tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60736502016463080602024-03-04T20:37:59.670-08:00The Rockin' Momma BlogRamblings of a semi goth/punk, out of the ordinary and often crazy Latina mom refusing to be mainstream, change starts with parenting the next generation ;)Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-30273222613880712252012-05-12T00:52:00.000-07:002012-05-12T00:52:15.534-07:00another lame blog about the stupid time's article.. nah!Had the title been a marathon runner and it said... are you Strong enough? would it had gotten the same backlash? My husband today made a good point.. "it provocatively calls for are you willing to take on this challenge? " See not everyone is willing to and some can't run a marathon.. but do we censor ESPN for it? umm. no!! I for one love the pic, love the provocative nature of it too! :P Mommy guilt is a bitch!Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-88990963512735356782012-04-30T10:47:00.000-07:002012-04-30T10:52:10.735-07:00Facebook's slap in the face.On Saturday evening I was hanging out on facebook when a friend Messaged me about a page she had came across she asked me to flag it and after looking at the page I told her I'd do something even better I'd flag it and get other moms to flag it by posting it on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/InstinctualMamas">Instinctual Mamas</a> , one of my pages.<br />
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I always believed that the only reason pictures on facebook that showed nursing were deleted was that it had to be someone flagging it, so I mention pages of this nature were not flagged down which is why they stood, so I asked the moms following the page Instinctual mamas to flag the page down.<br />
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The next morning I woke up to find this.. <br />
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Pardon the F bomb blurred in the background but I was annoyed :P<br />
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This was my second warning, My first was a breastfeeding pic that I got removed from a breastfeeding page, which sadly did not care when I let them know that my picture had been removed so I moved on from it..<br />
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The thing is.. yes I shared an "obscene" link, don't get me wrong I am not against nudity really those things don't scare me but the hypocrisy drives me nuts! Facebook cries that they want to keep it clean and goes on deleting sprees and had they deleted the page, then it would have been worth me getting canned for the time being if mission had been completed and that was to let them know they were allowing this page to stand.<br />
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Here is the page alive and kicking,<br />
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<a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Total-Sexy-Women-18/345344538847268">http://www.facebook.com/pages/Total-Sexy-Women-18/345344538847268</a>
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Not even that! It's grown 200 fans in about 36 hours..<br />
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SO LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT... I SHARE A LINK TO A PAGE FACEBOOK IS HOSTING TO LET OTHERS FLAG IT DOWN, I GET PUNISHED FOR SHARING SUCH PAGE AND THE PAGE STILL STANDS???? HOW DOES THIS MAKE SENSE????<br />
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Needless to say I am livid!! And all of you moms who have been bullied by facebook's policies should!! Please continue to flag this page down!! The hypocrisy is unnerving! I feel like we all should be apologized to or at least they should wake the hell up and delete this page already and many others I am sure exist!<br />
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GET IT RIGHT FACEBOOK!!!<br />
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Sincerely one pissed off mom!<br />
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<br />Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-46645105815490776402012-02-03T13:15:00.000-08:002012-02-03T13:15:05.838-08:00When Tandem nursing you must roll with the punches..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYEfFFYc31L0BLHbQwfiFgk9k6LIrvbR6jEih82fw-5Kt9YNHhhMyoAIRLE82H1eNpuMqcO0JZr9v8MkNccWCx2TZgGOC4WIPVtthjcuAxzmGP3kBMhttLKjM5gvJMDiy7UrhdGAZgk-4/s1600/379879_2186797036750_1451787369_31775865_52161693_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYEfFFYc31L0BLHbQwfiFgk9k6LIrvbR6jEih82fw-5Kt9YNHhhMyoAIRLE82H1eNpuMqcO0JZr9v8MkNccWCx2TZgGOC4WIPVtthjcuAxzmGP3kBMhttLKjM5gvJMDiy7UrhdGAZgk-4/s320/379879_2186797036750_1451787369_31775865_52161693_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
I've been wanting to write about tandem nursing for a bit, I've only been doing it for 3 months but ... (seriously? just 3 months?? I thought it was longer!) anyway.. things have changed so much since I wrote <a href="http://teslagirl360.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-journey-to-tandem-nursing-part-1.html">"my Journey to tandem nursing part I"</a> here I am 10 months later and well things are interesting to say the least..<br />
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Let me take you through the rollercoater shall I?<br />
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<a href="http://teslagirl360.blogspot.com/2011/10/dd3-history-repeats-itself-birth-story.html">I gave birth October 15th 2011</a> to a very hairy little one we named Briar Rhys, She was born in the water weighing 8lbs 2 oz! and though I thought she was weird looking at first (just like I thought of my other 2) She is now a beautiful smiling cooing squishy baby.<br />
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As soon as she came out she went straight to the breast! a big part was because my placenta wasn't coming out so good old nipple stimulation was needed so I nursed her and her sister had just woken up, she came and she didn't know what was going on but all she knew was that there was this mousy kid on one of her bahbah's and she at least wanted the other one while she figured it out..<br />
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So here I am laying down on a futon in my livingroom (yeah I use it as a couch and it was so handy to park myself there during labor and after) waiting on the placenta taking it all in and BAM! I got two babies suckling away.. and it was awesome! oh wait! my 22 month old just fell and wants some comfort bahbah.. *sigh...<br />
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So anyway where was I? oh yeah it was awesome, it was an accomplishment in itself... we made it through nursing through the pregnancy, through my milk drying up and now my sweet baby was getting some milkies again!<br />
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and then reality set in... This kid is a boob addict!! She wants it when she wants it and she won't take no for an answer!<br />
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So for the most part we try to work it out you know "roll with the punches" If I have a free boob and she wants it she can have it if I'm doing a serious nursing session where I want her sister to empty the boob as much as possible and get all the fatty milk and such we try to distract her if she wants a helping but sometimes it doesn't work so, I suck it up and nurse both for as long as I can mentally stand it. Motherhood being an act of sacrifice and all lol...<br />
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<div>Yes She sometimes reaches out to her and rubs her hand and holds her as if saying "Hi sister! thank you for sharing your milk with me I still need it very much!" *ok I'm teary eyed now! </div><div><br />
</div><div>So at night we all go to bed one big happy co-sleeping family Orion (22 month old) will go with her dad on his side and Briar Rhys with me on my side.. I nurse then both sometimes if they aren't asleep yet and we all go to sleep.. and then I wake up to this (I sleep topless by the way) </div><div><br />
</div><div>I am not trying to rip off <a href="http://crappypictures.typepad.com/">"Parenting: Illustrated with Crappy Pictures"</a> I swear! it's just that these moments I wish there was a way to take a picture of, for one there is usually no one there to see it.. (daddy leaves early for work) and also it would involve me showing you full boob which I am ok with but also a very messy room and hair and just a big hot mess that is I in the mornings before my coffee (yes I drink coffee and nurse *commence the hating) to my defense I did not become a <a href="http://crappypictures.typepad.com/crappy-pictures/2012/01/the-uppers-downers-of-parenting-or-coffee-wine.html">slave to the bean</a> as "crappy pictures" says until I had 3 kids! haah but anyway maybe her first crappy pictures post was because there are some things you can't explain other than with a crappy picture.. so anyway.. I wake up to this.. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>So what's the point of this blog? It doesn't have one really.. this isn't to entice you to tandem, nor to steer you away, it's just my experience so far with it.. and just like with anything parenting related we must try our best and roll with it.. we can't control what we can't control, and we shouldn't control what we shouldn't control.. breastfeeding is so organic and beautiful and an adventure in itself.. take this from an ex-formula user (my poor 6 yr old but she's doing ok) The sole act of breastfeeding has made me rethink many choices and ways of thinking.. It is a truly unique experience! One that I will forever cherish and remember . What I have noticed from being a former formula user, formula is for one purpose and on purpose alone "eating" sure you can bond other ways and trust me I am not trying to put anyone down, if I read this back in 06 I would have gotten upset but now I know "the secret" while formula is about eating and baby gaining weight. breastfeeding is a relationship... it's a dance! it's the moment where you reconnect with your child and you are forced to sit down and take it all in... and well this momma is lucky to have 2 to share that with. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>I will not criticize you if you don't criticize me! You don't have to understand this dance if you don't want to but don't expect me to understand then your point.. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>If you are thinking about tandeming and nursing while pregnant reach out to la leche league, Search <a href="http://kellymom.com/">Kellymom.com</a>, check out the leaky boob! and if your instincts tell you this is what you want, fight for it! you can also email me! ibbabies(at)gmail.com! I'll help with what I can! </div><div><br />
</div><div>it's not easy it's not glamorous but it is a dance worth dancing. </div><div><br />
</div><div>And with that said... I will nurse my babies and hope we go back to a world where nursing multiple babies.. or heck even nursing one baby is not a shocker anymore..</div><div><br />
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</div><div>and yes... that's a slayer t-shirt ;) </div><div><br />
</div><div>Love! this rockin' momma! <3 </div>Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-81051473785682170392012-01-16T14:26:00.000-08:002012-01-16T14:27:54.063-08:00Tummy time shmummy time!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEreEH0BCkdVt5gAJeu3RoQHhVu0AU0M4-Bvr6bD90jJ0GyKdMTV30MfAHCQCuCpmzdiqcxpUcvl8U5luw8acU0znAs53iGHJvuR-oA6AzCUZCLZYvLNaBkeIsteXbnDw4SKlmBMfB-bQ/s1600/Photo_B81402A2-9C68-0C93-4C31-990C4B0DBF66.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEreEH0BCkdVt5gAJeu3RoQHhVu0AU0M4-Bvr6bD90jJ0GyKdMTV30MfAHCQCuCpmzdiqcxpUcvl8U5luw8acU0znAs53iGHJvuR-oA6AzCUZCLZYvLNaBkeIsteXbnDw4SKlmBMfB-bQ/s320/Photo_B81402A2-9C68-0C93-4C31-990C4B0DBF66.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br />
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</div>I am part of mommy groups for my oldest baby and now my youngest, we've discussed milestones and of course there is always the comparison some moms tend to do with their babies, being that this is my third, though I do not necessarily consider myself a pro I have been around the block a couple of times to reserve myself from such discussions, I am perfectly comfortable with my baby developing at her natural rate..<br />
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</div><div>A subject that comes up that sort of bothers me is "tummy time" this is why.. </div><div><br />
</div><div>If you are parenting with instinct.. meaning you pick up your baby when they need you to, you wear them, you co-sleep and they spend minimal time on their backs YOU DON'T NEED IT! </div><div><br />
</div><div>Some babies are happy in the tummy position and some completely loathe it! and it's ok! This is the thing</div><div><br />
</div><div>When Pediatricians started the "back to sleep" campaign, encouraging parents to have babies sleep on their backs a lot of babies started spending WAAAAY to much time on their backs, detached parenting increases that time by having baby lay in bouncers, car seats, strollers, cribs and thus increasing babies with "flat heads" or <a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_plagiocephaly-flat-head-syndrome_1187981.bc">Plagiocephaly</a> </div><div><br />
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</div><div>So being that parents need to be told how to parent by pediatricians (rolls eyes) they had to remind parents to actually pick up their children and put them in a position other than their backs and called it "tummy time" yaay! fun!! tummy time!! wee! so the <a href="http://www.healthychildren.org/English/ages-stages/baby/sleep/pages/Back-to-Sleep-Tummy-to-Play.aspx?nfstatus=401&nftoken=00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000&nfstatusdescription=ERROR%3a+No+local+token">"back to sleep tummy to play"</a> campaign was created and it got so spread that even some AP parents believe that this is some sort of milestone or that the kid will not get into Harvard if they miss precious "tummy time". </div><div><br />
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Now I am not saying "don't do tummy time!" this is not the purpose of this post, what I am saying is.. if your baby doesn't spend too much time on their backs and they absolutely HATE tummy time.. it's ok! Please don't feel like there is something wrong with your baby and by all means don't force baby into doing it! here are some great articles on tummy time </div><div><br />
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</div><div><a href="http://www.regardingbaby.org/2010/09/20/no-tummy-time-necessary/">http://www.regardingbaby.org/2010/09/20/no-tummy-time-necessary/</a></div><div><br />
</div><div><a href="http://www.askdrsears.com/topics/sleep-problems/sids/prefers-sleep-tummy">http://www.askdrsears.com/topics/sleep-problems/sids/prefers-sleep-tummy</a></div><div><br />
