Friday, March 2, 2012

itchy legs

I Googled something like "itchy legs," and apparently, many women suffer from my condition.  Especially in the winter, my legs itch, due to shaving infrequently and the cold weather I'm sure.  Yesterday, it just got really irritating - so irritating in fact that I scratched my legs with Scotch Brite.  Thanks to Google, I learned how to make an exfoliator from items I had in my kitchen.  I was planning to wait until tonight to make it, but upon waking this morning, the itch compelled me to go straight to the kitchen (after taking the 2 year old pee) and make it.  I mixed up 1/2 cups of melted coconut oil, 2.5 cups granulated sugar, and 1/4 cup honey.  I then went to the shower and exfoliated my legs for the first time ever, and VOILA - the itch is gone!!!

Since I'm talking about using coconut oil for something other than cooking, I will mention my homemade deodorant, which I have been using for over 5 years now.  I mix about equal parts coconut oil, shea butter (I use AAA Shea Butter), and baking soda.  Don't use it within 30 minutes of shaving your arm pits.  You can adjust the amount of baking soda - less if it irritates your skin and more if you need more "effectiveness."

Ah, the wonders of the internet. 

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Not enough...

...sleep.  I have not been getting enough sleep while Ryan has been on leave.  I can argue that I have valid reasons, such as studying investing or Catholicism or spending time with my husband.  But really, none of that matters come morning when I feel like I might melt at any moment.  My overwhelming desire is for everyone to just leave me alone so my brain can get some rest.  This, of course, makes me much less efficient at my usual daily tasks, including parenting.  It takes so much more effort to teach my children than to sit on the couch and hope for the best.  They need me to teach them - how to clean up after themselves, how to resolve disputes, how to care for their things, how to play quietly during mass.  Oh, and they like to be read to, played with, taken on bike rides.  It's hard, in the Information Age, not to have my brain on INPUT 24 hours a day, or at least 18.  I need to be in bed for 9 hours to get enough sleep, since I have a nursing toddler.  The reason Ryan's first deployment went smoothly for us was because I put myself to bed at a reasonable time each night, so I was able to optimally function during the day.  I was highly motivated since there was no one coming home at the end of the day to bail me out.

As much as I love to learn, I can't learn instead of sleep.  No one can, especially those of us who care for small children 24/7.  Tonight, I will go to bed at my bed time and do better tomorrow.

On a more positive note, we just had a great mini-vacation to Great Wolf Lodge.  My kids are old enough that they are easy to travel short distances with - my limit is 3 hours from home for no more than 3 nights.  It's fun for all of us, FINALLY!  (Quick!  I'm going to get more vacations planned for the coming months before we have an addition - hopefully - that is not so portable.)  They both enjoy swimming, but Gabe is the one who really loves Great Wolf Lodge, and thanks to the homeschool discount, it's a cheap vacation.  We also spent half a day at Colonial Williamsburg, which was for Ryan and me, not so much for the kids.  They are able to be patient and do adult-oriented things, too, but not for more than half a day at a time.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

How to Fail at Parenting

Gabe has a really annoying habit of ramming his butt into Susanna.  She doesn't like it.  It kind of makes me laugh and cry at the same time.

Gabe also has a sensitivity to noises.  The smoke alarm went off today and put him into hysterics.  Susanna just stood there.

I told him that it was the butt alarm and it would happen every time he put his butt on someone.

Shortly thereafter, he ran screaming to me on the couch, chased by Daddy loudly saying, "Beep!  Beep!  Beep!"

Repeat times about 5 in 10 minutes.  Butt ramming behavior drastically increased.

Next tactic: withhold cookies.  Ryan said that Gabe can't have any cookies tomorrow if he rams anyone with his butt tonight.

Gabe is 4.  The consequence is unrelated to the action.  Not helpful.

Perhaps if I start to cry he will keep his butt to himself?

Or maybe I should show him The Bum Bum Song?


Friday, February 17, 2012

Engineering, Bottle-feeding, Breastfeeding, Feminism, and Family

Like my title?  I just went to the 3-day LATCH conference to learn lots of great things related to breastfeeding.  Ryan stayed home with the kids.  It was fun to switch roles for a few days, but I'm so thankful that me being outside the home all day is the exception rather than the norm.

I listened to a fascinating lecture about bottle-feeding by Karen Gromada this morning.  It is the reality that most babies will be bottle-fed at some point - for supplementation in the early days, when the mother returns to work, or simply because the mother chooses to feed by bottle.  Until this morning, I was not as knowledgeable as I should have been about proper bottle-feeding, since you know, I do help moms with that.  My babies never received any bottles because 1) they were born healthy, 2) I had good support for breastfeeding, 3) I've never had an emergency necessitating bottle-feeding, and 4) I've never chosen to be separated from my infants for longer than they could go between feedings.  In fact, I'd been counseling moms for a couple years before I ever even used a breast pump.  Needless to say, I was quite happy to learn more.

