Before I became a mom, I had no inkling just how controversial every single aspect of child rearing could be. I got my first glimpse of it while I was pregnant with RT. I was a member of several pregnancy forums, and I began seeing women argue viciously over hot-button topics such as natural vs. medicated births, diet and exercise, and supplements. Once the little ones were born, still more polarizing disputes emerged. New mothers were attacking one another over decisions like co-sleeping, crying it out (CIO), vaccination schedules, breastfeeding vs. formula feeding, and staying at home vs. working. I was appalled that these women, who had come together to support one another during a universally stressful time, would turn on each other so suddenly and violently. This was my introduction to the “Mommy Wars.” […]
With so much going on in my life, sometimes it’s extra difficult to find time to do the things I need to in order to stay healthy. At the end of a long day, it’s just so much faster and easier to make Mac & Cheese or a microwavable meal for dinner than it is […]
Despite doing my best to follow my daily yoga practice while I was pregnant, I put on a lot more weight than I had expected to during those nine months. Seven weeks after giving birth, I had not been medically cleared to begin exercising again quite yet. This adds up to a very different body than I have grown accustomed to over my lifetime.
My skin is riddled with stretch marks, and loose around my midriff. My weight is a drastic change from before birth, but significantly more than it was pre-pregnancy. My body moves differently. It’s uncomfortable, physically and mentally.
So, when my friend Alana at AG Photography asked me to participate in a body-positive photo shoot she was conducting for a book, I had mixed feelings. The book is called Strength Through Adversity and it focuses on how societal standards can warp our perception of self. […]
It’s that time of year again. The leaves are changing color, the weather is getting colder, the holidays are coming, and I am knitting like crazy. I’m starting to work on holiday gifts for family and friends, but also using quite a bit of my limited time to create new designs. As I’ve mentioned before in a previous post, I’m hoping to publish a book of designs, but I’m having trouble creating enough in a single category to make a coherent collection. I’ve also started adapting some of my existing patterns to fit kids. With all this work, I’m really excited that RT is finally sleeping through the night and giving me some good rest! […]
In a few days, RT will be three months old. She’s gained almost four pounds and over three inches since she was born. Life will never be the same as it was before I became pregnant. It’s changed in a lot of ways – many I didn’t expect. Still, I wouldn’t trade my new life for anything. Yes, there’s a lot of stress, but there’s also euphoria, and I’m starting to get used to the routine.
People will tell you when you have a baby that you’ll learn what they want by their different cries. I heard this constantly while I was pregnant. When she was first born, I listened really closely to learn those different cries, but RT didn’t have any. She only had the one. This stressed me out possibly more than anything else in the first month. At two and a half months of age, she finally began to differentiate. It was a huge relief. She also has a lot of facial expressions now, so it’s become much easier to tell what’s going on. It makes me feel much more confident as a mom. […]
Running a homestead is an overwhelmingly daunting task. Add a baby to that equation, and it can feel like you’re drowning. There is constantly work to be done, and the baby needs constant attention. If you’re extremely lucky, then your little one will be a good and frequent napper. Chances are, that won’t be the case.
Not only do you have to find a way to unwind at the end of a long and stressful day, but you also need to figure out how to squeeze that activity into the unending chaos. The latter is by far more complicated. RT is an absolute blessing. She’s also incredibly snuggly, and only wants to sleep in someone’s arms. It’s rare that she’ll sleep in her bassinet or Moses basket without first falling asleep on someone’s lap. Even then, it’s a nerve wracking moment when we put her down. […]
For something so natural and evolutionarily ingrained, breastfeeding is exceptionally difficult. It’s definitely worth the struggle if you can manage it, but the process is far more complicated than mainstream media makes it out to be. I was lucky, even. As soon as RT was born, she latched right on without issue. Many people require the benefit of a lactation consultant before that can happen. […]
If you follow me on Facebook, you’ve already heard the wonderful news. Our daughter was born on the night of Saturday, July 11th! We came home the following Tuesday and began adjusting to our new way of life. I won’t lie, it’s definitely been a challenge at times, but my little girl is the most spectacular being I have ever laid eyes on, and we could not be happier. […]
I now have 25 days left until my official due date. I’ll find out on Friday if I’m going to be induced early due to gestational diabetes. In theory, my baby could arrive any day now. That thought is both exciting and terrifying at the same time. The nursery is all set up. Newborn clothes are washed and hung up in the closet. We have a stockpile of diapers and wipes. Our hospital bags are packed. All of our last minute purchases are in the mail on the way to our door. We’re as ready as anyone can be for a new arrival. So, of course this is when we decided to change our minds about some of the crucial child-rearing decisions we’d made. […]
This isn’t the first time I’ve talked about how overwhelming it can be to live on and manage a homestead. Last time the topic came up, I focused mostly on setting priorities in order to accomplish major goals. Now that I’m eight months pregnant, the situation has changed a bit. There are some tasks that I simply can’t do, whether they push my physical limits, or whether my husband/doctors have told me I shouldn’t (the latter is far more frustrating).[…]