How To Name A Baby. Pretty sure Mike and I are in category number three with Eli's name. I loved seeing how name fads work - if you've got a few minutes to burn today, take a look at this, it's pretty interesting.
I'm deep in the throws of a major living room revamp right now, trying to make everything a little more kid-friendly, which means soft, plush, Eli-can-fall-on-and-land-like-he's-in-a-cloud poufs. Here's a round up of some super cute ones.
After the BabyCenter hububaloo, a friend sent me this new study out on how breastfed vs. bottle fed babies turn out and the and the results are pretty interesting, and very different from what we're usually told.
This story on adoption in the New York Times made me cry. While yes, that's not saying much because I cry during Pampers commercials, this was a legit cry. A wonderful, well-deserved cry.
"As long as it's healthy." I said that a lot during my pregnancy. Did you? This blog post on that common saying was challenging to me - and made me think twice before saying it again.
As I'm gearing up for Eli's first birthday (HO-LEY CRAP), I'm looking for lots of ways to transform a blank room we rented out into something special. These 25 handmade balloon ideas are just the ticket.
Thus far, Eli doesn't have any allergies that I know of (he's had all the common allergins, nuts, eggs, etc.,) and for that, I'm very thankful. I came across this post on Huffington Post about the special accommodations parents are having to make for children with allergies in schools and I'm curious what you all think about the topic. I started reading the comments and boy oh boy do I feel bad for the author, but personally, I think she has a bit of a point. While I wouldn't have said it in the same way, I do see what she's saying. I just wish she would have lobbied more for NOT bringing in treats at all and instead having kiddos hand out stickers or pencils, if anything. But maybe I'm crazy, because again, I don't know what it's like to have a child with allergies.
In case you missed it, my first post went up on Rookie Moms a bit ago, and I don't think I ever linked to it here on the bloggy. Eli and I visited the zoo with a friend of mine and I nearly dropped him in the Komodo dragon exhibit - whoops.
And finally, Mamapedia reposted my Fifteen Practical Tips for New Moms yesterday. If you're a new or soon-to-be mamma, this is the post for you! These are the things I wish I would have known before I became a mom, that I also think are a little hard to find in your "typical" list. If you didn't see it the first time around, it's a good read.
Having Eli was the first time I had ever been on the receiving end of meals. I had brought many a meal to friends and family for sickness, new babies, and even just a busy season of life, but I had never been on the other side. Prior to Eli, I had never given much thought to how I delivered the meals, I just whipped up what I thought was a pretty decent meal and dropped it off. But after having more than 30 meals delivered after Eli was born, I learned there are about a million ways to deliver a meal and I picked up a few awesome tips and tricks for how I'd like to do mine in the future.
While I don't think there's a wrong way to deliver a meal, there are a few things you can do to make that meal extra special for a new mom. By no means should feel you need to do everything on this list - new moms are NOT picky or expecting anything special, they're just grateful for the meal! Think of this like a menu, lots of options for you to pick from, but again, there's no wrong or right way to do it.
The Basics: Let's start with the basics. If you've never brought a meal over to someone else's house, here's what you need to know.
- Most new parents (or a friend of the new parents) organize their meal deliveries by using email or a free online service, like MealBaby or The Meal Stork. As you're deciding what to bring, if it's not listed it in the main message, text or email the new parent to find out if they have any food allergies or if the mother is nursing and avoiding certain foods.
- Package all the food in disposable containers - new moms have already lost about half of their memory, it's hard to remember to return a dish! Don't worry about buying fancy disposable containers (unless it's an oven dish of course). Feel free to use whatever you have on hand, yogurt tubs, sour cream containers, etc. New moms definitely don't care.
- If you're planning on having the family heat up the food (like baking a casserole) be sure to include instructions for temperature, timing, etc.
When someone without children tells me that their unborn child would never cry when they're not supposed to.
When we, along with five other parents, put Eli down at someone else's house and I'm trying to discern which cry is Eli's.
When there's a sale on formula. Yes, this happens right in the aisle - subtle yet celebratory.
When I'm holding a baby who's clearly been breastfed and is rooting around.
When I hear Eli wake up WAY early from a nap.
I hold my son close, as close as I can before he pushes me away again. He wants me, he doesn't want me, he doesn't know what he wants. I try sitting with him, standing with him, bouncing him, rocking him, looking out the window, looking at a book, singing songs and sitting quietly. Nothing is working and I don't know what to do.
This moment feels like ten million years, ticking by like a long winter desperate for spring. "How long will this last?" I think to myself. "What more can I do?" I ask aloud. As they always do, somehow the hands on the clock continue to move, inch by every, single inch, but it feels like no progress is ever made.
Some people call this the trenches, others the weeds, or just being in the thick of it. Call it what you want, it's as bad as they say it is. Like every parent, I'm often told to "enjoy it now, because it goes by too fast," and even with only eleven short months of parenting under my belt, I already know they are right. But in that trying moment, that deep, exhausting, horribleterrible, just-stop-it-now, just-let-me-be, just-one-break-please, moment, "enjoying it" is the last thing I'm trying to do.
I think this is quite possibly the easiest DIY I've ever completed. I literally did this while standing at the kitchen counter.
I've seen DIY arrows all over the web, so one afternoon when I already had my crafting stuff out for another project, I thought I'd whip up a couple. They're great because they're perfect for fabric and paper scraps or any small extras laying around from an old project.
Not pictured: A glue gun - very important. I also ended up using a few wooden beads I found as I was hunting around the house for things I could use. Oh, and the wooden sticks are actually skewers for grilling - at this point, I'm not sure I'm ever going to get a chance to use them again because summer will NEVER come, but that's off topic.
I knew I shouldn't have been embarrassed, but I couldn't help it. I felt like I failed as a mother, that I should have been able to keep nursing until I wanted to stop, not because I had to stop. I felt like somewhere, somehow along the wild ride of nursing, I screwed something up that compromised my supply in the long run. Maybe I introduced the pacifier too early, maybe I didn't drink enough tea, maybe it was because I didn't feed on demand after a few months, or maybe it was one of the ten million other decisions I made as a new mom that ultimately killed my supply.
There's nothing I stressed about more than keeping my supply up. It feels like everything you read and everyone you talk to has a solution as to why you lost your supply. I can't tell you how many times people told me that if I just did this, or just understood that, then I would have been able to nurse my son as long as I wanted and it should be fun, beautiful and bonding because it was the natural thing to do as a woman.
For me, it wasn't. For a variety of reasons, it was incredibly painful for me to breastfeed my son for at least 5 or 6 months. But I suppose I should back up - if you haven't yet, take a look at this post - it will get you up to speed on the first six months of my nursing journey. At the time I wrote it, I was hopeful I would be able to nurse my son for at least the "gold standard," one year. I had gone through a lot of ups and downs in my nursing journey and the particular day I wrote that post was an up. But very quickly it spiraled downward again. Suffice it to say my supply didn't return for the long haul, and by the end of November (Eli was nearly eight months) the formula canister was a constant sight near the kitchen sink.