told her to go ahead and clear out those lungs as I chanted "momma was right, momma was right" over and over. I KNEW I was having a girl! She's absolutely perfect in every way and nursing like a champ. Shoot, my milk is already in!
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Maddalyn's hospital visit January 29, 2008
I don't know how many times I said that if I'd have known how easy pregnancy was in the winter, I'd have had all of my children in the winter...but now I've changed my mind. Colds are not nice to newborns. Christan (my 3 year old) had a cold when Maddalyn was not quite a week old...and passed it on (even with handwashing and germ-x). Maddalyn's symptoms started with a stuffy nose and cough. Her cough was getting worse, making her gag and even throw up. We went to her doctor Monday and her O2 sats were low enough that he wanted to admit her for observation. His main concern was how her sats were in the night when she was sleeping deep. She was hooked up to an O2 sat monitor, heart monitor and respiration tracker. They took a swab to test for influenza and a snot sample to test for RSV and a chest Xray. Her tests all came back negative but her O2 sats kept dropping into the low 80s during the night and the put her on oxygen. This morning I took off the oxygen to nurse her and they left it off. The doctor wanted to make sure her sats were okay off of oxygen for a while before releasing us home...just to be on the safe side. Her sats stayed up for the most part and we just got home. Thanks everyone for your thoughts and prayers. I was pleasantly surprised about our accommodations in the hospital. We had our own room, they fed me, we coslept with no questions asked. Now I need to go make her mad and suck out her snot so she can breathe.
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Roller Girl Dies; Mother is Reborn February 28, 2008
A little background...Late summer 2006, I realized that there were some things in my life that needed to change. Though I love being a mother, I needed something to call my own. Something that I did just for me. For so many years I had put myself on the back burner while tending to the needs of my children, husband, house and job. An opportunity presented itself...a new roller derby league. It sounded very interesting...a great opportunity for exercise, meeting other women, getting out some aggression in a healthy way and doing something different with my life....all for me.
I asked my husband if he would come watch me if I were a rollergirl. He kind of laughed and said sure...so I joined and my alter ego "Sassy Crass" was born. That is when the battle began. He didn't think I was serious. He did NOT want me to be a rollergirl. I wouldn't budge. I was finally putting my foot down and doing something I wanted to do for ME...not for anyone else. We had plenty of fights about my continuing to derby.
It had been 20 years since I had skated and I really wasn't very steady. With lots of practice...and falls...I got more confident on my wheels. I was never fast enough or surefooted enough to be a jammer, but loved being a blocker...hitting the other girls...trying to knock them down. I got to be in one official bout (intraleague) before I found out I was pregnant. I knew I would return to derby and missed skating every day. I stayed active in the league by serving on the Board of Directors as secretary.
Toward the end of my pregnancy, I started to worry about not being able to skate again. Physically? Oh, physically, I would have no problems. Granted, I would have to get my cardio back in shape after being inactive for so long...but once a blocker, always a blocker! I started to wonder if I could really leave my little baby. I have breastfed all of my children and never pumped. I work from home so don't have the need or, honestly, the desire to pump. My husband has never really been very active in the care of our little ones until they are quite a bit older which is partially my fault for wanting to do everything. He also does not have the most patience in the world. Okay...he has very little. I feared that the stress of taking care of a new baby PLUS the other kiddos would do him in and honestly, I worried about the children. (Not that he would purposely hurt them by any means...but...you know....)
I went to practice a few weeks ago to support my girls and keep up with the goings on and several people asked when I would be coming back. No one was pressuring me, but it really made me think. Though I miss it...VERY much...I couldn't commit to "when." I started thinking about it more and more...and more...and finally talked to my husband about it. I am in a different place, mentally, now than I was when I joined derby. When I joined, my youngest was 2 and not dependent on Mommy at all. I guess my priorities have changed. Doing something ONLY for ME is not a priority.
Last night at our business meeting, I told the girls. I told them that I could not commit the time to roller derby that was needed. That for the first six months of Maddalyn's life, I would be her ONLY source of food and that while I would be happy to continue with my responsibilities as secretary, I could not commit to returning to skate at any time in the near future. We are a very new league and our bylaws were just completed a few months ago. Little did I know, there were revisions made that needed voting on....one of which requiring officers on the Board of Directors to be ACTIVE, paying members. Seems as though my days as a rollergirl are gone. I will forever love the sport and the women in my league.
Honestly, I was kind of surprised with the ease of which I let go of my roller derby dream. I do know that I am always welcome to rejoin but I fought SO hard with my husband...at least weekly if not daily...over "the damned rollergirls."
Today I got a note from my husband (he leaves for work hours before the household is awake). It says "You are a good mom and seem to continue to progess as a mom (all the learning and communicating with other moms, I guess? [yes YOU...my cafemoms]) and it makes my heart get mushy when I see it."