</div><div><a href="http://www.janetlansbury.com/2011/08/the-case-against-tummy-time-guest-post-by-irene-gutteridge/">http://www.janetlansbury.com/2011/08/the-case-against-tummy-time-guest-post-by-irene-gutteridge/</a><br />
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</div><div><a href="http://thestir.cafemom.com/baby/124365/tummy_time_is_unnecessary_and">http://thestir.cafemom.com/baby/124365/tummy_time_is_unnecessary_and</a> </div>Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-33774008830201976722012-01-07T12:06:00.000-08:002012-01-07T12:08:47.777-08:00Sgt Crunch's lonely moms club<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Cute title huh? I always have trouble coming up with a relevant title.. I could have a whole post and then I use the most anticlimactic title ever!<br />
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I think being more on the "crunchy" side of parenting (I am starting to hate that term but for the purposes of this post lets take it with a grain of salt shall we?) can lead to loneliness sometimes.<br />
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This was very clear to me with my second child whom I parented differently than my first, I was invited to a brunch by some old friends who are also mothers, DD#2 was about 3 months old and the brunch was a "no children" type of deal, you know the kind that lots of moms look forward to (Including myself don't get me wrong) Where they don't have to utter words like "no johnny" "Stop sticking you hand down your pants" "Stop throwing your goldfish on the floor" "come back here!" and they can relax for a bit.<br />
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Well, I wanted to see all of them but I told them that unless I could bring my nursling I could not go because my daughter didn't take a bottle therefore I was her only source of food. I expected maybe an ok, sure you can bring her! or maybe even a "well maybe next time we can do one and bring the kids" Instead I got a: "oh that's too bad, I feel sorry for you, that's why I don't breastfeed I don't like being tied down".<br />
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WHAAAAA??? really? well too bad for her baby I guess if that's the only reason she didn't breastfeed.<br />
After that message I didn't feel bad about not going, I mean it was lame and it stung a bit but I figured I'd let the smug in me take over and tell myself I was better off anyway.<br />
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There's plenty of times where I can't go somewhere that was not child friendly because of not being able to leave them, but that's not my complain really, I mean it wont be like this forever and nowadays my mind set is that of enjoying a quiet evening with my family who is my everything than to do anything else, there will be plenty of time for that later.<br />
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My complain is that it tends to alienate others around me, especially other mothers it could be because they feel uncomfortable or it could be because I feel uncomfortable it really goes both ways.. So I get lonely, I have a handful of friends who do come and visit us and I love them so much for that the adult interaction keeps my sanity in check.<br />
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On a day to day basis though I thank my lucky stars for all the like minded mommy friends I have found, they make me laugh and cry and feel not so lonely.. it's like I have a family out there all over the globe.. I wish I could meet them all in person just to give them a hug but for now this is good enough for me , I want them to know that they're not alone either I'm here for them as well...<br />
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Do you have an online bff?? have you ever gotten to physically meet them?Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-73552214712006669862012-01-02T13:44:00.000-08:002012-01-02T18:02:28.825-08:00Happy New Year!Boy it's been a crazy year! Another homebirth, tandem nursing, a growing business, death of loved ones :(<br />
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I have not been here much because well, life got too crazy and my priorities changed.. I also started getting jaded with the "blogosphere" particularly parenting related blogs, why? Because people have so many different opinions and beliefs and who is one to say that one has all the answers? I no longer care to read about how telling your kid about the tooth faerie is lying to them or how you must ban the color pink from your house.. or preachings of being gentle (which are good but realistically and in all honesty it doesn't always work that way) I would much rather take advice from parents of adult children who are awesome people.. so that I can take in some knowledge from them, than to listen to a parent of a 10 month old about how they got this whole parenting figured out completely.<br />
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We are all constantly changing and growing, the fact that we have children doesn't mean we are done learning ourselves, we will learn new things, change our minds, start anew each day.. we will make mistakes and perhaps have regrets but it's all part of growing, we are far from perfect.<br />
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I want to start blogging again though.. I am not sure if I ever came across as preachy or like I had it all figured out.. if I did I apologize and if I didn't .. Phew! I want to continue to put my thoughts out there for whoever wants to read them .... and perhaps if blogger is around that long... as a way my children can go back and have an insight as to how much their mom loved them and how silly and crazy she was though I think they would know that anyway as I damn hope I live to see my great grandkids.. though no one has guarantees on that but I'll be optimistic :)<br />
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Anyway... Here's to 2012 and hope you don't mind seeing more of me :)<br />
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A mommy to 3 drama queens :)<br />
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</tbody></table>Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-66134941387352999562011-10-24T17:28:00.000-07:002011-10-24T17:28:48.081-07:00DD#3 History repeats itself.. (a birth story)If you know me, or have stumbled unto my previous birth stories you know that birthing my first daughter wasn't what I had hoped for. It was a<a href="http://teslagirl360.blogspot.com/2011/01/birth-revisited-dd1-part-1.html"> birth center transfer to a hospital</a> your typical: membranes ruptured, labor didn't start right away, 24 hours passed so here comes the hospital!!, got pitocin and an epidural as well as a baby in the special care unit for 3 days with an IV of antibiotics :( Boo!! anyway...<br />
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I had a healing birth with my second daughter, <a href="http://teslagirl360.blogspot.com/2011/02/birth-revisited-dd2-healing-birth.html">a long homebirth </a>that was amazing and empowering, everything I had hoped it would be and nearly perfect. I always thought It was like I had my "do over" like this birth made up for my first... boy..... was I wrong!!<br />
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It was early morning Friday 4am more or less (the day after my "due date") .. my 18 month old had a cold so she woke up in the middle of the night to nurse, (I nursed through my pregnancy) She snuggled next to me nursed, rolled over and went back to sleep she had me at the edge of the bed but as bed sharing families know it's something you get used to. I was trying to fall back asleep when I felt that familiar gush, ahhh! my water had broken! what are the odds of that happening again!! I was very calm as I knew what this meant, labor was imminent but given my last experience with membranes rupturing before active labor started I also knew it could mean I would still have to wait.. although part of me didn't want to believe that.. I mean./. what are the odds of my body doing the same thing it did 5 and a half years ago right?<br />
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I woke up my husband who helped me out of the bed and handed me towels to help me get to the bathroom.. We both went back to the bedroom to try to go back to sleep until labor started or the sun came up, whichever came first. I couldn't sleep though I was starving and excited, I ate a peanut butter and Jelly sandwich and some soy milk, went of facebook and then thought; what if labor starts now? So I called the midwife to give her a "heads up" I did not go back to sleep due to the excitement..<br />
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finally everyone was awake and so we cleaned the house, ate breakfast etc and nothing was happening, evening came and so we walked around the beach, walked around the block and nothing was happening.. I was having sporadic contractions but nothing too strong and nothing to indicate labor had begun I was getting VERY frustrated... I knew it could even take a couple of days before labor started and that as long as I got nothing going up my risk for infection was low.. this reminded me soo much of my first birth.. why couldn't I have labor after my water broke I felt for a moment like I wasn't normal! I started to wonder if I was going to end up at the hospital again I was very frustrated and angry but my midwife assured me that labor would come.. <br />
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the whole day I tried to rest but laying down would bring contractions.. at some points I would lay down on purpose to see if this would kick start labor but once I would stand up .. nothing! Resting or sleeping? forget about it! as soon as I would drift I would get woken up by a contraction as well.. night time came and contractions started picking up but they were not regular.. at around 11pm I told everyone to go to sleep no sense in having them be tired for when I really needed them (my mom and hubby) I did however tell my husband to stay in the livingroom with me and sleep on the futon that we use as a couch, I did not want to be by myself in the livingroom.. there is something so depressing and scary about being in pain and alone while everyone sleeps. I've had to do that twice before.. once with a tooth ache and another time with a bad UTI, it horrifies me. He managed to sleep, I don't know exactly when but sometime after that contractions started coming hard..<br />
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I was sitting on a glider chair, watching TV and I would feel a contraction. I went from taking them silently to feeling the need to vocalize with them.. I would close my eyes and let go a long "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" The "ah" peaking at the most painful and the "mm" becoming silent as the contraction disappeared. I spend a good amount of time like this.. from the chair to the bathroom to relieve my bladder.. all the while being scared to get a contraction on the toilet.. there is something about contractions on the toilet F*ck! they hurt! <br />
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at about 3am all of this had exhausted me.. I had not slept in almost 24 hours and the night before I had only slept 4! as a matter of fact I had slept horrible the past few nights.. heartburn, movement, full bladder, prodromal labor.. exhausted was an understatement at 3:30am my hubby woke up because I had a very strong contraction which made me louder.. he stayed up after that.. at about 3:45am I started crying I told him I was so tired and maybe we should throw in the towel and go to the hospital maybe I could get an epidural and some pitocin to get my labor going (when I think back I realize I must have been delirious with lack of sleep to think I wasn't already in labor) See I wasn't crying because of the pain I cried because I wanted to sleep but it was impossible at that point.<br />
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at around 4am I started getting more painful and more constant contractions, I had downloaded one of those timer apps on my phone but I never got the famous "5 mins apart" deal.. which was frustrating at this point I was sure they HAD to be 5 mins apart.. they just HAD to.. I was not going to listen to anything telling me otherwise.. SO I called the midwife. (poor midwives get woken up at all kinds of crazy hours if you see a midwife hug her! lol) She got to my house in 15 minutes!!!! turns out she was sleeping at a her SO's house nearby, she assessed me, baby was good (what a relief as I was also worried about that) I was good, and she checked my progress.. she did tell me thought that once I got that pelvic I had to have that baby as she was introducing bacteria, I was 3-4cm 70% effaced and baby was engaged CRAP!!!! only 3-4 cm??? WTF?? I was thinking of how long my last labor was and thought at this rate I was in it for the long haul.. not something I wanted to think about or was willing to deal with ....... but I had to. While she was there she was trying to time my contractions but lo and behold they stopped! It was like a I got labor stage fright, I was so embarrassed and angry at myself, but she said no big deal.. take your time I'll be close by. She left again and told me to call her when they became 4 minutes apart and were like that for a while. <br />
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5am came and I tried eating but I only felt like barfing... so my hubby put "caprica" on netflix and we started watching I would drift off to sleep on the glider and wake up to another contraction... drift off and wake up again, the next 3 hours included a lot of trips to the bathroom and more dozing off and what became my best friend.. a rice pack I would microwave to place on my lower back. at around 8am I got stronger, closer and constant contractions.. at one point I cried "I can't do this fuck!! fuck!! I can't" and hubby replied "We can call the midwife now" not only were they close enough together but those were what we were looking for.,<br />
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I had him call her as I was "in the zone" and could not deal with being on the phone at that moment.. she gave him instructions to have me go into the bathroom tub to slow things a bit and help me labor until I could transfer to the big tub. at this point time was not something that seemed to matter or exist.. I had no idea how long of a time frame it was.. I only know from reading my records.<br />
