the last couple of months have been a little rough around the edges. i quit drinking. i then proceeded to insert copious amounts of refined sugar into the slot previously allotted to alcohol. the boys are all going through a difficult phase (although, this seems to be a recurrent theme). and yet, things are getting easier. that is, i find that the husband and i seem to have a smidge of leisure time here and there. we managed to get current on glee. the wood from the two trees we cut down 7 months ago has been split and stacked. so...if things are getting easier and time is a bit freer...why have the past weeks been so difficult?
i was thinking about it and i realized that i feel like i am grieving. i have been angry, sad, resigned and a tad bitter. the hubs has mirrored these feelings. it occurs to me that we are grieving our past lives. i don't mean that in a reincarnation-i-was-a-rock-in-my-past-life kind of way. i mean our glorious-the-grass-is-always-greener-child-free lives. i know what you're thinking...your kids are over three years old...that is some strong denial. not really. anyone who has had a baby knows about the survival phase -- that lack-of-sleep induced fog that settles over you. drudgery spiked with occasional joy-filled moments. well, we had twins and then threw another one in the mix about a month after the boys started finally sleeping. so our fog was a bit extended.
and now that the mist has parted, the reality of the next 16.5 or so years look a bit daunting. and the bundles of joy have not gotten any cheaper. and the money tree we planted is STILL not producing. so there have been a lot of discussions about our priorities. and i discovered something really interesting. we can't do everything we want to do. and the things that we can do...well, sometimes we have to compromise a bit here and there. and it isn't just money holding us back. there also appears to be a precisely limited supply of time.
maybe you are now thinking that money and time were limited before you had your three kiddos, sweetheart. yes, that is true. but before the kids all the time and money was for us. remember that smidge of leisure time i alluded to earlier? how should i spend it? some well-deserved alone time? couple time to focus on our marriage and finding out if we still like each other? trying to give one of the kids some (much-needed) one-on-one time? with the whole family? since it is usually about 15 minutes, i can't very well split it 4 ways. and there is always the never-ending to-do list that beckons.
one of the things that has become really clear through all these discussions is that i need to simplify. i mean REALLY simplify. where did all this stuff come from? how much of if do i need? how much of it do i actually use? and where is all the money going? i see 2012 being a year of enormous change. i am planning a large garden and for some chickens. i am hopeful that the investment in time and materials will pay off in many ways -- lower food bills, better quality food, a shortened food chain and a lot of digging for the kids. i want to go through the house and have a major garage sale next spring. and i mean really thin the herd. i have too much stuff. i want to start knitting again. i am thinking that whenever i want sugar, i will knit instead. i am not sure anyone needs that many scarves, but...
what is really important? at the end of the day, the things that matter are our health and our happiness. do we have a roof over our heads? do we have warm clothes? do we have enough to eat? do we love each other? i know it sounds cliche. but there you have it. i came out of the fog and i am going to find those bluebirds and sunshine, goddammit!
12.12.2011
10.12.2011
book reviews
parenting books are a dime a dozen. and most of them just make me feel awful. in fact, one sleep book, which shall remain nameless, literally made me crazy when the twins were about 3 months old. here and there, though, i have stumbled across a gem. so to save you some time, here are some short synapses of my faves. i never agree with everything these books say...but there are things i find helpful in all of them. just like life, take what is useful and leave the rest.
Ina May's Guide to Childbirth
disclaimer: i am a hippy. this is an AWESOME book to read while pregnant. not scary. not inflammatory. just a different view of birth. orgasmic births...need i say more. seriously, though, this woman is THE midwife and she has some pretty cool things to share with any pregnant woman.
What's Going on in There?
disclaimer: my husband loved this...i got the cliff note's version. written by a neuroscientist and mother of three, this book is packed with the latest research regarding brain development from conception to 5 years. what i love about this book is the complete lack of advice on things to do to make your kid smart. she just gives you the facts and she clearly knows what she is talking about. another good one to read when pregnant as she has a lot to say about prenatal care and choices.
Vaccinations: A Thoughtful Parent's Guide
written by a mother of four who also happens to be a midwife and herbalist, this book is a great place to start if you have any reservations or concerns about vaccinating your child. obviously, the author has an opinion, but she does a fairly good job of keeping it out of her book. this book was extremely interesting to read...not at all dry as i had feared. one at a time, she covers the history of the diseases, the history of the vaccines, the risks of the diseases and the risks of the vaccines. vaccinating is a hot topic...and i truly believe that there is no right answer, only a choice that works for you and your family.
Louise Bates Ames books
Louise Bates Ames has a book for each year of a child's life from birth to nine years old. they were written in the late 70's/early 80's...but they are chock full of wonderful tidbits. and the retro baby pictures are pretty entertaining :). ok, so some of the info is dated, but her real focus is what the child is doing developmentally and behaviourally and that just hasn't changed in the last thirty years. quick reads and well worth the time!
NurtureShock
it is not really fair to call this a parenting book. it is more like a book about parenting. a lot of random research about a lot of random topics with no transitions in between. i am pretty ADD, so i guess that appeals to me. and seriously, this book is an eye-opener. everything from race to television to praise to the gifted programs is touched on with a candor that is refreshing and it is all backed up with the latest studies. be prepared to reassess some things.
Siblings Without Rivalry
not too much to add to the title. great basic book. like many of the good parenting books i have read, it explained a lot about my childhood and my parents. i always feel contrite after reading a book like this. not necessarily full of advice...but a lot of good information.
Kids Are Worth It
the author of this one started out thinking she would become a nun and ended up as the mother of three. this was a random thrift store find and it really hit home for me. a lot of the stuff will apply more as the kids age, but there are things i am already applying now. this book is compassionate, practical and firm. just like a good parent.
Beyond Time-out
having read several books on the topic of discipline, i found this my favorite. a lot of good tips and they apply starting at about 2-3 years. some of her stuff is a little intense, but kids can get a little intense, too! again, a compassionate and practical approach, helpful and easy to incorporate into my life.
Brain Rules for Baby
normally, i am not a fan of the "what can i do to raise a smarter child" take on a book. but the author used to direct the talaris institute; he really knows what he is talking about. that and he kind of starts off the book reprimanding "those" parents. there is a lot of overlap with nurtureshock. but it comes from a different angle. again, this may be a perspective changer.