I may have been a mom for 13 years now but there is something about having a new baby that changes me...every time. I guess I just feel that doing right by my children, being a loving, giving mother, putting their needs before mine...IS "doing something for me" by taking the best care of the ones that I love and created.
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What next? March 22, 2008
It's been about a month since I got away from the house and the older kids (I still consider Maddalyn and I to be one person). The kids have been on spring break since March 13th. DH worked all last weekend on a side job and then worked his normal job this week plus finishing up on the side job through Wednesday which means that when he was home, he was sleeping. We are trying to switch to cloth and I had a great stash given to me, but I only have 1 cover and nothing to help with at night so I picked up some fleece and wool from the thrift store to make some covers. I told DH I would need his help this weekend with the kids so that I could get them made. Well, he had to run to KC and said he would be gone about three hours. So this is my attempt at sewing....
Yes, I am wearing Maddalyn. I was trying to fix the bobbin (thead kept getting hung up) and I popped the
plate off that goes under the foot. In trying to fix that, I completely broke it. So...I went to the trusty PC to see
if I could find a replacement part. I went back to the sewing machine and noticed long locks of blonde hair
all around....I found Christan....
I am usually so good about putting up scissors as this is the SAME haircut she got last summer from her
brother. My DH is going to FLIP out when he gets home. Meanwhile, I'm so frazzled, I don't even care
anymore. So now, my daughter has a skullet type hair style AGAIN, my sewing machine is broken and I
STILL don't have anything to put on Maddalyn at night.
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Jen's DIY fleece wrap March 26, 2008
I decided to try my hand at sewing a fleece wrap after failing with the fleece pull-on patterns I found online. Here's what you need....fleece, polyester thread, velcro, 1/4" elastic, ballpoint needle 90/14. I recommend trying it first with some "throw away" fabric so that you can make any changes without ruining your fleece. I used flannel for my first attempt...and DID change my pattern a little. A wonderful thing about fleece is that no hemming is required!
Make your pattern. Take a wrap that fits your baby well, fold it in half and stretch the elastic so that the wrap lays flat. Then trace it onto cardboard. (Gift boxes work GREAT!)
Feel the edges of your wrap for where the elastic begins and ends. Mark that on the cardboard so that you can use it for reference later.
(The triangle is the elastic reference point.)
For the built-in soaker, I used Katrina's "Extra layer for the wetzone" pattern but in the future, I think I will use a rectangle shape for ease of sewing. Place the straight edge of your wrap pattern along a folded edge of your fabric. Cut out your wrap and soaker.
Pin soaker to wrap. Sew in using zig-zag stitch.
Cut your elastic. The amount you need will depend on the size of your child. I used half the length between my reference points. For example, between the elastic reference points in the back is 8" so I used 4" of elastic. Secure elastic at the ends about 1/2" below the edge of your fabric centered under your reference points by sewing across the width of the elastic with a zig-zag stitch. Be sure your elastic is flat before securing the second end so that you don't have to deal with twisted elastic.
(Wrap with all elastic secured)
Hold your elastic tight and sew down the length. My machine has a setting for elastic, but zigzag would work. I actually pull it tight by holding both ends of the elastic but I can't do that and take the picture at the same time (LOL)
Cut two strips of BOTH sides of velcro (loop and hook) about 1 1/2" long. Pull apart the hook and loop 1 1/2" sections and place them side by side (voila! laundry tab). Place about 1/2 to 1" below the edge of your fabric on the inside of the wrap (on the wings) and sew in place.
Also cut a strip of just the loop (fuzzy part) of velcro to go across the front of your wrap about 2" shorter than the width of the front of your wrap (so you can leave about 1" of fabric on either side of the velcro). Also place about 1/2 to 1" from the top of the outside front of your wrap and sew in place.
Cut off your reference tabs and use any scrap material to lay inside your dipes for a "keep dry" effect.
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Jen's DIY fleece soaker alternate velcro placement and elastic note
- May 7, 2008
After you have cut out your fabric, lay the cover that you made your pattern from on top of the
cut out and mark above and below the velcro tabs.
See the marks?
You can't really tell, but this is the hook and the loop pieces of velcro side by side (so it still makes
laundry tabs).
About 2/3 of the fastening part is hanging off the edge of the fabric. After you sew it in place,
use scissors to round the edges of the velcro.
Now it looks like this!
And fits much better!
As for the elastic...I've found the wrap fits better if I sew the elastic as close to the edge of the
fabric as possible on the back and sides.
