Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts

Thursday, December 1, 2011


This baby business? Whew. Our average weekday is hard. I made a log:


515-530: henry wakes, nurse while ben showers


530-545: play with henry in bed, change his dipes while ben gets ready for work


545-615: get ready for work (dress, shower, make smoothie and eggs, help pack diaper bag, squeeze in a few last minute baby kisses, no wonder I almost never make it out of the door on time)


615 ben leaves to drop H off at the caregivers, i leave for my carpool to work


630-4: feel underworked and terribly sad that i am not making better use of my time at home with henry. crunch numbers to try and see if there is anything to be done. there isnt.


430-445: get home and nurse H, who has just woken up (ben and H have been home for a couple of hours)


445-530: spend time with my boys. try not to "get stuff done" but make it quality time.


530-545: H and ben bathe while i start dinner and get the room ready for bed (make bed, get dipes and pjs together, pick up floor, change water in humidifier)


545-630: nurse H and spend some more quality time with him before putting him to sleep while ben finishes cooking and watches a little surfing on the net and cleans up a little


630-640: wolf down our dinner


640-710: chat while we clean up (not the dishes- too noise) prepare for the morning, take care of little thing


710: H wakes up. we know that until we come to bed, he will just keep waking up. so ben goes to bed and reads a bit and lies with him


710 till i give in and go to bed to read (930ish?): edit photos for that wedding, make a tiny dent in the laundry that needs to be folded, type up these notes, refrain from blogging, try and give the cat 5 minutes of affection, pick up messes, wash cloth dipes, pay some bills


bed time to 5ish: lie in bed and try not to focus of what did not get done (those dishes, the rest of the laundry, mailing that package, calling my mom....) H wakes several times in the night to nurse.* i honestly have no idea how many. in the beginning of the night (9-12) i think it is every hour. then we get a long stretch. then it is frequent again in the early morning hours and we are using every trick to keep him asleep past 5.


we love H more than anything we could have imagined. we are so completely filled with joy and gratitude that he is in our life, and almost every moment spent with him is a good one. but. it is still hard. i hate that H goes to sleep so soon after i get home from work. miss alone time with my husband. i am frustrated that our only day off together too often involves catching up around the house instead of taking an adventure with H. i'd love to watch at least half a movie one evening without one of us having to go to bed.


so i wonder; how does this compare with your routine, if you are also in the thick of it. if you have made it to the other side (please tell me there is one) when does it get better?




*unless he is sick or teething, for the most part this just involves scooting him down from the crook where he is nuzzled by me, then scooting him back up after he passes back out within 5 to 10 minutes. THANK GOD.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

photo by my funny eye


Can we talk about god parents? Or more specifically, a person that is identified to be responsible for the care of a child should something happen to both parents. This is how I (growing up in what could be considered an agnostic family) understood the role of my own "god parents". (Is there a better word for this? I am at a loss.)


Did you choose a friend, one who shares your own principals and values? Or did you choose a family member? One with whom you might not share as much in common, but with whom you share blood. Knowing that while friendships can sometimes ebb and flow through life, family is a bit more permanent (generally).


What factors did you give the most weight to? Location, financial stability, their own status as single or married or having children? Political or religious views? If close friends were chosen over family, does this cause hurt to family members? Can multiple people be named, with the assumption that whoever is in the best place in their life (should the time come) to care for a child step in as primary caregiver? Should the spouse of a chosen person also be asked?


And finally, how have people, as non-practicing Christians, commemorated the decision? Perhaps some event can take place where it is acknowledged and celebrated, the fact that this adult has a special role in your child's life.


These are just some of the questions going around in our home, and some of our friends' homes. Can we discuss? Would you like to share how you chose? What struggles you might be having with choosing a "god" parent?

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

How is it, that no matter how much we new moms read, and talk to other moms, there are still some things that seem to (commonly) slip by.
I mentioned casually to our lactation consultant, Robin, how well Henry was sleeping. "Just to warn you, they often revert to waking more often around four months."

It wasn't a week later that Henry went from a guy who; went to bed around 8PM, slept anywhere from 5-9 hours (waking at most once for a quick feed) and then waking up for the day around 6:30... to a guy who; goes to bed around 7ish, wakes up for a 30 minute post bed time snack (?), sleeps till about 11PM, then wakes almost hourly after that. Until the start of the day around 5:30 ish. It is probably a combination of things. Teething, separation anxiety (as he now is aware of us, when we are there or not) and maybe making up for missed time during the day? (Since this all happened right when I went back to work.)

Experienced moms, when I mention this to them, say oh yeah, totally. New moms don't ever seem to know it's coming. So, consider this your warning.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Hop on over to camp comfort, where Roberta (on blogging maternity leave, getting to know her sweet little baby Wylie) kindly asked me to share my summer essentials. Warning; they are baby related!

Monday, August 1, 2011

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Ben and I never talked about having kids.