Cooking for the Whole Family
written by a local seattle author, this is a great cookbook for the busy mom. i love it and have yet to try a recipe i don't love. every recipe has a suggestion on how to feed it to your infant or toddler. a good general whole foods approach to eating. it is not gluten-free or dairy-free, but i have been able to make simple changes (always easier when you are starting with whole foods!) to make most of the recipes work for us.
those are the my favorites so far...i would love to hear about the books that work for you and your family!
Ina May's Guide to Childbirth
disclaimer: i am a hippy. this is an AWESOME book to read while pregnant. not scary. not inflammatory. just a different view of birth. orgasmic births...need i say more. seriously, though, this woman is THE midwife and she has some pretty cool things to share with any pregnant woman.
What's Going on in There?
disclaimer: my husband loved this...i got the cliff note's version. written by a neuroscientist and mother of three, this book is packed with the latest research regarding brain development from conception to 5 years. what i love about this book is the complete lack of advice on things to do to make your kid smart. she just gives you the facts and she clearly knows what she is talking about. another good one to read when pregnant as she has a lot to say about prenatal care and choices.
Vaccinations: A Thoughtful Parent's Guide
written by a mother of four who also happens to be a midwife and herbalist, this book is a great place to start if you have any reservations or concerns about vaccinating your child. obviously, the author has an opinion, but she does a fairly good job of keeping it out of her book. this book was extremely interesting to read...not at all dry as i had feared. one at a time, she covers the history of the diseases, the history of the vaccines, the risks of the diseases and the risks of the vaccines. vaccinating is a hot topic...and i truly believe that there is no right answer, only a choice that works for you and your family.
Louise Bates Ames books
Louise Bates Ames has a book for each year of a child's life from birth to nine years old. they were written in the late 70's/early 80's...but they are chock full of wonderful tidbits. and the retro baby pictures are pretty entertaining :). ok, so some of the info is dated, but her real focus is what the child is doing developmentally and behaviourally and that just hasn't changed in the last thirty years. quick reads and well worth the time!
NurtureShock
it is not really fair to call this a parenting book. it is more like a book about parenting. a lot of random research about a lot of random topics with no transitions in between. i am pretty ADD, so i guess that appeals to me. and seriously, this book is an eye-opener. everything from race to television to praise to the gifted programs is touched on with a candor that is refreshing and it is all backed up with the latest studies. be prepared to reassess some things.
Siblings Without Rivalry
not too much to add to the title. great basic book. like many of the good parenting books i have read, it explained a lot about my childhood and my parents. i always feel contrite after reading a book like this. not necessarily full of advice...but a lot of good information.
Kids Are Worth It
the author of this one started out thinking she would become a nun and ended up as the mother of three. this was a random thrift store find and it really hit home for me. a lot of the stuff will apply more as the kids age, but there are things i am already applying now. this book is compassionate, practical and firm. just like a good parent.
Beyond Time-out
having read several books on the topic of discipline, i found this my favorite. a lot of good tips and they apply starting at about 2-3 years. some of her stuff is a little intense, but kids can get a little intense, too! again, a compassionate and practical approach, helpful and easy to incorporate into my life.
Brain Rules for Baby
normally, i am not a fan of the "what can i do to raise a smarter child" take on a book. but the author used to direct the talaris institute; he really knows what he is talking about. that and he kind of starts off the book reprimanding "those" parents. there is a lot of overlap with nurtureshock. but it comes from a different angle. again, this may be a perspective changer.
Cooking for the Whole Family
written by a local seattle author, this is a great cookbook for the busy mom. i love it and have yet to try a recipe i don't love. every recipe has a suggestion on how to feed it to your infant or toddler. a good general whole foods approach to eating. it is not gluten-free or dairy-free, but i have been able to make simple changes (always easier when you are starting with whole foods!) to make most of the recipes work for us.
those are the my favorites so far...i would love to hear about the books that work for you and your family!
9.28.2011
retrospective
sometimes i don't feel like myself. in many ways, since i became a mom, i don't recognize the person i have become. some of this is good -- i have infinitely more patience with my kids than i ever thought possible. some of it is not so good -- the ease with which i can rationalize that second glass of wine (i really earned it today...). and while becoming a parent is bound to change a person, and enrich life and teach tons of meaningful lessons...it can be disheartening to see my identity slipping away.
i am not an impulsive person. that is to say, i like to have a plan. and lists. i love lists. with kids, though, things rarely go according to plan. if it isn't the weather making it impossible to follow through on the trip to the zoo, then one of the kids is sick or a huge blowout causes everything to be delayed by the time it takes to hose said child off in the tub. and meals can be planned a week in advance, but there is no plan that i know of that guarantees that any of those meals will be eaten by all three kids. so i have become more flexible. sometimes i even decide on a whim that we should go to the park. and stop at taco time on the way home for mexi-fries. ooooooh, living on the edge.
i used to pride myself on being able to go from asleep in bed to driving to work in under 15 minutes (including a shower). now i allocate 25 minutes for just going from playing in the living room to everyone buckled into their car seats. and that assumes no poopy diapers. one diaper to change from cloth to paper. one pull up to check (do you need to go potty?), one child to sit on the toilet. three snacks to pack. three waters to grab, three pairs of shoes to find and assist with donning (mom, i want to wear flip flops), three jackets to pick out and assist with (mom, i want to wear a vest...no the green vest) and everyone out the door, past the toys in the garage...i miss my alarm clock. and feeling self-sufficient. i used to travel so light.
i loved to cook. i loved planning a meal, shopping for all the best quality ingredients, spending hours in the kitchen preparing, sauteing, roasting, cleaning up. and i really loved sitting down and savoring a meal made with love. i can safely say i manage to sit down for meals as long as i am not the one cooking them...but savoring hasn't happened outside of date night in three years. i still search for high quality ingredients, and i still spend hours in the kitchen each day. but it has lost it shine. it is hard to feel pride over a microwaved amy's gluten-free burrito. but, hey, i washed and cut the grapes myself! i hope that as the boys get a little bit older, i will be freed up to spend a little more time planning and creating meals i can be proud of once again. in the meantime, i really think i deserve another glass of wine.
one thing about my personality has not changed. i have always had a hard time living in the present. the ability to appreciate what is happening in the now has always evaded me. a frequent conversation between my husband and me starts with: " it gets easier, right?" while i have made some improvement when the boys are all playing and enjoying themselves -- it is hard not get caught up with their enthusiasm, most of the time i really am thinking about that mythical, mystical light at the end of the tunnel. our new mantra is "next year." as in next year camping will be so much fun. next year the flight to georgia won't be such a struggle. next year they will all be potty trained. and on and on. but, i think it is a prime example of be careful what you wish for. before we know it, they will be off doing their own things. they won't need us. and how sad will that be? well, i will just try to play more and think about that time less. easier said than done...
