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Saturday, March 6th, 2010

Public Breastfeeding

My daughter is still breastfeeding.  I am one of the few women in this country who continues to nurse past the first year. (Many women don’t make it past 6 months!)  I don’t think I’m better than you.  I don’t think it’s the right choice for everyone.  And I definitely don’t believe it is necessary.  But for me, it is easy, it is healthy, and though the acrobatics and the occasional biting episode are frustrating and make me wish I wasn’t still doing this, I enjoy it.  It means I get to sit down a few times a day and do nothing but relax while I snuggle with my little girl.  As a toddler, she is on the move and really doesn’t want to spend a lot of time sitting and snuggling so that time spent nursing is special.

In the years since I started breastfeeding, I’ve had good experiences and bad experiences while nursing in public.  I am always discreet, but sometimes it’s easier than others.  Generally I prefer to sit down in a private space or use a nursing cover but this isn’t always possible.  This is for my comfort, not yours.  If I nurse in front of you, don’t get up and hide in the corner or make a big show of hiding your face.  That embarrasses me much more than the possibility that you might see a bit of my breast, assuming you’re a woman.  Simply avert your eyes until the baby is latched on and continue to talk to me as you would if I was eating a snack in front of you.  That’s really all I’m doing, giving my baby a snack.  If you’re a man, I might ask you to leave the room (or simply mention that I’m going to feed the baby…that’s your cue to leave) or leave the room myself. Trust me, I don’t want you to see me any more than you want to see!

When my younger son was 4 months old, we went to Disney World.  One night during a parade he was hungry and I was desperate to find a place to sit and feed him.  The only bench available was one right next to an older gentleman.  It wasn’t ideal but it was available so I made a beeline for it, only to realize when I got there that I’d left the diaper bag (which had my nursing cover) with my husband.  I managed to get the baby latched on with the man being none the wiser and I was so very proud of myself!  When he realized what I was doing, he was so sweet and completely comfortable talking to me while I nursed and was very complimentary of my decision to breastfeed my child.  It is, to date, the most positive experience I’ve had while nursing in public.

My most negative experience was when two women got right up to my van door trying to see what I was doing in there behind the privacy tint and then proceeded to loudly proclaim how disgusting I was for feeding my child that way in public.  Really???  I made the effort to do it somewhere where nobody could see me and that’s still not good enough?  To me, it is the most natural thing in the world.  God gave me breasts to feed my child.  I am blessed with the ability to make plenty of milk to nourish my babies.  For me to do otherwise would be silly.  (And for the record, I don’t care what you choose to do.  That’s your business and your baby.  Do what works for you!)

There’s a lot of controversy about nursing in public.  In the state of North Carolina, it is a mother’s right to nurse her baby wherever she may be, in any way she sees fit.  Nobody can ask you to leave, to cover up, or to stop.  I appreciate this because it gave me the ability to nurse with confidence, knowing that if anyone hassled me I could tell them that they were breaking the law, not me.  I have never seen anyone nurse in a way that wasn’t discreet.  I’m told there are people out there who practically strip naked to breastfeed, but I’d definitely say they’re the exception.  Most of the time, people don’t even realize I’m breastfeeding because I look like I’m just holding a baby.  There are people who justify their negative opinion on public breastfeeding by exclaiming that using the toilet is natural but we don’t do that wherever we want.  Breastfeeding is eating and really has no relationship to an adult using the toilet.  We certainly don’t expect others to eat only in the privacy of their own home, so why expect a baby to do so?  We make allowances for baby’s in the realm of toileting, anyway.  Ever heard of a diaper?  How many babies do you know who leave the room to use their diaper?

The moral of the story is that my child’s needs will always come before your hangups.  I will do my best to be discreet and keep you from seeing something you don’t want to see, but it is also up to you to behave like an adult and recognize that a baby often has needs that must be met that aren’t entirely pleasant for those around them.

Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010

Snow…again?