We talked about having a kid.

I mean, they are so expensive. If we had one, maybe we could actually send him/her to college, and pay for it? And with one, we figured, you are a little more mobile. You know? I have two siblings, but we are so far apart (and with different fathers) that I grew up more or less as an only child. And I don't feel ripped off in the least.

But then in the last few years, I started kind of looking over the fence. We would, for example, be watching United States of Tara, and seeing how (even though they weren’t BFFs) the kids related, how they could turn to each other during their parents' insanity, it would kind of touch me. (It didn't have the same effect on Ben.)

Then Henry was born. I remember thinking, a day or two later, "I don't know if I can do that again." I also remember thinking a month or so later "I can't imagine doing this with a toddler here." Or, "I can't imagine going through the absolute all encompassing exhaustion I felt during the first trimester of pregnancy with a TODDLER."

And yet, as I knew I probably would, we seem to forget. And also, I know that women and families do it ALL THE TIME. And everything is fine. Great even.

I still don't know that I want another baby. (Add to my list of cons; if going back to work with one baby at home breaks my heart, how will I feel when it is TWO?) My feet are still on the one-only side, but I am on my tippy toes peeking over. Ben still has his feet rooted deep into the ground. (I am ignoring that at the moment.) (As he will likely ignore this post.) Not that we need to decide right now, of course. But I can't help but think about it.

Like today, when a friend relayed the sound of a beating heart as heard through the Doppler. (Womp womp, womp womp...) And I am missing in advanced things that haven’t even passed yet, like nursing Henry. Today, when I feel quite certain that I just want another one because tiny babies are so sweet, and surely, there must be another? (And what if Henry never has a child? I understand so much more now the pressure for grandkids.)

Or like when our friend Carly was over a couple of months ago. I was lamenting that Henry had outgrown one of the first outfits that fit him, and I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with it. She suggested she could give it to her friend who was about to have a baby.

"NO!" I practically shrieked as I clutched the tiny garment in my white knuckles.

So that is kind of a problem. We already have all the STUFF. We may as well have another baby to use it, RIGHT? And until I know for sure, what do I do with it? Give it away? Sell it on craigslist (we could use the cash, for sure. I haven’t had a paycheck in months!)? Or (to Ben's dismay) (and to the downfall of our closets) (and to the joy of our mother in law) store it all.

Just. In. Case.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011



Little Henry chilling out in his ring sling.


(an instagram, obv. are you all on there? i think i have taken to treating it like mini blogging. love it.)


I thought I would share some community resources for any of you reading locally (?). And even if you're not, maybe this will encourage you to get out and find something similar in your own city!

Online message group: One of the first things I joined, kind of early in my pregnancy was this "Natural Families" yahoo group. I was desperate for alternative childcare resources, as most of the mainstream ones did not appeal to us, and I just wanted some sort of better filtered referral in general. It has been a great place to bounce questions and ideas off of other more experienced moms & families with similar approaches to life & parenting. And it did eventually lead to the woman we hired for childcare (yay!).

Lactation consultant/breastfeeding support: Before Henry got here we took a breastfeeding class that we really liked. A few days after he was born it was clear we might be having some latching difficulties (ouch!). I called the lactation consultant who taught our class, Robin Kaplan. Guys, she rocks my world. She called me back on a Sunday. Easter Sunday. While she was in New York on vacation. We talked through my problems and she (accurately) assessed that I wasn't in urgent need (though she gave me the number of another consultant in case I wanted in home help ASAP) and suggested that I save money by coming to the free breastfeeding support group that she hosted later that week.

I went to the group when Henry was 6 days old. Even though I was walking funny and still had a catheter in. (Oh, I haven’t told you about that fun yet?) It was awesome. So many like minded moms! So many babies! Free lactation help! I went most weeks during my maternity leave and it was great. In part, it was nice to just have somewhere to go that was out of the house, with real people to talk to, that it was ok if Henry cried. And it was EXPECTED that I would whip out my boob and start feeding him.

I did end up hiring Robin for an in home consultation, but she has been so much more. The lady is always there for me. It is awesome. Oh, and you can check out her resource packed blog here.

Babywearing groups: Ok I haven’t actually been to one of these but I am dying to go to a local one. Like Lucia and her strollers, we have tried everything with Henry & carriers. He is finicky about positioning (likes to be facing out) and which carrier type. At the baby wearing group they will help you with different techniques and positions (helpful for things like the ring sling- which I want him to like so bad, cause we bought a Sakura Bloom sling and it is beautiful. Something I WANT to wear.) And some groups have a lending library! Great, so you can test out what your baby likes before you buy.

That's what I got for now!

xo

Tuesday, July 26, 2011





Did you all know that if you leave baby poop stained items* out in the sun, the stain goes away? Like magic?