i am not an impulsive person. that is to say, i like to have a plan. and lists. i love lists. with kids, though, things rarely go according to plan. if it isn't the weather making it impossible to follow through on the trip to the zoo, then one of the kids is sick or a huge blowout causes everything to be delayed by the time it takes to hose said child off in the tub. and meals can be planned a week in advance, but there is no plan that i know of that guarantees that any of those meals will be eaten by all three kids. so i have become more flexible. sometimes i even decide on a whim that we should go to the park. and stop at taco time on the way home for mexi-fries. ooooooh, living on the edge.
i used to pride myself on being able to go from asleep in bed to driving to work in under 15 minutes (including a shower). now i allocate 25 minutes for just going from playing in the living room to everyone buckled into their car seats. and that assumes no poopy diapers. one diaper to change from cloth to paper. one pull up to check (do you need to go potty?), one child to sit on the toilet. three snacks to pack. three waters to grab, three pairs of shoes to find and assist with donning (mom, i want to wear flip flops), three jackets to pick out and assist with (mom, i want to wear a vest...no the green vest) and everyone out the door, past the toys in the garage...i miss my alarm clock. and feeling self-sufficient. i used to travel so light.
i loved to cook. i loved planning a meal, shopping for all the best quality ingredients, spending hours in the kitchen preparing, sauteing, roasting, cleaning up. and i really loved sitting down and savoring a meal made with love. i can safely say i manage to sit down for meals as long as i am not the one cooking them...but savoring hasn't happened outside of date night in three years. i still search for high quality ingredients, and i still spend hours in the kitchen each day. but it has lost it shine. it is hard to feel pride over a microwaved amy's gluten-free burrito. but, hey, i washed and cut the grapes myself! i hope that as the boys get a little bit older, i will be freed up to spend a little more time planning and creating meals i can be proud of once again. in the meantime, i really think i deserve another glass of wine.
one thing about my personality has not changed. i have always had a hard time living in the present. the ability to appreciate what is happening in the now has always evaded me. a frequent conversation between my husband and me starts with: " it gets easier, right?" while i have made some improvement when the boys are all playing and enjoying themselves -- it is hard not get caught up with their enthusiasm, most of the time i really am thinking about that mythical, mystical light at the end of the tunnel. our new mantra is "next year." as in next year camping will be so much fun. next year the flight to georgia won't be such a struggle. next year they will all be potty trained. and on and on. but, i think it is a prime example of be careful what you wish for. before we know it, they will be off doing their own things. they won't need us. and how sad will that be? well, i will just try to play more and think about that time less. easier said than done...
9.07.2011
before enlightenment - chop wood, carry water. after enlightenment - chop wood, carry water.
big milestone today. HUGE. one of my three year olds, while at the park, told me he had to poop. and he held it until i rounded all three of them up, schlepped to the bathroom and got him on the potty! i was feeling pretty much like i had made it to the next level when the other one pooped in his undies. that is one pair of thomas the tank engine undies that will not be coming home with us...
why is parenting always two steps forward, three steps back? sometimes i feel like the world's largest hamster. running, running, running and getting nowhere fast!
the only absolute i have found to be true in parenting is that anything you said you would never do...you will eventually do. i swore i would not bribe my children to use the toilet. not with m&m's, not with stickers. i have, of course, eaten those words and the boys are now rewarded with an ice pop (100% juice) for each successful poop. i just got tired of dealing with all of their shit. literally. and i think parenting can be summed up in one sentence. you do what you have to do.
take the bathroom. once i had children, it became my sanctuary. that may sound strange...but it is true. i usually close the door and have 2-3 minutes of alone time whenever i visit the little girls' room. and sometimes i actually have to go.
this makes me appreciate the bathroom on a different level. i have realized that there are very,very few situations in life when escaping to the powder room is a huge faux pas. you probably wouldn't want to do it while in the middle of your vows or during an important interview...but otherwise, you can pretty much always count on the excuse of nature's call to get a few moments to yourself. take some deep breaths (granted, this is not always desirable, especially in a public restroom...but sometime necessary). regroup. find center. it is life's built in meditation time. and quite possibly parenting three small children has forced me to take multi-tasking to an extreme. nonetheless, those small breaks interspersed in my day are sometimes what make it bearable and keep my children alive. and as a bonus, i find i drink more water.
why is parenting always two steps forward, three steps back? sometimes i feel like the world's largest hamster. running, running, running and getting nowhere fast!
the only absolute i have found to be true in parenting is that anything you said you would never do...you will eventually do. i swore i would not bribe my children to use the toilet. not with m&m's, not with stickers. i have, of course, eaten those words and the boys are now rewarded with an ice pop (100% juice) for each successful poop. i just got tired of dealing with all of their shit. literally. and i think parenting can be summed up in one sentence. you do what you have to do.
take the bathroom. once i had children, it became my sanctuary. that may sound strange...but it is true. i usually close the door and have 2-3 minutes of alone time whenever i visit the little girls' room. and sometimes i actually have to go.
this makes me appreciate the bathroom on a different level. i have realized that there are very,very few situations in life when escaping to the powder room is a huge faux pas. you probably wouldn't want to do it while in the middle of your vows or during an important interview...but otherwise, you can pretty much always count on the excuse of nature's call to get a few moments to yourself. take some deep breaths (granted, this is not always desirable, especially in a public restroom...but sometime necessary). regroup. find center. it is life's built in meditation time. and quite possibly parenting three small children has forced me to take multi-tasking to an extreme. nonetheless, those small breaks interspersed in my day are sometimes what make it bearable and keep my children alive. and as a bonus, i find i drink more water.
