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Primal Parenting? Really?

Posted by camilla on July 6, 2011 in attachment parenting, motherhood, musings, nursing, parenting with 3 Comments


Dr. Momma recently posted this article by Patricia Törngren on something called primal parenting. I generally enjoy the articles on Dr. Momma’s site, but this one made me pretty angry. There are a lot of people all over the internet spreading crazy generalizations about parenting, but this one was pretty nut-tastic in my opinion.

I would urge you to read the article — it is really some interesting reading. The author’s overall point is that because her mother did not feed her on demand and let her cry (to be fair, the mother seemed to have gotten some gross misinformation from her pediatrician) that she was a damaged adult who hoarded food. She also makes noises about “being forced to sleep alone” from birth and not being picked up enough to suit her needs. This of course supports the attachment parenting practices of co-sleeping and babywearing. She refers to the style of parenting in which she believes as “primal parenting — the primal is related primal therapy. (I can’t see how her concepts differ from Sears’ attachment parenting, but I suppose that is beside the point.)

She talks a bit about a book her therapist gave her, which connects long-term breastfeeding with self-worth and autonomy in hunter-gatherer societies, and withholding colostrum and crying it out or sleep training practices with anger issues. In a meandering way, she links crying it out, sleeping in a crib and early weaning (before one year, I’m guessing) with — get ready for it — the development of clinical depression in adults. Just so you believe me, here’s some juicy quotes that show her line of thinking:

[Timothy Taylor] says that for early weaning to be forced onto the child, the child must be made to sleep alone, and its crying ignored…. The outcome of this is very serious. Taylor links it to classical conditioning and Martin Seligman’s theory of learned helplessness… The child has learned from the beginning that trying to get its needs met, or asserting itself in any way, is futile. Tragically, learned helplessness is often the forerunner of clinical depression.

See what she does here? If you wean your child early, he or she must be sleeping in his or her own bed (the horror!). If your child is sleeping independently in his or her own bed, his or her crying is ignored. If the crying is ignored, your child learns that he or she is helpless and no aid will come. Tragic, indeed. BAM! You end up with a depressed adult.

Wow. So that is why there are so many depressed men and women out there. They slept in CRIBS! And cried! My gosh. Finally, an explanation.

Of course she links all of this to her own depression, as I mentioned before. She does let us know that she is now in therapy, recovering from her childhood and her mother not holding her enough or letting her eat as she was crying. (Her experience as an infant does seem to be a uniquely bleak one, which certainly could have something to do with depression. Is it the singular cause? Likely not.)

Of course she ends up telling us how terrible our futures will all be if we do not parent in the way she has laid out:

Hopefully, this nurturing and loving style of caring for children will become the parenting of the future, as it was in our distant past. If it doesn’t, our future as humanity is bleak indeed.

Bleak. Indeed.

Certainly as someone who formula feeds, “forces” her child to sleep in a crib, and occasionally prefers the stroller to the Ergo carrier, I take issue with many of Törngren’s claims. It seems like she isn’t just putting it out there that primal parenting is one way of doing things that could provide good results — it seems that she believes it is the ONLY way to do things. As I said, I do dig Dr. Momma, but I feel like this is a harmful article. It reinforces, and may even create in some new mothers, the belief that there is only one right way of parenting.

As I write, I am reminded of an article I read by Erica Jong (the noted author of Fear of Flying). The article is called “On the Madness of Motherhood,” and it got me pretty angry at the time I read it — just as Törngren’s article did. (And just like Törngren, Jong comes out with some over generalization and more than her share of acrimony against the “other” way of parenting.) Jong comes roaring out against attachment parenting and the insanity of this new wave of parenting practices:

Attachment parenting, especially when combined with environmental correctness, has encouraged female victimization. Women feel not only that they must be ever-present for their children but also that they must breastfeed, make their own baby food and eschew disposable diapers. It’s a prison for mothers, and it represents as much of a backlash against women’s freedom as the right-to-life movement.

Whoa! Over generalization after over generalization after over generalization. Yikes! (She also talks about how her own daughter “hated” breastfeeding, without any back story. Totally bizarre.) But, after getting all riled up against Törngren, it did make me think back to reading Jong. There are so many people — especially women, and golly do I hate to stereotype — who really think, who really BELIEVE that parenting a certain way (the “attached” way) is the ONLY right way to raise a little person.

In the midst of her own ridiculosity, Jong makes some salient points. Says Jong, “So it seems we have devised a new torture for mothers—a set of expectations that makes them feel inadequate no matter how passionately they attend to their children.” Yes indeed. I see it over and over. I hear so many mothers ask, in different words and in different ways, “Am I doing it right?” I’m one of those mothers of course. And I ask myself this every day. Certainly, this isn’t an uncommon way of thinking — in fact, I would say it’s probably a way of thinking that dates back to when Homo Sapiens first stepped away from the primate world.