(Very useful information if you happen to say, wear your new white work pants in the morning while nursing the baby and he decides to um, lighten his load. And when his papa picks him up from your lap everything comes leaking out the side of the crappy disposables he has to wear at night. Onto your lap. Not that I would ever make such a mistake...)


*breastfed babies anyways, can't vouch for the formula. anyone?






sweet photo via

Thursday, July 21, 2011


I'd just like to take a moment to mention what a knock out Mr. Mom Ben is turning out to be.

Their first day home alone last week got to a rough start. Even though we had been practicing once or twice a week with the bottle, it still wasn't Henry's idea of a party. And he let it be known that morning. I am pretty sure he cried more than he ever has in one day. Papa was stressed and I was sad as can be.

But by afternoon things turned around. Like a switch flipped and he realized the bottle thing wasn't so bad.

And now every day I come home to a happy smiling baby, dinner on the stove, and more chores done than I was ever able to get to in a day. (Ben more often comes home to find me and Henry asleep on the couch together, me having not even managed to feed myself lunch, and piles of laundry everywhere.)

Well done, Ben. You kill it.


PS.... Thanks for all your support on my last post. Obviously, Ben being so awesome has made the transition back to work a bit easier. But it is still hard sometimes. I am not (yet) managing to pump as much milk as Henry eats during a day. (Who knew it would be so hard?) Yesterday I *had* to go back to the office for something I forgot, and it caused me to miss out on nursing him at 5. Since regular nursing is crucial to keeping up supply, and I left the pump at work, I was so sad to miss this feeding. Which of coursed spiraled into all the sadness and guilt about not being at home with him. I cried the whole way home. Sigh.

Thursday, July 7, 2011



i return to work on monday. i hate just typing these words. it makes it more real.




not my fun, do from home work, but my bill paying, go to an office for 9 hours a day job.




without henry, obviously.




it isn't exactly like i am in denial. it's more like i just don't know how to prepare for it, how to accept that it is really happening, like when the birth of your child is impending and your whole world it about to get rocked and you know it rationally, but you just don't understand it until it actually happens. so all you can do is brace for impact.




so this is an attempt at bracing.




i am terrified that he will get used to the bottle and not take my nipple any more, necessitating a shift to formula. (is that common? we have had a few latch problems that just finally have seemed to work themselves out....)




i am concerned about his sleep. during the day, he tends to cat nap. even while being worn, 30 minutes, an hour tops. it wouldn't bother us but.... we have a new routine. around the second or third nap of the day i will get set up on the couch for what we call a sleating (sleeping/eating) marathon. if he has access to my nipple he will sleep for two to three hours, only half waking occasionally for a quick snack, other times just using me as a human pacifier while he snoozes. he wakes up from this time so refreshed and awake, i know it does his little body good. but we just cant figure out how to achieve these longer naps without mama.




i am so worried that he will feel abandoned by me. is that silly? i am his world right now. don't get me wrong. he loves his papa and spends loads of amazing time with him. but he is never without me for but the briefest of periods. his sweet eyes follow me around the room, he is calmed in my arms above others' just a little easier, and he is slightly more generous to me with his smiles and cooing. and suddenly, i just won't be there. for over nine hours.




henry will be 12 weeks next week. i keep waiting for the magic 3 month mark to hit. where they get just a little easier. he is an amazing little guy, not too fussy and pretty easy to please. but he still needs one of us almost constantly. i was hoping this would have eased up before i had to leave him. not for concern that others can't care for him as well as i do, just for my own internal peace. he doesn't turn three months until 13 weeks. so maybe then.




the care he will receive is in fact the one thing i am not worried about. we are so lucky that his papa gets to take a little bit of time off now. so while i am a hot mess at work, i will at least be assured that the little man is home with someone who loves him just as much as i do. this is the best possible transition i could have asked for.*




and i am so so so excited for them to have this time together. it will be such an important and wonderful bonding experience for them. and i think they will have a lot of fun. i love picturing their adventures, and can't wait to get constant updates throughout the day to see what they are up to.**




but still. (selfishly?) i am deeply sad. my heart aches.




those of you who have been there/done that; how did you get through this time?







* (okay, pushing it back a year or so would have worked too. ;)


**if we were not broke from all this time off work i would probably update us to new iPhones so we could video chat!



both images by michal rubin

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

During Jamie & Celia's maternity leave we asked a few of our favorite moms from around the internet if they would help fill the space with their wisdom. We asked for their thoughts on being a new mom, motherhood in general, or maybe something that really surprised them (no one told me that!). When Shelly asked for a more specific subject, I asked her to talk about travel and mobility, since while making the request she and her family of 5 were in the middle of a 5 week adventure in Costa Rica!!!!! And, traveling with kids in tow has always been of interest to me... Please welcome Shelly!