8.22.2011
crossed wires
this past weekend, we headed out for our camping warm up of the season. the farm we support for our local farm box was holding its annual camp out. this is our third year receiving delicious produce from this farm and each year they have held this event and each year i have wanted to attend. finally, this year, the stars aligned and the weekend worked with the rest of our busy summer agenda. it was a friday/saturday gig...but since the boys' third birthday was friday, we opted for just a one day stay.
friday, during nap, the hubby and i are packing up the car, attaching the roof box, planning meals, etc and i decide to pop inside to see what the drive to the farm looks like. see, this whole time i was under the impression that it was about an hour away...and, well, no. actually, it is two hours away. hmmmm. okay, well that is a lot of driving for one night, but we really want to see where all that yummy food is coming from and support the farm. i am trying to figure out what the weekend costs when i discover that this camp out is actually sponsored by a local record label and some of their bands will be performing. that sounds cool...the boys love music.
we elect to pack light -- no super yard, no firewood, no canopies -- since it will just be one night away. we get underway as soon as we are done with breakfast and we have packed the final items. we are on the road right on schedule and discussing what the camping situation will look like on a 30-acre farm. we decide that no matter what we have pictured in our heads, it will no doubt be completely wrong. oh, how right we were.
fast forward two hours. the boys have been troopers, but they are starting to get antsy. the weather is clear and sunny and heating up. we arrive at the farm at the peak of the heat, right around 2pm. we turn into the "parking lot" aka field and notice right away that the cars are parked there and the tents are anywhere from 50-500 yards from the cars. oh my. we didn't pack that light. also, it is about 85 degrees (the warmest day so far this year) and other than the orchard, there is very little shade in sight. our tent is only slightly smaller than our house and there is no way it would fit in between the rows of any orchard. we spot some shade, but it is about a 200 yard hike from the car...
by the time everything is shuttled from the car to the shady spot, the boys are hot and cranky, the husband is hot and cranky and i am just glad i didn't get up for the 5:30am boot camp because i have just gotten quite a work out. we get the tent set up and about this time we take a few minutes to check out our neighbors. they seem pretty hippy-ish...but that is normal for campers and farm lovers, right? we decide to wander over to the area where the farm is cooking up some of their produce for sale. it is about now that it clicks for us. we are not at a farm-open-house-family-camp-out camp out. this is about the music. and drugs. and drinking. this is a music festival that happens to be at a farm. oh, shit. the porta potties have no toilet paper. there are people passed out anywhere there is shade. there are very few children. and the music is getting louder. but it is folksy bluesy rock and actually pretty good. ok. let's assess. we have a shady spot pretty far from the "stage." the boys have their own potty. there is a campsite tear down and a two-hour drive between us and home. and they have tamales and beans and rice for sale. we are sure it will be fine. we will just avoid the orchard where the attendants are attempting to fumigate the crops with pot smoke.
we have dinner and make our way back to our tent. the boys seem to be enjoying themselves and the hubby and i pour ourselves a drink. none of the kids took a nap and are getting tired...but it is still broad daylight. we spend the next hour and a half getting the kids to sleep. this involves a major nosebleed from one of them, a couple of poopy diapers, some internal damage to the tent, a music genre change to death metal punk and the neighbors roasting a bowl of their own. charming.
finally, the bleeding stops, some folk comes on, the chilldren are all asleep. we pour another round and seek out our (most likely stoned) neighbors, who appear to be part of one of the bands. how late does the music go? innocent question. 2am. are you fucking serious? yes and the last act is loud and crazy. fan-fucking-tastic. well, what can be done? we pour another drink, take our own toilet paper to the porta potties and head off to bed. where we both lie awake until 2am. but, the kids all sleep through the night. no shit!
not much else to tell...we get up, we pack, we get the hell out of dodge. but while my husband is ferrying supplies to the car and i am cleaning up from breakfast, a woman approaches carrying a baby, a bottle and a pan. she wants to know if i can heat up her homemade raw goat's milk formula for her 8-month-old son, salamander. and that was as close to family-camp out that this camping trip was going to come. time to head back to the real world. next weekend we are camping with our local multiples group, and i am fairly confident that the experience will be the other end of the spectrum. it will be a very welcome change!
friday, during nap, the hubby and i are packing up the car, attaching the roof box, planning meals, etc and i decide to pop inside to see what the drive to the farm looks like. see, this whole time i was under the impression that it was about an hour away...and, well, no. actually, it is two hours away. hmmmm. okay, well that is a lot of driving for one night, but we really want to see where all that yummy food is coming from and support the farm. i am trying to figure out what the weekend costs when i discover that this camp out is actually sponsored by a local record label and some of their bands will be performing. that sounds cool...the boys love music.
we elect to pack light -- no super yard, no firewood, no canopies -- since it will just be one night away. we get underway as soon as we are done with breakfast and we have packed the final items. we are on the road right on schedule and discussing what the camping situation will look like on a 30-acre farm. we decide that no matter what we have pictured in our heads, it will no doubt be completely wrong. oh, how right we were.
fast forward two hours. the boys have been troopers, but they are starting to get antsy. the weather is clear and sunny and heating up. we arrive at the farm at the peak of the heat, right around 2pm. we turn into the "parking lot" aka field and notice right away that the cars are parked there and the tents are anywhere from 50-500 yards from the cars. oh my. we didn't pack that light. also, it is about 85 degrees (the warmest day so far this year) and other than the orchard, there is very little shade in sight. our tent is only slightly smaller than our house and there is no way it would fit in between the rows of any orchard. we spot some shade, but it is about a 200 yard hike from the car...
by the time everything is shuttled from the car to the shady spot, the boys are hot and cranky, the husband is hot and cranky and i am just glad i didn't get up for the 5:30am boot camp because i have just gotten quite a work out. we get the tent set up and about this time we take a few minutes to check out our neighbors. they seem pretty hippy-ish...but that is normal for campers and farm lovers, right? we decide to wander over to the area where the farm is cooking up some of their produce for sale. it is about now that it clicks for us. we are not at a farm-open-house-family-camp-out camp out. this is about the music. and drugs. and drinking. this is a music festival that happens to be at a farm. oh, shit. the porta potties have no toilet paper. there are people passed out anywhere there is shade. there are very few children. and the music is getting louder. but it is folksy bluesy rock and actually pretty good. ok. let's assess. we have a shady spot pretty far from the "stage." the boys have their own potty. there is a campsite tear down and a two-hour drive between us and home. and they have tamales and beans and rice for sale. we are sure it will be fine. we will just avoid the orchard where the attendants are attempting to fumigate the crops with pot smoke.
we have dinner and make our way back to our tent. the boys seem to be enjoying themselves and the hubby and i pour ourselves a drink. none of the kids took a nap and are getting tired...but it is still broad daylight. we spend the next hour and a half getting the kids to sleep. this involves a major nosebleed from one of them, a couple of poopy diapers, some internal damage to the tent, a music genre change to death metal punk and the neighbors roasting a bowl of their own. charming.
finally, the bleeding stops, some folk comes on, the chilldren are all asleep. we pour another round and seek out our (most likely stoned) neighbors, who appear to be part of one of the bands. how late does the music go? innocent question. 2am. are you fucking serious? yes and the last act is loud and crazy. fan-fucking-tastic. well, what can be done? we pour another drink, take our own toilet paper to the porta potties and head off to bed. where we both lie awake until 2am. but, the kids all sleep through the night. no shit!
not much else to tell...we get up, we pack, we get the hell out of dodge. but while my husband is ferrying supplies to the car and i am cleaning up from breakfast, a woman approaches carrying a baby, a bottle and a pan. she wants to know if i can heat up her homemade raw goat's milk formula for her 8-month-old son, salamander. and that was as close to family-camp out that this camping trip was going to come. time to head back to the real world. next weekend we are camping with our local multiples group, and i am fairly confident that the experience will be the other end of the spectrum. it will be a very welcome change!
