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Month: January, 2012

Second Born in the Spotlight

The ratio of photos of Kaki with her Mama and Papa versus photos of Sunny with her Mama and Papa is always going to be immensely unbalanced given Courtland’s place in the family as the second born. We have lots of photos of all four of us, but rarely just the three. I know we’re wearing Santa hats in this series and hey, it’s not in season, but I love that we have this little spread of images of me and James and Courtland (even though she looks shell shocked and less-than-pleased. You can’t win ’em all).

And I swear I’m going to find time to write today’s monthly letter. But in the meantime, an animated gif to mark the occasion.

PHOTOS: Courtesy of Kate Drew Miller

Boh!

Someone turns 5 months old tomorrow and she’s a giggle machine, especially if you say “BOH!” with just the right deep timbre.

I’m pretty obsessed with those two little girls. Okay, A LOT obsessed. Siblings are awesome. And living petri dishes. I can practically see the germs jumping from Sunny’s pre-school paws to Kaki’s baby face.

Eh well, the kid’s gonna have a hearty immune system thanks to her big sister.

Bombay Love Sweater

Thanks to my Grammy, I am a lover of fiber crafts (read: knitting and crocheting). I’ve been going a little batty lately when it comes to knitting projects, and if you follow my Twitter stream, you know that I have four projects started, and yet none of them any where near completion. It remains to be seen if I will actually finish any of them. Given that yarn is so dang expensive, and I’ve been dipping heavily into our bank account to fund these grandiose dreams of chunky knit sweaters, and fishermen toddler dresses, and many a baby sweater, I’m dreaming of a time when I can own a farm complete with a herd of sheep, and thus make my own. I live in the country, after all, isn’t livestock ownership part and parcel? And where are my damn chickens?!

James likes to remind me that keeping a herd of living creatures alive and healthy is ALSO expensive. But, DUDE! Lambies are cuuuute! Worth. It.

ANYWAY! I am pleased to share that I did at least finish two baby sweaters during the holiday break, so at least those yarn purchases are being put to good use. I decided to crochet because if one messes up crocheting, it is far far easier to fix than knitting, and given the chaos of my everyday and the sleep deprivation, I like to give myself lots of room for error. I altered the same pattern, Bombay Love, and created a green sweater for Kaki and a purple one for her soon-to-be partner in crime, her FGM’s baby (due to arrive this May). I kept the sweaters short sleeved so that they could last into spring and even the chillier nights of summer. They are great thrown over a long-sleeved onesie to add a little extra warmth.

I purchased all yarn from an Alpaca Farm in town.

Of course I did.

It is dangerous that such a thing exists a mere 5 minutes from my home, complete with yarn store in the barn. You can see more about Sweet Brook Farm here.

How fabulous are those ceramic buttons? I used the cows for Baby FGP since I’d gone with purple and figured why not totally overdo the reference to our Williams’ roots. (Kaki’s FGPs are a Williams/Williams couple like me and James). For Courtland, I used the sweet sheep button. Honestly, these buttons came from my mother. Apparently she bought them over 20 years ago. Glad to see that they are finally being put to good use! Courtland seems pretty happy about it, too.

You can find more pictures and details about these little sweaters under my Ravelry projects here. It is such a sweet, simple pattern.

Photos: Courtesy of Ashley Weeks Cart

Sleepy Bouncer

Sometimes they are so similar.

And then Courtland downs her weight in oatmeal cereal and screams when you try to hold her in any manner other than facing outward, and I’m reminded just how very different they are.

But the shared experiences are a delight.

Now Playing

I can’t stop listening to slash watching this video. I heart the original by Gotye, but am totally totally smitten with these guys. So clever. Also? So freaking good.

Week 21

Last night Courtland happily put herself to sleep. The keyword here being “happily,” because up until yesterday evening, we had all had to suffer through the screams of an infant if we wanted her to put herself to bed. (So, we’d pace around nervously for 10 minutes or so before caving at the demands of 4 month old and I’d become The Human Pacifier).

But yesterday, I laid her down in the crib, eyes wide open, turned off the lights, and let myself out, preparing for the shrill cries of discontent… and nothing came.