Like many people, I live in the south because I don’t care for cold weather.  I am content with one snowstorm a year that drops just enough snow to play in, but not enough to keep me home for more than a day or two.  And preferably, that day or two needs to come with a day off for my husband, not just my school age child.  And I definitely need advance notice…at least a day or two!

This winter has been hard for the (many) people like me in this area.  Much colder than normal and more snow than we’re used to have made it rather unpleasant.  Yesterday, we had a winter weather advisory for the evening and overnight.  We were expecting a dusting of snow on grassy and elevated surfaces.  Lee County Schools did not make a decision about school (despite the fact that it looked like the snow was going to be worse than expected) so I went to bed around 1AM.  As I walked through the house, I was surprised to look out the window and realize that the street was white.  There were already 2-3 inches of snow and no signs that it was letting up.  Hmmmmm…do you think they missed the forecast a little?

As I was laying in bed watching LOST (our satellite had gone out around 11:30 so I was relying on the DVR for my bedtime wind-down since my insomnia was bad) the power went out several times, but kept coming back on.  I finished LOST and moved on to The Biggest Loser, but about 5 minutes in the power went off and stayed that way.  This was 2AM.  I called Progress Energy immediately and laid back down, but my bedtime ritual of watching TV wasn’t possible so sleep didn’t come easily.  I think I fell asleep around 3:30, but Violet woke at about 4AM and I was in a lot of pain so I didn’t get much sleep the remainder of the night.  At some point Progress Energy called to tell me the power would be back on by 6AM, but that would turn out to be untrue.  Sometime around 6AM the school called to let us know that the kids were out today (Duh, ya think?) and I dozed off and on for another hour then finally got up because it was just too cold to sleep.  Still no power, and as I look out the window I notice that our trees and bushes are really weighed down with snow and I’m guessing we have an easy 6 inches or more.  It’s not looking good to get heat any time soon…

We got the kiddos up, dressed, and headed out to find a warm place to go.  My preschooler started crying when we told him he couldn’t play outside since there was no place to get warmed up afterwards.  With no TV and internet only via phone, we had no idea how bad it was in Lee County.  Our neighborhood was a mess…lots of trees and branches down.  The roads were pretty bad but we made it down to Walmart.  We walked around for a while, my preschooler crying the whole time, and finally decided to go someplace where they could play.  McDonald’s was packed, but warm, so we got some coffee and sat down to let the boys play…my oldest took off and was content to entertain himself climbing through the play structure.  My preschooler refused to play and continued to cry, stopping only when my husband got him some apples and juice.  That reprieve didn’t last long and then he started complaining that his ear hurt.  Suddenly the whining and crying made sense!  We called the pediatrician who said they could get us right in so we headed over there.

After a quick appointment, an ear infection (his first!) was confirmed and we headed back down to Walmart to get the prescriptions filled.  Stopped at Wendy’s for lunch, then returned to pick up the drugs, only to find out they didn’t have one of them.  UGH!!!  Thus began the hunt for a pharmacy that had it, as well as a place to spend the rest of the day since we had been told at this point not to expect power before 6PM.  We finally obtained the needed medication and landed at church, where I helped get some things together for our big move this weekend.  Sometime around 3PM, Progress Energy called my cell phone to see if we had power yet.  This had already happened at least 3 times and not once had we been able to say yes.  I called the house again and got the answering machine.  FINALLY!  Electricity!  Of course, by this point there hadn’t been any heat for 13 hours so it was too cold to go home right away anyway.  When I finally did return home, I was utterly exhausted.  The lack of sleep and state of high awareness (being out with kids is always much more difficult than staying home with them) I’d been in all day just about did me in.

So here I am, at 8:45, contemplating going to bed.  I can assure you that my bedtime prayers will include begging God to bring spring to North Carolina.  I can’t take much more of winter!

Thursday, November 19th, 2009

This story is not Sanford.