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Homespun Fluff April 22, 2008
Okay, so I didn't actually spin the yarn...but yesterday (yep, in one day), I crochetted a wool soaker for Maddalyn. It was my first attempt so I got some plain wool yarn. I haven't lanolized it yet so I haven't used it and can't discuss it's awesomeness in that department yet. I'm going to try out a few more patterns and then lanolize them all. But...here it is! Try not to let the gorgeous model distract you LOL.
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Maddalyn's first non-booby-juice meal
- Jul 9, 2008
To opening wide:
To gagging:
And back to opening wide and enjoying it:
Before we handed the bowl over to her eager sister:
Who just HAD to have her picture taken eating mashed banana with her finger LOL.:
That was four days ago and she hasn't had any since. I guess I'm just really not in a rush. I know solids in the first year are more for learning textures and tastes and NOT necessary for nutrition. My milk has all she needs. Though I am thinking frozen banana in one of those mesh bags would be a good teether...
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Freaking out
- Aug 3, 2008
My stepmom just called me. My dad had a heart attack last night. He's alive. His EKG looks good. He's hooked up to a kajillion cords but he's alive.
Dad just surprised me with a visit last week. He was looking into retirement from the prison. He told me he just couldn't take it anymore. He works and works and then works some more. He has been working for the prison for many years and for the State for 30. He also works at Sears doing auto repair on his 3 days that he has off from the prison. I could see it in his eyes. The toll it has been taking on him. Not so much physically, but stress-related.
All I want to do is run to him and curl up in his arms like a little girl. The GD A/C broke in my van this week and the heat index is well into triple digits today. He is in Wichita (about 2 hrs away) and I can't figure out how to run to him.
DH is at work today. He just called me back and told me he would be home in 1 1/2 horus (how far away he works). I hope he can figure out what's wrong with the A/C. I know no shop is open today. I really just wanna see my Daddy.
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Trip to Wichita...update on Dad.
- Aug 3, 2008
Dad really looked great. He looked rested and aside from the setting and the kajillion monitors, he looked normal. He told me the specifics of his heart attack. We cried together a little and I told him that he HAS to slow down a little and cut out some of the stress in his life (which he has plenty of). I think it may be easier to stop a freight train Fred Flintstone style than slow this man down, but I hope his wife can talk some sense into him. His doctor was not the one on call today and the one there did not want to make any decisions regarding the next step in his plan of care. More than likely, he will need another heart catheterization so that they can see what all is going on. The good news is that his cardiac enzymes are back in the range of normal, he is eating real food and is allowed out of his bed now. His doctor will be in tomorrow to let him know where to go from here.
His congenital heart deformity was found during his heart cath about two years ago. At that time he had 50% blockage in two areas and 60% in another. They stented one. The congenital deformity is an artery (not vein) that is "misplaced." It should run down the back of his heart but runs through the middle. At the time of that cath, they said they could do a bypass to "fix" it but that since he had lived 52 years without a problem, they didn't want to mess with it at that time. Now that he has had a heart attack, I guess that could easily be something they consider at this time. Oh yeah, his cholesterol has been high for some time now but the recent tests showed it even higher.
My grandma told me today that her generation was the first in her father's side of the family where the men have lived to see 60. She has her family geneology almost complete and it seems that the men have all died of heart attacks. I wonder if dad's congenital deformation is a family trait that just hasn't been documented previously because of the inability to see it (technology).
Though I feel a little more settled after having a chance to lay my head on my daddy's chest as I have since the day I was born, I am trying very hard not to fear what the future brings. I mean...I KNOW we all die. That is the one thing we can all count on in life. I know none of us are guaranteed tomorrow. I'm just not ready to lose my daddy. I guess none of us have a choice in that matter though. I need to stay positive and not dwell on the "what ifs" because there are way too many of those and who knows if they would even happen...too much energy to spend on something I can't control anyway.
Thanks for your prayers and kind words ladies. I don't feel we are out of the woods yet.
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Dad's cardiologist's report
- Aug 4, 2008
Dad told me sorry I made the trip for nothing. I laughed and told him it wasn't for nothing. I got to give my daddy love...and...got my A/C fixed. He laughed.
I hope this is an eye opener though. I hope that several of the stressors in his life can be reduced because he is under WAY to much and he internalizes everything. He rarely speaks to anyone about his inner turmoil or physical ailments. I wish he had a stress outlet.
Thank you ladies for your prayers and support!
Love,
A much more at peace Jen
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Quite possibly my scariest night as a parent
- Nov 6, 2008
We went about our night normal. Supper, TV time, reading books...but something was wrong with Maddalyn. She kept rocking herself back and forth. She'd rock, then lay her head down, then rock. After I got the other kids in bed, I told DH it was really kinda freaking me out. He agreed.