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I got into the bathtub and it helped a great deal, I kept getting 4-3 minute apart waves... and in between them I started blacking out.. I was so exhausted my body apparently did what you do to a cell phone when you need it and the battery is about to die and you're nowhere near a charger. You know what I mean? you try to prolong the life of it by turning it off and turning it on only to check voice mails or make a quick call. That's what my body was doing to me.. I would black out and fall asleep my husband said my eyes were rolling to the back of my head, and I would wake up with each contraction. this part is such a blur.. if you were to look at it from my angle you would see black then tile... then black.. then tile... over and over again. Midwife got there and started setting up and my hubby went to finish filling the big tub I kept blacking out and having contractions and all of a sudden ..<br />
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I got one then another then another.. 3 in a row! my hubby walked in and said "do you want to wait until after the next contraction to move to the big tub?" My brain immediately turned back on and I realized this was it.. the break you get before you start pushing a small period where you don't get a contraction at all.. so I told him no! We have to go NOW! I got out and into the big tub... oh my goodness it was bliss! I got 2 contractions that made me feel like pushing I got scared for a second.. at that point your body is taking over the pushing and you can't control it.. and it's scary.. but if you let it happen it'll be much better and faster and so I gave in right away.. the feeling was familiar.. I let go of my body and in return I got peace.<br />
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I always wondered why some women in birthing videos were so quiet when pushing the baby out.. did it not hurt for them? I didn't get it.. but this time around i did.. once I let go and let my body do its things I got peace the pain stopped completely.. I got really quiet, I got on all fours as I remembered from my last birth that this position was comfortable for pushing and I pushed half of it was my body and the other half my efforts.. and baby crowned.. I told my midwife and husband "she's coming" and indeed she was.. my husband reached in and I pushed one more time and out she came.. it was over! I immediately felt relief, and joy.<br />
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We hung out there but I wasn't delivering the placenta so I got out and I nursed her on the futon in our living room right alongside my 18 month old.. and that brought the contractions needed to deliver a perfect 40 week placenta and an almost perfectly whole bag of waters that had one hole in it, it was quite amazing. (if you're into that kind of thing lol)<br />
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Overall I think this birth was PERFECT! slow start but once it got started it was fast paced, the pain was not overwhelming, I didn't tear, I loved that for the most part it was just my husband and I .. very little intervention from our awesome midwife just as I wanted. Just 3 days post partum I felt great!!! I still do! by far the easiest birth ever and..... believe it or not... I can't wait to do it again! well.. maybe... ask me again in at least 2 years lol.... Once again I didn't get many pictures of the birth.. I realized that having someone snap pictures of me while in labor is not my thing.. I can't have too many people at my side when I'm in labor the less the better in my case but it's ok that's just the way I am.<br />
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this is how birth should be! Intimate, empowering, exhilarating, healing! Birth is awesome! :)<br />
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So here's my little one.. Baby Briar, Born 10-15-2011 9:33am 8lbs 2oz <br />
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</tbody></table>Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-10951626310578952432011-08-26T20:56:00.000-07:002011-08-26T20:56:45.346-07:00Happy Birthday and Happy Blogaversary to me! :)<br />
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Alright.. I am done working for the day... I have taken a nice shower with the tot.. and now I sit here on my last day as a 30 yr old about to type some awesomeness I even have myself a nice glass of Celebratory chardonnay next to me.. Yes I am 33 weeks pregnant, yes I still nurse and yes I am drinking a glass of wine.. *GASP! not for you? kudos.. cuz it's definitely is for me.. ahh yeah.. *sip. <br />
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So I missed my blogaversary day.. but a year ago I started rambling about parenting.. why? Because just like many other people out there I like expressing myself, I found writing somewhat therapeutic (until the negative nancy's and the asshats rain on my parade) and well I write about what I feel and what I know.. <br />
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now do I know parenting? fuck no! as good old Socrates said: <br />
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"I know that I know nothing!" it's true! <br />
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The impreciseness of the paraphrase of this as "I know that I know nothing" stems from the fact that the author is not saying that he does not know anything but means instead that one cannot know anything with absolute certainty but can feel confident about certain things.[2] *wikipedia (fuck yeah I like wikipedia sue me!) <br />
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AHH let's repeat that.. in case some of you missed it. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"the author is not saying that he does not know anything but means instead that one cannot know anything with absolute certainty but can feel confident about certain things."</span><br />
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I don't know about any of the parenting choices I have made, am making and will make with absolute certainty but do I feel confident? Fuck yeah! <br />
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and that my friends is what I have learned in the past year.. <br />
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I have not blogged as much lately and frankly it is because of the "know it alls" and the "tell you to's" out there.. who are they to tell me how to raise my children? <br />
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One thing is informing about breastfeeding, circumcision, vaccines, birth.. INFORMING not pushing.. and even so whatever the hell someone chooses to do after being informed it's their freaking prerogative just be comfortable with your choice I have ALWAYS said that.. don't be whining about me making you feel guilty when it was clearly your choice, to do, not do, feed, not feed, cut not cut.. etc etc.. <br />
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Another thing is telling people not to praise your kids or tell your daughter's their beautiful.( I love how my friend Christy Wrote about that..<a href="http://reedfamilyjourney.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-will-tell-my-kids-good-job-youre.html"> I couldn't have said it better myself!)</a> .., what gender neutral colors to put on your child.. how Disney characters are so evil... to all those people HA! MY children are not YOUR social experiment.. yours are mine are not.. you have the right to say what ever you want and you might find some crazies out there that believe what you do but is your asexual, only wears white mystery child named "Y" better than mine? I don't know man.. let's talk about it in 20 years if your kid is well rounded, and doesn't hate you or have issues then I'll eat my words meanwhile I laugh. <br />
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So anyway.. what was my point.. oh yeah.. I have not blogged because I don't want to be that person.. <br />
I don't want to tell you what to do.. I don't know any better.. I am not an expert and I am too fickle and change my mind often. who cares what I say! <br />
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In the grand scheme of things.. I want to be remembered as the mother who enjoyed her children and loved them and squeezed the and played with them.. not just one who sat in front of a computer and wrote about how you should to the same... <br />
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Peace, Love and Happiness to all! <br />
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what a year! <br />
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Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-69290734526135514792011-08-06T13:39:00.000-07:002011-08-06T13:39:18.484-07:00are you a Negative Nancy?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgakNfk6JsoUo5FKTOis8KifqNULkQLkG-cv4bp90EM26y39Ov8jgwEyb4qRkfWcSOd3G3zHWX7-lD37KtzvZobCJi9QLRCdG-p-RRA0S_IdL58DfoMB8kufC4TnDgsRH-a_tn6Xu-Gw8g/s1600/boo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgakNfk6JsoUo5FKTOis8KifqNULkQLkG-cv4bp90EM26y39Ov8jgwEyb4qRkfWcSOd3G3zHWX7-lD37KtzvZobCJi9QLRCdG-p-RRA0S_IdL58DfoMB8kufC4TnDgsRH-a_tn6Xu-Gw8g/s320/boo.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><br />
This isn't a positive post.. nor informative.. I wanted to write something nice and witty but all that came out was this bitter rant... was this specific to a person? Oh goodness no... I know LOTS of negative Nancy's unfortunately... but in the past week I have found one too many... and thus this rant... enjoy.. or not... P.S blogger doesn't let me comment on my own posts so boo! .. <br />
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I'm gonna get straight to the point here.. <br />
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In the age where humans interact via means like facebook there are certain things we need to keep in mind. <br />
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1. Not every post that offends you was meant to offend you.. <br />
2. You are not exempt from offending people either<br />
3. You never really know the whole story behind someone's vent, rant, opinion<br />
4. Just because Jane manages to get your panties in a bunch doesn't mean they are a horrible person. <br />
5. The world doesn't revolve around you so stop taking things so personally. <br />
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Here is where I'm getting at.. <br />
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We all have them.. the "friend" or "liker" who 90% of the time is MIA, yet when you manage to say the wrong thing or post the wrong picture or article they are the very first to jump on the boat and criticize, throw a tantrum, point fingers, call names, cry foul and whine about how you royally pissed them off, offended them and how you are so horrible. (sometimes they get a gang of friends to come back them up) <br />
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Half the time I don't care.. If someone is never around and they pop their head out just to complain I shrug them off, their opinion doesn't matter to me sad but why should I care when their interaction is not there for when I really do need it? coming up for air just to complain makes you look like a total asshat! <br />
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And this is sad when the person has an actual point or constructive criticism.. because I would be more inclined to acknowledge them if they put a bit more effort into interacting and being there.. I would be more inclined to care about the person's feelings thus accommodating them and apologizing for my douchebaggery.. I know I'm wrong sometimes (Sometimes! Don't get too excited hahahaha) but I will be more willing to take the blow if I cared two ships about you. <br />
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So think about this when you go around interacting with people everyday... are you only popping out to complain? if so... maybe try to comment here and there and say something nice... then when you do complain.. people might actually care :P <br />
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The end.Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-61523143239171864452011-07-29T13:47:00.000-07:002011-07-29T13:48:34.588-07:00Breast milk... The Original Soul food!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I never knew.. That one of the things I would consider to be of immense beauty was nursing a toddler. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioRr8A7NqjbkvZ8Uy5-00xa9aDL-Gdjx-RyyhI179q_GhVu9-9O5rscRH5-HbACGCrm-xqZZUFSAwCllzs6fxUtQtBMFaXt1-kOeuQykRKKCsUsHhpP6sGb2Uj2CFwWoEHHT5FLbgoac4/s1600/WP_001204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioRr8A7NqjbkvZ8Uy5-00xa9aDL-Gdjx-RyyhI179q_GhVu9-9O5rscRH5-HbACGCrm-xqZZUFSAwCllzs6fxUtQtBMFaXt1-kOeuQykRKKCsUsHhpP6sGb2Uj2CFwWoEHHT5FLbgoac4/s320/WP_001204.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf539GBycB8TQrxuKIxaUu4cj68SP6F6vWk8OHy2c4us7KYRXI4QjnHZywwaTTM5uedL9hOUvvZBGBFYiBmnv56S3IRcc2IL_BNeR5NtvcXLnH8A8BodbgMX3NmDlrBw2ycnsbydi04mE/s1600/Photo_E764CA64-29AE-E46F-2FB8-4A1E63100DF0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf539GBycB8TQrxuKIxaUu4cj68SP6F6vWk8OHy2c4us7KYRXI4QjnHZywwaTTM5uedL9hOUvvZBGBFYiBmnv56S3IRcc2IL_BNeR5NtvcXLnH8A8BodbgMX3NmDlrBw2ycnsbydi04mE/s320/Photo_E764CA64-29AE-E46F-2FB8-4A1E63100DF0.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I never knew it was in the cards for me to nurse a 16 month old while 7 months pregnant.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I never knew that I would want to keep nursing past a year..</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I never knew that sometimes I would hate it but the thought of weaning makes me as anxious as it makes my daughter. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I never knew I would want to take so many pictures of my daughter nursing because I'm trying to capture the tenderness and beauty behind the eyes that look up at me while we sit together.</div>I never knew nursing a toddler though challenging is way more awesome than nursing a floppy newborn lol..<br />
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I now know...<br />
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It makes me angry that the nursing relationship with my first daughter was sabotaged from day one.. It makes me more adamant to get information out there to anyone I know that is pregnant.. I don't mean being pushy.. I just want you to know how awesome this is.. I wouldn't want anyone who means to breastfeed to miss this because outside sources are doing everything possible to sabotage women and their efforts. Sounds extreme but it's true. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuLytmx7gzy8WGE5t4xthAyXcnH23EMmolVPC-v6A5h1nJjsaXmCZvn0wl1cTsf3S2fIHcQilTlNwt1NW1swuTzYhqyb4JJUWWtJmTk7xK0CqIZnaByQYZc9MDZJToVGuOvC95qJpMA7A/s1600/WP_001210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuLytmx7gzy8WGE5t4xthAyXcnH23EMmolVPC-v6A5h1nJjsaXmCZvn0wl1cTsf3S2fIHcQilTlNwt1NW1swuTzYhqyb4JJUWWtJmTk7xK0CqIZnaByQYZc9MDZJToVGuOvC95qJpMA7A/s320/WP_001210.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div>Sometimes it's hard sure... My little chubster comes up to me (She's actually up on my lap as of right now coincidentally asking for Bah bah? as she calls it tugging on my shirt) and here she is I had to take a pic of course... notice the growing belly lol and blogger on my laptop tee hee Boppy's hold laptops pretty well. <br />