But in today’s world, worry is yet another addiction. The world expands rapidly before us, its threats and dangers brought to us over and over, on repeat, on our television and computer screens. “Toxins!” we hear. “Pesticides! Trans fats! Disease! Vaccines! Infected water!”

Despite her undeniable nuttiness “On the Madness of Motherhood,” I now strongly resonate with Jong’s final point:

What is so troubling about these theories of parenting—both pre- and postnatal—is that they seem like attempts to exert control in a world that is increasingly out of control. We can’t get rid of the carcinogens in the environment, but we can make sure that our kids arrive at school each day with a reusable lunch bag full of produce from the farmers’ market. We can’t do anything about loose nukes falling into the hands of terrorists, but we can make sure that our progeny’s every waking hour is tightly scheduled with edifying activities.

Our obsession with parenting is an avoidance strategy. It allows us to substitute our own small world for the world as a whole. But the entire planet is a child’s home, and other adults are also mothers and fathers. We cannot separate our children from the ills that affect everyone, however hard we try. Aspiring to be perfect parents seems like a pathetic attempt to control what we can while ignoring problems that seem beyond our reach.

I think a lot about babies these days. The more I get to know my own little person, I realize that that is exactly what he is — a little person. He’s not some mythical creature that will be damaged without the exact right kind of care — he’s a tiny human. Just as all human beings vary infinitely, so do babies, and so do parents for that matter.

The kind of parenting I support is parenting that responds to the needs of the baby and the needs of the parent, weighing each in kind. This takes into account that a parent must be well and happy with his or her decisions in order to provide the best care for his or her baby. Of course, I don’t support the decisions of doing truly harmful things to children like beating or verbally abusing them. Beyond that, I try to believe that each parent is doing the best for his or her child — as he or she sees fit. Most parenting decisions shouldn’t fall under attack as much as they do from a certain group of parents (particularly mothers) on the internet.

The internet ends up being an extension of that “small world” that we create for our perfectly reared children. And with the anonymity that the internet provides, we can criticize whatever parenting practice we like (cribs are cages! formula is poison!) and over generalize until our faces turn blue. We can extend our control by “informing” and “supporting” and “educating” other mothers about what we KNOW is right. And that way, we can crusade against what we see as a bleak and unloving way of parenting — just as Törngren would have us do.

“Do the best you can,” says Jong at the very end of her article. “There are no rules.”

On that point, Ms. Jong, I agree with you. I won’t be coming out in support of any one way of parenting. Because there isn’t any one way.

 

Our Breastfeeding Journey Comes to a Close

Posted by camilla on June 20, 2011 in love yourself, motherhood, musings, nursing, parenting with 2 Comments


I breastfed Sam for the last time just after he turned eight months old. It seems funny that I didn’t know it would be the last time. Now I replay that moment in my head — lying down next to my baby after a long trip to my parents well after his bed time, and nursing him until he fell asleep gently beside me. I knew he needed me then — not for nutrition but for comfort and warmth. He slept through the night until the next morning. He woke up happy.

Since then, he’s had exclusively Earth’s Best formula, which he seems to like. He hasn’t had any upset stomach, weight loss, or other adverse reactions — and it seems that he is thriving, growing, and meeting his milestones just as he should.

And yet. There isn’t a time that I feed him that I don’t think I’d rather be nursing him. He makes sweet little humming sounds when he eats — just like he did when he nursed. And it makes me feel deeply guilty and quite sad.

As I have said before, I wasn’t that enthused about breastfeeding from the get-go. And as natural-mama as I try to be (sometimes), I didn’t see myself breastfeeding too much beyond one year. (No hating for those who do … it just didn’t seem right for me.)

We have a healthy, thriving baby. I am a lady who knew she would make the switch sometime — to formula or cow’s milk. So why the feelings?

For one, I wasn’t ready. My body made the choice for me in a lot of ways. When I returned to work and started pumping, Sam was okay at first — and then, he started eating twice as much as I could pump in a day. I made up for that by pumping at night and on weekends. I took Lactation Support (which is primarily made of the herb Fenugreek), which worked but left me with some not-so-great side effects like intestinal cramping. When I was prescribed Wellbutrin, my supply shot down to the point where I had to start formula. (I don’t know why I responded to the medication that way — but apparently other women have had the same problem. And some don’t.) Once I started formula, Sam didn’t want to nurse as much, and when he did he was left hungry and fussing. He got so used to the bottle that he stopped nursing altogether — and now he doesn’t even remember that he ever did.