While pregnant with my first babe, adults would congratulate me on my pregnancy then quickly follow up with a knowing caution of how my life was about to change. I always thought this a very interesting thing to say because: Who really wants their life to remain the same throughout the years anyways…isn’t that the definition of stagnant? Further, I never could understand the often communicated sentiment that once your family started to grow that things the parents enjoyed before having children must be sacrificed once there were children. Would my cherished pleasures like travel to foreign lands, beer and garden tomatoes come to a rude halt once our babe was born?


Birth came and went. And again. And again. Now we are 5. I am happy to report that things have changed and for the better. Things I enjoyed once upon a time, I can honestly say that I enjoy them more now because they are shared (ok, I don’t share a craft beer with my kids yet). One thing we do share, and as often as we can, is travel to foreign lands. The best travels we have had as a family have been when everyone is having a good time together. Honestly, I don’t really want to spend my holiday going to kid venues (boring for me) just as my littlest littles wouldn’t want to explore an art museum for hours on end (boring for them).


Here are my do’s for travel with littles:


Do always be realistic. Camping trips and beach holidays are superb family getaways, city style cafes and museums are not. In nature, kids are offered a venue to explore and get dirty. Meanwhile, I can watch them run while swinging in a hammock with a book and a beer.

Now don’t get me wrong, while travel with family offers so much fun and greatness, it can also be hell at times.

Do remain light and maintain your sense of humor. You know, because you will need it once or twice. The good news is, everything is temporary and after a few minutes the dust always settles.

Do bring needle and thread. Something always needs mending.

Do carry food at all times. When heads come unscrewed, it is almost always because of lack of sleep or hunger.

Do use local babysitters. I cannot stress this one enough…. If you want to do something fun that a little can’t do or you want a date night…. Do it!


Do have as many children as possible. I know this may sound a bit crazy but traveling (abroad and in life) as a gang is so delightful and entertaining in itself for everyone in the family.\

Ultimately, traveling with littles is blissful time spent together punctuated by chaotic messes. The alternative: Not traveling because of the littles is not an option... unless that is, you plan on growing old and cautioning the youth in a condescending manner that reflects on your boring days of yesteryear.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011


During Jamie & Celia's maternity leave we asked a few of our favorite moms from around the internet if they would help fill the space with their wisdom. We asked for their thoughts on being a new mom, motherhood in general, or maybe something that really surprised them (no one told me that!). Please welcome Shayna!



I've been wracking my brain for the past few weeks trying to come up with some miraculously witty and sage advice or thoughts about what surprised me most as a new mom. And after all of this wracking and thinking? Nothing much brilliant but a random quick and dirty list of thoughts I've gathered over the past 4.5 months about this whole childbirth and baby business:

+ birth plan? eh, why bother? good tool for discussion (or mega-fights in our household) but I think my scribbled plan stayed crumpled up at the bottom of my bag. The nurses are your best friends; use their experience.

+ birth is miraculous no matter the circumstance; natural, medicated or cesarean it's all pretty damn amazing and in the end the result is the same....you have a baby!

+ hospitals are not relaxing. ask a nurse if you can put a "do not disturb" sign on the door for a few hours. we finally did (mom's brilliant idea) and it was the first time we slept in 4 days.

+ coming home with a new baby is HARD. when friends and family offer help, take it.

+ don't judge parents who use the pacifier, the bouncy chair, formula, etc. getting through the beginning as a relatively sane person is a lot better for both you and babe than being a crazy person who is dogmatic about their pre-baby ideals. not saying you have to abandon your child-rearing philosophy, but stay open and flexible.

+ not all babies sleep all of the time.

+ don't even try to do dishes, laundry, cook, etc for a while. that's not your job right now.

+ nursing gets easier with time and your nipples won't hurt forever.

+ the surge in hormones is insane. you will cry like a teenage girl and smell like a teenage boy for several weeks post-birth.

+ don't stress about what you "need" to be ready for the arrival of the wee one. diapers and a blanket are really the only necessary items. in the end, you're going to have a baby no matter how much stuff you accumulate and the baby won't notice what's missing.

+ you will mourn for your old life. don't be ashamed. it doesn't mean you don't love your baby or your new life.

+ you may not feel like you love your baby immediately and it doesn't make you a bad mother. this is an entirely new person that you need time to get to know.

+ on that note: one day without even noticing that it's happened, you'll find yourself head-over-heels hardcore in-love with your tiny babe and you'll realize that everything was so worth it.

Monday, May 9, 2011

During Jamie & Celia's maternity leave we asked a few of our favorite moms from around the internet if they would help fill the space with their wisdom. We asked for their thoughts on being a new mom, motherhood in general, or maybe something that really suprised them (no one told me that!). Please welcome Lisa!


Let's say you're pregnant. Or thinking, dreaming, of becoming so. You wonder about motherhood. You say to yourself, "Maybe I should study up a bit?" You read a book, some blogs, you are surprised. "Have we lost our minds? Shouldn't taking care of a baby be simple? Weren't we designed to do this?
Let us deconstruct. I've thought about this for years. My first child will be 24 in July. My second, and last, will be 21 in a few weeks.


