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December 15th, 2009

guilty pleasures

justin and i haven’t followed a specific parenting method with either of our children. simply, we have followed their leads and listened to their needs. we have implemented love, discipline, play and nurturing in ways that feel appropriate and natural for us. with that said i’ve recently found myself on the attachment parenting website and reading blogs related to topics about the family bed, breastfeeding, and night time weaning for information, support and advise.

jackson was in his own crib in his own room at 7 weeks old. i nursed him until he self-weaned at about 7 months. at night and during the day he would nurse and i could lay him down to fall asleep on his own. he really wasn’t a big cuddler and seemed to not only like his independence but thrive with it.  once we moved him from the bassinet in our room to his own crib in his own room he slept longer and more soundly. so, why it comes as a surprise that harper has completely opposite needs is beyond me; the saying is that each child is totally different, right? and so it would seem, for us,  there is some merit there.

if it were physically and logistically feasible, harper would prefer to spend her entire day mucked right on to my boob. seriously. ok, she might want a quick break to be smiled and coo’d at or follow the blur that is her brother but then right back at it.  she really only sleeps on her own if she’s nursed, held or walked to sleep. at night, i nurse her to sleep and lay her in the bassinet she sleeps in next to our bed. when she awakes the first time i nurse her in bed and then she stays there; warm, toasty and cuddly by my side. and in this is where the guilt, pressure, and uncertainty comes. the reason for my reading and understanding the attachment parenting way…

i have been feeling really guilty about this sleeping arrangement. there seems to be this huge push in our society for our babies and children to be independent. it seems to be a brag-worthy thing to tell your friends if your baby is sleeping in their own room and for 6 hours straight. it does not however, seem brag worthy to report that your baby sleeps along side you turning her head and latching on for a quick snack anytime she feels like it. bummer.

the trend for me seems to be that as soon as i have fretted, cried and lost my shit a few times about something it magically works itself out…0r maybe i just reach my threshold and implement change (or acceptance) involuntarily. who knows. but either way, each and every day harper is growing and changing and something tells me she’s not going to be three months old and in our bed forever.

once i strip away the ‘societal guilt’ the only guilt left is that for my marriage and my relationship with justin. i often feel like i’m being held captive by my infant and finding time for myself let alone my husband can feel challenging and overwhelming. so is the story of parenthood, i guess. but i know how important it is to re-connect and stay connected and see the light at the end of the two and under tunnel. eek, i hate making that sound negative…but it does bring with it challenges…

so, it seems that as long as i’m feeling ok, i’m feeling connected to justin and we’re ok, everything will be…yes, ok. harper likes sleeping next to me. some may say she’s being spoiled or that we’re creating a bad habit. i’d say we’re following her lead and doing what feels best, for us. if she’s still latched on and pooping in her drawers whilst sleeping by my side in say, 2017, we’ll have a problem. until then, here’s to parenting the way you feel works best for you. no matter what oprah, dr. phil, kate goslen, your aunt mabel or cousin jethrow may say.

 

July 20th, 2009

the finish line

it’s been a long time since i’ve written about  the joys of pregnancy and considering i’ve been pregnant for 16 out of the last 24 months (yes, seriously) i thought it was about time. the funny thing is this time round i really haven’t had the urge to vent, chronicle or freak out about the fascinating, horrifying, amazing or down right bizarre nuances of baby brewing. it’s probably because, let’s be honest, it just happened the first time a few months ago, and i’ve got a trillion other things vying for attention and space in my already too-cramped head.

it’s been kind of an on-going joke with friends and family that this poor baby is so not getting the attention, albeit in utero, that jackson did. what names do you have picked out? they ask. um, right. a name. ah, we’re still working on that. how far along are you? they ask. 30 weeks? wait, no, more like 32 wks? ah, i’m due in early september, i resort to.

i’m really hoping that i’m just much more laid back this time around. it’s either that or i’m in serious shock and denial and need to get professional help STAT. i guess i take comfort in knowing that as long as this baby has a few articles of clothing (check), a place to sleep (working on it) and a boob or two (check, check) we’ll all be good to go.  and honestly, i’m getting really excited. i’ve been looking through old (does 9 months count as old?) pictures of jackson and some video of those first few months. it’s crazy how i can barely remember those days. why is that?  seeing his little body, without vocals, and with those wide smokey blue eyes made me melt and cringe all at once. holy shit. are we really doing this all over again? sweet mutha.

yesterday someone asked me how it was possible that i still had 8 weeks to go. how do you answer that question? yes, i do and thanks for noticing that i’m apparently humongous and swollen and look like i’ve been keeping every fast food restaurant from here to new hampshire thriving? my actual retort: i know! i’m going to be really big, huh? guess i just make some big ‘ol babies. smile. bitch.