I look at my history with nursing — the complications and the inconvenience and the supply drop that made me quit. And I feel like that’s just what I did. I quit. I gave up on my baby when he still needed me, and still needed the perfect nutrition that is human milk. No formula compares. Handling formula makes me know that — it’s essentially sticky powdered cow’s milk mixed with corn syrup (or table sugar!) to make it sweet. Its fat content comes from added oils like palm and coconut. The fat in formula condenses in little yellow globules when it’s mixed with water. Just looking at breast milk, you can see the difference — the creamy milk fat rises to the top and separates (just like how cream separates from cow’s milk before it’s processed). Breast milk smells sweet, where formula smells strongly of iron and oil. Breast milk is living, full of nutrients and antibodies that no science lab could replicate into a powder.

I’ve gone through these punishing thoughts a fair number of times, letting them cycle over and over again in my brain. On better days, I respond to them by saying: “My husband and I were formula fed, and we’re fine, healthy and smart. Sam is thriving. I gave him eight months of my milk, and he will always have that. Formula is not unhealthy — it is designed for human babies, and it is researched and improved upon all the time. Plus,” I whisper, “It’s easier. You can drop Sam off with your parents and stay away for a night. You can let your husband feed him. You don’t have to worry that day care will run out of breast milk.” But still, I struggle, and I struggle to shut down the voice that says I didn’t do the right things, and I didn’t try hard enough.

I’ve talked a lot about judging in my two previous posts. If I’m to look back and take wisdom from my own words and thoughts, I would say that moms tend to judge themselves the most harshly. I know I do — I know I’ve always been my own worst critic, and when it comes to being a mother, I tend to make that critical voice ten times worse. There are certain things that I must let go. Even though I know that I could have bent over backwards to keep breastfeeding, with supplements and teas and endless pumping (and I applaud the ladies who do that — y’all are hardcore), for us, now was just as good a time as any to end. For other moms, maybe their journey is longer or shorter, or maybe it’s a formula feeding journey the whole way. What ends up being important is a healthy baby, who feels close to and trusting of his or her mother. Whatever way that is accomplished is, and will be, alright by me.

By writing this, I hope to release it and move on. My baby is beautiful, and every day, he shows me that he is strong and happy and loving.

Breastfeeding Misconceptions

Posted by camilla on March 10, 2011 in attachment parenting, motherhood, nursing, parenting with No Comments


I think that every pregnant woman should take a class on breastfeeding — or even better, attend a La Leche League meeting so that she can observe breastfeeding firsthand. As a nation, we’ve entered into a culture that sexualizes the boob so much that it must remain hidden. It is only an object of male desire, and the only way we see it is sexual. This is why so many mothers are turned off from breastfeeding — after all, why give a sexual object to your child? So we come to the first misconception — yes, the breast has a sexual function. However, its primary function is to provide nutrition to a baby.

From talking to other women, and from reading online, there are a lot more misconceptions floating about. Or rather, there are incomplete conceptions. Let’s talk about a few of them.

1. Incomplete conception: The American Academy of Pediatrics recommends only breastfeeding until six months. The American Academy of Pediatrics actually recommends EXCLUSIVELY breastfeeding for at least six months. That means nothing else other than breast milk — no rice cereal, no formula — until after six months. The AAP strongly urges mothers to breastfeed (in addition to introducing solids) until at least one year. In fact, they also say that it is just fine to breastfeed into the third year and beyond. No harm done. (In fact, the World Health Organization recommends breastfeeding until age two.) If you think about it, this makes perfect sense. Human milk is the perfect food for human babies. Nature made. Mothers have been nursing their babies and toddlers and big kids for as long as humans have been human, and a majority of all the mothers on this planet have nursed well beyond the first year. Many moms nowadays stop around six months, misinterpreting the AAP’s recommendation. Of course, it’s fine to start formula, but six months doesn’t mean it’s time to stop.

2. Incomplete conception: Breastfed babies should eat every three to four hours. Sleep training and scheduling methods like Babywise lead many moms to believe that all babies should eat in a certain way and at certain times of day. Just like adults though, every baby is different. In the first few months of Sam’s life, I was breastfeeding constantly. He ate just about every hour or two, and would eat for almost an hour at a time. This actually helped me establish a strong milk supply — his long nursing sessions made my body know exactly what to provide and when. Now, Sam still wants to eat every two hours in the morning, spaces out his feedings in the middle of the day, and eats every hour or two at night before bed. That’s just his pattern, and it’s part of who he is. Breastfed babies need to eat frequently — and there’s nothing wrong with that. Give them what they want, and chill out about the time table.