Here's the root cause behind so much of today's parenting craziness.



  1. Babies need lots of nurture to stay alive.


  2. The requirements for said nurture, specifically feeding, mean at minimum severely interrupted sleep and, at worst, cracked nipples, milk duct infections, even defeat. Oh, and babies often prefer to be held all the time when they are awake. No lazy sitting around, they want you walking. That's more to do than any one or even two people can handle reasonably.


  3. Babies usually have only one mother and one father. With any luck, a grandmother or a few aunts can pitch in, but they often live elsewhere, and provide only occasional help.


  4. When, exhausted by providing said nurture, you ask for advice, read books, or blogs, in search of ways to make the task easier, the entire world will advise you. Unfortunately, they will say EITHER that you must respond to your baby's every quiver and fidget, OR that you must start immediately to structure and discipline your baby's life. That you will in fact wreck that baby via unlimited nurture.


  5. Not to mention Freud, and the legions of psychologists who followed.




What you learn, in the end, is that there's no such thing as culturally and emotionally unbiased advice.

In the first months of parenthood you make decisions that may have a huge impact on your child's well-being. Certainly they will affect your own. Or not. You don't know for sure. The problem is, sleep deprivation and hormones disrupt all your logical systems. Worse, there is no clear, reasoned, correct answer to most of your questions. Which is not to say there are no answers at all, to the contrary, there are millions. But an actual understanding, by anyone, of the true psychological impact of baby care choices? Rudimentary.
Sure, we know that very bad care is very bad for babies. But once you reach adequate, we don't know much about the different impact of sufficient versus deeply attached. We don't know for sure which matters more, responsiveness or structure. We just don't know.

People with different politics, or emotional backgrounds, favor different kinds of childcare. And everyone wants you to follow their path.

Some personal stories. My first baby, my daughter, had ear infections from the time she was 5 weeks old. Nowadays they know antibiotics aren't always required, but I didn't know it then. Homeopaths said don't use antibiotics, my old-school pediatrician said dose her or risk hearing loss. We used the medicine. We'd take a little syringe without a needle and shoot the pink liquid between her gums and cheek. She'd cry and throw up. Of course, when the ear infections came on she'd nurse and then throw up. Off and on for months, this happened.
When she was 4 months old, we went back East, and saw some old friends. They said, "Tell me, are you just SO in love with her?" "No," I said, "I'm mostly scared."

Conflicting advice, and the sense that if I only had more information I could do a better job, caused more distress than the problem itself.

But babies throwing up pink antibiotics wasn't wasn't half so difficult as sleep. Or lack thereof. I struggled so much with my children waking at night. I went to my daughter and nursed her every time she cried. Until she turned 2, and I got pregnant again.

By the time my son was about 11 months old, I'd been waking in the middle of the night for several years. I had tried nursing two children at the same time - tandem nursing they call it, what a term - and had come down with bronchitis and dropped 15 pounds. At my wit's end I decided to try the Let Him Cry It Out method. I regret it to this day.

I will never forget the sight of my son's beautiful chubby face, pressed up against his crib bars, as he knelt, sleeping, still sniffling from crying. His eyes were closed and his body was still crying.

I needed a more graceful way to degrade. I was exhausted, true, but I am too highly-strung to survive a little one crying alone. Most likely, my children share that hard-wiring. Most likely, my son took it harder than other babies, sons of tougher mothers. Had I trusted myself instead of a system, had I been able to withstand the peer pressure and anxiety of competing thought systems, I'd have made a different choice.


I imagine some of you are thinking, "Wow, she was one of those crazy moms. I will never try so hard (care so much fret worry agonize) like that." The funny thing is, after the early years, I became a fairly relaxed mother. Not one to lose my temper, forbid sugar, require total obedience, or lose sleep over a little dirt. Now, I never stopped thinking, or trying to figure out the best approach, that's who I am. But, simply put, once I'd gathered enough data I settled in and started to feel like an expert of sorts. An expert on my children and my way of mothering.
As I look back, I could have trusted biology more. I think the word instinct is misused. We live in a world far beyond instinct. But your hunches, and your deep feelings, those you can follow. In other words, my babies had soft hearts, high sensitivity, and a strong will in their heritage. I could have gone with my gut, because my babies shared that gut, in many ways. If I'd adopted, I would have trusted in my observations more. What you see before you is always more valuable than what you read.
I also wish I'd done more research, not on child care, but on infant development. For those of us who think a lot, having a good conceptual framework helps carry us to a place of gut-trust. For example, I found it deeply comforting to know what the greats of child psychology and animal behavior believe. Some facts.



  • You can't spoil a child before 6 months. (I'd say more like 11-18 months, but for that I have no proof.)