8.16.2011
a day in the life...
days like today remind me to focus on my mantra -- this too shall pass -- early and often. it's just that in this business the climate can change at the drop of a hat. with no notice. it is a fickle, precarious vocation. just yesterday, i was feeling content, capable, caring and even a touch carefree. by nap today, i had apologized to the kids for various parenting faux pas (yelling, crankiness, etc.) at least three times.
it all started with an early start this morning. even so, breakfast goes well and i decide to take the boys on a walk and try to find some ripe blackberries. i pile them all in the wagon, grab a berry receptacle and head out. now basil, our kitty, likes to take walks with us. this may sound endearing. however, i assure you, when i am already trying to keep three charges safe from harm, a fourth is not really what i need. nonetheless, he decides to join us today for our berry-picking adventure. i do indeed find a good patch of berries and the boys are content to hang in the wagon, munching berries while i pick enough for a small crisp (note to self, next time bring TWO receptacles). i see the cat wander into the yard across the street right around the same time that the sit-still-on-the-side-of-the-road limit is reached with the wee ones. i head towards home, plying the boys with more berries (watching my crisp get smaller by the minute) to keep them still. i call to basil to no avail and since we are on a pretty busy road i am a little concerned to leave him, but the natives are restless so i continue homeward. i tell the boys we are going to have to rescue basil as soon as we get home.
i get home, buckle everyone into the car and head back to retrieve my cat. all told it takes several drive-bys, a trip back to the house to get some cat food and bowl, more drive-bys and finally me looking like an idiot on the side of the road dropping cat food into a bowl all the while calling quite loudly to locate the little rat. mission accomplished...
we head home...now to accurately set the stage for the next phase of my day you should know that i am in the throes of potty training. this is something i have been alternately dreading and anxiously awaiting for, oh, about three years. i have no formal training, no manuals and it feels roughly as though i have been thrust into the cockpit of a 747 and told that i should take her down nice and easy. riiiiiiiiiight. and according to freud if i don't handle this right there will be long-standing psychological ramifications. great. in fact, the only thing i have on my side is that i have been cloth diapering since day one and i am no stranger to dealing with poop on a regular basis. i wouldn't exactly call that an advantage, if you know what i mean.
i started down this path in the same manner i start down most of my major-life-decision paths -- impulsively, naively and only minimally prepared. for example, when i decided the boys would be wearing undies except when sleeping, i owned exactly 6 pairs of size 2/3 boys briefs. for two almost 3-year-olds for whom the potty was a new acquaintance. yeah...doing laundry 3 times a day is totally practical. and i decided to let them pee at random outside...which resulted in the unfortunate attempt to POOP off the deck. so anyway, that gives you an idea of where i am since this all started less than two weeks ago.
so back to today. we are all safely home. no one has had an accident...which is good considering we were just in the car (oops). i am pretty hopped up on adrenaline from my gutsy rescue mission. and the boys want me to make the crisp. or rather they want to "help" me make the crisp. awesome. okay, let's do it. does anyone have to use the potty. no. no one has to use the potty. crisp in the oven. time to start lunch. does anyone need to sit on the potty? no, no, no. two minutes pass. two boys pee in their undies. i attempt, unsuccessfully, to not say "i just asked you two minutes ago if you needed to go in the potty!" continue on with lunch. a poop in the undies. just a tiny little turd. do you still need to go poop? no! are you sure you don't want to just sit on the potty and see? no, there is not more poop in my bum! two minutes pass. mom, i pooped in my undies... shocking. finish lunch sit everyone down for lunch. everyone wants crisp for lunch. no, no crisp for lunch. after lunch my other son won't get up. did you poop in your undies? yes. friggin spectacular. and finally, after i have gotten him cleaned up and i am in the middle of everyone's favorite task of swishing poopy undies around in poopy water in the toilet i am informed that the other one went poop and i seriously say to myself, in the bathroom, that i cannot take another minute of this when i realize that this time the poop is in the potty and this is the first time he has pulled down his own pants and pooped in the potty on his own and my heart soars. i am ecstatic. i am holding dripping poopy undies. and i need to get out more.
it all started with an early start this morning. even so, breakfast goes well and i decide to take the boys on a walk and try to find some ripe blackberries. i pile them all in the wagon, grab a berry receptacle and head out. now basil, our kitty, likes to take walks with us. this may sound endearing. however, i assure you, when i am already trying to keep three charges safe from harm, a fourth is not really what i need. nonetheless, he decides to join us today for our berry-picking adventure. i do indeed find a good patch of berries and the boys are content to hang in the wagon, munching berries while i pick enough for a small crisp (note to self, next time bring TWO receptacles). i see the cat wander into the yard across the street right around the same time that the sit-still-on-the-side-of-the-road limit is reached with the wee ones. i head towards home, plying the boys with more berries (watching my crisp get smaller by the minute) to keep them still. i call to basil to no avail and since we are on a pretty busy road i am a little concerned to leave him, but the natives are restless so i continue homeward. i tell the boys we are going to have to rescue basil as soon as we get home.
i get home, buckle everyone into the car and head back to retrieve my cat. all told it takes several drive-bys, a trip back to the house to get some cat food and bowl, more drive-bys and finally me looking like an idiot on the side of the road dropping cat food into a bowl all the while calling quite loudly to locate the little rat. mission accomplished...
we head home...now to accurately set the stage for the next phase of my day you should know that i am in the throes of potty training. this is something i have been alternately dreading and anxiously awaiting for, oh, about three years. i have no formal training, no manuals and it feels roughly as though i have been thrust into the cockpit of a 747 and told that i should take her down nice and easy. riiiiiiiiiight. and according to freud if i don't handle this right there will be long-standing psychological ramifications. great. in fact, the only thing i have on my side is that i have been cloth diapering since day one and i am no stranger to dealing with poop on a regular basis. i wouldn't exactly call that an advantage, if you know what i mean.