3. Misconception: Solids must be started between four and six months. Lots of parents believe they must start solids during this time, and solids must be introduced in a certain way. Rice cereal first, followed by first fruits and vegetables purees. Really, infants need nothing but breast milk for the first year or so of life. For real. That’s all they NEED. There are plenty of reasons to introduce solids around six months, but don’t feel bullied into it — and don’t feel like your baby is abnormal if he or she only wants mom’s milk. This is normal — all babies mature at a different rate. As for the ritualized way solids are introduced, that doesn’t need to be adhered to either. Some folks do it a totally different way, and that is cool too.

4. Misconception: Breastfeeding is a total PITA (pain in the butt). Well, for me it was a total pain in the boob for the first few months. Thrush sucks. And there are a whole lot of other things that can suck — particularly when your body is getting adjusted to breastfeeding. But now? Now it’s a total breeze. I can’t imagine switching over to formula at this point. Who wants to whip out a bottle at midnight when you can whip out a boob instead? Noway — not me. Sam also feeds less frequently and for way less time. Ladies, if you can hold out til … four months or so, you can easily make it the whole first year. I kid you not. It is simply a total easy ride after this point.

5. Misconception: Formula fed babies will sleep through the night sooner and better. This does have some basis in fact — formula sits in the stomach and makes baby feel fuller for longer. This does cause them to sleep longer, but it’s not necessarily the best for them. (Again, not hating on formula, just saying.) Breastfed babies wake more frequently, but they can sleep through the night. (Sam has been sleeping for five hours or more since he was about three months old, and he now sleeps 6-9 hours at a time.) When an infant wakes and nurses, he is getting nutrition, warmth and reassurance from mom. Can’t beat that!

Any other misconceptions (or incomplete conceptions) you can think of? There are lots out there.

Remember, ladies, it gets easier, and it’s the best thing you can do for your baby. Go for it.

From Co-Sleeper to Crib

Posted by camilla on March 3, 2011 in motherhood, nursing, parenting, sleep with 2 Comments


Hey there! Long time no see. I have had one of my customary two week time periods of no posting. I do have excuses, which include Big Love, Modern Family and a recent obsession with British television (Skins and Being Human, to be specific) … I’ve also been working on a short story in the evenings, and I’ve been pumping around 10PM every night. These things help my sanity, my creative energy and my freezer supply, but alas, my blog has been neglected. And here I was thinking that February would finally be the month I hit twenty posts. ALAS, it is not so.

What should I talk about this evening?

SLEEP. We all want it, we all want more of it, and we all want our babies to do it (those of us who have babies, anyway).

It seems like years ago that I posted on my Facebook page a query that went something like this:

Co-sleeping moms — tell me, how did you move your baby to the crib? When did you do it?

It might have been more colorful than that, since I was at that time getting FAR LESS SLEEP than I do today, but yeah, I was way to lazy to find it right now and reprint it word for word. Lots of moms answered — there were different methods suggested (from parent’s bed, to car seat, to crib or from parent’s bed, to co-sleeper, to co-sleeper in the hallway). I asked lots of people when to do it — and those suggestions varied even more wildly. My supervisor said 8 or 9 months, a friend with three kids said 4-6 months, another suggested that any old time was fine. Like everything in parenting, there proved to be no one right answer.

There was one thing I was sure of, though — Sam had to move out of our bed, and yes, out of our room.

Don’t get me wrong, here. I’m a mom who goes against the grain in many ways. Yes, hell yes, I do believe that the crib industry is RIDICULOUS in this country. I LOATHE Babies R Rape Your Wallet. I think that the corporations are at least somewhat behind the stigma against co-sleeping in our society. And omigosh yes, I love cuddling with my baby. And no — lordy my gosh no — I do NOT believe co-sleeping is NEARLY as dangerous as folks make it out to be. (At least not for my twenty pound kicking, clawing monster baby.) And yes, I did enjoy co-sleeping at times.

But just like I don’t buy that co-sleeping is dangerous — I don’t buy that it helps all moms who do it get more sleep. I just don’t buy it. Because you know what? That is some BULL. I get way more sleep with Sam in his crib, and guess what? He does too.

I said I’d do it by six months, and here it is approaching Sam’s six month birthday (March 13, everyone!), and he’s 100% in his crib all night long. Every night. From 7PM to 7AM. And these days, he wakes up only once between 2 and 4AM.

I’m not bragging — I’m just telling you that you can do it. I know you’re out there, moms who find my blog. You are the mom who wanted to love co-sleeping, or heck, you are the mom who ended up doing it because it’s the only way your child would sleep. And now you don’t sleep because you have a snorfling four month old clawing at your arm and kicking you in the ribs at 3AM. He wakes himself up, the dog wakes up, you wake up, and then your bedmate wakes up. And everyone is awake. Good heavens.

It wasn’t super easy, but in retrospect, it could have been easier.

This is how I did it.

