6.30.2012

sleepy milk & bedsharing



Nurse to sleep. Nurse through the night. Four, six, eight times. Nurse in the morning. Nurse for a snack. Nurse for a drink. Nurse for lunch. Nurse for a five-course dinner. And then nurse again for desert.

My babies nurse a lot.

Both Austen and River (when he was a baby) nurse to sleep, and nurse through the night. When River was a baby, the opinions of others got to me, and I felt like I should have trained him to sleep through the night. I was told I would regret it when he's older, that I was instilling poor sleep habits, that it was disrespectful of the "marriage bed" (really?), and that it was dangerous. When I was pregnant with my daughter, I thought maybe I would have her sleep in her own bed. But then she arrived and her presence and tiny body next to me those first few nights confirmed that she would be sleeping in our bed after all, and she certainly would be nursing through the night. It feels perfectly natural and needed. I'm not sure why. I love their tiny bodies next to me through the night. I like waking up and hearing their steady breath. I love smelling their milky heads.

Bed-sharing certainly isn't for everyone. Not all parents, and not even all babies, are meant to bed-share. Honestly, I hope I get a baby someday who puts himself to sleep and sleeps in his own bed next to ours. But I guess I just get babies who need to sleep next to me.

Sharing sleep with River was exhausting. He nursed just about every hour and was a wild sleeper. But I knew it was best for us. His personality called for me to nurse him when and where he needed, even if that was in bed, for the fifth time that night, at four o'clock in the morning. I know I wouldn't have been able to do it any other way without a lot of emotional damage and heartache to both of us. The boy loved mama milk.

I got a little luckier with Austen. She is a mama's girl, more so than River (which is saying a lot). I can't leave her for more than two hours at a time, because she wants me, and only me. But she is very routine in the way she feeds and often, won't want to nurse if she's not hungry. After River, this was a wonderful, much-needed break. Often, Austen will be quite happy to fall asleep in her bouncer while listening to the sleepy-music playlist I have created for her, and then when she wakes up in the middle of the night, I will move her to our bed and nurse her back to sleep.

Sometimes I stop nursing her after a while because she gets restless, and she'll cry a bit while I sing her to sleep, until she finally gives in to the lullaby and closes her eyes and rests her head in dreams. But last night, when her belly was full of milk, she stopped nursing and sat up, her wild curls going every which way, and smiled, and then put her head on my stomach. She stayed there for a few minutes, and then scooted up into a snuggle in my arms. With her eyes closed and a distressed little look on her face, she told me how tired she was with soft, high-pitched babbles. "Aaahhh ya ya ya.... aahhhya ya ya..." And that's how she fell asleep.

Austen allows me restful nights. There are nights when she nurses every hour, but there are more nights when she will only wake up twice, and nurse for two or three minutes before falling back to sleep. Nursing through the night is important to us, because I believe a baby knows when they need to breastfeed, even if that's just for comfort. Or perhaps they are going through a growth-spurt, or are getting sick, and needs the extra breast milk. Bed-sharing makes breastfeeding so much easier for us.

As a mother, you have to disregard how other people feel about your decisions, and make the choices that are best for you. If that means your baby sleeps in a crib, then your baby should sleep in a crib. If that means your baby sleeps by your side and nurses twelve times in the night, then do it. Co-sleeping and nursing through the night is not all that bad. I'm surprised when I receive the raised eyebrows and comments, but I don't care anymore. Yes, sometimes it's tiring and sometimes I need a break, and sometimes I don't get one. But I do love it. 

6.29.2012

you are a good mother



Lately, I often have two children literally hanging on my legs. Listen, I am not a touchy person. I half-joke that I like snuggling with my babies until they're a year and a half, and then once they hit about 18 months old, Mommy needs her personal space bubble again. This means I still love snuggles with my daughter, but sometimes I can't get the almost-three-year old pealed off of me and it makes me feel anxious. Sometimes I just want my space. In fact, I can't tell you how often I say, "Mommy needs her SPACE." I also like quiet, and I am often saying "Mommy needs QUIET," as well. Neither one works. Once you're a mom, you might as well say adios to personal space, and quiet, and quiet spaces. Even if I get to take a shower alone, the entire time I hear knocking and a little voice saying, "Mama? I munt to take a jower! Mama, I take a jower, too?"

Being a mom is hard. I didn't realize how hard it was until Austen came around. It's easy to give yourself to one child. One child demands all of you, and that's fairly easy to give. I mean, you may be on the brink of insanity, but it's doable. But when two (or more) children demand all of you, well, that's just impossible. How are you to give all of something to two different demanding, loud, in-your-space, tiny people? I read something once that gave me a little hope. It was that when you find yourself locked in the bathroom, sobbing on the floor, because you've just had enough does not mean you have failed as a mother. Being a mother is hard. That is not failure. That is fact.

And the mommy-guilt. It's bad enough that mothers have to be so emotionally invested in their children (ha), but we are just so damn sappy and compassionate and we love those damn kids so much it literally aches, it aches so deep, that when we are not behaving as our idea of the perfect parent (because our children deserve nothing less) we beat ourselves up, and then the more insane moms (like myself) tend to think god forbid anything should happen to our children (your love, your life, your very heartbeat!) because what you could have, should have done differently will be forever burned in your brain and there won't be anything you can do about it!