  • The number of mother-child interactions over time is so huge that no one thing you do will determine the nature of your relationship or your child's psychology.


  • There is such thing as temperament and some traits are genetic, shyness for example, and response to authority. That baby is not a blank slate.




Finally, here's what I came to believe, even though I can't prove truth.



  • It's worth trying as hard as you can to provide pre-civilized nurture. Perhaps they call it 'Paleo Mothering,' these days. I don't know. I believe that civilization is alienating, albeit necessary.


  • However, in modern society, this will prove at some point to be just about impossible. The trick is to know when you've done all you can, and switch to a different strategy before you collapse, resent, ignore, or damage anyone. Yourself included. Degrade gracefully.


  • Do set up some structure early on, designed primarily to support your own sanity. Days can be long, confusing, and boring. Having some idea of what happens next can be comforting.


  • Once you have your structure, your day pattern, be prepared to tear it down. Babies keep changing their minds. So you build and tear down, build and tear down. You aren't supposed to know what to do automatically, or immediately. You are supposed to work with your baby. The two of you figure it out together. What a great way to learn about relationships. Humans are an interdependent species, one that relies on communication. It makes sense that good mothering is more about a shared understanding than any one right way.


  • I had a friend who would lay her baby down, look into his face and say, "Hello. You are a baby. Hello baby." I always found that very useful, and comforting.


  • There's no such thing as a bad baby. Some are easy, some are difficult. That's it.


  • A difficult baby is not necessarily going to be a difficult toddler, or a difficult teen. The converse is also true. Easy babies may enter their teen years and become veritable hellions. At which point those of us with more demanding babies get to laugh, demonically.


  • Start imposing limits for the sake of your child - later. At let's say, 18 months. If you haven't imposed any by the time your kid is three and half, you'll regret it. Be sure to pick your battles. They've got some strong little wills, those kidlets.


  • Find yourself a like-minded community in which to raise your children. Since there are no answers, you may as well get opinions from people with whom you share values. I highly advise finding a newborn mother's group.




You will continue to learn.

The first year after my daughter was born, I wrote a long letter to two pregnant friends, I concluded by saying you can only be as good of a parent as you are a person. I was wrong. I am a better person for having loved my children as I do, for having nurtured them as I have. I did anything but a perfect job, but tried every day to do better.

Your baby, oddly, is your Buddha. The effort to do better is worth it. But make the effort with as much peace in your heart as you can find.


One day, maybe three months after giving birth, you put your baby in the car seat, and walk around to get into the driver's seat, only to realize she's watching you. She knows you are the mother. Then, a few years later, in that same car, or maybe a new one, you're driving home and your toddler starts to sing the lullaby you put her to sleep with at night. Only she uses different words,

"Lullaby, and goodnight, go to sleep now darling mommy." And you're sunk. If you weren't already.
Images:

Me and my daughter, a couple of hours after she was born.

My daughter, at 3 weeks, over the the space of 5 minutes.

That chubby, apparently dark-haired creature, is now a tall slender redhead. As I said, they surprise you.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

During Jamie & Celia's maternity leave we asked a few of our favorite moms from around the internet if they would help fill the space with their wisdom. We asked for their thoughts on being a new mom, motherhood in general, or maybe something that really suprised them (no one told me that!). Please welcome Elizabeth!




it's a new day

i heard an analogy recently about birth being like getting ready for a big trip to europe. you read the guide books, book the hotels and pack all your travel essentials and then get in your taxi and head to the airport. this is labor and birth. but what about after? i was definitely guilty of focusing on just that big day. i packed my birth bag, took two labor support classes, had a checklist of all the things i had to buy for the baby, and read more books than i'd care to admit on the subject. the one thing i wish had been talked about a bit more was the importance of healing post-partum.

the first six weeks post-partum is a time unlike any other emotionally or physically. you just used a huge part of your life source to create another human being and you need help! in eastern indian (ayurvedic) tradition, a woman is home being cared for by her family for the first six weeks. this allows her the time to heal and bond with the baby. i think there is a huge emphasis in our culture to 'bounce back' and to be our selves. i know at least for me, i wanted to feel like my old self again. i like to multi-task like crazy and i was so exhausted i could barely leave the house (just wait until you put on the maya wrap the first few times you go to the grocery store - i'm tired just thinking about it.) thankfully i knew from having two beautiful siblings who have had many, many babies that i wasn't my old self. i had just gone through the most physically demanding act i'll probably ever experience and should honor it. i really think creating a cocoon for your little family and lining up resources for the days after can make a huge difference in how you feel six months to a year down the line.