but the reality is she’s right. i’m pretty damn huge. and it’s weird because it came out of nowhere. for the first several months i was ‘measuring small’ or at the least right on track. with jackson i was always huge and he was always measuring 2-3 weeks ahead. i did also eat about a pound of mac and cheese and bread and ice cream every day for the first 3 months with jackson and barely got off the couch. that may have aided slightly in the large momma, large baby scenario we had going. but this time, i’ve been on the run. it’s been warmer and my appetite hasn’t been as big. don’t get me wrong, i still eat half the box of annie’s when i make it for jackson, pick up a gallon of cookie dough and cool whip every week ‘for justin’ and have been known to stop by ‘ron’s cafe’ (my friend mary’s secret code for mcdonalds) for fries and a shake at least once a month. so last week when the nurse at my dr’s office measured my belly at 34 cm and my baby at 31 wks (they’re supposed to be the same) i knew my suspicions were true: this little bugger is growing and growing fast.

this baby is sitting much lower than jackson did which makes me much more uncomfortable and awkward and i am totally convinced, much less cute. instead of a round little basket ball up near my boobs i have a large egg teetering precariously close to my who-ha. see, not so cute. and my belly button doesn’t pop (didn’t the first time either) so i have the fat guy syndrome of a large dent where my button is. supernot cute for tight, belly exposing shirts. but beyond the cuteness factor, because really that is sooo not important at this stage in the game (or should it be?) is the comfort issue. at night i have to sleep with pillows between my knees and wake up every hour because it feels like the baby is balling my bladder up with his/her tiny fists. i don’t want to go downstairs to pee because our house is so damn squeeky that the long, noisy trek would surely wake jackson….which brings up another hysterical blog topic ‘my cammode’….stay tuned for that one…

i’ve got T minus 7 weeks and counting AND trust me i’m counting. amazingly i am still wearing my wedding rings and actually have a definable knee, calf and ankle. but this could all change at any moment. the stage where i can press on the top of my foot and leave an indent is quickly approaching. cankles will be my middle name,  my eyes will become small barely visable creases and my nose (according to my friend danielle) will get really big. so what i’m saying is that in a matter of days i am going to look really, really sexy. maybe even unrecognizably so. even my husband who rarely agrees or admits to my ‘off day’ or bad picture (why do i always think of that snickers commercial when i reference husbands and beauty comments?) says that the last few weeks of pregnancy #1 were a little scary. at least he tell me now, after the fact, because lord knows i would have seriously lost it getting that kind of info during the fact.

so as i’m nearing  d-day and my days of peeing regularly and sleeping without props are almost within reach, here is a list of the things i can NOT wait for:

  • taking a deep breath
  • not having to ask justin to shave my bikini area
  • my favorite jeans
  • spending my gift card from anthroplogie
  • sex without a bulging, kicking belly
  • cocktails
  • heels
  • regaining visual from belly button to mid thigh
  • regularity
  • my hair to start growing again
  • cocktails
  • cocktails
  • walking  any long-ish distance without fear of birthing a baby right then, right there
  • spinning (exercise in general, really)
  • holding jackson and being able to snuggle him close
  • moving quickly
  • not applying a million layers of creams and lotions to every inch of my skin
  • burning the baby name book
  • giving away all of my hideous pants with big stretchy waist bands
  • watching the scale rise and rise and rise
  •  no swelling
  • fewer migraines
  • milk boobs

and a list of things, i will greatly miss:

  • baby kicks and movements
  • the unknown of what lies beneath the freckly skin of my belly
  • eating ice cream nightly
  • propping things on my built in belly shelf
  • the unexplainable feeling of creating and carrying another life
  • an excuse to wear flip flops 24/7
  • devoting all of my attention and love to jackson
  • the pride of pregnancy
  • ewwws and ahhhhs from random people everywhere
  • free swedish fish from the vending machine man
  • en utero hiccups

this pregnancy has absolutely flown by. and although half of me is wishing it away an equal part is wishing it to stay. not only because the thought of two children right now is totally and utterly overwhelming but becuase this is most likely the last time i’ll ever be pregnant. and even though, honestly, neither pregnancy experience has been exactly what i envisioned it years ago, both have been truly special and miraculous. i wonder if justin’s sperm is super charged or if my eggs truly release like semi-automatic weapons. either way, it’s gotta be one of the two that brought us to this place; knocked up, scared shitless, extremely blessed, oozing with pride, totally grateful, clinically insane and totally happy.

 

May 29th, 2009

the pursuit of happiness

Am I going through a quarter (ok, plus 3 years) life crisis?

 Maybe it’s the fact that my husband’s baseball team has been playing 5-6 games a week since February 20th and most of the daily/nightly care of our household and son has been my responsibility. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been pregnant for 15 out of the last 22 months and my poor body is overrun with hormones. Maybe I’m lonely. Maybe it’s because I live in a state/town that I’m not particularly fond of. Maybe it’s because my job suppresses me; it offers no challenge and little stimulation. Maybe it’s because I have a small toddler who still wakes up at night, lately 2-3 times, and I have a newborn coming in less than 14 weeks. Maybe I’m seriously loosing my shit.