11. Count that, 1-2-3-4… wait a second! That number is far too high. Far too many! But it’s true! 11 hours later, she finally awoke at the heavenly, reasonable hour of 7am. This eternity of sleep left me with boobs as solid as rocks from engorgement, and certain that something either unbelievably magical or terrible had occurred during the night.

I was pleasantly surprised that it was the former.

Sunny, of course, awoke at 6am, because the sisters are already conspiring against their parents and taking turns determining who’s going to give us trouble sleeping.

But, at least there is light on the sleep horizon. Or darkness, as it were. Because who the hell can sleep with any light? Most certainly not moi.

Courtland: 21 weeks
Addison: 31 months

Role Modeling

On Wednesday, I went to pick up Sunny from preschool and noted that she was wearing different pants than the ones I had dropped her off in that morning.

I assumed that they were yet another victim of the potty-training regression that has occurred since she started going to school.

Hey, she sees all her peers pooping their pants, so why shouldn’t she demand that someone still wipe her ass. Many a new pair of underwear has fallen prey to this line of thinking.

I asked Sunny if she’d had an accident and she very matter-of-factly told me, “No.”

One of the teachers chimed in:

This afternoon, I turned around after nap time and Sunny was running around the classroom without any pants on. We asked her where her pants were and she claimed that she’d had an accident. I went to her cubby to get fresh pants, but when I picked up her old ones, they were bone dry. I didn’t want to contradict her, so I put the new pants on, assuming that she simply wanted to wear different pants.

<Sigh>

If only that were the reasoning.

“No, no,” I explained, “She just didn’t want to be wearing pants. Period. This is an ongoing battle at home. She’s lied to me on more than one occasion, crying wolf about an accident to explain why she has removed her below-the-waist attire.”

But I didn’t stop there. Oh no, my horrible inability to act with grace and restraint kept my thought process steaming ahead and I found myself saying: “I blame myself. I’m really not the best role model on this front.”

<Awkward pause>

<Blink blink>

<The raising of heads (and eyebrows) from every parent in the classroom>

<Uncomfortable laughter>

I continued, at this point trying to explain why pants-wearing role modeling might be an issue for a grown woman:

You know, because I’ve been on maternity leave and all. And who has time for pants with a new baby in the house? AM I RIGHT? HA HA! Fortunately, I’m back to work! So *fingers crossed* you’ll see improvement from her on this front.

I finished shoving Sunny’s lunch into her bag and scrambled away before anyone could question me further.

GUYS! I’VE BEEN FOUND OUT! IN REAL LIFE!

I suppose I should just circulate a memo to the entire staff and parent community with a link to this blog. That will avoid any further surprise when it comes to my child’s behavior.

Also, I’m blaming my mother. And she can then pass along blame to her mother, the root of this Weeks Women propensity to operate sans culottes.

Good news? I’m winning on some role modeling fronts. Take a peek at this video. James caught Addison rocking out in the middle of the living room, demonstrating a well-skilled and confident “finger dance.” Also? She’s not really wearing pants. But at least we’d convinced her that tights were okay. Double win! Kind of!

Speaking of…

Here’s one of my most favorite expecting Mamas in the whole entire Universe.

She doubles as Kaki’s Fairy Godmother. She’s a knitting, baking, sewing, cocktail-mixing extraordinaire. Like my own Martha Stewart.

I’m keeping her, too.

Photos: Courtesy of Kate Drew Miller Photography

Oh the noise noise noise noise!

Coming off a holiday season when I watched The Grinch Stole Christmas at least 100 times, the title of the post feels just perfect. Thank you, Dr. Seuss and obsessive 2 year old.

I’ve entered an exciting stage of my life where a number of my near and dear friends are pregnant, trying to conceive, or newly minted Mamas. It is such a joyous thing to be able to share those common experiences with them, because with Sunny I felt very much alone and isolated during my pregnancy and early motherhood (thus why I originally started writing this blog!). This time around, I’ve got some women right in the bodily-fluid-filled trenches with me. And that’s awesome. Truly awesome.

On the other hand, I have come to realize that in many ways I was fortunate to blaze the maternity trail for my peer group. That while I may have felt a tad lonely and at a loss for whom to consult with about my maternity-related worries and thoughts, I also didn’t have to make sense of all the noise, noise, noise, noise! That’s what I think of it as. “It” being the bazillions of opinions, studies, judgments, choices, etc. that are attached to pregnancy, childbirth and motherhood. I went through both my pregnancies without that noise and confusion of how different people were handling their respective pregnancies, births, etc. Because while in many ways pregnancy, maternity and motherhood are universal experiences, they are also terribly personal experiences. A confusing and complicated mix of realities.