First, I set an earlier bed time. Sam had been going to bed with us. This seemed to make sense. He would be weird and fussy from about 7-10 and sometimes take a nap in that time, but meh, it was fine. Around the new year, I thought I’d give an earlier bed time a try. I started with 9PM. That worked! Without us in the room! I nursed him, put him in his co-sleeper, and he was out. Then I moved to 8PM, and then 7PM. There were nights it didn’t work at first. But I kept with it, and now Sam is lights out by 7PM (sometimes 6:30) or he’s a monster to deal with. He is zonked out, down and out, done at that time. It is such a blessing to have my night time time back!

Second, I de-co-sleepered his co-sleeper. I took off the risers, pulled up the bassinet rail, and moved that thing to the foot of the bed. I will say that this didn’t work super well. After he woke up at night, he didn’t want to go back to the co-sleeper. Instead, he was in bed with us. BUT still, at least part of the night, he was at the foot of the bed, not seeing us.

Third, I just went for it. I nursed him until he was totally zonked, and I put him in the crib. He slept there until 1AM the first night, and then I took him into the bed. I kept this routine up until I got up the energy to try out nursing in the nursery.

Fourth, I nursed in the glider in the nursery for the wake ups. This was the hardest part. Oh lordy, it is hard not to take the cuddly little baby back to bed and nurse him there. But it is so worth it. I would nurse him, and then I would put him back in the crib — whether he seemed tired or not! Inevitably, in five minutes, he is back asleep. A miracle!

At this time, he seems to be adjusted. He enjoys his crib. He doesn’t cry when he wakes up — he talks and wiggles and eats his feet.

And that, as they say, is that.

Sleepy Time

Posted by camilla on January 8, 2011 in attachment parenting, motherhood, musings, nursing, parenting, sleep with No Comments


Over the past few weeks, I have been reading all of the sleep information I can get my hands on. So far, I’ve read Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child, The No Cry Nap Solution, The No Cry Sleep Solution and Happiest Baby on the Block. So far, The No Cry Sleep Solution by Elizabeth Pantley has been my favorite, and I really have very little use for Happiest Baby on the Block (this book is mostly targeted towards mothers of younger babies, particularly babies with colic).

Sleepy Sam -- Don't worry, we were in the room to protect him from dangerous pillows!

Why? Why are we interested in sleep? Well, I am interested in getting some. And indeed I am. Sam is sleeping at least five hours at a time at night, which is medically considered sleeping through the night. But, he does wake up a time or two after that, and yeah, after falling asleep in his bassinet, he still insists on staying in bed with us. (The shock! The horror! A baby in bed snuggled with mama!) My goals include: getting him to his crib by six months, getting him to learn how to fall asleep better on his own, and getting him to take at least two naps a day, lasting one hour or more each. I think this is attainable — and better yet, I truly believe this is attainable without TOO much relying on crying it out.

Well what have I learned? How does it apply to Sam?

On crying it out: Crying it out, which I wrote about before, CAN be a very useful tool for getting an infant to self soothe to sleep. I have found that, with Sam, sometimes he gets overstimulated being held or rocked or fed, and he just needs to fuss a little to himself in order to fall asleep. This doesn’t mean he needs to scream. He just needs to be left alone to say Meh, Meh, Meh, and then ZONK he is asleep. (This only works sometimes.) If he is screaming (Mehhhhhh Mehhh MWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHRRRRRRRRR), I know he is in distress, and I pick him up and comfort him. To me, this has proven to be an effective strategy for our kid. I’ve done this after having read about crying it out, and viewing both sides, and I take a balanced view. It works sometimes in some situations when Sam is in certain moods. I would highly recommend that anyone trying this method research it — it is only fair to you and your child that you are informed about what you are doing. (Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child and Solve Your Child’s Sleep Problems are the best books about this method.)

The best ideas from Elizabeth Pantley’s No Cry Nap Solution:

Set an early bed time! (This is also a great idea in Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child.) Try different times to see what works for your kiddo. I’ve tried: 6:30, 7:00, 7:30, 8:30 and 9:00. Before this Sam was going to bed at 10:00 or 11:00 — when we went to bed. And I wondered why he was so fussy! DUH. Now I’ve found that Sam goes to bed really well around 8PM, no earlier, not much later. Yay!

Adopt a lovey for your child. I’ve recently given Sam a bunny from my friend Nicole that he likes to hold on to. It really actually replaces mama’s boob, and it comforts him when he is on the fidgety edge of sleep. It helps him self soothe! Great idea, Elizabeth Pantley!