The story of Shaniya Davis is tragic.  It is disgusting.  It is scary.  It is many things.

It is NOT Sanford.  Everyone I know is just as shocked as me that this happened here.  I am heartbroken for many reasons about this story, not the least of which is the fact that this town I love, my adopted home, has entered the national spotlight for this, of all things.  Those of you watching on CNN, on Nancy Grace, on other national news stations don’t see what I see.

I see a place that has so many wonderful people that they were turning away volunteers for the search.  The people of this town wanted to bring that little girl home to her family, one way or another.  There were many, like me, who couldn’t handle the actual search and offered other help.  They even had to turn away those types of volunteers.

I was at the park with a friend the afternoon she was found.  I needed to get out of this house and the park seemed like a good place to be.  There, the other moms were just as horrified as we were by the news.  Sickened, shocked, and scared.

Now that I’m a few days removed from this, I see that I have no reason to be scared.  This was the result of fantastically horrible parenting.  Someone who was obviously in over their head, who didn’t realize the profound gift that motherhood is.  While I’m certainly not Mother of the Year, I think it’s safe to say that there is no way I would ever sell my child into prostitution to support my drug habit.  (Obviously this is all alleged at this point, but it sounds like they have a good reason to charge her with that.)  Lee County isn’t some hotbed of child prostitution or human trafficking.  This was a result of the actions of a few bad people.  I will certainly continue to be vigilant but I refuse to live in fear.

And I have hope.  Because in the midst of this terrible story, I’m reminded that for every one bad person there are many, many more good people.  People who are just as horrified by this as I am.  People who feel this overwhelming need to DO something to fix this even though they don’t know what that something is.  People who are heartbroken for and cried real, painful tears about this little girl they’d never met.

I feel like I need to reassure myself and everyone else that Sanford is a beautiful town.  Not necessarily because of the scenery (though there are some beautiful places here!), but because of the people.  Please don’t let this one story color your opinion of us.  We are not the Shaniya Davis story.  We are so much more.

Monday, November 16th, 2009

Motivation Monday — Kid Appreciation

Right now I’m holding my babies a little closer.  Thankful that they are with me, and healthy, and ALIVE.  I am devastated by the news locally, trying hard to understand why there are such terrible people in this world.  This week I’m going to try to be a little more patient.  Give them a lot of hugs and kisses and special treats just for being them.  And I’m going to do my best to remember not to take them for granted going forward.

I’m also reminded that there are sick people everywhere and that no place is safe.  So I will remember to trust my instincts…sexual predators don’t stop at the borders of Lee County.  I know this, but it’s really been driven home over the last few days.

My heart and prayers are going out to Shaniya Davis and her family.  I pray that those responsible are brought to justice and that, someday, those who love her are able to find peace.

Wednesday, October 14th, 2009

Wishful Wednesday — Unemployment Benefits Extension

This week, the Sendate is supposed to vote on whether or not to extend unemployment benefits.  I am praying with all of my might that this passes, as my husband has 2 weeks of unemployment left.  I am terrified of what happens if we lose that $500 a week.  We will certainly lose our house (something we’re already on the brink of, anyway) and other things that I can’t even think about right now.  I am beyond terrified.  He’s doing his best to secure income for us but it just hasn’t happened yet.

I know there are other programs out there to help us if this happens, but I had really hoped not to be any more of a burden on the system than we already are.  I’m writing an email to my Senators today.  Would you consider doing the same?  You can find contact information for them here: http://www.senate.gov/general/contact_information/senators_cfm.cfm

Thursday, September 3rd, 2009

#19!?!?!

Michelle Duggar is pregnant with her 19th child.  Which bothers me in ways it shouldn’t…I hate when people judge me because I have more than the average 2.3 children.  I think people should be able to have any number of children they want as long as they can care for them.  So why did I get so upset?

