27 weeks — shiningly glorious old stretch marks on the outside, baby of who knows what size on the inside
Sorry to harp on this, but it keeps coming up. My midwife made a big deal again about how I need to "watch that weight gain" and cut out all white flour and sugar from my diet. She acknowledges that some big babies are genetic (um, yeah, I know), but then she had to go and play the Dead Baby card. I hate it when people do that.
She told me about a client of hers who was borderline for gestational diabetes and "cheated" the test by having her OB (I take it she was under some form of coordinated care) coach her on how to avoid testing positive. Once she squeaked through, she, in the words of my midwife, "totally let herself go" and packed on the pounds that last trimester. During labor, the woman admitted she had been baking for herself every day and eating pies, cakes, cookies, and so forth. (The horror!)
She was a small woman, and her 12-pound baby was lodged with an extreme shoulder dystocia that took the midwife seven minutes of hard work to dislodge. The baby was floppy and unresponsive and had to be rushed in an ambulance to the ER, EMTs fighting to resuscitate him.
"Inquisition Monday" from the bee in your bonnet: On bodily autonomy and the perception of "no rules."
"A Moment of Terminology" from Domestic Chaos: Something to think about: What does "natural" mean in the context of childbirth, and what term might be more appropriate? You can read my comment in the comments section as well, if you're interested.
"Women in Control of Epidural in Labor Use 30% Less Anesthesia" from BlogHer: I hope patient-controlled pain relief becomes more widely accepted! I was intrigued by the results the first time I heard about studies being done on patient-controlled morphine drips and thought it was definitely the way to go.
This is the type of card I usually get — only, with our names right. And, yes, she does send us Valentine's cards.
"Happy Valentine’s Day to my son…and the harlot with whom he’s living in sin." from PassiveAggressiveNotes.com: Ha! I always get cards from my mother-in-law addressed "To a Dear Son and 'Daughter.'" I don't know how she always finds them, but she does. I know she doesn't even mean it as a slight, because she's told me frequently her preferred term for daughter-in-law is "daughter-in-love." Awww.
"How to: Quit Your Job and Go to Italy" from Small Notebook: Love! I want to move to England for a few months and love hearing that it's possible, given the right circumstances.
"Pumping in public?" from The Milk Mama: What are your thoughts on pumping in public as opposed to nursing in public? Read the comments for some enlightening responses.
The theme for "Families, Create!" this month is Heroes and Heroines, and fortunately for me, Sam and Mikko spearheaded this short film just when I most needed a heroic saga to share:
They decorated the set themselves and did all (ALL!) the fine acting, screenwriting, and directing. I know! I was the terribly amateur cameraperson.
You'll enjoy seeing Mikko's consternation that Sam is being a goofball and ignoring the rules of fine dining, as well as his insistence that the keys are not magic, just regular keys.
Astute readers might notice, if they catch sight of a calendar, that I missed Sunday Surf this week and that it is not, in fact, Sunday any longer. We spent the weekend cleaning and running around, and the days were gone before I knew it.
Some proof. After I went to bed crying that our place was such a mess, Sam stayed up till 6 a.m. getting the place this good, though we still had hours of work left to do. And we haven't touched the upstairs yet. Yes, it's sad we're that messy. But isn't he a sweetheart? Look, we have carpet! And countertops! Who knew!
But I have a few, urgent-ish links to share with you, so I'm not waiting till Sunday to get them all out there.
Mikko's favorite new thing is showing off his fashion sense with as many of my scarves as he can snag. This day, he wanted his new Elmo doll (a bribe from the pediatric dentist) to be inside the scarves, so I helped him tie his baby on. Very old-school.
We continue to be delighted with the inspiration and wisdom our Carnival of Natural Parenting participants share, and we hope you'll join us for the next carnival in March! (Check out January and February and the full list of 2010 posts if you missed them.)
Theme: Make a natural parenting "Top 10" list: Be creative! Choose as many (or as few) NP topics as you’d like and incorporate them into a Top 10 list. It could be anything from "Top 10 Gifts for a New NP Mom," to "Top 10 Reasons to Birth at Home," to "The Top 10 Ways Families on a Budget Can Go Green."
Deadline: Tuesday, March 1. Fill out the webform (at the link or at the bottom) and email your submission to us by 11:59 p.m. Pacific time: mail {at} HoboMama.com and CodeNameMama {at} gmail.com
I've never done Formspring, but the concept intrigues me, or maybe I'm just inspired by TopHat at The Bee in Your Bonnet's Inquisition Monday. I also regularly get questions now from readers about all sorts of parenting and blogging topics, which has given me a chance to put on my Dear Abby hat.
So, I thought, it would be fun (would it?) to put a general request out there:
Submit your questions, small or large!
And then I will choose some to answer in an upcoming blog post or posts.
Here are some overarching topics for you to consider, though you're free to roam outside them:
If you pop over there, you'll learn about the GE ecomagination Challenge and how to submit your big ideas for energy use and conservation. You can also read what we've been doing in our home renovations to green our own energy use, and you can enter a simple tip or challenge in the comments about eco-conscious energy use at home for a chance to win a $50 GE Energy Smart LED light bulb that lasts 20 years and saves $85 in energy costs over the life of the bulb.
And the post is full of fascinating pictures, like this one of my dishwasher.
Last week Bethenny Frankel appeared on the Rachael Ray Show and discouraged breastfeeding in public, despite being a breastfeeding mama herself:
Guest in the audience: "I'm expecting my second child and strongly thinking of breastfeeding. What are your rules for public breastfeeding, like where is it appropriate?"
Bethenny: "I think, unless you are Pamela Anderson, you shouldn't be showing anyone your breasts besides your husband and your baby."