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Nursing her is a joy, a gift and something I don't think anyone but another nursing mother could understand.. so if you don't understand.. don't try.. and keep comments like are you still nursing? When are you going to wean? you are spoiling your child! to yourself.. this is not about you.. not about me.. it's about taking advantage of a great gift we were given.. our brains! We are mammals, we have breasts to feed our young but we also have brains that tell us this is more than nutrition.. this is comfort, bonding, the original Soul food! <br />
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People do many things in the world that are bad and hurtful to other people.. breastfeeding is not one of them.. you know the commercial "I'd like to buy the world a coke" Well... I'd like for every baby out there to get some mommy milk! I can't buy it.. I can't force it.. but I can try to facilitate it. <br />
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So Lactivists! Keep fighting the good fight! I have mentioned it before and it was a lactivist that helped me get where I am today in the breastfeeding journey.. so keep doing your thing! <br />
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Get some babies their soul food! <br />
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Sincerely.. <br />
One mom in awe of the beauty that is nursing. <br />
and one happy baby in awe of how good mommy can make her feel instantly. <br />
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<strong><em>This is one of those "I have a picky eater" cries for help. </em></strong><br />
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Now, before you formulate an answer for me please take this into consideration: <br />
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If You have been blessed with a child who eats a big variety of foods<strong><em> YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND WHERE I'M COMING FROM!</em></strong> So though your input is appreciated It wont do much. You can also assume why my child is picky and you can boast about how your child is an adventurous eater because he was exposed to healthy foods since day 1. umm nope... sorry to break it to you but though congratulations on your parenting you only have about as much to do with it as you do with the color of his/her eyes. My husband and I love a variety of fruits and are big fans of vegetables.. we can be picky ourselves but never to this extent. and yes we were picky eaters as children. <br />
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My children once ate vegetables and fruits and grains and yogurts and they cried for more artichokes and preferred carrots over chocolate. <br />
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Now I am not saying I am not at fault here... I have slowly given up hope thus reinforcing their (especially the 5 yr old's) unusual eating habits. I am a short order cook who only makes her perennial favorites in order to just get her to eat something! <br />
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I also say both my children because my 15 month old the one who I made sure to feed as much as a variety as possible, the one who would eat all kinds of squashes and table foods and loved everything we would eat at the table is starting to mimic her sister and refuse to eat anything unless it's what her sister is having. <br />
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This is where I draw the line.. this is where I need to ask for help as I feel this is a parenting issue where I don't feel in control anymore.. if that is the right word for it. <br />
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OK, let me explain my 5 yr old's pickyness. <br />
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Her pickyness stems from <strong>visual/texture</strong> she definitely eats with her eyes first, and it has to be a certain texture or she will not eat it.. for example she likes cheese however she will not eat it if it is melted, she likes chicken but it can only be in the form of chicken dinos (she will not eat any other kind) or it has to be grilled chicken breast heck let me just give you the least of what she will eat since it's not even that long. <br />
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<strong>Drinks:</strong> Milk, Soy Milk, cranberry, grape, apple juice. (sometimes orange)<br />
<strong>Meats:</strong> Chicken (dinos or grilled breast) Bacon (If it's super cooked she hates soft parts) She used to eat red meat but now refuses it. Hot dogs (Hebrew nationals are the ones we give her though she would eat any well we tried soy once and she spit them out) Eggs (sometimes hit or miss, If they have chorizo in them which is a Mexican sausage then she will almost always eat them) <br />
<strong>Cheese:</strong> mild cheddar or string cheese only (as a snack with mustard yeah daddy's weird snack she likes) <br />
<strong>Pasta:</strong> pretty much any pasta as long as it has tomato sauce. But only tomato sauce, no tomato chunks, no cheese, no meats. She HATES mac and cheese. <br />
<strong>Bread:</strong> She has no problem with. <br />
<strong>Fruits:</strong> Apples. (yup only apples)<br />
<strong>Vegetables:</strong> corn (only grilled) and potatoes as french fries (though I don't consider that a vegetable) <br />
<strong>Nuts:</strong> cashews. peanuts. sunflower. <br />
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oh and of course.... Pizza but even then it has to be a certain kind from a certain place or she will not eat it. <br />
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<strong>What happens when I sneak food, or try to make her eat something?</strong> She gets disgusted, gags, and has even thrown up and gotten ill after oh and of course the crying on the floor..<br />
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<strong>Does she know when I sneak stuff in or substitute?</strong> The majority of times yes.. though sometimes it's been successful to lets say hide squash in pasta sauce. <br />
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<strong>What if I don't give in and give what we have as the only option?</strong> She wont eat.. she will go all day without eating.. which is why often I just give in and have her eat something... ANYTHING! <br />
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So my call for help is for those <strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">who have had experience with picky eaters...</span></em></strong> PLEASE HELP!!! What can I do? What can I cook? I am loosing the battle with my 15 month old and that is what is killing me the most! <br />
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I'm at a loss please steer me in the right direction...Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-5467483694355474752011-06-28T19:00:00.000-07:002011-06-28T19:00:19.573-07:00A tale of the recurring "3 lines" ..When I was pregnant with my first I was very excited of course, If you asked me what I wanted I would have given you the cliche "whatever baby is, as long as it's healthy" answer (I know would change that just plain and simply "a baby" because of course I would not "not want" a baby if he/she wasn't healthy We love our children as they are). <br />
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I secretly hoped for a boy though, I was just barely becoming content with people my gender and barely embracing all things "girly". You see I spent most my teens and early 20's in a somewhat gender stereotype limbo. I was too "girly" to be a tomboy and too awkward to pull off being "girly". My mother embraced the society rule of what a woman of the 80's should be .. heels, make up, dresses, fashion trends, perms, shoulder pads, floppy bow ties.. She never did teach me how to "be a girl" though. I don't blame her, she didn't grow up with a mother as hers passed away when she was a toddler, whatever she learned she learned from TV, her peers etc., and she must have figured I would learn the same way. Too bad I also grew up with an interesting contrast of an anti-social paranoid father who never wanted us to be sheeple and who threatened to beat me up if I became a whore or beat me up if I became a lesbian. I couldn't be girly and I couldn't be a tomboy. I didn't know who I could be if that makes sense.. I couldn't be like my peers so I was a bit confused until I moved away from them. <br />
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I was always the girl who had many male friends because I couldn't relate to girls, Back then I blamed it on them being drama now I admit I just felt awkward around them. So fast forward to my first child.. I secretly wanted a boy! I wanted to dress him up in little punk rock clothing, I wanted to roughhouse, I wanted to give him a little Mohawk. I wanted trucks and Dinos and all those stereotypical boy things.. I wanted to teach him to be a good man! week 20th came along and when the sonographer said See those 3 little lines? "it's a girl" My heart Sunk to dephts unimaginable! I felt very deep disappointment and sadness, then I felt overjoyed and elated and happy and looking forward to the future all in the time frame of 5 seconds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am sure some of you understand that feeling. <br />
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</tbody></table>I had my second daughter in 2010, When we got pregnant with her I knew she would be a girl.. I just had that feeling. The day of the ultrasound came and I was 1% hoping they would say boy and alas.. those 3 lines again.. This time though.. I was not disappointed, I was super excited that my daughter would have a sister, something I didn't have and always wondered what it would be like. I was excited to use the baby clothes I had saved from my first daughter and I wanted everything pink and girlie! <br />
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This time around? <br />
Well I didn't want to find out the gender, I didn't want to think of the possibility of a 3rd girl.. I didn't want to deal with the insensitive comments .. I already had gotten plenty from announcing that <a href="http://teslagirl360.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-are-not-you.html">I was pregnant again</a> just 10 months after giving birth to my second. My husband wanted to find out though and curiosity got the best of me. I swore up and down it was a boy because this pregnancy has been so different from my last two.. I wasn't going to announce the gender because I wanted to avoid stupid comments like "your poor husband" or "wait til they're teenagers" "better luck next time" etc.. but I think by not announcing it I am making it seem like we are disappointed and we're not.. we're elated to say the 3 lines came back! It's a girl!! <br />
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Prior to finding out we started panicking at the possibility of this baby being a boy, what on earth would we do? When we go to grocery stores all we see are whiny crying boys! (I am sure there's whiny crying girls too but our biased view only lets us notice the boys hehe) My oldest daughter didn't want a "little bother" (Thank you Olivia the pig for coining the phrase) so when the 3 lines came up on the screen we all literally clapped and cheered. "A girl! YAAAAAAYYYYYY" <br />
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<em>Where you disappointed to find out your latest was of the same gender as his/her siblings?</em><br />
Absolutely not! I was very relieved and excited! <br />
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<em>Did you get insensitive comments from family and friends? How did you handle it? </em><br />
Though I have been avoiding them I have gotten a couple from some.. to which I jokingly reply "Not my fault Hubby doesn't make<em> boy sperm" lol.. </em><br />
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<em>Do you feel like you are not done ? If you are ...Do you ever wish you weren't?</em><br />
No, I am not done I want 1 more though I actually want another girl just so people wont assume I am "trying for a boy" <br />
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<em>Do you feel jealousy when someone has a baby the opposite gender?</em><br />
Sometimes! I think it's natural.. I sometimes feel like I am inadequate for not being able to get pregnant with a boy then I remember I am not in the middle ages.. I'll leave raising boys to someone else! Plus if it's the last name? My girls can always keep theirs! We live in the 21st century after all!<br />
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<em>When did you feel at peace with your family as is? (if you were ever not at peace)</em><br />
I felt at peace after my second daughter, after finding out just how awesome girls are! <br />
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<em>Is the amount of children you have the result of seeking for a specific gender? </em><br />
Nope!<br />
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<em>What is the most awesome thing about having all boys/girls?</em><br />
That they are mine!! and best of all.. that when they have babies of their own I wont have to walk on eggshells with a daughter in law.. Well I know not exactly like that but I am sure the children of your daughters are less off limits than the children of your sons <3 <br />
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<em>What are you most looking forward to? </em><br />
Seeing them grow into women!, Grandbabies, perhaps attending their births if they want me to. <br />
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<em>What do you wish people knew about having all boys/girls.</em><br />
That you don't have to have "one of each" to enjoy your children, proof of that is people with big families of different genders, and sometimes.. having just a girl and a boy can still be lonely for the kids. I have a brother whom I love dearly but I always wished I had a sister too! <br />
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and with that said, I leave you with this... <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"You can't always get what you want.... And if you try sometime you find...You get what you need"</span><br />
