What I Love About My One-Year-Old

While I was watching the baby sleep this morning, hands up by his head, I realized that I am going to forget these moments.  Sure, I’ll remember a few bits and pieces, but many of these take-my-breath-away snapshots will be lost in the archives of my mind.  I’d love to be one of those moms who can tell you what her kid did when he was exactly five hundred and two days old, but I’m not.  I like to think that it’s because I enjoy them for the people they are now instead of who they were, but who knows!  Anyway, it’s another reason I’m thankful that I have this blog and fabulous photographer friends who take gorgeous pictures of my family.

Enjoy these photos, taken by Karen Orozco of Portraits and Paws Photography, along with some cherished moments I want to remember about my baby.

Dearest Milo, here are the things I love about you right now:

I love the way you sleep, with your arms flailed out above your head and your legs spread wide at the hips.  You take up a large amount of bed space!  You still smile in your sleep, fleeting little half-smiles that are easy to miss when we’re not paying attention.  You also love to push your dad in the middle of the night, which I find endearing and he does not.

I love the tops of your feet.  They’re plump and adorable.  They pad around the house at a super-fast speed, forcing us to actually work at catching you when you want to get away.  I love the tiny curls forming in the back of your hair.  They are small and perfect and beautiful.  Your giant hands are so adorable, especially when they’re reaching for my face or stroking my arm.

When I tell you no, you scrunch up your face, put your head on the floor and your butt in the air.  It’s adorable.  Sometimes you do that just for fun…then it’s even more adorable.  I love the way you run with one arm in front and one arm pulled out behind.  You point at what you want, sometimes grunting also.  My sweet little barbarian.

When you smile, it’s with your whole face.  Your duck face knocks my socks off.  Could you be any cuter?  You sign with both hands and your face.  Nurse is “nur, nur, nur”.  You’ve discovered that saying “ma-ma-ma” results in big bubbles coming out of your mouth.  Communication is getting clearer, even though you don’t use many words yet.  You’ve realized I usually understand when you point.

Duck Face

I have a lot of fun with you, sweet boy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your Baby is Potty Trained?

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Sort of, but not really.  I get this question a lot when someone new notices me “peeing” my baby, or when the subject of why he’s naked so much comes up (generally, the only time he’s clothed is if we’re out of the house, and even then they still sometimes come off!).  I, personally, think of it more like mommy-trained than potty-trained, but that’s just me.  :)

We practice EC (Elimination Communication), which is basically an understanding that babies are born knowing when they have to eliminate and that they give the parent (or other caregiver) cues to let them know when it’s “time”.  Sounds weird and practically impossible, right?  That’s what I thought too!   I remember reading an article in Brain, Child magazine called “To Catch a Pee”, and thinking it was really gross that the author sometimes took her baby pee in a sink.  Then I watched two of my friends utilize the practice.  When I started using EC with my now 3 year-old,  it all made sense.  If you want to read more in-depth about the hows and whys, there are many great resources out there, such as the Diaper Free Baby community.

Big brother gets in on the pottying. M is 8 months old here.

When L and B were little, they spent a lot of time naked.  This had more to do with my laziness than their body functions.  I did notice, though, that they seemed acutely aware of when they were going.  They had a tendency to wait until the diaper was off to go…I just assumed it was because they didn’t like wearing wet/soiled things or because it was fascinating to watch this stuff come out of them.  They both “potty-trained” themselves around 2 -3.  I kept a potty available for them, but didn’t work at making them go.  Instead, I kept them naked or in just underwear, spent a lot of time outside during nice weather, and talked to them about what they were doing when they eliminated.  (Lots of “Oh!  You peed.  Pee-pee!”)

Fast forward several years, and I watched my friends utilize EC with their little ones.  I found it fascinating, but thought it was also time-consuming and a bit weird.  While I got the concept, sort of, it seemed like a lot of work.  Then, I got pregnant with C and read the book, “Diaper Free” by Ingrid Bauer.  M and I decided we’d give it a try, just to see what happened.  We thought of it more like an experiment.  Surely it wasn’t that easy, right?  Babies didn’t really respond to that!