Create a ritual for bedtime. Well, this one isn’t too necessary for Sam. Find a good bedtime for him, nurse him, give him bunny, and he’s out. BUT I  love reading him a book I got from a friend — Mama Do You Love Me? I read it just about every night before his last feeding. It is so sweet and unique, and I can’t wait til he understands — yes, I will always love you, because you are my dear one. He now loves to touch the pictures and listen to me read. If he’s patient, I also read him Goodnight Moon — or Dad reads it, sometimes in Christopher Walken’s voice! This is now his signal that it’s time for sleep, along with taking a warm bath, eating, getting a fresh diaper, and a putting on his sleep sack. ZONK, he’s out.

Observe your baby’s natural sleep times for naps. During the day, Sam likes to be AWAKE (this shift occurred shortly after he turned two months old — before that he slept all the time, which is natural!). This shocked me, and I didn’t know what to do. Now, I know that he needs to take a couple of naps, and he really needs all distraction removed. He rubs his eyes when he’s sleepy, fusses, and gets a faraway look in his eyes. Cue nap time!

Nap time should happen in his crib, far from distraction. Before now, I had been used to having Sam sleep in his swing or Pack and Play right with us. I felt I needed to watch him. Now he is fine in his crib (well, he’s getting there) at least once a day. He takes two naps (ish), and we all are happier! I really wish he would sleep two hours at a time, but one hour seems to be what he does right now. We’ll see how it develops over time.

    Sam and his Bun

    So far, so good! The best tip? From my coworker today — don’t stress over it. Patterns emerge, and your baby will fall into a more consistent nap and sleep pattern over time.

    On co-sleeping and bed-sharing:

    One last word — on co-sleeping. I think that co-sleeping has become sort of a dirty word in American society. It (like extended breastfeeding and babywearing) is quite common in other countries. In Japan (a country where I lived), I saw co-sleeping firsthand at houses I visited. Babies slept with Mama and Daddy — not a crib to be seen. Let me just say, I am rather ANTI bed-sharing, but I do it so that I can sleep — not so that I can meet some sort of crunchy ideal. After Sam wakes up the first time, he yells and fusses and takes a giant dump when I put him back in his bassinet. Intellectually, I want him to stay there. I really, really do. But at 4AM, I often feel rather too lovely to put effort into getting him back to sleep. What’s easiest? Here’s a boob, go back to sleep. I wake up with my back hurting from being curled up protectively and stiffly beside him (this is a weird mothering instinct that kicks in though you don’t expect it to — there is not one moment since about week 3 that I’ve ever thought I’d roll over on Sam. Have you seen my giant baby? His giant head would crush my side if I accidentally moved onto him).

    Yeah, I was a co-sleeping, bed-sharing hater. I was hating on it. I thought it was dangerous, and infringing on my space, and la la la. Well, I figured it out at about week two. Baby doesn’t want to be in the cold co-sleeper. Seriously. Babies are FAR more aware than you think they are going to be. The first time I accidentally fell asleep with him next to me, he thought, “Yes, this! This is better than the stupid co-sleeper. I will yell any time she puts me there. Yell, yell, yell some more!” So we bed shared for most of the first two months, and then he decided it was okay to be in the co-sleeper bassinet for the first part of the evening. Good times. It is better on my back anyway.

    My point? If you are planning to nurse in bed, you WILL fall asleep next to your baby. It will be scary the first few times. You will do internet research on the horrors of co-sleeping, and you will find that it’s probably pretty okay unless you are drunk, on drugs, a heavvvvvy sleeper, or significantly overweight. The best way to avoid bed-sharing altogether? Put your baby in a crib from day one. There are huge benefits to co-sleeping and room-sharing though — baby’s breathing is regulated when he is near mama, reducing the risk of SIDS, and nursing is far far easier with the closeness, meaning more sleep for you guys.

    And last, after this rambling sleepy mess, you can have a successful sleeper with co-sleeping. Sam is! Moving to the crib … well, that’s a post for later. But we’re on our way … For now, it’s hard for me to let go …

    Sammy asleep

    Breastfeeding: It Gets Better

    Posted by camilla on November 27, 2010 in nursing, parenting with 2 Comments


    I know my first post about breastfeeding was a little doom and gloom … but my original message still stands firm: no one should be making you feel bad about your decisions as a mom. I am truly lucky that I haven’t had bigger problems than thrush, and I am so fortunate that I’ve been able to stay home and establish a solid breastfeeding relationship with my little one.

    I’m so glad that I have stuck with breastfeeding through the dreaded yeast beast, and I can tell you that it gets so much easier. Sam and I have reached the ten week mark with nothing but breast milk, and boy is that sucker growing. He’s 15 pounds and at the 95th percentile for weight. I actually had a woman in the post office ask me, “How old is he? Like five months?” He sure looks it.