Rolling Stones.Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-40157037191518591822011-06-23T13:49:00.000-07:002011-06-23T13:49:13.154-07:00A Happy Ending, thanks to online efforts!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rough translation by Rockin' Momma blog, Source: "El Mundo" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Three weeks after the abrupt weaning caused by the Administration, Habiba once again is able to hug her 15 month old. The Ward Commission of the Instituto Madrileno del Menor y la familia (IMMF) decided yesterday to release custody to a woman Habiba, that by <a href="http://www.macmillandictionary.com/dictionary/british/a-priori">priory</a> had all the 3 defeat cards. Immigrant (from Morocco) Poor and abused. The case is that David has won the battle and Goliath has had to rectify. On the 30th of May the Madrid Community took the custody away of a 15 month old to a woman dependant on social services for lacking "economic resources" and "refusing to submit to a parenting class" (which implied to wean the child) and yesterday it gave it back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Never has custody been given back so quickly and that is due to something. The Official explanation is that Habiba now has an "employment offer" in the past couple of days she has "secured a place of residence" and she will initiate "psychological treatment". The unofficial story is that the matter was on fire in social networks and on pro breastfeeding forums, there were 20,000 protest signatures. The state Ombudsman, the prosecutor, and even the Spanish Association of Pediatrics were looking into the matter: the hypothetical case that custody had been taken from a low income woman for the simple fact of refusing to wean. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lourdes Reyzabal President of "fundacion Raices" the organization responsible for bringing the case to light commented, "What happened deserves some serious though, You need a court order to tow a car from a garage but not to take custody of a child, You should see the child as soon as she came out she has not let go of her mother: You have to see them they glow like never before!" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Who would have thought but the fact that the mom can hug this child is because Facebook exists the case came to light, she needed a job offer and now she has several, she has an offer to be a child care provider, to give Arabic classes, to be a lactation consultant, to cook Moroccan recipes...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-34205799723214814382011-06-22T12:55:00.000-07:002011-06-22T12:55:03.153-07:00Querida Habiba: Dear Habiba:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9d4KddlwRqiRrFsJo_tPiAusXLYsmPOMFXA3lMnu4ENoWYS49jmFbiboyQtPmgmahIjdi5_0tZb3JKcKx6g65lKtJcjLm-cuPyAcOyKGghMPXYZfoQ2g3_LOVb16bLv_49ZScVcUTCWE/s1600/263549_208154655894901_100001011035723_579939_2531015_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9d4KddlwRqiRrFsJo_tPiAusXLYsmPOMFXA3lMnu4ENoWYS49jmFbiboyQtPmgmahIjdi5_0tZb3JKcKx6g65lKtJcjLm-cuPyAcOyKGghMPXYZfoQ2g3_LOVb16bLv_49ZScVcUTCWE/s320/263549_208154655894901_100001011035723_579939_2531015_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Querida Habiba: <br />
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Queria escribir un poco sobre como has conmovido a una parte del mundo que aunque pequena se sentia enorme el amor y la pasion con la que peleaban por ti. <br />
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Yo solo soy una madre con una bebe de la misma edad que Alma, con las mismas maneras de criarla que de solo imaginar que algo asi le pudiera estar pasando a una madre tan intuitiva, se me quebranto el conrazon y llore lagrimas del dolor que solo una madre puede entender. <br />
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todas lloramos contigo... cada lagrima que paso por tu rostro fue acompanada por mil lagrimas mas de otras madres que pensaban en ti cuado amamantaban a sus pequenos. <br />
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todas estuvimos contigo, pensando en ti, escribiendo, gritando, peleando porque te regresaran a tu bebe. <br />
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espero que sepas que estamos felices de que finalmente tengas a tu bebe en brazos y que recuerdes que algunas veces cuando el mundo parece cruel es cuando se demuestra que todavia hay gente buena en el mundo la mayoria de ellas madres. <br />
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Gracias por ser una madre ejemplar al excuchar a tus instintos, no dejes de ser asi. <br />
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Con mucho carino<br />
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Tanya y las miles de madres que lloramos contigo. <br />
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Dear Habiba: <br />
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I wanted to write to you about how you moved a part of the world that though small, the love and passion with which they fought for you was enormous! <br />
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I am just a mom with a daughter Alma's age, with the same ways of raising her that just imagining that something like this could happen to such and instinctual mother broke my heart and I cried for your pain that only another mother could understand. <br />
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We all cried with you, thought of you, wrote, shouted, fought for your baby to be back in your arms. <br />
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I hope that you know that we are joyful that you have your baby back in your arms and that you remember that though sometimes the world seems like a cruel place it is then that we get reminded that there are still good people out there.. the majority of them mothers. <br />
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Thank you for being an exceptional mother and listening to your instincts! Don't stop being like this. <br />
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With lots of love, <br />
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Tanya and the thousands of mothers who cried with you.Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-45084038760426896272011-06-15T16:47:00.000-07:002011-06-15T16:49:49.768-07:00I am Habiba are you? A mother relates..The quest is still on, we're still fighting for Habiba to regain custody of Alma her 15 month old daughter. Our chant is that we are all Habiba. <br />
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I am guilty of all of the things that "flawed" her as a parent, things that should be considered wholesome, healthy, and in the child's best interest!<br />
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<em>"The hours and type of food are chaotic" and " she uses breastfeeding as a pacifier and a toy, offering her breast any time the girl cries and letting her take it anywhere, no matter the time and context in which this happens (offices, corridors). "</em><br />
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When my daughter cries...<br />
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<em>"She gives her the pureed food that is already prepared by the shelter, but also other solid foods that are inappropriate for her age (like the ones Habiba eats). Over the weekends when she needs to make the pureed fruit herself, more often she doesn’t and breastfeeds instead. "</em><br />
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My baby eats what I eat...<br />
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and when in doubt... I breastfeed! <br />
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<span class="c2"><em>"We attempted to regularize and limit breastfeeding times, but it did not seem possible, so the possibility of stopping breastfeeding was raised ...." "... she continued to breastfeed. She was given pacifiers, but she didn’t use them either</em></span><br />
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try telling that to a baby!! "Sorry kid bureaucracy says you must stop nursies and you gotta suck on this plastic instead"<br />
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<strong><em>"She (Alma) does not have proper sleep patterns. From the first moment Habiba didn’t want the girl to sleep in her cot and she lies with her in her own bed. She uses the cot to drop off things and toys and on very rare occasions to leave the girl ... "</em></strong><br />
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HA! this is how my baby went to sleep tonight.. <br />
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<strong><em>"Habiba is very affectionate with Alma, uses physical contact and verbal expression as a means of communication. The child is constantly searching for visual reference from her mother and has been some anxious fear towards the separation. "</em></strong><br />
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Why has society strayed so much from this that it would even be deemed questionable? <br />
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So many children who NEED this type of parenting don't get it.. why would a mother be persecuted for this?<br />
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<a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1637864633783.2077320.1451787369#!/WeAreAllHabiba">WE ARE ALL HABIBA!! <3 </a>Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-14364019909645267922011-06-12T21:29:00.000-07:002011-06-12T21:30:20.621-07:00When did birth become a war?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I think I have been living under a rock when it comes to the subject of birth. I have been around the block when it comes to mommy blogs and forums for the past 5 years since being pregnant with my first and I have been aware on certain touchy subjects, I can even understand why people on either sides of a controversial subject (do I even need to name them? lol) can be upset, but birth? really?? <br />
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A while back Facebook pages that I love got into a bit of a debacle, it was tough to witness as I loved them all for different reasons, and I got great info from all. I am my own person and I have a mind of my own, my own expectations of birth my own vision, my own respect for it. If one page talked about something I wasn't comfortable with I would just simply ignore it, plenty of other advice was applicable to me anyway. If someone tells me don't seek medical attention and I am feeling ill umm I don't know about you but I am going to do what I feel is best for me and my baby who the heck cares at that point who the person at the other end is. If someone tells me I am being "selfish" for wanting to give birth at home, I really don't care either who the other person is.. I will do what I want to do, the other person doesn't know me and I don't know them, they do not know how I came to my decision and I don't know how they came to have the viewpoint they have. In the end.. I march by the beat of my ow damn drum! And I would expect that most people feel the same way. Why all the fighting?<br />
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After all of that dust settled I noticed other pages popping out.. antithesis of other pages promoting natural birth, homebirth, freebirth etc. These pages express pride in c-sections, hospital births and it's fine that's not the issue. What I find disturbing is that these pages seem to be created out of believing that natural birthers think that giving birth at a hospital is lazy or uneducated. I am saddened because I myself wouldn't want that label on me. <br />
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I am a homebirther, that does not mean I am trying to be a rebel, it does not mean I am proving my womanhood, it does not mean I am a martyr, it does not mean I look down upon your c-section it does not mean I think you are uneducated, it does not mean I think all c-sections are unnecessary, It does not mean I hate hospitals or science or Drs, OB, Nurses etc. It does not mean I preach homebirth to everyone, it does not mean I am better than anyone, nor inferior either, I do not follow a fad, I didn't educate myself on google, my midwife is not someone who is just educated online and I found off the Internet. <br />
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I love birth! I think it is miraculous, marvelous, amazing, no matter how it happens, I am happy for babies being born no matter where or how or when, Even if it's a woman wanting to schedule a c-section because she doesn't want to push I respect that as long as it was her decision to make and she wasn't tricked into it.. and even then I don't blame the women I blame the Dr's.. I don't blame ALL Dr's I blame the status quo on birth in the U.S and I blame the fact that it has created lazy Dr's (NOT women) and it has created bad midwives as well who can take advantage of unsuspecting women who just want their picture of their "ideal birth". <br />
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There are great Dr's out there and there are great hospitals too! and my wish is that the way they practiced was the norm in the U.S so that everyone was/felt safe there. Some women birth at home solely for the fear of a repeat traumatic birth, it's not even about proving anything to them it's just about avoiding being treated like Cattle about to be butchered again because this is how they felt their previous time. There is women who don't even have a choice as they cannot afford a homebirth, there are women who go to the lenghts of going unassisted even though that would have not been their ideal choice because the thought of going to a hospital makes them panic! <br />
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There are women who have complicated pregnancies, complicated deliveries, and the only place that it's safe for them to give birth is at a hospital where the technology is readily available, there are women who just feel safer there, there are women who after much research have come to the conclusion that this is the safest way. <br />
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Birth is birth, to me if someone went through a pregnancy no matter what lenght and the end result was a baby full term, preemie or angel.. it was a birth. Vaginal, cesarean, 24 weeks later, 42 weeks later, happy, sad, healthy baby, sick baby, angel baby. I am equally amazed by the strenght it takes for a woman to experience this life altering experience, from the moment there is a plus sign and a life is there a mother is born. I listen to each birth story or loss story with respect, awe and intrigue. <br />
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I love birth, I am not better than you and you are no better than me.. what matters in the end is that you feel healthy, fulfilled, satisfied, content and at ease. <br />
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So please... don't label me as a snob nor a dumb sheep doing following a flock.. because I don't label you either. <br />
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I birthed at home because this is what I felt was best for me personally. I have birthed at a hospital and the experience wasn't great and this time around.. though I plan to give birth at home again, I am fully aware on the implications and I am not blindly thinking this will go as planned. Nature is a force to be respected and just like the second time I birthed I go into it with an open heart and an open mind. I am not afraid to seek the help of a hospital if needed, I just don't want to be there if I don't have to. But again, this is me and only me that I am speaking for. <br />