I’m jealous.  Do I want 19 kids of my own?  Absolutely not.  But there was a time, not so long ago, when I thought I might not have any children.  And then, there was all of the stuff I went through to have my second child.  And that bitterness lives on.  Infertility and miscarriage isn’t something I’ve put behind me even though I have declared myself done having children.  Even though the little girl currently napping in her crib was the #3 we always hoped for but certainly never expected to be surprised with.  Even though we now have everything we ever wanted for our family.  And I am not sure I will ever get over that pain, remembering what it was like when someone announced their pregnancy…or even better, “forgot” to announce it to me because they wanted to spare me the pain and then sent me a mass e-mail announcing the sex of the baby.  I even had a mini-breakdown when I heard Britney Spears was pregnant…after all, I was doing everything right.  I was in a stable relationship, I was a good mom to the child I had, I was settled down, yada yada yada.  It seemed so unfair and it was a very dark time in my life.

And truthfully, I’d still have more.  If I could provide for them.  If we had family locally who could pitch in and help now and then.  If I thought my uterus would hold up.  If pregnancy wasn’t so miserable.  There are many reasons why I’ve decided I don’t want any more, yet if everything fell into place just right I’d do it again.  My children are a huge blessing to me.  A joy every day, even with the difficulties of teething, potty training, and homework rebellion.  And if it “just happened” we’d muddle through and be thrilled to pieces to have another little person in our family.  But for so many reasons I’ve set my limit at 3 and I’m mourning that just a little bit as I watch my last baby grow up.

From what I’ve seen, the Duggars are great parents.  Michelle and Jim Bob are both patient, loving, and involved.  They have the means to take care of their family without resorting to government aid (which is more than I can say for myself at this moment in time) and their children are all respectful and well-behaved.  Sure, they do things I don’t personally agree with, but so do some of my friends.  I don’t judge them because they do the things that work for their family, so why the visceral reaction to the Duggars?  It’s jealousy, plain and simple.

I’m going to put my green-eyed monster away and just be happy for them.  Because I do agree with them on one point…every child is a blessing who deserves to be loved.

Tuesday, July 28th, 2009

Ban Percocet? Please don’t!

I was at blogher looking at some things and ran across this post.  I had seen the reports several weeks ago about the recommendation to ban Percocet, Vicodin, and other narcotic pain relievers that contain acetaminophen and planned to post about it then but life got in the way and I never got around to it.  But now I’m reminded of this particular issue that could have some very real ramifications for me and I want to put it into perspective a little bit.

I’ve mentioned before about my tendency to get kidney stones.  I haven’t had any really bad episodes in months, but when I do, Percocet or Vicodin is my best friend.  I take one small dose and that typically takes the edge off enough that I am able to do the every day tasks I need to do.  I don’t drive, I try to make sure someone is around in case I become unable to take care of the kids, and I never take more than recommended.  I am overly cautious about it because a) I don’t want to get addicted, b) I can’t function if I take more than the very minimum dose, and c) I can’t afford to go to the doctor and get another prescription if I run out since I don’t have insurance right now.  Luckily, I rarely need more than a few hours of pain relief, so one is usually all I have to take.  I’m thankful to my doctors who know this and don’t hesitate to prescribe it for me when I run out and need a new prescription once a year or so.

BUT, because they contain acetaminophen in addition to the narcotic painkiller, some group of people (undoubtedly NOT people who have a regular, ongoing need for this type of drug!) has decided they should be taken off the market.  Because there are a few people out there who aren’t responsible with their medications, who don’t take the time to learn about what they’re taking, and who manage to overdose on acetaminophen when taking them.  I’m not discounting the seriousness of acetaminophen overdose…it can cause liver failure and death, so it’s certainly something that we need to prevent if at all possible.  But considering you can buy a gigantic bottle of acetaminophen (and for those who don’t know, acetaminophen is Tylenol) for $4 at Walmart, I think that banning Percocet is going a little overboard.