One day, about six weeks or so after C was born, I decided I’d give it a go.  I had been trying to pay attention to any signs that he needed to go and noticed that he made a little grunty sound right before he pooped.  I hadn’t yet caught on to a pee “signal”.  Since we used cloth diapers, I could quickly tell whether he’d peed or not just by touching the diaper.  When I knew he was dry but hadn’t gone in a while, I held him over the sink and made a “sss” sound.  He peed!!  I got really excited and yelled at M to come see.  That sounds really dumb, I know, but after talking with other parents who also EC, it seems pretty common for those first few “catches” to feel exciting.  I think it’s just so surprising that it works, as well as a realization that our entire thought process about how/why/when babies eliminate is wrong.

Everyone has their own “style” when it comes to EC, some people use a sound like “sss” or “ZZZ”, others say “pee” and others may grunt or use another nonverbal cue.  Personally, I like the “sss” sound and it’s worked well for us.  The position I use for M is always the same, whether I’m holding him over a toilet, sink or the grass (see picture below).  This seems to be a pretty standard position, making the elimination easy for the baby as well as avoiding getting the waste in a big area.  Because the legs are lifted and the bottom is the lowest point, there is often nothing to actually wipe.  I hold him like this until he’s done…for pee, he’ll usually have an involuntary shudder.  For poop, he usually will stop and get antsy, so I stop and wipe, then try again and repeat until he’s truly done (generally about three times of repeating this).

For us, a relaxed approach to EC has worked best.  We have diapers and we use them, especially when we’re not home.  In my opinion, every time he uses the potty instead of going in his diaper, we’re accomplishing something.  Some days, we do great and others we don’t.  Yesterday, for example, he only used one diaper.  Some days, he’ll go through several.  I try to take him to the potty often when we’re out, but there are times I get busy and forget.  I don’t beat myself up about these times…that’s just the way it is.  I have to admit, though, that even after all this time, I get excited when we’ve had a good day with no accidents and no wet/dirty diapers.  It means we’ve communicated successfully with each other!

The communication/connection aspect of EC is another part I’ve found fascinating.  We all know our babies are capable of communicating with us from birth.  Their cries have meaning and everyone is aware of that.  What is easy to forget (or perhaps just overlook) in our busy lives, is all the nonverbal communication that goes on.  This, for me, is one of the points driven home by practicing EC.  There are times that I think, “M needs to pee!” and sure enough, he goes when I take him.  It becomes second nature or instinct to recognize, without the external signal, that baby is ready to eliminate.  It’s yet another way to communicate trust and love to our babies….yes, we know *you* know when you need to potty and we react accordingly.  We are listening.  I like this.  Of course, I also forget or get too busy to listen and then have to scoop up a poop-covered baby.  Ah, such is the life! ;)

I don’t think I’ve given any great advice and maybe haven’t even explained what it is we do very well!  Here are some basic tips that may help, but I think the main thing to keep in mind is that it’s a learning process ~ especially for us parents ~ and don’t be too hard on yourself or caught up in doing it “right” every time.  We live in a fast-paced, non-baby-friendly society…which does not make practicing EC (or many facets of parenting, really) on a regular basis very easy.

1.  Read the book and ask friends/acquaintances who’ve practiced EC.  Ingrid’s book is thorough and a great jumping-off point.  She explains the theory behind it, basic steps and also some stories from parents.  It’s an easy, quick read.  Asking parents you know is another great way to get some information.  Many of us love to talk about it, because it’s fascinating and really does work!