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Your birth matters! no matter how, when, where. Your baby matters and YOU matter!. <br />
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Happy Birthing to all! <3 Please know it's not one vs the other when it comes to birthing, we are all different and we are all similar. Opening your heart to someones story without cynicism is a great opportunity to learn together, once we understand that birth isn't dictated by a mold we can then fight to keep it from becoming one. Birth comes in all forms. <br />
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An open minded birth aficionado <3Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-51449791548172092352011-06-08T21:28:00.000-07:002011-06-08T21:28:05.148-07:00Worldwide Mothers show they care!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpuaJdq4PlvXJYo4fwZ9io3TcKzpBY3z6_TzeETXO0sHAkJHwguWzw3OGG5JksGWPdx5IJyvZiXhB8LYVWU7lAvbUR9OxGxHU6dIHvWPsl7VLFAUibQCIybbVehnvxwrnAXfspFKrzdqM/s1600/4990106660775827.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpuaJdq4PlvXJYo4fwZ9io3TcKzpBY3z6_TzeETXO0sHAkJHwguWzw3OGG5JksGWPdx5IJyvZiXhB8LYVWU7lAvbUR9OxGxHU6dIHvWPsl7VLFAUibQCIybbVehnvxwrnAXfspFKrzdqM/s1600/4990106660775827.png" t8="true" /></a></div>2 days ago I wrote about a story I came across about a <a href="http://teslagirl360.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-if-you-were-this-mother.html">Moroccan mother in Spain</a> whose 15 month old got taken away for failure to comply to the IMMF's rules of weaning her 15 month old daughter. because they deemed extended and on demand breastfeeding as "chaotic" and "harmful. <br />
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In 48 hours the group "<a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/pages/Worldwide-Mothers-support-Habiba-IMMF-Give-her-baby-back/125104760904059">worldwide mothers support Habiba"</a> has grown to over 600! and the original group in Spanish is over 3000! <br />
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Habiba is not alone! We are all thinking of her and spreading the word and the longer they have their child the more the world will be fixing its eyes on just how fair the system is at the IMMF, and hopefully many institutions such as these start getting scrutinized more. <br />
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I wrote a note yesterday in the group about some of the things happening <br />
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" Some media and people linked to the IMMF have been vilifying Habiba taking advantage of the privacy that has been agreed upon. She can not defend herself so all I can ask is to give her the benefit of the doubt when you read such things, Put yourself in her shoes. If the media thinks this is about Lactivists in an uproar over nursing a 15 month old they are wrong! This is about a child, not only taken away from her mother but from her source of comfort. <br />
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We as mothers and fathers put ourselves in her shoes and her daughter's shoes.. we know this is not the first nor last time a child gets taken away from a parent's custody for X reason. It's time injustices are stopped and the psychological well being of children are considered! Why would it be so bad to have supervised visits while this is sorted? They say she can get her daughter back if she takes certain classes, why not let her be with her daughter under supervision while this happens? A psychiatrist who is not biased and is not liked to the IMFF has said she is mentally stable and is apt to be a parent.<br />
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Makes you wonder what motives these people have to institutionalize an innocent child.<br />
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It can make anyone furious!"<br />
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See this can potentially go beyond Habiba, it's about time we opened our eyes to injustice to mothers and children done all over the world. <br />
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But baby steps.. and most important right now is to get Habiba and her baby reunited! <br />
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We need your help!<br />
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If you can translate the press release from my previous blog to other languages please feel free to do so! <br />
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Also.. If you are a blogger write about Habiba! <br />
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Write about the importance of child lead weaning<br />
the strenght of a nursing bond<br />
how Habiba's story has impacted you <br />
write if you or someone you know have gone through something similar<br />
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Help spread her story!! <br />
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Find her support pages on FB <br />
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<a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/pages/Worldwide-Mothers-support-Habiba-IMMF-Give-her-baby-back/125104760904059">Worldwide Mothers support Habiba</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/home.php?sk=group_170685046326633&ap=1">Que el IMMF permita que Habiba amamante a su hija ya! </a>Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-53064058831723344352011-06-06T18:05:00.000-07:002011-06-06T18:05:28.466-07:00What if you were this mother?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This Morning, I read a startling article about a Moroccan mother: Habiba, a low income woman in a program ran by the Madrid Institute of Mothers Minors and families (IMMF), whose 15 month old daughter was taken away because of failure to comply with their wishes to wean her child, referring to this act as "chaotic" and "harmful".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Article hit home because I have a 14 month old who still nurses, I cannot imagine someone trying to rip her from my arms and from her much needed "boo boo" I am horrified to think what this child must be feeling, surrounded by strangers, wondering where her mommy and where her milkies have gone.. no comfort in sight, feeling abandoned and this just brings me to tears to think of my daughter having to go through this.. to think of ANYONE'S daughter having to go through this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As a mother I want to reach out to Habiba and let her know I am with her an mothers in the U.S are with her.. I am trying to find info in English but I can't so far so I will try my best to translate what I find.. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here is one of the MANY articles in Spanish talking about the case: </span><br />
<a href="http://www.centrosdemenores.com/?El-IMMF-separa-a-una-nina-de-15"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://www.centrosdemenores.com/?El-IMMF-separa-a-una-nina-de-15</span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Press Release Goes something like this: (roughly translated) </span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Four days ago, the Madrid Institute for Minors and Families (IMMF), decided to separate a little girl from her mother for not complying with the objectives of a psychotherapy program and "maternal abilities" that imply to abandon extended breastfeeding and breastfeeding on demand because it is considered "chaotic" and "harmful for every boy and girl". With these considerations all lacking scientific or legal facts, they force mothers to take medication to cease milk production. </strong></span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>According to the Spanish Association of Pediatricians, breastfeeding should be on demand and it can be extended as long as both child an mother wish. No legal action has been taken to separate mother and child, and the mother has not been allowed to say goodbye nor has she been told where her daughter will be taken causing a grave defenselessness on both. Habiba is engorged and on the brink of mastitis and with a broken heart with pain, with barely any sleep or bite to eat. This woman has been evaluated by a psychiatrist and she does not show any signs of mental illness, drug consumption or anything that would justify making her victim of such aggression. </strong></span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>They threw Habiba on the streets the same moment they took her daughter telling her she had no more </strong></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>room there because the resources they offer are for mothers and children and she did not have a child anymore. A humanitarian foundation has decided to help this mother donating legal support as well as shelter . We are deeply concerned by Habiba's pain and it pains us to imagine the circumstances this 15 month old child might be in, separated from her mother in an abrupt fashion most likely with no one explaining anything to her. </strong></span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>.We consider Habiba and her child's case as a serious violation of human rights as well as children's rights. The damage is already done but if mother and child are reunited immediately it can be repaired because of this we urge you to write to write and protest to IMMF management, asking for the immediate return of the child to her mother</strong></span></em><br />
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There is a group formed in Spanish <br />
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I am not but a mother who was moved by this story and my plea is for you to be moved as well.. Madrid is far away but the pain of a mother can be felt the same in any language. I created a group: </div><div class="mls fsxl fwb"><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"></div><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="profileName fn fsxl fwb"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/US-mothers-support-Habiba-Hey-IMMF-Give-her-baby-back/125104760904059#!/pages/US-mothers-support-Habiba-Hey-IMMF-Give-her-baby-back/125104760904059?sk=wall">U.S mothers support Habiba! Hey IMMF Give her baby back! </a> To show International support for this mother in her time of need. </span></span></div><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"></div><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="profileName fn fsxl fwb">If you have any articles in any language please email them to me tcast030406(at)gmail.com or share them on the wall. Lets show Habiba that American mothers feel her pain as well as other countries! </span></span></div><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"></div><div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="profileName fn fsxl fwb">Breastfeeding is a human right! </span></span></div></div><div class="mls fsxl fwb"></div>Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-43260785338387073252011-05-11T15:04:00.000-07:002011-05-11T15:04:40.973-07:00How to make Dust Bunnies out of your Facebook "friends".I have been meaning to do this for my Facebook Challenged friends who are always finding themselves in a pickle because they can't say no and deny friend requests from not necessarily welcomed people like coworkers, family, annoying acquaintances etc. <br />
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Also this comes in Handy for people like me who have a variety of friends who are fine and dandy but are easily offended by your unconventional and radical thoughts.. for Example I have a grouped friends into a "christian" category.. nothing bad with it.. but sometimes "what is on my mind" can be a little crude for a Jesus loving person being that I am not religious, so In order to keep the peace and not offend them (though I could say I have been offended many a times by them *sigh) I spare them from potentially seeing any heretic spewing of mine. <br />
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Anyway.. Lets say Cousin James added you simply because you are family, now cousin James is a real uptight conservative jerk who only seems to reply when you offend him with your thoughts, How dare you have any! Stick to your kids and house cleaning woman! Well instead of deleting him and making things awkward at the next family gathering, simply put him in limbo or as I call it.. put him in a dust bunny status.<br />
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Dust Bunnies.. they're there, you don't see them, they don't see you..but they're there. Hide them, Hide yourself from them and they will still be on your friends list just not bothering you. <br />
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So here we go.. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On your home page's left hand side click on "friends"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hope this was helpful and save you from headaches, tantrums and having to give up and delete your page because you don't feel like it's yours anymore :) I don't see it as censoring myself I see it as excluding people who can get easily offended.. they don't wanna see it anyway right?.. and don't get me wrong some of these people I really love we just don't see eye to eye on some matters and would rather keep the peace. </div>Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-72255052189753514612011-05-10T15:56:00.000-07:002011-05-10T15:56:11.270-07:002 weeks shy of halfway there...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHEFhD0CGpa-GJTiUeEUaN3HNSDQmTNtd0Mv1QlHoOt9Fzhx-6ezLou2nMtNp4NqoGjenY8Fs_j7u7_9oRJ2kzdzt1PRKjsvCXyGNF4Pl9xMQYmfQFfG4LIJDvh3yYjyhwDRFO_wYaQeY/s1600/dd.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHEFhD0CGpa-GJTiUeEUaN3HNSDQmTNtd0Mv1QlHoOt9Fzhx-6ezLou2nMtNp4NqoGjenY8Fs_j7u7_9oRJ2kzdzt1PRKjsvCXyGNF4Pl9xMQYmfQFfG4LIJDvh3yYjyhwDRFO_wYaQeY/s320/dd.bmp" width="320" /></a></div>So Lets talk about this little Booger.. #3 So far this pregnancy has been going fast, DD#1 has been super excited about it and I think this time I will have her at the birth, I am not dead set on it as I thought I was going to have her around while giving birth to DD#2 but the pain was so intense after a while that I just had to have someone take her away, I was worried she would be scared. I think this time though she understands more, it has only been a year but it seems like she has matured more... perhaps the year made a difference or perhaps at that very moment she went from being the baby I had to protect to being the big sister. <br />
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DD#2 Is growing like a weed! She has a great personality, such a clown always trying to make us laugh! She loves being the center of attention. She is walking and talking a bit. Her favorite toy is a baby doll which she nurses. Which makes me sad as the milk is slowly disappearing but she still comfort nurses :) <br />