Let’s start with education.  Doctors need to remind their patients about the risks associated with a medication before dashing off a prescription and sending them to the pharmacy.  Pharmacists need to be required to give counseling on these drugs, because acetaminophen overdose is not the only problem associated with them.  How about making sure the patient understands the nature of narcotics?  Gee, that’s a novel concept.  The problem here is this: if we start taking away the acetaminophen because people are too dumb to take it appropriately, then what’s next?  Are you going to take my narcotics away because a lot of people get addicted to them, even though it is (for the vast majority of people) something that is taken responsibly and sparingly and only when necessary?  Are we going to pull all Tylenol off the shelves if we ban the narcotic+acetaminophen drugs?  Where do we stop?  I can only imagine how the people with chronic pain are feeling about this.

I understand feeling the need to save us from ourselves, but in this case there is a definite benefit from drugs like this.  This is a quality of life issue, and I hope the FDA sees that and keeps these drugs available for those who need them.

Monday, June 29th, 2009

Finally, a political wife who stands up for herself!

Political wives are a strange breed to me.  The most famous example to illustrate my point is Hillary Clinton.  I am sorry, but there is no way in hell that I’m going to stand by my man when he embarrasses me in front of the entire country by having an affair with a much younger woman.  It’s not going to happen.  He would be kicked out on his behind the minute he admitted to me that it was true.  Even if there was an “arrangement” in place that allowed for straying, (harf!) I am not going to stand by and be thought of as the woman that condoned her husband’s cheating.  Period.  I think this is why I could never support her politically.  She didn’t stand up to her own husband when he cheated on her, but wants to be the president?  Perhaps a weird and shallow reason for not supporting someone, but she never appealed to me after that.

I’m kind of fascinated by the fact that so many well-known political figures do seem to stray.  Seriously?  You think that a young and indiscreet girl won’t blab the intimate details?  You think that you won’t be followed to that hotel you have no business being at?  You think people won’t find out that you were in Argentina with your mistress instead of hiking on the Appalachian Trail?  If you really do believe you won’t get caught, I have a bridge I can sell you!

But Jenny Sanford has earned my utmost respect for her handling of her husband’s affair.  I love that she wasn’t standing at his side when he admitted what he’d done.  That she had already left him/kicked him out.  That she has said she doesn’t care about what happens to his political career.  That she is showing her 4 sons that behavior of the sort their father has engaged in is not acceptable.  But in all of that, she is also willing to work things out.  I like to think I’d try to repair my marriage if it happened to me, but that I would do it in such a way that allows me to maintain my self-respect.  Based on the news reports, it seems like she’s doing her best to achieve this.

And shame on Governor Sanford.  Choosing to fly to South America to spend Father’s Day with your mistress rather than your own 4 children? Disgusting.  And if I was his wife, that is probably the point the whole thing would have been unforgivable.  Especially if we had just started a trial separation to see if things could be worked out.  The fact that he took off to see his girlfriend right away would have been enough to tell me exactly where I stood.  He deserves to have his political career ruined at this point.

Thursday, June 25th, 2009

Paranoid Freakazoid

I was going to skip the asthma stuff again and talk about the death of Michael Jackson.  But what is there to say?  I was really overwhelmed with the news earlier today but realized that “my” Michael Jackson is long gone.  He had gotten way too creepy over the last 10 years or so and was certainly not the pop idol he once was.  So, while I hope he has found the peace he seemed to be seeking in life but never found, I am moving on to a topic that *really* affects my life and that of my family.

Last Friday night, Baby V developed an absolutely terrible cough.  She was having trouble catching her breath after the fits were over and it sounded terrible, as if she was choking.  Being the paranoid freakazoid that I am, I was googling pertussis, reading up on the symptoms, and trying to find sound clips to see if that’s what she had.  Some of the clips sounded similar, so I proceeded to really start freaking out.  I considered going straight to the ER but decided to simply call for a sick appointment with the pediatrician the next morning.  She’d been vaccinated for pertussis, so that decreases the likelihood quite a bit.  Plus she’d had hives the previous Sunday and I managed to convince myself that it was much more likely that this was the residual effects of a bad allergic reaction of some sort.