    I did all that! I got him to 8.5 pounds growing inside my body, created largely by burritos and spaghetti. And I got him to gain 6.5 more pounds with my milk. Possibly produced by burritos and spaghetti. And occasionally something green and healthy. But it was all me. Pretty amazing how that works, right? Can’t beat nature.

    I did start my third round of Diflucan yesterday … that thrush is ridiculously hard to get rid of. It’s gotten about 90% better but keeps cropping up as I finish a prescription. The yeast is difficult to kill in the ducts since there is so little blood flow to carry the medicine there. But … almost gone. I’m hoping the third round gets it done.

    Despite the thrush, breastfeeding has gotten a lot easier, and dare I say it, enjoyable. I suppose I figured it would get easier — after the thrush cleared, after Sam and I both got used to it, after we established a pattern. It has gotten easier, almost second nature. I can easily tell when Sam is hungry, and I can better know when or if he is done. I have breastfed with my cover in several public places, and I even managed to feed him a couple of times in the Ergo carrier.

    I never thought I would enjoy it though. I never thought I would look forward to feeding him or experience the bonding and closeness that many mothers report. But I do. Granted, breastfeeding takes a lot of time out of my day. Sam likes to eat slowly and deliberately for half an hour or more, and he complains greatly if I remove him before he is done. And yes, it’s still messy. Sam spits up no matter how much I burp him, and I swear he misses the towel or burp cloth every time and gets it on my clothes, on the couch or horribly, down my shirt.

    But I get it now. I think that when Sam started smiling, I really started to understand that he was expressing his gratitude to me. When he looks up at my face and gives me a toothless smile with milk dripping down his chin, I am deeply moved. It is, and always will be, his first and simplest expression of love for me. It is his thanks for what I give him, his recognition of my face above him, his expression of joy and delight at being satisfied. I will have this memory until my memories fade, and I know with certainty that it will be one that I cherish more than most.

    Our love for one another will never again be so uncomplicated. Though I will always strive to love Sam without conditions or restrictions, I cannot guarantee that we won’t have difficult exchanges. I look ahead and predict tantrums, trying conversations, bargaining, and bribery — this is simply parenthood. For now, though, I can give him this one simple, good thing that will sustain him, comfort him when he is upset, soothe him to sleep when he is overtired, and give him warmth in the upcoming cold days of winter. It is my unconditional love that I give him, and he is able to return it with a smile, a coo, a laugh. There are few things in life so beautiful.

    The Essential Pregnancy Library

    Posted by camilla on July 18, 2010 in Book Reviews, childbirth, labor, natural childbirth, nursing, pregnancy, Products, Reviews with No Comments


    As a pregnant lady, you may be interested in getting some good books. I mean, the internet just doesn’t cut it. And as I said, a lot of those sites end up with a bunch of scary comments about miscarriages and illness. I have known of pregnant ladies who stay away from reading any books or sites, but as you might have guessed, I’m not really that type of person. In fact, I highly recommend reading a good selection of books — but you don’t need to go overboard.

    You’ll need …

    A great reference book. I totally do NOT recommend What to Expect When You’re Expecting. It’s not written by doctors, and it just kinda tells moms to avoid every little thing possible. It’s information light, and condescension heavy. Instead, I highly recommend the Mayo Clinic Guide to a Healthy Pregnancy. This book is a true treasure — if you only buy ONE book for your pregnancy, this is really the one you need. It is divided into three sections — pregnancy, childbirth, and your newborn. It’s written by health care professionals, and has a non-conversational this-is-what-you-need-to-know kind of tone. It provides information on every option for pregnancy and labor, has charts for when you should call the doctor according to the week of pregnancy, and it tells you what to do with your newborn once you get it home. It’s well organized, well laid out, has lots of great information, and it will help you chill out when you perceive a potential problem.

    For natural birth planners, you’ll need: Your Best Birth by Ricki Lake and Abby Epstein. Ricki Lake — she’s at her least ridiculous in this book — and Abby Epstein are the minds behind the eye-opening documentary, The Business of Being Born (available on Netflix instant). (I recommend this for natural birthers as well.) This is the companion book, which details why pregnancy and childbirth are treated differently in the U.S. than in other countries, and it tells American mothers about all of their options when it comes to their own births. Ricki and Abby both tell their own birth stories in Your Best Birth, all of which are vastly different experiences (hospital birth with an epidural, home birth with no medication, and an emergency c-section). The best part about this book to me was the lists of questions to ask your doctor, midwife, hospital, and doula. They also go over how to write a birth plan and the things you may want to include. A quick, easy, fun and thoroughly informative read!