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BB#3 Well growing as well, we have an appt with the midwife later this week, it should be uneventful though. My last one was at 14 weeks, My Midwife could not hear a heartbeat so we went for a sonogram turns out placenta was anterior.. (no biggie just means it was in the way) and we found out the gender! Yep We found out already... We told everyone we weren't finding out but it was a lie.. we were going to find out at the first chance. SO we have known for the past month what BB#3 is but we're not telling! haha! Well at least not to everyone, we have told some people, Why did we do this? <br />
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Simple.. I get annoyed easily by people's insensitive comments. If We were to have a girl I don't want to hear "Poor hubby" or Better luck next time.. or 3 girls wow! F' that If I am to have another girl I want to hear the same.. congrats! yaay! and that's it!<br />
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If I were to have a boy I don't want to hear.. "oh finally you get a boy" or Yaay now you have each gender, or are you finally done? F' that too! If I were to have a boy I want to hear Congrats! yaay! and that's it! I don't want people making a big deal because of a boy. <br />
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So either way it'd be equally annoying.. I'd rather announce yaay here's BB#3 and it's a .....! Yaay! <br />
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And there is just something so wickedly cool about knowing and having it be a secret :) <br />
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So far Homebirth #2 is still the plan! I can't wait for this baby to get here! :)Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-8538541712136627462011-05-02T13:56:00.000-07:002011-05-02T13:56:46.491-07:00Humility the lesson that didn't get taught.<strong>Humility</strong> (adjectival form: humble) is the quality of being modest, reverential, even politely submissive, and never being arrogant, contemptuous, rude or even self-abasing. Humility, in various interpretations, is widely seen as a virtue in many religious and philosophical traditions, being connected with notions of transcendent unity with the universe or the divine, and of egolessness. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">*wikipedia</span><br />
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Last night with the news of Osama Bin Laden's death, I was Happy to see most of my friends and Facebook acquaintances share the same sentiments.. What's going to happen now? Why are they showing people cheering on the streets like they just told them they won a million dollars? How are the anti-Americans going to react? Why should we be happy and rejoicing over someones death? A life is a life no matter how evil. Getting this man after almost 10 yrs is anti climactic as my blogger friend over at <a href="http://fineandfair.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-day.html">Fine and Fair</a> expressed. <br />
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I am happy for the people fighting this war and the people who have been victims for the past 10 years.. 10 years!! let's not forget it's been that long! Maybe this can bring some closure or some sense into this senseless war that has been going on for 10 years! I am happy for them and I hope they get to come home.. but I am afraid.<br />
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Kill the "queen bee" and the swarm will probably attack you, then they will be quiet.. making a new queen, regrouping. Killing the queen bee will not destroy the hive.. The war is sadly far from over. <br />
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"An Eye for an Eye makes the whole world go blind" Said Ghandi.<br />
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Ok,.. now how does this pertain to parenting... Check this article out on bullying <br />
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<blockquote>"This is the circle of bullying," Pearre explains during a classroom meeting devoted to the subject. She points to a chart that illustrates the roles: passive supporters, followers, the bully, the victim, and possible defenders<br />
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Watching this class, any former middle schooler might recoil and think, "It's wrong to rat on friends." And student Jay Kulkarni voiced what every boy listening to this lesson had to be thinking: "So if someone comes up to you and like, punches you, or does something physically violent, how do you defend yourself? Do you just stand there and watch?" <br />
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Don't let it get to that point, kids are told. <span style="font-size: large;">Don't resort to violence, because it's wrong. And, as Pearre explains, it will land you in even bigger trouble</span></blockquote><blockquote>"Frederick County Public Schools has a zero-tolerance policy for any kind of physical violence," she warns</blockquote><br />
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This is what we tell our children.. then we parade around happy about all of this.. attacking others with the word "unAmerican" for not feeling the same way. What are our children learning from us? Not Humility that's for sure. <br />
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I am not saying we should have treated Bin Laden to a bed of roses.. I am just saying be careful how you act in front of young impressionable minds.. and don't believe for a second that this is all over... sadly I am realizing after 10 years.. this is probably still only the beginning. Call me Pessimistic.. but I am afraid. <br />
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And another thing I am American! I love this country.. and because of that I don't want to see it destroyed by hate. <br />
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Imagine there's no Heaven <br />
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It's easy if you try <br />
No hell below us <br />
Above us only sky <br />
Imagine all the people <br />
Living for today <br />
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Imagine there's no countries <br />
It isn't hard to do <br />
Nothing to kill or die for <br />
And no religion too <br />
Imagine all the people <br />
Living life in peace <br />
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You may say that I'm a dreamer <br />
But I'm not the only one <br />
I hope someday you'll join us <br />
And the world will be as one <br />
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Imagine no possessions <br />
I wonder if you can <br />
No need for greed or hunger <br />
A brotherhood of man <br />
Imagine all the people <br />
Sharing all the world <br />
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You may say that I'm a dreamer <br />
But I'm not the only one <br />
I hope someday you'll join us <br />
And the world will live as oneTanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-5796015907006993812011-04-26T16:49:00.000-07:002011-04-26T16:49:57.077-07:00Claire didn't produce enough milk.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRwctpfPCHCLAHXd-GEh6aYRtixyzfzX2XPHciz6ZhbaF8v9FuBzjEYVgdqzbnJxoyZWODf0qOr3kEKTdehJ6lkxAQ7X72AoX4WdOrvh3GBFHA_Ym8IY0FKqY_t1SW7eaovRHOtZUzxhc/s1600/mother_and_baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRwctpfPCHCLAHXd-GEh6aYRtixyzfzX2XPHciz6ZhbaF8v9FuBzjEYVgdqzbnJxoyZWODf0qOr3kEKTdehJ6lkxAQ7X72AoX4WdOrvh3GBFHA_Ym8IY0FKqY_t1SW7eaovRHOtZUzxhc/s320/mother_and_baby.jpg" width="245" /></a></div>I want to write this for you first time moms who want to breastfeed. <br />
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Meet Claire.. She is a first time mom, very excited about her baby, she has researched and knows breastfeeding is the best for the baby and so she plans to breastfeed she bought no bottles she bought a pump. She was set.. or so she thought. <br />
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Claire went to birth classes where they covered breastfeeding, they told her abut proper latch and they gave her a couple of resources and she felt confident. Baby finally arrived and at the hospital, a lactation consultant came to visit, she showed her the proper latch and a couple of holding techniques, she then referred her to the store inside the hospital where she could get the latest breastfeeding gear. Baby Had a bit of Jaundice so they told her the only way to discharge her was until they cleared baby this meant a bit of formula which in no way would interfere with her breastfeeding it would just speed up the process until her milk came in. <br />
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Finally the day came to go home she was excited, elated, relieved but very tired, before leaving the hospital they made her sign papers. and follow protocol and they gave her instructions to every 2 hours change baby's diaper and feed baby, she nodded and the new family went on their merry way. Finally home, she settled in her comfy chair with baby, She took a nap baby was exhausted too and sleeping away. Family started showing up, Claire took a shower and ate, baby finally woke and baby started rooting for a nipple, Daddy changed the diaper first as this is what the hospital told them to do and then swaddle baby by the time Claire got baby to breast baby was screaming and restless.. Baby was so upset he couldn't settle down enough to latch on. Grandma took baby and tried to calm him down, Claire becomes stressed emotional, she takes baby back and baby was still upset she became more and more stressed.. why did this work so easily at the hospital and not here? baby fell back asleep. Claire worries but she let him sleep maybe next time he'll eat. Visitors left and baby woke up again.. this time screaming as he had not eaten in a while.. Claire changed his diaper and tried once more to latch on and he latched on.. and then he screamed.. he latches on again and then he screamed. Claire worried he had not eaten said .. say forget this! it's more important that he eats something so she remembered the nice nurse packed a couple of ready to use formula bottles in her bag so Claire gave in.. .. just an ounce.. enough to fill his belly and calm him down.. just a small ounce that's nothing ! Che put him back to breast and he latched on and then unlatched because he had fallen asleep, huge smile on his face.. full, content. Claire breathed a sigh of relief Claire is sure next time all will be well. <br />
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3 hours later baby is still asleep, he was so full with the formula that he was still sleeping away but the nurse told them to not let baby go more than 3 hours without feeding him so they wake him up change is diaper and latch him on.. baby was so sleepy he suckled a couple of times and fell back asleep. They all decide to go to sleep. In the Middle of the night baby starts crying and screaming, he's hungry again.. tired the parents decide they will deal with the breastfeeding in the morning and they give baby another ounce of formula, baby drinks an ounce.. spits up half and falls back asleep. This time he doesn't stay asleep long, an hour later he wakes up screaming! Claire tries to latch him and feels like a failure when this doesn't work.. she starts crying and her husband hates seeing her so upset, he tells her to go to sleep and he'll take care of the baby, Claire nods goes to sleep crying and the well meaning husband takes the baby out of the room changes his diaper feeds him a bottle rocks him to sleep and all is well until the morning. <br />
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Claire wakes up changes baby latches him on and it works! baby seems to get it! Yaay! baby nurses 15 minutes on her right breast and he falls asleep. Claire is sure they're on the right track.. baby is awake for a bit and happy and 30 minutes later he's sucking on his fist.. rooting, everyone thinks it's so cute.. he then cries.. no one thinks to feed him as they eat every 2 hours.. it's too soon! they rock him to sleep. He wakes up again hungry upset.. so the cycle of supplementing begins again...<br />
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Claire's milk comes in she breastfeeds and "supplements" with formula eventually this turns into formula feeding supplemented by breastfeeding and then it is completely formula feeding. Claire doesn't know what happened.. she never produced enough milk for her baby and then it dried up. Baby was always hungry and she was not able to keep up. She tried the best she could but to this day she doesn't know what happened.. she sees women talking about breastfeeding online and she wonders why she couldn't. She becomes enraged when she sees women saying formula is inferior she reminds them not everyone is as lucky and that she herself tried and just couldn't produce milk. She doesn't know what happened. <br />
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This is a VERY typical story.. there are many obstacles for a woman that can sabotage breastfeeding but this one is a very common yet very preventable reason. <br />
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Actual inability to produce enough milk is rare, with studies showing that mothers from developing countries who are experiencing nutritional hardship still produce similar amounts of milk of similar quality to mothers in developed countries.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-7"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6073650201646308060&postID=579601590700699381#cite_note-7"><span style="font-size: x-small;">[8]</span></a></sup> <span class="goog_qs-tidbit goog_qs-tidbit-1">There are many reasons a mother may not produce enough breast milk.</span> Some of the most common are an improper latch (i.e. the baby does not connect efficiently with the nipple),<strong><u> not nursing or pumping enough to meet supply</u></strong>, certain medications (including estrogen-containing <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Hormonal_contraceptives" title="Hormonal contraceptives">hormonal contraceptives</a>), illness, and dehydration. A rarer reason is <a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Sheehan%27s_syndrome">Sheehan's syndrome</a>, also known as postpartum <a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Hypopituitarism">hypopituitarism</a>, which is associated with prolactin deficiency; this syndrome may require hormone replacement <span style="font-size: xx-small;">- Wikipedia</span>. <br />
