tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81301437428034903622024-02-20T01:23:02.878-08:00Mama DramaEmily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-8522607883967332442013-06-14T06:48:00.001-07:002013-06-14T06:48:41.970-07:00To all my mommy friends: you are great moms!<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">To the mom who's breastfeeding: Way to go! It really is an amazing gift to give your baby, for any amount of time that you can manage! You're a good mom.<br /><br />To the mom who's formula feeding: Isn't science amazing? To think there was a time when a baby with a mother who couldn't produce enough would suffer, but now? Bett<span class="text_exposed_show">er living through chemistry! You're a good mom.<br /><br />To the cloth diapering mom: Fluffy bums are the cutest, and so friendly on the bank account. You're a good mom.<br /><br />To the disposable diapering mom: Damn those things hold a lot, and it's excellent to not worry about leakage and laundry! You're a good mom.<br /><br />To the mom who stays home: I can imagine it isn't easy doing what you do, but to spend those precious years with your babies must be amazing. You're a good mom.<br /><br />To the mom who works: It's wonderful that you're sticking to your career, you're a positive role model for your children in so many ways, it's fantastic. You're a good mom.<br /><br />To the mom who had to feed her kids from the drive thru all week because you're too worn out to cook or go grocery shopping: You're feeding your kids, and hey, I bet they aren't complaining! Sometimes sanity can indeed be found in a red box with a big yellow M on it. You're a good mom.<br /><br />To the mom who gave her kids a homecooked breakfast lunch and dinner for the past week: Excellent! Good nutrition is important, and they're learning to enjoy healthy foods at an early age, a boon for the rest of their lives. You're a good mom.<br /><br />To the mom with the kids who are sitting quietly and using their manners in the fancy restaurant: Kudos, it takes a lot to maintain order with children in a place where they can't run around. You're a good mom.<br /><br />To the mom with the toddler having a meltdown in the cereal aisle: they always seem to pick the most embarrassing places to lose their minds don't they? We've all been through it. You're a good mom.<br /><br />To the moms who judge other moms for ANY of the above? Glass houses, friend. Glass houses.</span> </span><br />
I found this post on blogher.com and loved it!Emily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-92231266304173830732013-04-26T12:35:00.001-07:002013-04-26T12:35:55.698-07:00The Birth Story: Part 1I've been wanting to post our birth story from the day it happened, but seriously, blogger moms, how on earth do you find the time to do this!!! Anyway...better late than never! Part One is the back story of my L&D and Part Two will be all about the actual L&D. <br />
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In the weeks leading up to my delivery day I was just praying and praying that I'd go into labor on my own and not have to be induced. My specialist had been saying all along that he didn't want me to go past 37 weeks due to the fact that my twins were monochorionic, meaning they share the same placenta. These types of pregnancies are higher risk than others and statistics show increased problems occurring in pregnancies that go past 37 weeks...not that I buy into all that negative talk, but that's just what doctors will tell you. My own instinct and conviction was that both of my babies were doing fine and I knew that I was doing fine...no swelling, perfect blood pressure, normal weight gain, etc. At this point, I was having a BPP (bio-physical profile) every 3 days so someone could have an eye on the babies. Each time they scored 8 out of 8...my little all-stars! I was always so proud of them! However, 3 weeks prior to delivery my specialist detected some discrepancy in their sizes during their growth scan. Baby A was measuring smaller than Baby B. I wasn't too concerned because I knew that the measurements could be off by as much as a pound and I just had conviction fr<span style="text-align: center;">om the Lord that the babies were just fine. Week 37 came and I was scheduled to deliver on that Wednesday morning. I was absolutely not ready....I didn't feel ready physically and I didn't have peace about it. I was scheduled to see my OB, Dr. Crochet, on Monday and I was praying that she would hear my concerns and be ok with letting me wait another week. Just as the Lord had answered EVERY SINGLE PRAYER throughout the pregnancy, he answered this one as well. It was the easiest conversation ever and my doctor even agreed with me that we didn't need to rush things as I was progressing so well naturally. At this point I was 3 cm dilated and probably 60% effaced. I had been walking a ton and was having tons of Braxton Hicks contractions. Prayers answered....Dr. Crochet said see you next Monday. At this point, I could tell my body was really getting close to being ready...I won't be too graphic, but things were happening. I continued envisioning myself going into labor....feeling that first painful contraction and calling Ross at work to come home or calling his parents to come pick up Julian. Then I got a call on Wednesday. Apparently my sweet specialist, Dr. Magee, whom I loved, found out I didn't get induced that morning and said I needed to come see him. I arranged for my sister in