    For the natural birth planner, you’ll also want to read Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth. I’ve already written a full review of this fabulous classic, and yeah, I still think it’s pretty much the best thing ever. Ina May Gaskin is a total badass — a rogue, self-trained midwife who started her own birthing center at a commune in Tennessee. This book is her guide, her philosophy, and her experience. The best thing? The first third of the book is written by her patients, giving glimpses of their positive, natural birth experiences. Then, Ina May details all of the different ways and methods to cope with labor — particularly the more difficult labors. She is unflappably calm and amazingly creative, and gives you a lot of ideas to hold in your personal labor arsenal. For example, if you open your mouth during pushing, you’re less likely to tear. If you’re muscles are tight, and someone rocks you back and forth, you’re more likely to relax and have it easier. And you get to read Ina May’s amazing statistics for her commune birthing center at the end. Also, it’s well written and has a good sense of humor!

    For coping with labor pain in a natural way, check out: Birthing from Within by Pam England and Rob Horowitz and Hypnobirthing by Marie Mongan. Both of these books are designed around a “method” to deal with labor, so you may want to choose one ore the other. However, I think checking out a little of both is important because it gives you a chance to gather more tools for your labor arsenal. Birthing from Within does have some wacky stuff about creating birth art to express your fear, which I’m not really into, but some people might find cool. What I really liked about Birthing from Within is the varied methods of coping with pain and the suggestions for how to cope with post-partum stress. Hypnobirthing has a lot about the history of childbirth, and it explains the self-hypnosis methods for dealing with labor. It has a great deal of wonderful information about pregnancy, and it explains meditation you can practice and use during childbirth. Also very well written and engaging. Highly recommended!

    Breastfeeders will need … A good breastfeeding book. The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding By La Leche League International comes highly recommended. It’s the one I have, and there’s a ton of great information in it … but … it gets a bit preachy. If you are someone who knows you’ll get cranky at super preachy breastfeeding dogma (i.e. “There’s no such thing as not producing enough milk. If you’re not producing enough milk, there’s something wrong with you.”), then don’t get this one. I haven’t checked any other ones, but The Nursing Mother’s Companion comes highly recommended as well, and I would definitely give Ina May’s Guide to Breastfeeding a good try since Ina May pretty much rules.

    Everyone needs … Baby Bargains! As you know, I totally support Baby Bargains. The authors claim they’ll save you lots of dough when buying your baby gear, but I’m not sure if that’s the main benefit of this tome. The main benefit? I found out about everything available on the market, got familiar with brands, and got good ideas for what I needed and didn’t need. From this book, I got the crib recommendation that led me to choose Westwood, the idea to purchase the Arm’s Reach Mini Co-Sleeper, and the suggestions as to what brands to include on my registry. That said, the authors, Denise and Alan Fields, are parents and not consumer reports experts. It’s also good to get opinions from other sources — I choose friends and family, and Amazon reviews!

    And if you’re interested in a book for your partner … Get The Birth Partner by Penny Simkin. This is the to-go reference for the person in your life who will be supporting you through labor — significant other, friend, mom and dad … etc. This has all the information that that person can tell you throughout your pregnancy — exercises, health, nutrition, and all the stuff they can tell you about labor while you’re in it — medical interventions, options, and positions, and what you can expect after the birth — how to identify postpartum depression, how you can be supported in breastfeeding, and how to clean your baby. It’s good for that person in your life to have all the info. As much as you can cram in your brain, you won’t remember all of it, and it’s good to have someone there to remind you and make sure you’ve got what you need.

    I’ll have another addition after Sam is born — the best books for having a baby!

    The Elusive Waterproof Boppy Cover!

    Posted by camilla on June 14, 2010 in motherhood, nursing, Products with 1 Comment


    I definitely intend on getting a Boppy Pillow for nursing (it supports the baby while he hangs out and nurses). It gets great reviews — both anecdotal from friends and family members, and just through sheer numbers on Amazon. However, I have heard a common complaint — there is a surprising dearth of waterproof covers! One reviewer on Amazon even said she had to cover the whole thing in Saran Wrap.

    Non-moms may ask: why does the cover need to be waterproof?

    Future mom answers: From what I understand, breast-feeding is a somewhat … juicy process. There are lots of fluids flying about — colostrum, milk, baby spit, baby spit-up, burbles and gurgles. And what does milk do? Even human milk? It spoils and goes sour and smells narsty.

    Having recently considered this problem, I started a search for the waterproof Boppy Cover that must surely exist.

    Etsy to the rescue! Ladies (and gents), check out this seller:

    http://www.etsy.com/shop/mommajs

    I think I may have purchased the last waterproof cover she has available in her shop, but I imagine if you email her, she can update you on when she’ll have more available.

    You can also find one here. Actually isismaternity.com looks pretty cool — might want to check out the other stuff on there too!

    For a Boppy alternative, check out My Brest Friend. Some people like one; some like the other. Make sure you find some waterproof covers!

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