So Saturday morning we get to the doctor’s office and I hear the dreaded news: asthma.  This is not something new for our family.  I have asthma, though it’s not bad unless I over-exert, and even then I’m fine unless it’s very hot or very cold or the air quality is bad.  My oldest son was diagnosed right around his 3rd birthday, so I’ve dealt with his breathing problems for several years now.  I suspect my younger son has it also, but again, I’m used to dealing with an older child who has it.  And of course I knew that her having reflux greatly increases her risk for asthma…but I wasn’t at all prepared to get that diagnosis the day she turned 5 months old!  I have managed to scare myself to the point that I can’t sleep at night.  I have terrible insomnia because I’m afraid she’s going to stop breathing in her sleep.  When I do finally close my eyes out of simple exhaustion, my sleep is plagued with nightmares of babies who have stopped breathing and I’m desperately trying to remember the steps for infant CPR, only to have them die in my arms.  Completely irrational, but incredibly terrifying.

I think my fear stems from the fact that we weren’t given a nebulizer or told to do breathing treatments.  Instead, I was told to use my oldest son’s inhaler with the spacer and pediatric mask on her occasionally if the coughing/choking gets too bad.  I’m not at all comfortable with this plan for a reason I just can’t put my finger on.  Maybe because it feels very reactive and I’d prefer to be proactive?  Plus I’ve never heard of anyone using an inhaler on a baby, much less one that belongs to somebody else.  I think it’s strange but since I’m not a doctor I am trying to simply trust our pediatrician.

Her cough is improving, slowly.  The hives were gone within 24 hours and we think it was a reaction to the fabric softener my mom uses.  She won’t be using it again on anything Baby V would be exposed to so I am glad that won’t be a problem.  But who’s to say there won’t be other places where this could happen…the church nursery where someone washes their clothes in something that makes her sick, a friend’s house where the house is cleaned with something she’s allergic to, or any number of situations that could result in another bad reaction.  It makes me more and more thankful that I’ve made the effort to reduce our dependence on harsh commercial cleaners and try to go with things that are natural.  Unfortunately I can’t protect her from the rest of the world, which is perhaps the hardest thing about this whole situation.  It’s something I’ve known for a long time but the lesson has really been brought home over the last week.  Even if the hives were unrelated to the later respiratory problems, it’s not something I’ve ever had to deal with before in a child this young.  Yes, I freak out if someone smokes around my kids…but now I’m worrying about things like perfumes, cleaning products, and other things that most people don’t have a second thought about.  And it’s (literally) crazy-making.

Mama needs a Xanax.

Tuesday, January 20th, 2009

It’s a beautiful day to be born.

The snow is so pretty outside.  I’m a little worried about getting to the hospital safely, but we’ve had an offer of a 4 wheel drive if we needed it, so it shouldn’t be a problem.  I’m hoping that once we get out of our neighborhood, the roads are clear.  Heck, even if Carthage is clear we should be OK!  I’m glad that Lee County made the decision to close early so we could adjust our plans slightly.  No need to juggle school drop-off and getting me to the hospital on time.

So Violet is arriving on a very momentous day!  It’s rare to get this much snow in NC, and we’re also seeing a historical inauguration in our country.  And for the rest of her life, she’ll have to share her birthday with a presidential inauguration every 4 years.  If it’s anything like this year’s, I’m sure she’ll feel a little lost in the hoopla.  But it will always be memorable!

I’m planning to post the vitals from my phone to Facebook, so if you’re a friend there you can check out my status.  No pictures until I get home, though!  Nobody else has a clue how to get them on the computer, so you’ll have to wait for those.  I’ll get a blog entry up as soon as I can…until then, prayers and good thoughts are happily accepted!

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