One thing I did know - as does everyone who specializes in breastfeeding - is that most babies are fed way too much and way too quickly by bottle.  It is solving this problem that is the problem.  Karen did a really cool experiment to determine the optimal flow rate of a bottle nipple, and then tested the flow rates of several different bottle nipples.  She found - not surprisingly - that most nipples were way too fast and just a couple were too slow.  She also showed some great videos of babies displaying distress cues while feeding from a too-fast nipple.  She said that this is an issue for ALL babies, even if they are formula fed, because babies are being over-fed.  Since they are being over-fed and not able to control the flow rate themselves, they are more at risk for obesity.  The first important thing to do - which all the breastfeeding people know - is to feed the baby in an upright position and lean him forward every once in a while to stop the flow.  We call that paced bottle-feeding sometimes.  However, if the flow rate is too fast, it will still overwhelm the baby, even with this technique.  There is no industry standard for flow rate among bottle nipple manufacturers.  It's great that Karen and her colleague did all the work to find out which bottle nipples are appropriate, but since manufacturers are constantly changing things, that information quickly becomes obsolete.

After her lecture, I asked Karen if she had access to the manufacturers specifications for the nipple designs.  She doesn't, but I said that I will try and get a hold of them and figure out the ideal design for a bottle nipple.  Ta-da!  Lactation meets engineering.  This will be fun, assuming I can get those specs.  I can't make the patent website work to look at the patents - something about the software not being available - so I will have to do some digging.  Let me know if you have any ideas.

Fascinating, huh?

Another lecture I listened to was on feminism and breastfeeding.  Here, I'm just talking about my own opinion.  I did take some electives in college on topics that included some history on feminism but I'm no expert.  We have feminism to thank for some huge things, like voting, obviously.

However, feminism has had another effect, which may or may not have ever been anyone'e intention, I don't really know.  Girls today are raised with very little explicit teaching on mothering and very few opportunities to observe mothering.  I certainly never thought about being a mom before I got engaged.  I went to school to get into college to get the skills I needed for a career that would make me a good living.  I didn't think about combining motherhood and career.  I just assumed I'd have a career...and I guess I assumed I would not be a mother.

Honoring motherhood is not part of our culture.  Women assume they can go from never even seeing a baby nursing to caring for a newborn full time and alone.  We cannot learn mothering overnight.

I really should say that honoring parenthood is not part of our culture, because dads are equally clueless, but they are less affected, biologically speaking.

Somewhere along the way to equal rights and equal opportunities for women, we have consented to sameness.  We have almost deleted our female selves.  Because we know that we cannot - cannot - run a Fortune 500 company 70 hours a week and actually be present - literally as in have bodily presence - with our babies.  We can't mother - nurture, nourish - our babies if we aren't there.

So, we kind of pretend we aren't female.  Or aren't mammals.  Or something.  And girls today are not being taught to value mothering and to choose their career path with that in mind.  And boys, too, boys should be taught about parenthood, to be taught to provide for their families.

Ryan and I are teaching our children to value parenthood in general, and to value mothers being physically with their babies specifically.  That's not hard to do - it's in our nature.  It's interesting to see how our children play when they pretend to be married.  Our children are learning that fathers work to provide for their families and mothers manage the care of the children and home.  Oh, and the cleaning ladies clean the toilets.  It's also pretty ingrained in them that dads are pilots and moms help other moms nurse their babies, but they'll broaden their horizons eventually.

One major thing that really helps in our home is that I have taken the active leadership role in running our household.  That is one thing mothers can do really well - be the leaders and keepers of their homes by finding a good rhythm for everyone, and communicating that to dad so he knows what to do when he is home.  I'm certainly the CEO at my house.  I think this helps our kids learn to be leaders, too, which our world so desperately needs.

Instead of a feminist, I'd like to be a family-ist - focusing on the needs of my whole family and valuing mothering as the thing that makes the world go round.


 



      

Monday, February 13, 2012

unitive and procreative

Disclaimer: I'm going to talk about sex, .

I think that our society as a whole has divorced the unitive aspect of sex from the procreative aspect, and replaced it with something else entirely: something you do just for fun.  The current political situation with the HHS mandate makes that pretty clear.  I'm not judging how other people live their lives.  That is not really any of my business, but if I were an employer who purchased health insurance for my employees, it would become my business right about now.  In a free country, people are not forced to participate in or pay for things that they believe to be wrong.