i started down this path in the same manner i start down most of my major-life-decision paths -- impulsively, naively and only minimally prepared. for example, when i decided the boys would be wearing undies except when sleeping, i owned exactly 6 pairs of size 2/3 boys briefs. for two almost 3-year-olds for whom the potty was a new acquaintance. yeah...doing laundry 3 times a day is totally practical. and i decided to let them pee at random outside...which resulted in the unfortunate attempt to POOP off the deck. so anyway, that gives you an idea of where i am since this all started less than two weeks ago.
so back to today. we are all safely home. no one has had an accident...which is good considering we were just in the car (oops). i am pretty hopped up on adrenaline from my gutsy rescue mission. and the boys want me to make the crisp. or rather they want to "help" me make the crisp. awesome. okay, let's do it. does anyone have to use the potty. no. no one has to use the potty. crisp in the oven. time to start lunch. does anyone need to sit on the potty? no, no, no. two minutes pass. two boys pee in their undies. i attempt, unsuccessfully, to not say "i just asked you two minutes ago if you needed to go in the potty!" continue on with lunch. a poop in the undies. just a tiny little turd. do you still need to go poop? no! are you sure you don't want to just sit on the potty and see? no, there is not more poop in my bum! two minutes pass. mom, i pooped in my undies... shocking. finish lunch sit everyone down for lunch. everyone wants crisp for lunch. no, no crisp for lunch. after lunch my other son won't get up. did you poop in your undies? yes. friggin spectacular. and finally, after i have gotten him cleaned up and i am in the middle of everyone's favorite task of swishing poopy undies around in poopy water in the toilet i am informed that the other one went poop and i seriously say to myself, in the bathroom, that i cannot take another minute of this when i realize that this time the poop is in the potty and this is the first time he has pulled down his own pants and pooped in the potty on his own and my heart soars. i am ecstatic. i am holding dripping poopy undies. and i need to get out more.
8.05.2011
clarity
yesterday, while the boys played in the sandbox, i had an extremely poignant parenting moment. it was an insignificant thing, really...but the implications far-reaching. nash was digging with a yellow shovel -- the little cheap ones that come free with a pail -- when it unexpectedly broke in two. he looked down at the two pieces in his hands and got a very determined look on his face. i immediately knew what he intended to do and it literally broke my heart. sure enough, he spent a little time maneuvering to the edge of the sandbox, backed his way down to the chips, pushed himself up to standing and toddled directly over to me. once at his destination, he held the two pieces out and looked at me expectantly. in that moment, it occurred to me what it is to be a parent. it is a series of moments like these. moments when you watch your child fail, fall, lose, choose poorly, get hurt or err and you know you cannot (and/or should not) fix it. all you can do is be there. support them. maybe share some unheeded wisdom. and wipe the tears away. like i said, it broke my heart. but at the same time, it was soothing. it felt right.
i walked nash back to the sandbox and showed him how to use the little shovel without its handle and we went on about our day.
i walked nash back to the sandbox and showed him how to use the little shovel without its handle and we went on about our day.
7.19.2011
the eye of the beholder
i have never worn a bikini. and having twins has pretty much ensured that i never will. and while i am okay with that consequence of child-bearing, there are parts of it i struggle with daily. i have heard mothers call their stretch marks "love marks" and state that with every additional mark they "earned," they loved their unborn child that much more. i have a hard time joining in with that sort of mentality. not that i don't love my offspring. i do. deeply. but i cannot say, for me, there is any connection between my love for them and the devastated remains of my abdominal region.
last week, i went to visit a high end medi-spa on the east side. the doctor there had been recommended to me by my brother due to his skill using smart lipo. my brother should know; he sells the lasers used in the procedure. i won't bore you will the details of "laser lipo," as it is called...but suffice to say it involves melting and sucking out excess fat while stimulating collagen production that causes tightening in the affected area to occur. yumm-o, right? so the fat loss is not my goal...i can do that on my own with diet and exercise (at some point in the future when i want to watch my diet and i have time to exercise, ha ha) and some dedication. but the tightening angle was worth checking out and learning more about.
i arrived at the medi-spa right on time. it is located inside of a high-end sports club i have never been to and i wasn't sure where to go. the girl working the front desk was young, perky and helpful. as such, i found her a little annoying. nonetheless, she directed me to the spa and said someone would escort me to the medi-spa. escort me? what was this, the fbi? so i headed to the spa where a clone of the girl at the front desk took my name and informed me that hugo "would be right down" to show me the way. hugo arrived as promised and, while flirting with every employee on the way, took me up to the medi-spa. it was quite tucked away and i was not at all sure i could find my way there again. i was starting to feel a bit like alice, just in a much posher rabbit hole.
upon arrival, i was ushered into a highly decorated room with a comfy chair, textured-wallpapered walls and what looked like a facial chair in the middle of the room. the lights were slightly dimmed. the girl who showed me in was also young and thin...but not quite as perky. she seemed pretty down to earth and i liked her. i told her what i was after - tightening in the tummy region and she took a look. we chatted and then the doctor came in.
now, i know i am in denial about getting older. i still wear hoodies and all-stars and pig tails. i rarely wear makeup and don't mind getting dirty. in short, i still feel like a kid most of the time. when the doctor walked in i knew i was old. he was trim, fit and sporting a burberry sweater and black emo glasses. he truly did not look old enough to shave. clearly, he has been sampling some of the botox he offers in his clinic. his bedside manner was just right for the majority of his clientele. he was quiet, tactful and spoke with a slight valium-induced accent. he efficiently informed me that i could benefit from a tummy tuck, although the smart lipo would make me look a lot better in my clothes. it was all a little surreal.
it got me thinking. what is beauty? who defines it? how do we respond to that definition? and, honestly, it made me glad to have three sons and no daughters.
i have never considered myself a plastic surgery person. i still don't think that a tummy tuck is in my future. i am on the fence about the lipo. i am on the fence about my ideas that surround my body.
of course, if i go with the lipo...i'll look a lot better in my clothes on that fence. hmmmmm.
last week, i went to visit a high end medi-spa on the east side. the doctor there had been recommended to me by my brother due to his skill using smart lipo. my brother should know; he sells the lasers used in the procedure. i won't bore you will the details of "laser lipo," as it is called...but suffice to say it involves melting and sucking out excess fat while stimulating collagen production that causes tightening in the affected area to occur. yumm-o, right? so the fat loss is not my goal...i can do that on my own with diet and exercise (at some point in the future when i want to watch my diet and i have time to exercise, ha ha) and some dedication. but the tightening angle was worth checking out and learning more about.