The conclusion I came to last night as I tried to fall asleep is that I truly can’t tell which feelings are real and which are merely a culmination of many different things lumped together. That maybe the issue is that it was Thursday and those fiery pregnancy hormones peak towards the end of week? Maybe I’m at that all-too-familiar stage of pregnancy where my belly is bulging, my clothes don’t fit, my self confidence has flat lined and a simple compliment or kind word (not whilst rolling in the hay) would make me feel stronger and empowered.

Maybe this time next week I will have turned a huge corner and I’ll look back at these words and think, “that crazy ass woman”. Truly, I think that is the case for some of these ‘crises’ but the bottom line is that I am in need of a change; in need of some support and some accomplishment outside of parenting and householding.

This brings me to the newest notion holding my brain hostage: moving back to New Hampshire. The reality is that I will soon have two small children, a full time job and a husband whose career takes him away from home very often. I have a handful of friends here, but none of whom has or will be able to provide the same support as family. Now let me also say that I am not looking for a band aid. I don’t think that living within earshot of my mom will solve everything, nor do I want it to. But I do know that being able to drop the kids off at Nana’s so Justin and I can go out for a date, or having Grammie and Grandpa over for dinner to break up the monotony of a week parenting sans daddy, would be phenomenal. It might make the difference between keeping my shit in a neat little package or loosing it for good.  Not to mention the fact that we not only love our family, but really like them. You chuckle, but really I bet that isn’t the case for many, many people. Within a 30 mile radius we have dozens of family and friends who we want to really know our kids and vice versa. We have cousins who have started families of their own; how great to have our kids all grow up together creating memories and becoming friends. See, we share more than last names and grandparents. The legacies we share are a powerful force; they should be embraced, cherished and nurtured. We are, after all, so, SO lucky and I know how easy it can be to take it all for granted.  

So, this should be a breeze: find new jobs, sell our house, buy a new house, find daycare, start over. Easy for me to say, I have a job I would leave tomorrow and will-power the size of Africa. Justin has spent years establishing himself as a coach and he has one of the best jobs, as a first assistant, in New England. He has worked harder than I’ve seen anyone work and it has paid off. He has recruited the best few teams that UConn has ever seen. He has fine tuned his ability to work honestly, openly and professionally with players, families, fellow coaches and administration. He has created a profound name for himself; one that conveys knowledge, honesty, merit, capability and trust. Coaching is his true passion and he is tremendous at it ta boot. I would never suggest or ask him to give this up, but I also need him to acknowledge the much different place I am in.

Reality is, we’re not moving to New Hampshire next month or next year. I need to figure out how I can be happier in all facets of my life. For this I need the help and support of my husband and my family. I know it is my journey and I know I will figure it out. Sometimes it just feels like the cards are stacked against me and I don’t know where to start. But I need a change, and I hope I’m able to make one happen…not just for me, but for my children and Justin and our life together.

Maybe I just need a red sports car….

…perhaps a red minivan will suffice. Sigh.

Whoever came up with that movie title, “The Pursuit of Happyness” was pretty wise. Here’s to pursuing our own happiness, whatever that looks like, and trying like hell not to loose our shit in the process.

March 11th, 2009

pregnant. yes, again

so, today i cut out one of my favorite ultra sound pictures from our 12 wk appointment and posted it next to my computer. somehow looking at the little body of our second child is even more surreal than the first time around. not only does it bring me much joy to look at this picture, many days, i’m sure, it will remind me that i am in fact pregnant, again.

to say that we were in shock to find that clear blue easy read “pregnant” on january 11 is an extreme understatement. my initial reaction was to laugh, which i did. it must have been a very nervous, what the &**# kind of laugh because jusin said, “what?”, “are we pregnant?”. um, yes. yes we are. “how is this possible?” which, ok i know, might be fairly obvious. but we were being careful and come on, i only have one ovary. shouldn’t that at least make things in the baby making arena slightly more complicated? apparently that trusty right one is putting in overtime; shooting out eggs like a semi-automatic weapon.

we always knew we wanted more than one child (i used to say three and justin two. now i say two as well) and we also knew we wanted them close in age. well by george i guess we, along with that famous right ovary, accomplished that goal.

so now that the initial shock has worn off and the shock is still there, it’s just subsequent, i am getting excited and more importantly (for our child en utero who may read this some day) i truly know that this little being is meant to be here. i may not be very religious but i am spiritual and i believe wholeheartedly in fate and have faith. we have a lot of love to give and an amazing family with arms and hearts wide open; like jackson, this little one is oh so very lucky.

this is not to say, however, that having two children under a year a half won’t be challenging. remember that whole ‘shock’ thing? we know we will have our hands full. but i honestly can’t think of anything more wonderful to have my hands full of. bring it on.


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