having support is so key for those first few weeks of excitement and beauty. now that the hard work of labor is behind you, there is still the 'invisible work' of healing ahead. and let's not forget breastfeeding. for some this is a walk in the park, for others it can be the most frustrating thing to figure out. if possible get a post-partum doula, a lactation consultant or someone who can come in your home after you have the baby to help. i hired an amazing lactation consultant who brought me tinctures, a squirt bottle (you aren't gonna feel like 'wiping' down there for a while) and cabbage leaves for when my milk came in. we were so tired and nervously charted when elodie ate, spit up, slept and endlessly worried that she wasn't eating enough. i think by day three we realized that she was ok, that we knew what to do and, thankfully, threw that chart away. some lifesavers for us were 'the happiest baby on the block' video, the aden and anais swaddler blankets and just knowing that it was fine to lay in bed all day and 'work' at breastfeeding. my fondest memories are of being in bed all day and eating meals that our friends so graciously prepared for us. we spent very little time cleaning or online (well, i would watch cable during the marathon breastfeeding sessions!)

i guess my main message is enjoy every minute and don't be so hard on yourself. your body just went through an enormous change and now you have a little one that is relying on you for everything. my mantra has been since those first few twilight days, 'if not the mama, then who?' it is in awesome responsibility. do the best you can and know that it is beautiful and enough.



images by Hisham Akira Bharoocha

Monday, May 2, 2011


During Jamie & Celia's maternity leave we asked a few of our favorite moms from around the internet if they would help fill the space with their wisdom. We asked for their thoughts on being a new mom, motherhood in general, or maybe something that really suprised them (no one told me that!). Please welcome Marie-Ève!


Things that surprised me about motherhood.


The amazing effect seeing their little faces has on my morale, even when tired; it's crazy how just that is often enough to keep me going.


How simultaneously hard and rewarding breastfeeding is. How you sometimes can't wait for it to be over, but then also can't bear to stop.


How however long maternity leave is (I'm blessed with one year), it really goes by too quickly.


How, despite being terrified of childbirth and sure that I would want the epidural as soon as the first contraction came, I was able to go through it naturally twice.


How even though becoming a mother instantly became a huge part of my life, I didn't stop caring about other things as well, about everything else that interested me before. I realized that pursuing these things and still taking care of myself actually made me a better mother.


How babies are already full of the personalities they will end up having... How they naturally take their place within the family, by just being there and being themselves.


How you can survive on interrupted sleep, for years.


How so much communication is possible even without language.


How our life never went back to "normal". At the beginning we were waiting for a return to the way it used to be, then we understood that it wasn't happening. A "new normal" was taking place, instead. And we were better for it.


How I shouldn't take their routine and patterns for granted. As soon as I thought I was having it down, they would throw me out for a loop, by not getting down for a nap anymore, or suddenly wanting to nurse much earlier. Same with their behavior or reaction to certain situations; despite fearing that both kids would explode during a long flight, they slept and did well. Only to send us into complete disaster mode later when we least expected it, during familiar, trivial activities like taking a walk or shopping for groceries.


How I should never be afraid to try things that send us out of our comfort zone, and push the limits a little. In retrospect, it has always gone smoother than I could ever expect.


How when it comes to my kids I naturally become assertive, insistent, relentless, a force to be reckoned with, which I had never been before.


How clearly they suddenly made my priorities appear, even with things that are unrelated to them.


How your heart simply grows to welcome a second child, and you really can love the both of them as strongly, even if before I didn't how how this was possible. Similarly, how seeing my husband as a dad is sometimes making me ache in love and yes, even lust, for him.


How it's never possible to be a perfect parent, how sometimes you go to bed at night with your heart heavy, full of guilt and regret. But how it is also miraculous that the next day, and every day, you always get a chance to do over and get it right.


How, despite what we had thought, a second child does not feel any "less special". It is different, and seems to go by quicker, but we find ourselves taking just as many pictures, and being just as attentive and rejoiced by all of her little milestones and developmental progress.


How truly easier the second time is, probably because we are more relaxed (perhaps too much so sometimes -I've even occasionally forgotten the diaper bag at home!)


How immensely addictive is the smell, tiny limbs, little sounds, and furtive happy glances of new babies.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

During Jamie & Celia's maternity leave we asked a few of our favorite moms from around the internet if they would help fill the space with their wisdom. We asked for their thoughts on being a new mom, motherhood in general, or maybe something that really suprised them (no one told me that!). Please welcome Kristina!

Hello Hank & Lucy readers! This is so exciting because me guest-posting means that Hank & Lucy are here! Or nearly here. Hugest congrats to mamas Jamie and Celia!


I've been thinking about what sort of advice I could possibly give to new moms out there that they haven't already heard 1M times. You know, nap when the baby is napping (true!), rest, don't try to do too much, accept help when offered, live in the moment because moments turn into days and months so quickly, try to make a tiny bit of time for yourself once in a while, etc etc etc. All of which are totally 100% time tested and true.


But most of us don't end up following that advice to the letter. Because there are always dishes to do, showers to be had, beds to be made, and sometimes you just wish your baby was a little bit older so he could do this or that or sleep longer or sit up or be mobile. It's just the nature of your first experience as a mother, I suppose. So maybe I won't give you any advice, instead maybe I will just share a part of my experience. The most remarkable part, for me.