law to come with me and I nervously went. I hate disappointing people...especially people I like. Anyway, he did a growth scan and promptly told me that Baby A was 4 lbs 13 oz and Baby B was 7 lbs 13 oz and that I needed to go straight to labor and delivery. I started feeling a little worry (mostly because baby A had measured 4.13 three weeks prior as well), but was able to cling to my original conviction that those measurements were off. I even asked him to remeasure but the results were the same...actually a little worse. Then I just felt this peace that everything was going to be ok...even if I had to be induced. I knew my body was so close to going into labor on my own...unlike my experience with my first child. I asked Dr. Magee to call my OB while I was there to see what her response was and of course she acknowledged his concerns and agreed with his recommendation. So, I called Ross and had him come home from work then drove back to my house to pack a bag, eat a meal, and love on Julian before heading back to the hospital around 5 pm to check in at L&D. </span><br />
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Here we are loading up in the car to go to the hospital on 3/20/13. Look at that BIG BELLY!!! Stay tuned for Part Two: The Birth. :)Emily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-49086279661127303762013-04-22T12:10:00.002-07:002013-05-05T11:42:48.071-07:00Sam & Miles: Month OneYesterday marked ONE MONTH in the life of the twins. Wow, what a journey it's been the past 8 months! Time has flown from the time we were told I was pregnant with twins until their one month birthday! Here's just a quick update:<br />
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<b>Eating:</b> Nursing is going great! Both babies have been fabulous latchers and eaters from day one. I am so thrilled. This past week I began feeding them on a 3 hours schedule and I love it. It has made life so much easier for me and the babies are in a much better groove since extending the feedings from 2 hours to 3 hours. Now when they get a little fussy around the 2 hour mark I'm seeing that they are really just tired and need to sleep instead of eat again. It has seemed to help their nights too as they are sleeping more soundly and not waking as often in between feedings.<br />
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<b>Sleep</b>: Both are sleeping a ton during the day and have a fussy period in the late evening that lasts a few hours. They are consolable and don't cry the entire time....they each take their turn!! Currently they are sleeping together either in their crib or their pack n play at nighttime. During the day they bounce between the crib, bouncers, pack n plays, and peoples arms. Yesterday a friend gave me a Fisher Price Rock n Play Sleeper that I'm excited to start using too. At night they initially were waking up often in between feedings but the past few night they've had some 3 and even a 4 hour stretch without waking. This has been amazing for Mama!!<br />
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<b>Fun Stuff:</b> We've been on 2 stroller walks with all three kiddos. One trip to the post office with Aunt Dana and one trip to White Rock Coffee with Daddy. The twins use the Double Snap n Go by Baby Trend and Julian uses his own single stroller. So, obviously I need 2 people to go on a stroller ride...this may be a problem in the future and I'm considering my options for a triple stroller. Any suggestions?<br />
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We made our debut at church yesterday on their one month birthday. Daddy was playing bass all morning at church and I was not up for wrestling all 3 kiddos at home alone. People kept telling me how brave I was to bring all three of my children to church by myself but I think it would have been more courageous to have stayed at home! I knew at church I could drop Julian off at childcare and then hangout with the twins in the nursing moms room. Church felt like a safe place for me! And it was a successful and fun outing...although exhausting. Then again, anything and everything in the past month has been exhausting. </div>
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<b>Hard Stuff: </b>Julian has come a long way with adjusting to life as a big brother. He understands they are here to stay now and loves touching them....a little too much. I can tell its been hard on him having to share mommy. He initially was throwing lots of fits, but those have for the most part stopped. We are working through how to handle his roughness with the babies. We want to encourage him to love on them, but there is a fine line between love and aggression with Julian. There have been lots of squeezing, suffocating, and toy throwing incidents....but I think it's going pretty well for the most part considering Julian is just 22 months old. <br />