I thought back to that little blue thing. What if it were a pill of some sort? Joseph is on meds for ADHD. I checked his pills and they were all there. I utilize child safety caps and keep meds up high. I decided to dig that blue thing out of the trash. HORROR. It WAS a pill. It was an outer capsule that seemed to be 1/2 a pill and powder on the inside. I put it in a baggie and headed to the ER.
The ER was a nightmare. They couldn't tell what the pill was (and I didn't expect them to but thought maybe they could test it or something) so they decided to give her charcoal. The charcoal binds to any medicine in the stomach and absorbs it so it doesn't get any more into her system...but whatever had already seeped into her blood supply was there. So, here they come with a long, fat syringe filled with black fluid. Maddalyn doesn't like taking medicine. 1/4 tsp is hard enough. I knew the syringe wasn't going to work. They tried, failed and brought a bottle. Yeah...she's never had a bottle in her life. I put it in her mouth, she kinda bit it just enough to let out some of the charcoal and she clamped her mouth shut. They ended up putting a tube up her nose and down into her stomach, sucking out the contents of her stomach and filling it with charcoal. That was 9:40 p.m. and that is when the crying started...accompanying the nonstop movement.
Poor baby was so tired but could not sleep. She was unconsolable. The doctor told me they needed to do a urine drug screen since we didn't know what she took. The nurses asked if I wanted to leave the room for it. Oh HELL NO! Did I want to be witness? No. But my baby needed me. Her needs come first. With their 1st attempt, she peed...but not into the catheter or anything else...just all over the bed. After their 2nd attempt, I told them to quit. They weren't going to get her cathed.
They just left us in this small, HOT room. Around midnight, I took Maddalyn out of our room into kind of...well, the nurse's station. It was cooler and she started calming down and fell asleep. Seeing her asleep, the doctor released us. She had been crying for 2 1/2 hours nonstop with nothing comforting her. She cried at the breast, she cried while I sang, she cried while I rubbed her back, she cried while I bounced her...but now she was finally asleep and we left.
That sleep was short-lived. She woke as I put her in the car seat. She bawled all the way home. Once home, she cried until 3:00 a.m. when she finally just stopped...stopped crying, stopped wiggling and fell asleep. I was afraid to move her too much for fear she would wake again so I just kept her in my arms as she fell asleep and sat in the chair. We slept there until 7:00 a.m.
So far today, she seems fine. I expected her to either be really tired or really crabby and she isn't either. So far, she's taken normal naps and is playing fine.
I still have absolutely NO idea what she ingested or where she found it. The only scenario I can come up with was that it was one of Drake's ADHD meds. He hasn't been home in 2 months but when he was, I trusted him to take his meds. I would have to tell him to do so, but I didn't always WATCH him take them. I wonder if he ditched them somewhere instead of taking them. Although, I have rearranged and even steam cleaned the carpets since he left. He has been on ADHD meds for 7 years...and Maddalyn is the 3rd toddler that's been in the house since then. If Drake drops his pills, he is very good about telling me so that we can look for them together.
I'm glad she is feeling well today and hope that there are no long-term effects. Definitely a very, very scary night.
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Well, I turned out just fine
- Dec 4, 2008
As a society, we learn more and more every second of every day. Part of what we learn discredits what we have known in the past.
Would a parent drive around town without having their baby in a carseat? (Okay, I have seen a few that do but I'm talking in general here.) No, because we now understand there are ways to prevent infant/child harm/death by restraining them in a seat made specifically for their safety.
In the early 70s, there were no laws about carseats for children. I was swaddled in a blanket and placed on the floorboard in the backseat of the car. You know what? I turned out "just fine."
How many parents now know the dangers of second-hand smoke? I guarantee it is many more than in the 70s when my parents would take me to smoke-filled bowling alleys or to my grandparents' house. Aside from a little asthma (which does also seem to be a hereditary trait in our family), I turned out "just fine."
My grandma fed her babies not by breast and not with formula but with watered down cans of evaporated milk. My mom, aunts and uncles...all 7 of them thrived without any major medical problems...turning out "just fine."
Our role as parents is to assess risks and not subject our children to them. When are we as a society going to stop taking unnecessary risks with our children's health merely because we "turned out just fine" when there is evidence and knowledge that a better way exists?
Do you want to be the best parent that you can be (with the knowledge you have available to you at the time) to ensure you give your children the best start in life...or you want them to merely turn out "just fine?"____________
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Santa brought me...erm...Maddalyn a Goodmama!!!
- Dec 6, 2008
OMG! I never have had anything so SWEET happen to me. I would never buy a Goodmama myself because they are too expensive for me...and yet here I am...holding a squishy, soft BEAUTIFUL Goodmama in my very own hands.
Thank you my Secret Santa...thank you SO much.
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