What is impossible to prepare for, utterly enveloping, and completely unavoidable is the love. The extraordinarily deep, scary intense, gut-wrenching, rip-your-heart-out-and-wear-it-pinned-to-your-chest love, that appears without warning in the days and months that follow the birth of your child. In fact love actually seems like too small of a word. Too worn and used in so many other ways. This is something different and real and visceral. Something that feels so big and so true, it's hard to describe.


I was sorely unprepared for how the birth of my son would change me. It's as if the axis of my little universe suddenly and irreversibly shifted. I've read many times that having a child feels like watching your heart walk around outside your body. THAT is the truth. And it can be terrifying. I go down dark scary holes thinking about all the "what-ifs" for my little heart, and I wish I didn't but I don't understand how one avoids that? Your most vital organ is now out in the world, swinging on swings, climbing stairs, scraping his knees, eventually growing into a teenager (!), completely unprotected by your body. It's a wonder mothers survive the emotional upheaval.


Do you know what scares me more? Having another. Really. I don't think I'm ready to handle having my mind blown all over again. Jora left me a comment the other day that said "… you are about to find out that a mother's love is exponential." Exponential! That means that if you have three kids you don't have three times as much love. You have love to the power of three. Which is like, whoa. But it is wonderful to feel this deeply.


I can't even fathom what more of this would be like. But I can't wait to find out. You know what motherhood is? It's a drug.

Photograph by Deb Schwedhelm



Tuesday, April 26, 2011

During Jamie & Celia's maternity leave we asked a few of our favorite moms from around the internet if they would help fill the space with their wisdom. We asked for their thoughts on being a new mom, motherhood in general, or maybe something that really suprised them (no one told me that!). Please welcome Cate!

You know what sprung to mind when Jamie asked me if I would write about new motherhood? This notebook I had.

Talia spent the first couple of weeks of her life mostly asleep. Then I suppose she must have recovered from being born, realised this outside world was the new normal, and started paying attention.

She was a pretty good sleeper, in the sense that she generally slept at night. She'd wake a lot to feed sometimes, but she wouldn't be up for hours on end screaming. Hardly ever, anyway.

But at some point when she was only weeks old, I started to look for a pattern in her naps. It was a square ruled notebook; I turned it sideways and I wrote all twenty-four hours of the day all the way down the left-hand side. Then I noted when she fed and coloured the little squares to represent the times she was asleep.

And I stressed about it. Because, although she was a good sleeper, she was a little colicky and would sometimes take quite a while to settle in the evenings. Sometimes she'd keep us up, and this was in the middle of winter (and we only get eight hours daylight up here right in the depths of winter), when my husband was getting up at five am, spending three hours a day commuting, and working all day on a building site.

So, yeah, it's coming back to me now. There were nights when he would give in and go downstairs to try and get some sleep on the sofa. We'd kiss each other and say "sleep well" and "I love you" and "I hate this" and "I understand". And the next day I'd scribble in my little notebook like it might make some difference. Like by obsessively recording her every move through the day I might change what happened at night.

But I didn't believe in waking a sleeping baby, still don't. I believe as they get older it makes sense to feed them and put them to bed at times that make sense to you (while paying attention to what seems to make sense to them). But I never saw the sense in waking them, and I never had any luck keeping a tiny baby awake against its will either. So what effect I thought my stressing would have, I don't know.

So Jamie, Celia? Don't rush to scribble in notebooks. There is plenty of time for rhythm and routine. Aim for it only when doing so feels right. In the meantime... embrace the chaos. And sleep when you can.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011



I was going to talk about leggings, but I am not ready to move past yesterday's event....

Monday morning, Celia and I both woke up (as we have been every morning for 9 or so months) as pregnant ladies.

This morning, I woke up as a pregnant lady, and Celia woke up (!!!) as a mama.

It is still so hard to believe. And though I am weeks (days?) away from the same transition, it still seems so far for us. Like suddenly Celia & Joe are like, way ahead of us.

I used to see these things as so... permanent. You see a pregnant lady walking down the street and I would think of her pregnancy as a state of being, not just what she is now. Also the parents of very young babies. They are the parents of very young babies and that is their identity in life. Not just what they are for a few fleeting moments.

I am only now grasping how temporary this all is.

But all of this is a digression. Really, I am here to say just how excited for Celia & her family I am. She is an amazing woman, and I want to wish her a wonderful first week of getting to know her baby, and healing.


"before & after" photos by Kristen Heldmann, found via Kate Miss' flickr faves.


I also want to take a moment to note that in C's absence expect posting to be on the light side, while it is just me. Then when my little guy decides to come, we have some really really excellent guest posts lined up from some of our favorite mama's around the web!