i arrived at the medi-spa right on time. it is located inside of a high-end sports club i have never been to and i wasn't sure where to go. the girl working the front desk was young, perky and helpful. as such, i found her a little annoying. nonetheless, she directed me to the spa and said someone would escort me to the medi-spa. escort me? what was this, the fbi? so i headed to the spa where a clone of the girl at the front desk took my name and informed me that hugo "would be right down" to show me the way. hugo arrived as promised and, while flirting with every employee on the way, took me up to the medi-spa. it was quite tucked away and i was not at all sure i could find my way there again. i was starting to feel a bit like alice, just in a much posher rabbit hole.
upon arrival, i was ushered into a highly decorated room with a comfy chair, textured-wallpapered walls and what looked like a facial chair in the middle of the room. the lights were slightly dimmed. the girl who showed me in was also young and thin...but not quite as perky. she seemed pretty down to earth and i liked her. i told her what i was after - tightening in the tummy region and she took a look. we chatted and then the doctor came in.
now, i know i am in denial about getting older. i still wear hoodies and all-stars and pig tails. i rarely wear makeup and don't mind getting dirty. in short, i still feel like a kid most of the time. when the doctor walked in i knew i was old. he was trim, fit and sporting a burberry sweater and black emo glasses. he truly did not look old enough to shave. clearly, he has been sampling some of the botox he offers in his clinic. his bedside manner was just right for the majority of his clientele. he was quiet, tactful and spoke with a slight valium-induced accent. he efficiently informed me that i could benefit from a tummy tuck, although the smart lipo would make me look a lot better in my clothes. it was all a little surreal.
it got me thinking. what is beauty? who defines it? how do we respond to that definition? and, honestly, it made me glad to have three sons and no daughters.
i have never considered myself a plastic surgery person. i still don't think that a tummy tuck is in my future. i am on the fence about the lipo. i am on the fence about my ideas that surround my body.
of course, if i go with the lipo...i'll look a lot better in my clothes on that fence. hmmmmm.
6.29.2011
radical forgiveness
the other day i was reading a book recommended to me by my therapist called "radical forgiveness". now self-help isn't really my bag and this book in particular was a little woo-woo for me, but the guy had an interesting concept. i won't get this exactly right...but the premise was that you should forgive because every wrong done to you is actually a gift. kind of a when one door closes thing. and i like that. of course, liking something and putting it into practice are two completely different things. i think, though, that i can see the logic quite clearly when i look at the food issues in our home.
when the twins were 5 months old, we discovered that one of them had an intolerance to dairy. he wasn't going to die from it, but he had some pretty nasty eczema and blocked tear ducts. so we changed the supplemental formula he was getting and i cut dairy out of my diet. about 6 months later, we realized that the other twin had a gluten issue. again, nothing major...a pinprick rash on his trunk. we decided it would be easiest to cut out dairy and gluten for both of them. somewhere along the line, my husband decided to cut out gluten and just see. guess what? he was a much happier person without wheat! i mean, a different person. and eventually, when our third was not sleeping for shit, i cut out gluten out of sheer desperation. since i was already dairy free, going gluten free felt like quite a sacrifice...but since no one else in the house could eat it...it actually simplified things. and guess what? i have a gluten issue. who knew??!?
now back to the radical forgiveness portion of the show...i honestly feel that my kids' allergies were the best thing that could have happened to our family as far as food goes. people often ask me what on earth i feed them...i feed them food. not edible food-like substances (thank you, michael pollan) but actually whole foods. they eat meat (bacon is a favorite around here!). they eat vegetables. they eat fruit. they eat beans and nuts and seeds. their diet is pretty paleo. and they are pretty hardy! there are days that i long for the convenience of macaroni and cheese (one can eat the macaroni and one can eat the cheese...yuck yuck yuck) or chicken nuggets or pizza. but most days i am happy that i don't have the option to shortcut the food that they put into their bodies. i spend a lot of time in the kitchen and we spend a lot of money on food...but i think that it is all worth it at the end of the day.
is there anything more important than what we choose to fuel our lives with? is there anything more fundamental and primal than food? maybe water and air...but not a lot of choice there, really. the boys eat three meals and one snack a day. i would say that they spend about 3 hours a day eating (and playing with their food and throwing it and...) and that works out to about 30% of their waking hours. i really am grateful that they spend that large chunk of their lives eating high quality fare. i wish i could say the same for myself. i constantly goal myself to eat what the boys eat. and for that matter, to take the time it takes them to eat...instead of wolfing my food down while standing at the island preparing their next meal. i feel like i could be a better model for them. maybe once i am done radically forgiving the universe for their food issues...i can work on radically forgiving myself for not being perfect. i'll keep you posted!
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when the twins were 5 months old, we discovered that one of them had an intolerance to dairy. he wasn't going to die from it, but he had some pretty nasty eczema and blocked tear ducts. so we changed the supplemental formula he was getting and i cut dairy out of my diet. about 6 months later, we realized that the other twin had a gluten issue. again, nothing major...a pinprick rash on his trunk. we decided it would be easiest to cut out dairy and gluten for both of them. somewhere along the line, my husband decided to cut out gluten and just see. guess what? he was a much happier person without wheat! i mean, a different person. and eventually, when our third was not sleeping for shit, i cut out gluten out of sheer desperation. since i was already dairy free, going gluten free felt like quite a sacrifice...but since no one else in the house could eat it...it actually simplified things. and guess what? i have a gluten issue. who knew??!?
now back to the radical forgiveness portion of the show...i honestly feel that my kids' allergies were the best thing that could have happened to our family as far as food goes. people often ask me what on earth i feed them...i feed them food. not edible food-like substances (thank you, michael pollan) but actually whole foods. they eat meat (bacon is a favorite around here!). they eat vegetables. they eat fruit. they eat beans and nuts and seeds. their diet is pretty paleo. and they are pretty hardy! there are days that i long for the convenience of macaroni and cheese (one can eat the macaroni and one can eat the cheese...yuck yuck yuck) or chicken nuggets or pizza. but most days i am happy that i don't have the option to shortcut the food that they put into their bodies. i spend a lot of time in the kitchen and we spend a lot of money on food...but i think that it is all worth it at the end of the day.
is there anything more important than what we choose to fuel our lives with? is there anything more fundamental and primal than food? maybe water and air...but not a lot of choice there, really. the boys eat three meals and one snack a day. i would say that they spend about 3 hours a day eating (and playing with their food and throwing it and...) and that works out to about 30% of their waking hours. i really am grateful that they spend that large chunk of their lives eating high quality fare. i wish i could say the same for myself. i constantly goal myself to eat what the boys eat. and for that matter, to take the time it takes them to eat...instead of wolfing my food down while standing at the island preparing their next meal. i feel like i could be a better model for them. maybe once i am done radically forgiving the universe for their food issues...i can work on radically forgiving myself for not being perfect. i'll keep you posted!