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<b>Things I want to remember</b>: People have been so wonderful. My mom, sister, and mother-in-law have taken turns staying overnight with us to help with the twins during the night. They've changed countless diapers, done loads of laundry, and helped to entertain Julian. Our friends have been amazing about bringing us meals. I have not had to fix a single meal since the twins were born other then heating up the occasional leftover or making a sandwich. It has been a tremendous help to us because I would not be making time to cook myself. What a blessing it's been to have delicious home-cooked meals without having to lift a finger. People have just been so generous and have gone out of their way to check in on us and offer help whether that means stopping at the grocery store for us, holding a baby, taking Julian for a playdate, or taking out our trash. I am just floored by the outpouring of love and support we've received from friends, family, and neighbors. I want to say it takes a village to raise twins and a toddler, but I know that some people out there don't have that luxury and I know I am blessed beyond measure to have such a great network. Because of all the help, I've been able to enjoy my newborns without so much stress. </div>
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The boys are so strong. They move their heads around during tummy time. They LOVE being held. They like cuddling and being held tight. They like facing inward to be tummy to tummy with mommy. It is SO SWEET! They both grunt a lot but Sam does it the most. We call him "the grunter". </div>
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Dr. Naidoo says they are both doing great and he was very impressed with their weight gain!</div>
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Emily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-23283082213948221022012-02-21T12:55:00.000-08:002012-02-21T12:55:30.944-08:00Have you lost that lovin' feeling?<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have historically not been a huge Valentine's Day fan. In high school, I just cringed at all the flowers and jewelry being given to girls in between classes. All that "love" in the air was just enough to make me want to throw up. I know I sound like the grinch of Valentine's Day and truth be told I probably was. My disgust for Valentine's Day was probably rooted in some jealousy and some self-protection...if I don't want it then it won't hurt as much when I don't get it. But despite that, I still felt that so many people were missing out on TRUE LOVE and reveling in the <i>feeling</i> of LOVE. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When Ross and I started dating and eventually were married, we both agreed that Valentine's Day was kind of annoying and a "made-up" holiday, however we still enjoyed using it as an excuse to dress up and go out to a nice dinner. Ross, being the free-spirited one, does not like the idea of "one-day" designed for all people to express love for one another. That is too confining for him. At the same time, he still allows us to celebrate it because we do love each other. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Fast-forward to this Valentine's Day...I am married and have an 8 month old baby. I have the two loves of my life. I am often tired, disheveled, running behind, and forgetting things. I feel like I am constantly a day late and a dollar short. And that "LOVE" feeling isn't exactly what I was feeling on Valentine's Day. I wasn't even sure I wanted to go out to dinner. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But is LOVE really something that can be limited to a <i>"feeling". </i>Let's take a look at what the Bible has to say about LOVE. <i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hmmm...that doesn't sound like a "feeling" at all. It sounds more like an action. So maybe the reason I wasn't FEELING love is because I was neglecting to ACT in love. It is sure easy to be in love when everyone is happy and healthy, the house is clean, we are well rested, and getting along...but what about when are circumstances are less than perfect? What about when REALITY hits and the dishes are piling up and the trash is beginning to stink? What about when you've been up all night with a teething baby? What about when you and your husband have been so busy that you've barely had a chance to talk outside of whose turn it is to entertain the baby? And the list of challenges goes on...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It is in these tough moments though that TRUE love can be displayed. Isn't it true that while we were still sinners, Christ DIED for us? Isn't that the perfect example of love? Wow, I've definitely missed the mark with God SOOOO many times, yet he doesn't hold it against me and even DIED for me knowing that I would sin again and again. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A friend recently asked me, which of these characteristics of love resonates most with me. I looked at each one and was blown away that I hadn't been acting in love in ANY of these ways! Many examples flooded my mind of "being easily angered", "being envious", and "keeping records of wrongs". I realized that instead of focusing on how I'd "lost that lovin' feeling", I needed to be LOVING my family the way that Christ loves us. </span><br />
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All throughout my pregnancy I knew that I wanted to nurse Julian for a long time. My mind was made up about nursing because I knew all the health benefits for myself and that there was not a SUPERFOOD on this earth that I could give Julian that would compare with my own breastmilk. It was a no-brainer!<br />
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Breastfeeding has certainly brought it's share of challenges to me and to our family, however it has also brought us a lot of JOY! Today as I was cradling my little wiggle-worm and nursing him...I thought of all the hugs that I would have missed out on if I wasn't nursing him. It's hard to keep up with my little boy who is always on the move...but I get the special privilege of having extended time holding him up against me and cuddling with him several times a day and even at night. </div>
