Ever since Lulu got to The Defiant Fours I’m finding that she pushes my buttons in entirely new ways. I continue to be amazed by her every day. She’s thoughtful and sweet and, for the most part, pretty reasonable for her age. She is also clever and curious and experimental and independent. These are not bad qualities. In fact I want to encourage them as much as I can. I want her to grow up with that amazing combination of curiosity and a thirst for knowledge. I want her to ask questions and try to find answers – even if it isn’t easy. We try to encourage her to solve her own problems, discuss solutions and come up with ideas. I’m glad that it’s working. But it’s also kicking my butt.
A first birthday letter for my second baby:
As you turn one I think back on the last year and I want to slow down time so I can enjoy my baby for a little while longer.
As this week wraps up, so does my parents’ too-short visit to sunny California. Being away from them has been one of the hardest parts of living here. My parents are amazing people, amazing parents and amazing grandparents to my kids. I love seeing my girls interact with them and the happiness on my parents’ faces at the wonders that are their grandkids. I love having them around and whenever they visit they are incredibly helpful to me as well. I got to sleep in until 9am this morning and when I got up the kids were fed and the breakfast dishes were done. In fact, now that I think about it, I haven’t done the dishes this whole week!
Every breastfeeding journey is different just like every mother’s relationship with her baby is different and we all face different struggles. Like many new moms I have had my share of challenges with breastfeeding and in the spirit of World Breastfeeding Week I wanted to share my story. My struggles were mostly due to a combination of overactive let down and delayed let down reflex – a pretty rare combo from what I discovered in my research. There are links to a ton of resources as well.
One of the things I like doing as a mom is making up songs. Luckily for me, even though I have no musical talent, my kids love to listen to me sing. Making up songs and rhymes is fun and puts a funny and entertaining spin on every day parenting tasks. I usually just sing new words for existing songs to describe what’s going on at that moment. It can be as simple as “dinner time, dinner time, dinner all the way” to the tune of Jingle Bells. Often Lulu asks me to “sing it again!” and I can’t because I forget the words as soon as I’ve sung them. Over the years there have been a few gems that have stuck and today I’m going to share them with you.
About six months postpartum I started becoming very short tempered. I call it Postpartum Rage. There were days when I woke up just annoyed. There were days when every little thing made me angry. Things that are usually a mild annoyance became enraging. Sometimes I could tell I’m overreacting as it is happening. It’s almost like an out of body experience where I see myself yelling and freaking out, and somewhere I think “why are you getting so mad? This isn’t a big deal” and yet I’m still yelling, I can’t seem to stop getting mad. I didn’t think I had PPD, I didn’t have the “normal” symptoms of not being able to stop crying or feeling unhappy or depressed all the time. I just had this anger seething just below the surface ready to explode at any provocation.