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What Happened to Claire is that she was sabotaged from the beginning, the introduction to formula even though it was a small amount was a huge factor. Everytime formula is used and baby is not on breast it is a missed opportunity to signal to your body to produce milk. The production of human milk works on a supply and demand basis.. the more baby asks for it in the form of nursing at the breast, the more your body produces to meet such demands.. If your baby is not at the breast your body will not know it is needed. It will make less and less milk until it is gone. <br />
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Another Factor in Claire's sabotaged breastfeeding is the schedule! Hospitals often tell people that baby needs to eat every 2-3 hours and to change the diaper before, When a baby wants to nurse that's the time to feed them, when baby starts rooting and looking for that nipple that is when they should get, it.. if baby is made to wait in order to get a diaper change or meet a schedule then baby will start crying and by then you have waited too long! Baby Can potentially become hysterical and not want to latch on. The diaper change can wait. <br />
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If you feed baby on demand and put baby at breast often, chances are you will be successful. Also wait as much as possible before pumping, the first 6 weeks are crucial in establishing milk supply, if you have to go back to work and there is any way that you can prolong your leave please do so.. After your milk has been established then pump and keep in mind that the ounces on the bottle are not indicative of the ounces baby is actually eating, if you are worried about baby eating enough seek some help. Also remember before your milk comes in the baby's tummy is smaller than a marble so they don't need much.. the colostrum you are making will be perfect even half an ounce of formula is too much for them! <br />
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Most important ASK for Help! <br />
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You can find a lot of support online<br />
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<a href="http://kellymom.com/">kellymom.com</a><br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/TheLeakyBoob">The Leaky Boob</a><br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/TheLeakyBoob#!/BestForBabes">Best for Babes</a><br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/TheLeakyBoob#!/InstinctualMamas">Instinctual Mamas</a><br />
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You can even contact me! I am no expert but if you want me to help in any way I can or look for some resources for you I will gladly do so. <br />
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You are not alone in this! You can do it! It gets easier! <br />
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A successful breastfeeding momma (the second time around!)Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-33923110090087363922011-04-21T18:14:00.000-07:002011-04-29T15:59:49.431-07:00Why gringos celebrate cinco de Mayo.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGr2k4Ryqj4UebLwRg_5H2q7jJGZvKPSRMiLpCoHQd5J3SzqgMFVEr_AzKMMJ__ZV0Jx_YcGTeVVyWCAGWrQD2HXJFBrSnpbVxxqHmjoVSUXpnTvqNwrKFr7Oc9dx_kvSf1FfmbsOVz7k/s1600/cinco%252520de%252520mayo%2525202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGr2k4Ryqj4UebLwRg_5H2q7jJGZvKPSRMiLpCoHQd5J3SzqgMFVEr_AzKMMJ__ZV0Jx_YcGTeVVyWCAGWrQD2HXJFBrSnpbVxxqHmjoVSUXpnTvqNwrKFr7Oc9dx_kvSf1FfmbsOVz7k/s320/cinco%252520de%252520mayo%2525202.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>It's that time of year! Just like on St Patrick's day when everyone is Irish (even though St Patrick wasn't) the fifth of May or Cinco de Mayo.. Everyone's Mexican! People do their best to make something "Mexican" to eat, drink Cuervo and Coronas (cuz we all know that's as Mexican as you can get haha ) and wear huge sombreros.. and If you're a college kid well you do all that in excess of course Woo Drinko de Mayo! <br />
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What a way to celebrate ... wait.. what are we celebrating? Is it..<br />
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Mexican Independence day? Nope<br />
Mexican Revolution? Nope<br />
Mexican flag day? Nope<br />
Mexicans day? ha ha.<br />
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Let me tell you why gringos celebrate 5 de Mayo, because yes as a Mexican born in the U.S but raised in Mexico I can tell you, Mexicans don't celebrate that day. They Observe it much like Martin Luther king day is observed, kids in schools get a history lesson on what happened that day and the people playing a part in it but there are no parties and no drinking binges. <br />
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It would be safe to say that Cinco de Mayo is an American holiday. La Batalla de Puebla (battle of Puebla) was won that day, the French were to invade Mexico and some say the ultimate motive was to break the union up and help the confederacy during the civil war which was happening at the time in the U.S. Napoleon III was already helping the confederate rebels and well Those Machete carrying indios you could say.. stopped Napoleon from supplying help to the confederates for another year by defeating the french and thus could most likely be a huge reason the civil war ended. Ah Mexicans.. always doing the dirty work! <br />
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And if you didn't know what cinco de Mayo was.. now you know. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So my plan is to rock the boob all throughout this pregnancy thus keeping the insatiable one DD#2 happy .. and rock the double feature on my rack when Kidlet #3 arrives. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now, when I imagined my future as a mom I didn't picture kids attached to me at the chest.. I really didn't I didn't really know what to expect and I certainly did not expect to be nursing 2 but so far that's the plan. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Though this certainly gives one bragging rights I'm not gonna lie and it gets you into the tandem nursing club, {haha I can totally see someone reading that hanging onto that sentence and going SEE I TOLD YOU! these bitches only do this crap for bragging rights (ah hyuch!)} I'm doing this because the chubster isn't near done.. if she were done now I'd be more than happy to get a break from the little suckling but:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. She's not done! She still needs me to comfort herself to sleep, to get her drink on at night, to snack and to occasionally say hey .. you still there? Gimme some boobie love if you got a minute. And well.. she's boss! Not like it's like this forever! besides I can use this as guilt tripping ammo in the future.. "what do you mean you want to go to move to another state? BUT I Nursed you for X years!! Why???" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2. In a way I feel like I am maximizing the amount of babying I can give her.. DD#1 had a good 4 years of being the center of our universe and poor DD#2 will only get 19 months.. It's the least I can do AND I want her to feel included so I want to baby her along with the baby because well.. she'll still be a baby.. a toddler baby. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3. My goal originally was a year, that went quick.. then I learned the WHO says 2 years and well who am I to argue with the WHO.. haha.. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And well... this decision has needed me to do some research. Ahh the boring part of every blog where the statistics and facts are listed.. but wait don't skip to the bottom I'm not gonna bore you with facts and stats.. I'm gonna answer some questions I had.. that well other people probably do too whether they are looking into tandem/pregnancy nursing or have family members asking about it. I know my mom asked me how in the world the baby would get colostrum... so here it goes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong><u>Is it dangerous? Will it suck you dry? Will it rob fetus of nutrients? Will you miscarry.</u></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The answer is No. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If your pregnancy is relatively normal, and you're eating right, taking care of yourself you should be fine and both babies will still be getting what they need </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Read more about it here <a href="http://www.kellymom.com/nursingtwo/faq/01safety.html">http://www.kellymom.com/nursingtwo/faq/01safety.html</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yes, temporarily for many the supply will decrease, the milk will switch to colostrum at the end of the pregnancy and before your regular super milk comes back. The Milk might change in taste and some babies wont mind though some could.. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No, Your body is wise.. your older baby cannot "use up" all the colostrum and will have no choice but to enjoy it until little brother or sister gets its benefits and your body says to make regular milk. The only thing is older baby might get looser stools while drinking colostrum depending on frequency of nursing but will go back to normal once milk comes in. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Of course! Our bodies are super awesome and they will adjust to the increased demand.. with persistence and practice you'll be a milk factory in no time! :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For more info read here <a href="http://www.kellymom.com/nursingtwo/faq/16milkchanges.html">http://www.kellymom.com/nursingtwo/faq/16milkchanges.html</a></div><br />
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And well.. those were the questions I had to look up so far.. But this is not my only post on the subject.. I am sure I have a lot to learn on the subject and so far so good.. <br />
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My only complaints were in the first couple of weeks Nursing felt like sandpaper on the good ol' nips.. but after a while it went away.. and it is certainly easier to feel touched out nowadays most likely due to hormones and such. <br />
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Stay tuned for more on the subject.. Did you nurse through pregnancy? what was your experience? Any advice for a novice? :)Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6073650201646308060.post-56134414640436606182011-04-15T21:08:00.000-07:002011-04-15T21:08:04.896-07:00You know what really Grinds my Gears?Ever Watch the episode of family guy where they give Peter a spot on the local news telling people what pisses him off? Yeah... this is something similar. ... enjoy my rant.. or laugh at/with it..or not.. <br />
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</div><div align="left"><strong><u>The word Hypocrisy</u></strong>, I bet you a hypocrite came up with that one, you know the saying "it takes one to know one"? <br />
<strong><u>Hypocrisy is an unconscious self-contradiction: a state of incongruence between one's professed beliefs and feelings and one's actual beliefs and feelings, or an application of a criticism to others that one does not apply to oneself.</u></strong><br />
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See <strong><u>an unconscious self-contradiction</u></strong> well we all do those, thought we do them unconsciously so we don't even realize it, it takes some righteous a-hole to point this out to you for you to realize. <br />
Take for instance the dieter who announces to the world they are better than you because they're eating a salad.. but unknown to them the dressing has a million calories, until someone points it out..Boo!!!!<br />
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<strong><u>A state of incongruence between one's professed beliefs and feelings and one's actual beliefs and feelings</u></strong>, kinda like cloth diapering if you're a fluff addict like me, you probably rant and rave about how awesome they are but you might whine everytime you have to change a poopie diaper. <br />
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See we're all hypocrites in one way or another.. but the most dreaded kind.. the kind that grinds my gears:<br />
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<strong><u>An application of a criticism to others that one does not apply to oneself.</u></strong><br />
<strong><u></u></strong></div><div align="left">(Insert your example here) We all know someone, some group, some example of this.. I wont make one because I'd offend a bunch of people lol.. I'd rather not. But yeah.. if you fit here you grind my gears!</div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="left">You know, with age I have become more and more cynical when it comes to politics I'm neither right nor left blue nor red. I'm a third party voter I am sick and tired of the never ending conservative vs liberal merry go round that gets us nowhere! I blame both equally! They both sicken me, they both don't get anything done! It seemed like yesterday it was 2008 and the country was all about "hope" now that hope has turned to blame. The thought of 2012 and a new election year churns my stomach, Can I just fast forward that part and get it over with? I'm tired of people fighting among themselves, whining and complaining, yet voting for the same douche bags. *le sigh! </div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><strong><u>People who make a point to tell you their education in order for you to somehow acknowledge or validate their opinion</u></strong>. When it comes to parenting, I don't care if you're a rocket scientist, the playing field is leveled. Jr high school could be all the education you have and you can be a genius when it comes to parenting and I know plenty of Dr's (pediatricians to be exact) who I feel bad for their kids. I know a couple of moms with older kids who I consider parenting gurus because their children are well rounded educated, amazing human beings. Those are the ones whose advise I want and respect! <br />
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<strong><u>People that tell you how to parent when either A) they don't have kids or B) Their only real experience is a baby</u></strong>. No, babysitting older children doesn't count.. living, inhaling and living with your own kid 24/7 is what counts.. remember kids only mess with their own parents. I don't write about parenting anyone older than 5 because I have no freaking clue! I would just totally make people laugh, or irritated depending on their sense of humor. <br />
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What grinds YOUR gears? If it's me it's ok.. the feeling is mutual.. just kidding I know I grind people's gears sometimes.. no one is exempt from annoying others, we're all annoying roomates in this here earth. So do tell... what grinds your gears? Go for it.. Vent!Tanyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746895467876522658noreply@blogger.com5