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One challenge I had in the early months of nursing was being able to wear the right clothing and being able to nurse with ease in public. One of the most simple suggestions that a friend gave me ended up being some of the best advice. Here it is: TARGET nursing tanks and breastpads. This simple wardrobe change allowed me to be able to nurse him discreetly in public and always have my torso covered. It eliminated having to take off a shirt as well as a bra. Why didn't I think of that?? Now I just lift my shirt up and unsnap one side of the tank and we're ready to go! </div>
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My 2 best words of advice for women who are breastfeeding would be: </div>
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1. Be patient with yourself AND your baby. You are both learning something new and it may not flow perfectly the first time. For me anyway, it took a LOT of practice, patience, and persistence. </div>
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2. Surround yourself with your BREAST-friends. These are the family and friends that encourage and support your decision to breastfeed. They are your cheerleaders when you have a cracked nipple. They are your support group when you are criticized by un-informed extended family members. It is Kelly-mom. It is all the breastfeeding blogs. It's your LC. My BREAST-friends have been out of this world amazing and have helped me push through tough times and make it to 8 months of breastfeeding and counting.<br />
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Emily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-51412321610319277742012-01-12T13:08:00.000-08:002012-01-12T13:08:16.023-08:00First Time Mama DramaThings that are on my mommy radar:<br />
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1. Sleeping at night: Julian is now 7 months old and just this week has shown us that he is capable of only waking up 2 times at night. I know many of you are wondering if you read that last sentence correctly. Yes...ONLY waking up 2 times a night. For us, that is a miracle. Even just a couple of weeks ago, he was waking and crying sometimes up to 6 times a night!! Sure, I've probably made my share of mistakes in precipitating this matter, but as a first time mom I didn't (and still don't) have all the answers. I have a lot of shoulda-coulda-wouldas, but I'm done dwelling on those now. It's a new dawn and a new day. We're proud of Julian's accomplishments in regard to sleeping this week and continue to hope and pray that it just keeps getting better. <br />
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2. Food: We've found a winner: Banana Puree! He LOVES it! Finally, something he will devour! We are also so thrilled that our doctor is completely on board with using breastmilk as his primary source of nutrition for now if that's what we want and just supplementing his diet with fruits and veggies as Julian shows interest. Our doctor made it clear that introducing fruits and vegetables is just to create Julian's palette for different tastes but his only nutritional requirement is breastmilk. He said eventually we can replace a feeding with an avocado since it has healthy fat in it that baby needs. The doctor supported not giving Julian grains yet as well. It felt good to know we're on the right track and I'm no longer worried or wondering if there's something different I should be doing. <br />
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3. Germs: OK, so how dangerous are germs? I can't spend my whole day cleaning and wiping down Julian's toys that he drops. When you think about it there's a lot of nasty yuck on the ground...but really do I have to wipe down everything everytime? Is it just a wive's tale that the germs will build up his immune system or am I just being naive?<br />
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Here's a pic of our sweet boy trying to scoot underneath the couch at a playdate with his cousin.Emily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-9620858844136370482012-01-03T13:17:00.000-08:002012-02-12T19:13:41.981-08:00Who would have thought I could be a "lactivist"?Who would have thought that I would become a "lactivist"? How is it that something that I really didn't give much thought about my entire life could be such a hot topic for me now? I guess because prior to having a baby and being a nursing mom I didn't pay much attention to the way that each mother chose to feed her baby. I think I remember times as a child that I witnessed women nursing in public and got the nervous giggles...because I was a child and thought it was funny to see part of a boob I guess. Thankfully once I became an adult, I matured beyond that and ceased to find humor in seeing a baby being fed. Now that I have taken a ride on the motherhood rollercoaster, I have a whole new perspective on the issue and am blown away by our society's views and often ignorance on breastfeeding. Case in point...the recent<span style="color: lime;"> <a href="http://www.bestforbabes.org/target-employees-bully-breastfeeding-mom-despite-corporate-policy"><span style="color: lime;">Target Scandal</span></a>.</span> And reading the almost 800<span style="color: lime;"> <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mobileweb/2011/12/19/target-nurse-in_n_1158595.html"><span style="color: lime;">comments</span></a>,</span> mostly negative and hateful, towards breastfeeding mothers.<br />