2.  Gather supplies.  There aren’t really any supplies you *need* to have on-hand, but some things do make it easier.  If you plan to start early on, invest in some pull on pants instead of one piece sleepers.  The sleepers are harder to get babies in and out of, something that’s essential when you’re taking them potty as opposed to just changing them.  Something to use as a potty is nice to have, for night-time, car rides, or any time you don’t want to have to run to the bathroom.  Most stores now have plastic infant potties available, but a stainless steel bowl or whatever similar you have on hand will work just fine, too.  We have two potties that rotate spots.  I like keeping one in the living room to encourage M to use it on his own (with the unfortunate side effect that C thinks it’s fun to use also).  The other one floats from the car (for visiting friends or when it’s not appropriate to just go on the ground) to the bedroom (for night-time, although I usually just get up and take him to the sink in the bathroom).  That’s pretty much it.

3.  Give it a try.  If you haven’t yet caught on to baby’s “signal”, you can start out by guessing or you can let baby be naked for a while and then try.  One of M’s signals that I caught on to early was squirming at the breast.  If he obviously wanted to nurse but kept popping off or wouldn’t settle there, I would pee him and then he’d be fine.  It was one of the first signals I recognized.  Sometimes night-time is an easier place to start, as they aren’t doing anything else and it is glaringly obvious…they’re fast asleep and then start wiggling about, bunching up or just wake up altogether.  Most likely, there’s a need to pee.  It may take a few tries to actually “catch” a pee/poop, but eventually you will and then you’ll be hooked!  Another option is to try to pee baby while he/she nurses.  I did this with C in the beginning of our EC journey, while I was getting the hang of it.  If baby is not yet holding up his own head, you may feel safer just pulling up his legs while he’s nursing or in that position, as opposed to the sitting style.

4.  Be prepared to get peed on.  A lot.  Even parents who use more common methods still get peed on.  It’s just a part of parenting.  How much you get peed on will probably depend on how diligent you are with paying attention, especially in the early days.  Other factors that can throw off the potty schedule are illness, teething, extra stimulus, new environments, etc.  Again, because I am lazy, I probably get peed on more than most.  I figure it’s just as easy to change my pants as it is to change a diaper, plus I’ve noticed that there’s an immediate reaction when no diaper is there to catch the waste.  It’s almost like an, “Oops!  Wrong place to pee!”

5.  Consider using sign language with baby.  I recommend this useful parenting tool whether you EC or not, but it seems (to me) to help amplify the ability to communicate with baby early on.  C talked quite early, so he could tell us plainly when he needed to go or had just gone.  M is not as verbal yet, he seems to prefer grunts and single syllables.  Having the sign language has allowed him another form of telling us his needs.  In this way, even later talkers can give you an external, visible signal that they need to eliminate.  If nothing else, it certainly doesn’t hurt and takes no extra time to make the hand gesture while saying “pee-pee”.  We use the ASL (American Sign Language) sign for “toilet” for both pees and poops, shown below.

My Smart Hands “Potty”

6.  Know the drawbacks.  There aren’t many drawbacks to EC, but there is a big one…you can’t go back.  Once you see and know that your baby is capable of communicating her need to eliminate, has sphincter control from birth, etc., you can’t UNsee or UNknow it.  You will always be aware of it.  You may get busy and overlook a signal, need to put your child in a daycare where they think you are nuts for EC, or any other myriad of things, but you will always have that knowledge.  You might then feel some guilt if you, for any of the reasons mentioned previously, need to stop EC’ing.  There are times, like when I’m sick or just really, really tired, that I know M needs to potty and I don’t do it.  I recognize that this is not fair to him while also acknowledging that I just won’t catch every time…and that is okay.  Know that going into it and give yourself the grace when it does happen.

Should you find yourself with a particularly strong-willed child, also know that he may utilize his urine as a defiant tool.  Both my close friend and I have been blessed with incredibly intense, strong-willed children who have intentionally peed in places or on things as an act of defiance.  Yes, this may happen with any child, but it feels more definite (?) when they’ve been going potty for quite some time.  I have seen my (then) 2 year-old look at me when I said “no” or otherwise rebuked a behavior/action, then pee while continuing to look at me like “What are you going to do about that, eh?”  They have also used their pee as weapons when other children are bothering them or as threats (“If you don’t let me do xyz, I’m going to pee on this toy.”)  If you overlook the gross factor, it’s actually quite ingenious and somewhat funny.  In any case, be prepared for that possibility.