I'm not writing this to write about politics.  I'm actually writing about my marriage and family.  I'm writing about it because I think many people feel that they must use contraceptives and/or sterilization because that's just the way everyone does it.  Messing with your reproductive system, especially with synthetic hormones, can cause some undesirable and sometimes dangerous side effects.  Not to mention the fact that many health problems that are "treated" with hormonal contraceptives could be otherwise treated if the underlying cause could be found through charting and working with a physician knowledgeable about Natural Family Planning.

The purpose of sex in my marriage is both unitive and procreative.  We always planned to have children.  I don't know when we will "be done" having children or how many I want.  I don't even think that's a decision I necessarily have control over.  However, that does not mean that I get pregnant every time I have sex - obviously.  It's also important to me to space my children so that each baby gets nourished optimally at the breast prior to my next pregnancy.

In my marriage, the unitive aspect of sex doesn't really ever happen without at least thinking about the procreative aspect.  When my children get old enough to learn about sex, we will teach them that sex is about both unity and procreation.  And it's not something you should be embarrassed to talk about.

I think that when the procreative aspect of sex gets removed via contraception or sterilization, something more than just procreation is lost.

That was a conviction that I came to on my own, years ago, before I ever knew I would become Catholic.  I wasn't even really religious at the time.

As I mentioned in my previous post about my miscarriage, I have been practicing Natural Family Planning since we got married.  I think that everyone should know about it and consider it as an option for their marriage - before they are married!  There are many resources out there for learning.  I learned the sympto-thermal method through the Couple to Couple League.  I am excited to learn the Marquette Model of NFP sometime soon because I think it will be easier to use postpartum since it just measures hormones.  I hear the Creighton Method is great if you are dealing with certain issues.  Taking Charge of Your Fertility is a book that I see recommended a lot.

It will be interesting to see how my children view sex, as they grow up in a family that teaches that it is both unitive and procreative.


Sunday, February 12, 2012

miscarriage

One week ago, I was wrangling my wiggly toddler during mass and was so excited to be slightly nauseous, since it was because I was newly pregnant.  Today, I was still bleeding from a miscarriage, although I still had the joy of wrangling my wiggly Susanna.  Having a miscarriage made the children that I have seem so much more precious, and so much more like miracles.

Having a miscarriage also made me feel more human, more imperfect.  At this point in my life, I have known women who have experienced infertility, had first trimester miscarriages, second trimester miscarriages, stillbirths, ectopic pregnancies, molar pregnancies, premature births, babies born with health problems, babies who couldn't nurse, and so on.  Especially for women who spend the majority of their childbearing years bearing children, what are the odds that one mother would never experience any losses or complications?  I remember telling a friend a few months ago that it's probably my turn to have a miscarriage.

After all, I have been married 6 years and have had 2 perfect babies who were both conceived on the first cycle trying.  I had uncomplicated pregnancies and births and no problems breastfeeding.  I managed to avoid pregnancy all the other cycles using natural family planning/fertility awareness.  Then I got pregnant a 3rd time on the first cycle trying, and finally, my reproductive system didn't work perfectly when that pregnancy ended in an early miscarriage.

I'm so thankful that women today talk about miscarriage and that I know how common it is.  I don't feel alone, or like my body failed me.  I feel like something pretty normal, although disappointing, has happened to me.  I know it is likely to happen again at some point, since I plan to keep having children for many years to come.

When I told my kids that we have a baby in my belly, I told them that sometimes babies go back to heaven before they are born.  Maybe I knew then that my 3rd blessing wouldn't stay long.  But it was still a blessing that I am thankful for.


Saturday, February 11, 2012

The Family Room - updated!

Our current house has one more room than our previous house, a second living room.  It was bare for a while.  Now it is complete!  I love it.  I had the good luck to acquire a computer armoire and a love seat from a friend to compliment our CedarWorks play-set.  I can't ever take pictures of anything around the house without my family jumping into them, so please excuse the preschoolers and husband dashing in and out of the pics.  I'm not the best photographer and I don't have a fancy camera, but you get the idea.  I'm also super excited about my dining room table, that is currently being built and should be here in early April.




Here is a before pic of what it most recently looked like. 

Just for fun, I have documentation of Gabriel's first written sentence!  It first said, "MAKMEOR," which he did all on his own.  Then I wrote what he meant and he copied it.


He was referring to math problems, see below.



Gabe's most recent woodworking project, designed and built by him.
And just for more fun, here are some recent pics I took at our neighborhood park.




















I think it's really cool that oak leaves stay on their branches until spring.  I learned that from a story I read to Gabe from our Enki curriculum.