 *hyperventilates*

I think it's actually healthy to... well, a couple things. Be honest with yourself. The other day, I told my mom that sometimes River hanging on me is like nails on a chalkboard. That I don't know why I feel like that, and I hate that I feel like that, because I love my little boy with all my heart. But I just get busy and overwhelmed and then he's stuck to me and I just want him off, just go play, please stop saying mommy a million times. I just need a break. (Or, a frickin' break is what I said, I think.) And then after you're honest, take care of it. Recognize the need. Recognize the emotions for what they are. Do something about it.

For me personally, while a break may mean getting away for a bit, sometimes it means spending one-on-one time with River. I think that's the kind of break I'm needing right now. Take a break from anything else that is demanding my attention, so I'm not being pulled in all different directions, and place all my attention on River. Focus in on him. Lie down on the warm sunshine in his room with him and Austen and shut the door. Shut out everything. Read a few books, do some puzzles, color together. Talk quietly. Be silly. Watch his facial expressions and listen to his corny toddler jokes and eat fake, wooden food and tell the same story over and over because it's his favorite. Make everything else wait. Brush off everything else that's overwhelming. Not him. He needs me more than anything else needs me.

Just be. Be present. 

 Here's the thing. Someone told me something like this (I mean, it was in that blog post, so it wasn't directly to me) and I have to tell myself this all the time, and I imagine most mothers deal with mommy guilt at some point or another, so consider this me telling you. Directly. Your child was made specifically for you. Breaking down every now and then doesn't mean you've failed. Being angry or frustrated doesn't mean you're a bad mother. We all have our embarrassing or bad or painful moments as mothers. Wanting to get away from your children every now and then does not make you uncaring or neglectful or selfish. Wanting a little peace and quiet and not being able to get any, that's not something many people can survive. The older I get, the more I feel like a woman and less like a girl, the prouder I am to be a woman. Women are strong. We take a lot of shit. You grew a person. If you are a good mother... deep down, you know it. You know when you do your best, and you know when you don't, and you know what you can realistically change... and that makes you a good mother. 

 Remind yourself of that.

6.16.2012

breastfeeding

Ivory arms, light as feathers, reach.
Small hands, dimpled and delicate, soft as a peach.
Scalloped shapes, my breast, your cheek.
Unmarked by time, fresh, and as a garden rose, pink.

6.15.2012

how are my resolutions going, you ask?



Let me just start off by saying I cannot believe it's in the middle of June. I can't believe it's June, period. So this is the post where I give you an update on my New Year's Resolutions. Ha. Hahaha.


eat well
I'm not eating as well as I could. I gave up refined sugar and dairy for two weeks at the beginning of the year, and then I was all, "Oh hooray, it's my birthday! I can eat whatever I want!" And then my brother and sisters bought me a pack of Oreos, a 6-pack of Dr. Pepper, and a couple boxes of Jr. Mints (only my 3 favorite things in the world.) After that, it was all downhill. I continued to drink Dr. Pepper until February, when I gave it up completely again, and lasted until May, when I caved. Again. But only a few times. I don't plan on drinking another until Thanksgiving. (But you know, things don't always go as planned.) I haven't stayed away from dairy and sugar at all. I'll just come out and say it. I had a doughnut with a tall glass of ice cold milk for breakfast. Suck it, New Year's Resolutions!

start running
I can't believe I've actually done this one! I had my first run in January, and then due to being sick on and off for two months, and then due to laziness, I didn't run again until March. I've been running at least once or twice (or more) a week and I love it. I've been planning on writing a post about running and all that stuff about how if I can run, then anyone can run, and all that. It'll happen.


take a picture every day
Unfortunately, this was out of my control. Our camera is officially out of working order, as of shortly after Easter. I am brokenhearted. I've been taking pictures with my phone, but it's just not the same. I am especially sad because I have been unable to capture Austen's babyhood with a real camera. We have so many beautiful pictures of River as a baby, but hardly any of Austen. I try not to think about it. I may cry.

read
I've been reading more this year than last year, so that counts, in a way. Right now I am reading the Time Traveler's Wife, but I'm stuck in the middle. Flew through those first 150 pages, and then just got stuck. This always happens.


be nice
I could be nicer.

6.12.2012

our new beach

My heart aches for the beach. There is something about looking out and not seeing anything, anything but sea and sky. It's something I need at least once a year. The smell of salt, the spray on your face that splatters your sunglasses, the muted colors, the sun floating like crystals on the surface of the water, the way you can walk for five minutes and look behind you, and it looks as though you've walked for miles. I need it.

The last time we were at the beach was when River was 9 months old. Just a little over two years ago, so it is long over-due. We created so many good memories, just our little family of three. It will probably be a long time until we are able to visit a real beach again, but yesterday we discovered a rocky beach here in Washington that is just nine miles away. The drive there is beautiful; just two miles away from the capitol and you feel like you have driven to another state. Country roads, little houses and churches with chipped paint, antique carriages sitting in front yards. Then you arrive, walk down ridiculously steep steps, quiet and romantic and mysterious, and look up... and the water has simply appeared. There it is. In all its soul-healing beauty. It's not the kind of beach we're used to. The water is freezing and you can't walk on the rocks without shoes and sea doesn't exactly meet the sky, but it does smell like salt and little crabs scuffle across the stones and we are rich in the way of sand dollars, so it'll do. Plus, if you squint, you can see mountains, huge, snow-capped mountains, hundreds of miles away.





6.04.2012

inspired by the southwest



1. Textile design by RK Designs
2. Big Twisted Headband by Leah Goren
3. Two Feathers Hoop Art by lovelittlemuse
4. Santa Fe Sleepwalk Cushion by Lauren and the Lost Boys
5. Bershka skirt, photo by Dominka P. on lookbook.nu
6. Native Notecard Set by HeroDesign Studio


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