EC has been a wonderful addition to our parenting knowledge, and I’ve enjoyed having this connection to my two younger babies.  It has completely eliminated any worries over “training”.  It was more like an evolution of me enabling them to go in the “right” place until they were capable of doing that themselves (or rather, C, as M is still in the process of figuring this out).  For those who are considering it, I hope this helps give you a better idea of where to start and what to expect.  It’s quite possibly one of the easiest things we can do for our children.  Good luck and happy pottying! :)

Breastfeeding and Sexuality

I recently read an article on the People blog about Selma Blair nursing in public.  In it, she basically said she was going to feed her baby when he’s hungry and if that bothers you, well, so be it.  When I read that, I thought it pretty much summed up my thoughts, although I *try* to be a little more diplomatic than that most of the time.  Usually.  Some of the time.

Then, I read the comments.  Stupid, stupid me.  When my friend posted a link to the story, I read her friends comments.  Again, stupid me.  Two of the “arguments” make me want to beat my head against the wall.  Repeatedly.  Here they are:

1.  “I don’t want my husband to see another woman’s breast.”or “My husband saw her breasts!” or anything along those lines.  It always makes me think that there must be husbands/boyfriends/partners out there having a reaction to nursing that goes something like this:

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So, here’s the thing.  My husband sees other women’s breasts (well, if you want to get technical about it, he sees portions of their breasts) all. the. time. and I’m okay with it.  I’m okay with it because my husband does not turn into some sex-obsessed, crazy lunatic unable to control himself when exposed to a breast…especially when there’s a baby attached.  I think we’re all pretty safe from each others husbands, unless they reacted like picture above..in which case, you have bigger problems than exposed breasts to deal with!

Have you ever watched a mother nursing her child?  Sure, as newborns they probably lay there suckling quietly and contentedly, but by the time they reach a few months of age, they may be doing a number of things that distract from the act of nursing itself.  In my own personal experience, they have: mashed various parts of my boobs, flopped a leg or arm around repeatedly, bobbed their heads back and forth (which results in a very stretched out version of my areola and nipple), and more.  Also, my husband doesn’t get all hot and bothered when he sees me nurse our son….and at home, I have a tendency to just flop those babies out, take my sweet time getting them into baby’s mouth and, occasionally, not notice when he’s become distracted and is not actually nursing anymore.  Not once has my husband said to me, “Honey, I love looking at your breasts.  I want to have sex now after watching you nurse.”  In fact, I have tried to get him in the mood as I was nursing a kid to sleep (you know, a little tease of guess what I want to do when this kid is out?  wink, wink) and you know what happened?  He was grossed out!  Because there was a kid attached and that’s just NOT sexy!  Nursing a baby/toddler/kid is a motherly act and most men don’t want to sleep with any version of a mother (okay, they may want to sleep with a mother, but not while she’s mothering!).  Guess what?  My friend sitting there nursing her son is also a mother!  My husband isn’t leering at her breasts, thinking how he wants to bounce his face off them….he’s probably thinking that our son does exactly the same foot wiggle or “nursing gymnastics”.  At some point, we have to decide whether our men are neanderthals or not.  We can’t have it both ways ladies!  Either they have a rational brain with logical thought or they are still beating us over the head with a club and dragging us home.  Which is it?

In case that wasn’t enough of a rant for you, I’d like to point out that I have now nursed four children in public (no, not all at the same time!).  That’s at least seven years, so far, of exposing my breast to countless people.  In that time, I have NEVER seen a man staring at my breast.  NEVER.  In seven years.  The only times I have seen men even glancing sideways at my breasts have been when there was no kid in sight *and* they were completely covered up.  What is the suggestion then?  Cut them off?

What I have encountered, once, was a teenage boy who saw me nursing in Wal-Mart.  He asked his mom about, she was uncomfortable and complained about me.  (Click here to read my FB note about it, which I tweaked a bit and sent to the editor of our local paper)  Which brings me to the second argument….