Rachael: "Exactly."
Bethenny went on to detail how disturbing-to-disgusting it is for women to "whip out a boob" (why is that language always used?) and that breastfeeders should "just keep it private."
Ah, yes. Lovely. Not to mention so unoriginal. (Is anyone else tired of the whole "Keep it at home, girls" trope?)
Boosting my spirits greatly, Maman A Droit had a wonderful idea, which you can read in her post:
Let's get someone on the show who's passionate and informed about breastfeeding, who's level-headed and able to talk intelligently about feeding choice (i.e., not someone who's anti-formula feeding), who has a platform for discussing breastfeeding-related issues, and who has proven experience breastfeeding in public uncovered but respectfully and who knows both the legalities and the benefits of nursing in public. Who is that?
Welcome to the Sunday Surf! Here are some of the best links I've read this past week.
I have a confession to make. I have two links to share. Two. And one is a link I forgot to share last week, so it doesn't even really count as belonging to this week.
It's not that I didn't read this week. Oh, I read! I read 51 Carnival of Natural Parenting posts. Yes, 51 this month! (That's not including my own.) Which is awesome. And I read a lot of Wordless Wednesday posts, because I host a couplelinkies each week, which is always fun. But that meant I didn't have a whole lot of time to read, you know, other stuff.
So I thought about skipping this week's Sunday Surf, but then I realized I'd miss out on highlighting the February Carnival to you, which was truly fabulous, as well as some other bloggy fun going around my sites, and the two lovely links I have to share.
Here's a sweet and easy Valentine's Day craft of a construction-paper heart mobile you can make with your toddler, preschooler, or young child.
Our son is three and a half, so the finished quality of our heart mobile reflects both his skill level and that of his mother, because I am no craft genius. I think this would be fairly easily adaptable for different age levels.
Grandma subscribed to it for Mikko when he was 2, and she almost canceled it a year later when we told him he was just then beginning to really get it. No, no, we protested, he likes it now! And he really does. (And I like it, too, because it gives me good, simple ideas of activities like this to do with him!) It has hidden pictures, which he's surprisingly good at; silly pictures, where I'm always amused to see what he thinks is strange about the illustration (like, a horse going to the movies is fine, but a man wearing brown shoes? "They're too little!"); and plenty of opportunity to cut things. Mikko loves cutting things.
"Fat and pregnant: 10 weeks" from Raising My Boychick: Along the same lines. This is inspiring me to share some of my bare bump pictures at some point!
I realized after I wrote that note that, while I don't yet have a current bare-bump picture, I do have a current bare-bump video. And I assumed when Sam took it at our 20-week midwife appointment that I would never, ever, ever show it to anyone, because my belly's all jiggly, and stretch-marked, and the doppler wand had to be squished down into my adipose tissue (that's fat for those in the know!).
These pancakes are some of the white carbs to which I referred in yesterday's Carnival of Natural Parenting post. I hate pancakes, myself, but Mikko had them first with his aunt and was hooked. Note that Mikko will not allow a delicate sprinkling of powdered sugar but must have an entire bowl that he can dust liberally all over his shirt, pants, and seat. As Sam puts it, pancakes are nothing more than a powdered sugar delivery system. Mikko very much subscribes to The Fat Nutritionist's way of thinking about food, and I wish I could embrace that freedom as wholeheartedly.
Welcome to the February Carnival of Natural Parenting: Parenting Essentials
This post was written for inclusion in the monthly Carnival of Natural Parenting hosted by Code Name: Mama and Hobo Mama. This month our participants have shared the parenting essentials they could not live without. Please read to the end to find a list of links to the other carnival participants.
I have the advantage of reading several submissions before writing my own post (for I am a procrastinator), and I felt like all my good ideas for parenting essentials would come across as merely piggybacking off of other people's posts — or just blatantly stealing their sentiments.
For instance, do I have a fabulous and supportive partner? Indeed I do. And indeed that partner did outright suggest I write about him. (Sorry, Sam. You'll have to make do with last February's post.)
Welcome to the Sunday Surf! Here are some of the best links I've read this past week.
Sam and I have been going through extreme nesting. Besides paring down our shtuff,
Not that the 1980s weren't a triumph of innovative and inspiring design, such as sink faucets that dribble their water directly onto the very back of the sink.
we were bitten by the renovating bug before we even closed on the condo we've been living in for over a year now — but of course, had no money once we'd paid for the house! It's funny how that works out. Anyhow, we're trying to do a little at a time, as we have energy and money, and get at least the downstairs powder room (small bites!) finished before the baby comes. So we've pretty much spent the past two days in Home Depot and the paint store, boring Mikko out of his tiny huge1 skull. And now I've just had a scintillating conversation with Sam about which of three whites to go with for our kitchen cabinet repainting. For this is what you do when you lose all sense.
I've been up to my eyeballs in excise taxes (the Washington DOR website ate my homework halfway through — grr) and am just now recovering and trying to get back into the swing of things. But so as not to leave you hanging, here is a pathetic post showing our pathetic efforts to fix the pathetic trash heap we call a home.
We're in the midst of a major purge (again) in our efforts (again) to have Less Stuff and less chaos and More Space and more comfort (both physical and emotional) and an efficient living area. Our two-bedroom condo is sufficient for a family of four plus home business (I keep telling myself), but every room is on the smallish side, and I've been feeling very squished and irritable about the situation.
I'm Lauren Wayne, writer and natural parent. I embrace attached parenting with an emphasis toward green living.
Riding the rails with my husband, Crackerdog Sam, and our hobo kids, Mikko Lint Picker (born June 2007), Alrik Irontrousers (born May 2011), and Karsten (born October 2014). Trying every day to parent intentionally and with grace.