6.20.2011
breastfeeding - why is it so hard?
i just weaned my youngest. i didn't really mean to do it. i mean, yeah, i was planning on weaning him soon...but the exact day just sort of happened. we were busy. then it was nap time and bedtime and he hadn't nursed. so i went with it. it hit me yesterday (day 4) that i hadn't cherished the final nursing session we shared. i don't even remember anything about it. i was so busy planning the practical side of weaning him that i completely forgot about the emotional side - the nurturing, the bonding, the shared moments. and that is exactly what makes breastfeeding so hard, in my mind. it is physical and practical and necessary...and yet, it is sweet and comforting and moving. oh, and the hormones.
i always knew i wanted to breastfeed my kids. and when i found out i was pregnant with twins that didn't change; i just thought it was a good thing it wasn't triplets. i bought in hook line and sinker to the concept that it is natural and therefore easy as pie. have you ever made a pie? it is not easy. and neither is breastfeeding. in fact, i would say that during the first three months of the twins' lives it was the most stressful part. latching, nipple shields, pumping, leaking, engorgement, pumping, supply issues, slow feeders, huge right boob, pumping, little left boob, pumping. and more than anything: the unknown! how much were they getting???
so, i have my million dollar idea. i am going to invent a device that fits over the breast, doesn't interfere at all with breastfeeding, but tells you in ounces (or mL) the milk consumed. simple, but brilliant, right?? seriously, at $49.95 a pop it wouldn't take any time at all to rack up my first mill. you know you want one!
so back to the uneven boob situation. i hear it is super common. i called mine the fire hose and the little boob that could. and i can tell you that one of them has fared much better through the process. do you think a plastic surgeon would consider a one-sided lift? would it cost half as much?
and the bane of every nursing mom - pumping. my god. it has to be a man that invented that contraption. nursing twins already made me feel like a dairy cow...but add in the hospital grade pump attached on both sides, wheezing away and i felt like moo-ing some days. i discovered the wonder of the hand pump with my youngest and that proved quite a bit more manageable, somehow. maybe because i didn't always have two children attached at the boob...there was occasionally a vacancy sign flashing. of course, i should consider myself lucky that all three of my boys readily took to the bottle. i am always in awe of the mothers who cannot get their wee ones to hit the bottle.
it gets easier, right? in some ways, yes. once the latch is down pat, the engorgement issues are under control and breast pads are not longer needed in bed it seems to settle down. look how simple it is. nothing to take with me when i leave the house...nothing to wash or sanitize...nothing to buy. easy-peasy! except right around that time (usually 3-4 months in) supply takes a dip. so now what? my first remedy was lots of water and fenugreek. it didn't help and i reeked of fake maple syrup. ewwww. now of course, they say to pump constantly! but is la leche going to send over a full-time nanny in order to save my poor children from the horrors of organic formula? i don't think so. thus, with great heaviness of heart, the one bottle a day of supplementation began.
you know what it comes down to with breastfeeding? you do what you can. and that is all you can do.
for some moms, that means going straight for the formula. for others, it means pumping exclusively for a year. and for me it meant supplementing a bottle a day until we started solids. like any decision made that veers from original intent, it stings. it feels like failure. a compromise. and these decisions are a compromise. a compromise between ideals and sanity. it's called reality.
i always knew i wanted to breastfeed my kids. and when i found out i was pregnant with twins that didn't change; i just thought it was a good thing it wasn't triplets. i bought in hook line and sinker to the concept that it is natural and therefore easy as pie. have you ever made a pie? it is not easy. and neither is breastfeeding. in fact, i would say that during the first three months of the twins' lives it was the most stressful part. latching, nipple shields, pumping, leaking, engorgement, pumping, supply issues, slow feeders, huge right boob, pumping, little left boob, pumping. and more than anything: the unknown! how much were they getting???
so, i have my million dollar idea. i am going to invent a device that fits over the breast, doesn't interfere at all with breastfeeding, but tells you in ounces (or mL) the milk consumed. simple, but brilliant, right?? seriously, at $49.95 a pop it wouldn't take any time at all to rack up my first mill. you know you want one!
so back to the uneven boob situation. i hear it is super common. i called mine the fire hose and the little boob that could. and i can tell you that one of them has fared much better through the process. do you think a plastic surgeon would consider a one-sided lift? would it cost half as much?
and the bane of every nursing mom - pumping. my god. it has to be a man that invented that contraption. nursing twins already made me feel like a dairy cow...but add in the hospital grade pump attached on both sides, wheezing away and i felt like moo-ing some days. i discovered the wonder of the hand pump with my youngest and that proved quite a bit more manageable, somehow. maybe because i didn't always have two children attached at the boob...there was occasionally a vacancy sign flashing. of course, i should consider myself lucky that all three of my boys readily took to the bottle. i am always in awe of the mothers who cannot get their wee ones to hit the bottle.
it gets easier, right? in some ways, yes. once the latch is down pat, the engorgement issues are under control and breast pads are not longer needed in bed it seems to settle down. look how simple it is. nothing to take with me when i leave the house...nothing to wash or sanitize...nothing to buy. easy-peasy! except right around that time (usually 3-4 months in) supply takes a dip. so now what? my first remedy was lots of water and fenugreek. it didn't help and i reeked of fake maple syrup. ewwww. now of course, they say to pump constantly! but is la leche going to send over a full-time nanny in order to save my poor children from the horrors of organic formula? i don't think so. thus, with great heaviness of heart, the one bottle a day of supplementation began.
you know what it comes down to with breastfeeding? you do what you can. and that is all you can do.
for some moms, that means going straight for the formula. for others, it means pumping exclusively for a year. and for me it meant supplementing a bottle a day until we started solids. like any decision made that veers from original intent, it stings. it feels like failure. a compromise. and these decisions are a compromise. a compromise between ideals and sanity. it's called reality.
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