2.  “I don’t want my teenage boy seeing that” or “I don’t want to explain that to my teenage boy”.  Whuck??  Okay, I’ll admit it, I may be a bit biased in my opinion of this.  I am not now, nor have I ever been, a teenage boy.  I do, however, have numerous male cousins, two younger brothers and three sons…all of whom have seen my breasts.

What I’ve never understood is why it can’t just be explained to the kid what’s happening?  Oh, the shame!  The horror!  That mother is feeding her baby!  With her breast!  Believe it or not, the sight of a mother breastfeeding her baby is not earth-shaking news, nor should it be.  It’s only a big deal because we make it a big deal.

If you find this sight acceptable..

Why not this?

What a tremendous learning opportunity to waste.  What if, instead of shunning the mother, admonishing the boy for looking or the myriad of other negative responses, it was calmly explained that the reason we have breasts are to feed our babies?  How would that change our culture?

Furthermore, if we take the first opportunity our sons give us to teach them about proper infant feeding and turn into something shameful or disgusting, what are we doing to their future children?  What are they going to think when their wives want to nurse their babies?

And, finally, there is one other reason to proudly nurse our children where and when they are hungry, to teach our children (and husbands) that it is normal:  Breasts are for feeding babies!

A Different Kind of Advocate

I’ve been an advocate of all things birth for a long time, but last week I had the realization that a new form of advocacy is taking shape in my life.  I am going to have to be an advocate for my child.  As I wade through the paperwork and enter the “system” to seek help, it is becoming clearer and clearer that I *must* stay on top of things, or risk getting lost (or worse).  I credit this to my friend, who answered my lamenting yesterday with the gentle suggestion that I may need to follow up more than I had realized.

It may seem obvious to some, as what are parents if not advocates for their children?  However, I have lived for some time in a nice bubble of security that several like-minded parents and I have created…where advocacy on behalf of our children is rarely necessary.  We spend a fair amount of time surrounded by people who love our family, who care deeply about what happens to us (and vice versa, of course) and who have a long-standing relationship with us.  This wonderful community we’ve created for ourselves allows me to forget that not everyone feels that way, which in turn leads to surprise when I reach out for help and am not immediately surrounded by comforting words, support and love.

Last week, I made another call to a different avenue of help for our situation, recognizing that although we are seeking an “official” diagnosis for the child, that will take months and we need help now.  I explained a bit of our situation, and my information was taken.  Then, silence….

On Friday, I made yet another call to another avenue.  This time, I was told up-front that there might not be the kind of help I’m seeking at this place.  What the woman was able to do, though, was pass along my information to other parents who had been where I was.  She also exuded compassion, especially when my voice trembled (as it so often does when discussing this).  It’s amazing how far a little compassion will go for someone who’s hurting.

Anyway, these calls and the resulting conversation with my friend helped me to see that, for right now at least, my child needs me (and I need me) to be the best advocate I can be by staying on top of things, making phone calls weekly if need be, finding that needle in the haystack that is right for us.  It also made me think about just how flawed the “system” is, when people are actively seeking help and must really, really work in order to get it.  It reminds me of a story I was told once:

She was home with her very active, very intense toddler during a particularly stressful day.  She felt herself getting to *that point* because she had no partner to turn over the child’s care to, nowhere to leave the child at that moment, no one to help, she did the only thing she could think of…she called the child abuse hotline.  She did the RIGHT thing, made the RIGHT call and what she got when she called was a busy signal.  A busy signal!  She kept calling, frantic to get some kind of support before she blew her top.  She spent several minutes trying to get through for help.  At some point, the absolute lunacy of the situation came to her and she giggled.  The very place that was designed to help was completely inaccessible in the time of need.

And so it goes.  Family seeks help from every avenue they can come up with, but the red tape, the process, takes time.  What about when time is the enemy?  Obviously, our situation is different from the one above, but it doesn’t change the fact that my child is suffering.  We have lost our way.  We need help, NOW.