And while The Interwebs is always a ripe place for conflicting opinions and worm holes of maternity related musings regardless of their presence (or lack thereof) IRL, I made a very conscious choice to avoid that noise. To steer clear of pregnancy discussion boards and anonymous, virtual voices.

In some respects, I had the luxury of going through two pregnancies without anyone telling me how they’d done it, how I should do it, what I shouldn’t do, what I could do, so on and so forth. I buckled down. Did my own research. Reached out to a doula with a ridiculous amount of experience, and worked very closely with her to figure out how I felt about all the myriad of choices available to me as a pregnant woman and soon-to-be Mama. I got to make my decisions about all those matters without the noise of fellow peers going through the experience. And while at times I craved that noise and firsthand experience, I also see now that I was in a lovely position to operate without anyone making me doubt or feel insecure about the decisions I was making as related to my baby, my body, my birth plan, my pregnancy, etc.

I have friends now calling, texting, emailing and asking a slew of questions related to all things Mommy and I feel so touched that they are comfortable reaching out to me, but I’m always conflicted in responding, not because I don’t want to share, but because I don’t want the way I did it or my own opinions to make them at all doubt their own instincts, gut-reactions or choices. Just because I was comfortable eating a tuna fish sandwich while pregnant, does not mean that you will share that comfort. Just because I didn’t want to use an epidural, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t. Just because I used that midwife, or that hospital, or that doula, doesn’t mean that you should want the same things. Everyone has different comfort levels. Different threshholds. Different ways of drawing their own conclusions.

And so, I guess all this rambling is to say that if I WERE to offer overarching advice to a pregnant woman, it would be these three things:

1. Do your research. Don’t just rely on what your doctor or midwife has to say. Do your homework and make your own informed decisions. Take ownership and control of this experience, because it is yours. Don’t let anyone make you feel like it is otherwise. Ultimately, it is your body and your baby. You get the final say. Not the doctors. Not your partner. Not the hospital. Not your family. YOU!

2. Trust your instincts. Trust your gut. After doing all of the research and homework, then go with your gut. What are you feeling most comfortable with? What resonates with you? Go with that. Trust that. My gut said, “Everything in moderation,” so I was comfortable having a cup of coffee or eating a bite of unpasteurized cheese. I know that that is not how everyone feels, so go with what you feel. What you think. Again, it’s your body. Your baby. Your decision. Just make sure it is informed.

3. And finally, work with a doula. Work with a doula. Work with a doula. Period. The end. (More info about how to find and hire a doula here).

Story to back up point 3: One of the first words out of James’ mouth after Addison was born was, no joke, “Tracy (our doula) was the best money I have ever spent. Ever.” This coming from the partner of the woman in labor. Not only did I benefit from her knowledge and experience, James very tangibly felt the significance of her role and place in our birth experience. I cannot stress how integral having a doula as a part of my maternity experience was. She was a life changer. And made me think about birth, pregnancy, my body, my baby, the whole process, in a really pointed, educated and thoughtful capacity that would have been lost had I just relied on my OB.

So enough of the rah rah doula promotion. At the end of the day, the female body knows how to handle pregnancy. Knows how to handle childbirth. Of course there are exceptions. But on the whole, trust your body to do what it was built to do.

Oh, and advice number 4: Do your kegels. For the hatred of postpartum incontinence, DO YOUR KEGELS!

And friends, don’t stop asking questions! I love it. It’s exactly what you should be doing. Just know that I’ll never be offended or surprised if you choose to do something 180 degrees different from what I did. I’m just one sound in all that noise noise noise noise! Find your voice within it.

Fellow Mamas, what would your pearls of wisdom be? I would love hearing your go-to advice for expecting or new moms!

Tine.

This woman is my other half at work. She’s the Queen of efficiency and overshares. Not surprisingly, we are kindred spirits.

Also? My children think she walks on water. And the feeling seems to be mutual. So we’ll keep her.

Photos: Courtesy of Kate Drew Miller Photography