And still, everywhere we turn, it seems to take forever.  So, although I can not fix our problems alone, I can fight for my child.  I can make phone calls, write letters, emails, whatever it takes.  I can search and search until we find the right fit for us, the help we need.  I can be a different kind of advocate.

 

 

For other posts on this, click here, here and here.

One Year Ago…

My sweet baby joined us earthside.  I can NOT believe it has been one year already, although in many ways, it seems like he’s always been with us….like they all have, really.  It feels strange to have two significant birthdays this year.  My “baby” will become a teenager soon and my youngest will no longer “officially” be a baby.  While all my children’s births have their special memories, these two births stand out as the ones that have had the most impact.  But, that is a post for another time.  Today, I want to reflect on him, his birth and the journey we’ve been on for the last year (well, if you want to get technical, it’s been almost two years).

When I think back on my pregnancy with him, I three words come to mind: fear, uncomfortable and beautiful

Fear:  Sometimes, my husband and I look at him and marvel.  We remember, all too well, how many times we wondered if he would make it here.  We remember the fear of those first couple of months, when it seemed as though he was only tenuously holding on inside me.  Every pain, every not-completely-normal (and some normal) feeling was scrutinized…whether we wanted to or not.  We chose to have not one but two ultrasounds in those early days, fearing the worst and crying with relief when we saw a little bean jumping around on the screen.  I tried so hard to let go of the fear, but it was always there, lurking just below the surface.  The naivety I had in my previous pregnancies had been wiped away and the difference was stark, unavoidable and scary.  There is no safe point anymore.  This has been the undercurrent of my journey with this babe; the knowledge that at any time, any place, he can be gone in a second.

Taking a minute from wedding prep to notice the growing baby bump (11weeks)

Uncomfortable:  This was the most physically demanding pregnancy I’ve had.  My body was tired, always complaining of this or that.  My veins pulsed, my butt hurt, my feet ached.  My nose grew with my belly.  I kept saying to my husband that it was a good thing this was our last child, as I wasn’t sure I could do it again.  I finally was able to understand the women who didn’t enjoy every second of their pregnancies!  I was UNcomfortable, but still I felt….

Beautiful:  I am lucky in this aspect.  It doesn’t matter how big I get (and this last time, I got HUGE!), or how uncomfortable I am, I enjoy being pregnant.  I feel beautiful and lush and womanly.  I feel ethereal and like a goddess.  There is nothing, for me, that compares to the art of growing a baby.  Something happens to us when we are with child, something magical that we just can not help.  It is what draws me to pregnant women and it is what makes me feel so beautiful when I am pregnant myself.  I love it.

When I think back on my labor and his birth, I feel an intense gratitude for the many people who made up my birth team.  I feel a deep sense of she-ra warrior pride in myself.  I feel humbled at the sacred miracle that is birth.

There were times this year that the days seemed long and dark, but remembering feeling his head, breathing him out and looking at him for the first time gave me strength.  I think about climbing up the mountain to meet him and coming back down with him in my arms, and I know that I can do anything.  I am womyn, hear me roar.

*The* moment

His birth was truly phenomenal.  He is truly phenomenal.

Smiling at 3 days old

Those first days, weeks, months were rough.  We spent the first week barely getting out of bed, he and I, just nursing and staying down.  After that, we took our time, moving at a much slower pace than before he came.  We were learning each other, trying to find our way back out of the labyrinth.  I got lost a few times, but he was always there.  On those days when I wondered what was wrong with me, I remembered his birth day and looked at the light in his eyes…they compelled me back.

7 weeks

We’re taking pictures this afternoon for his special day, and I hope to capture the few remaining “baby” features he has left….the fatty tops of his feet, the smiles he gives me, the look when he nurses.  They’re fading so fast now and I just want to hold on to them.

Happy Birth Day my Milo!

Enjoying his last "1st" card from Grandma

Sleeping birthday boy!