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Here's how I see it: The way a mother chooses to feed her baby is her own decision and thankfully we have a legal right to nurse in public or I'm sure places would be kicking us out left and right. I personally would LOVE to always have a private place when I'm in public to nurse but unfortunately that is typically not the case. I have found back corners of restaurants, back hallways of businesses, have sat in my car on numerous occasions, and have made all sorts of curtains/shields on airplanes thanks to whoever sits by me. Of course, I think it's a good idea to cover yourself as much as possible; I am a modest woman. However, I do realize that sometimes it's hard to wear a nursing cover with a fidgety baby like my own. I just want people to know that as much as they don't want to see a nursing woman in public, I don't want them looking at me anyway....so wouldn't the world be a more peaceful place if people would mind their own business and not look! That would benefit us all!<br />
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Here's my sweet boy after being nursed to sleep on a flight. I'm sure the same people who are annoyed that I nursed in public would have also been annoyed to hear him cry the whole flight had I not nursed him. Thankfully, God has blessed me on every flight with a pro-breastfeeding person to sit by...how blessed am I!!Emily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-57109813475280798072011-12-20T10:21:00.000-08:002011-12-20T10:21:06.962-08:00Dear Julian...Oh my goodness, 6 month old Julian! You are such a little handful! Your energy and spunk amaze me! Did I mention how gosh darn adorable you are? Everytime I look at you, I think to myself, "WOW, you couldn't be any cuter!" What amazes me the most is your personality. You are a very funny guy. You like making the silliest noises and imitating me all the time. You love to laugh. You actually crack up at me all the time...like the real belly laughter. You have the brightest smile and you definitely make your presence known in a room....or building. People are drawn to you and I really think you are going to shine LIGHT into people's lives throughout your lifetime. You are passionate and you love life. You love getting into everything and don't want to miss a thing...which is why it can be hard to contain you and to get you to sleep. While this wears Mommy out sometimes, I don't want you to lose your zeal.<br />
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I am praying that you'll be a passionate lover of Jesus all your days and you'll bring His light to dark places. I'm praying that you will be a great influencer for Christ and lives will change because of the HOPE that you can show people.<br />
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Love you, precious boy!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjakpOvL4dgzXu9ygy8lSVJJ_CWe2_5OkXXYzUEjj859a7iwt8LKvXUH-LbvumzWIy8mX_ZksYeW6NZ70ah8mrtd3QUjeDJrR-u5_VqmWvFrwGU6-4UaH-q3pxwjqBhJrOFdJHilc9KKKY/s1600/CIMG6519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjakpOvL4dgzXu9ygy8lSVJJ_CWe2_5OkXXYzUEjj859a7iwt8LKvXUH-LbvumzWIy8mX_ZksYeW6NZ70ah8mrtd3QUjeDJrR-u5_VqmWvFrwGU6-4UaH-q3pxwjqBhJrOFdJHilc9KKKY/s320/CIMG6519.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Emily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-29048582647618038542011-12-19T19:30:00.000-08:002011-12-19T19:30:53.228-08:00Food, Glorious Food.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBz5px6S436EljjFUsj-0lvOHTazXArZ0ISyfNdM1ERyatvshAo1j8r3MqyABenU_056Lo82QqvA47cX8LR1O7jO_IfPeoCmXLRK-2KltpWB6coJpTKtHCOeAojegikZ3tjhf1JLOWcF4/s1600/CIMG6360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBz5px6S436EljjFUsj-0lvOHTazXArZ0ISyfNdM1ERyatvshAo1j8r3MqyABenU_056Lo82QqvA47cX8LR1O7jO_IfPeoCmXLRK-2KltpWB6coJpTKtHCOeAojegikZ3tjhf1JLOWcF4/s320/CIMG6360.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>When Julian was just about 6 months old, we introduced him to "solid food". We wanted to exclusively breastfeed him for 6 months as the AAP recommends and then start building his food repertoire. We first introduced him to an avocado. I mashed it up and mixed it with breastmilk until it was a puree consistency and fed it to him with a spoon. In this first experience, Julian had no idea what to do with the food in his mouth. His tongue immediately pushed it back out upon several of the offers and the other times the puree just kind of floated around in there before being drooled out. I decided he maybe wasn't totally ready for solids yet, but that we could keep trying a little each day just for fun and to give him the practice of moving food around in his mouth. Since then we've tried purees of the following: more avocado, peas, squash, carrots, and bananas. He has made some progress. He no longer demonstrates tongue thrust and he opens his mouth to receive the food more frequently. However, he just hasn't seemed too interested in spoon feeding and only eats a few offers before leaning back/closing lips/playing with whatever he can reach. Our best experience with purees was with the bananas (I'm guessing because they are sweeter). Another technique I used was giving him food that he could hold and manipulate on his own without me doing any of the work (other than supervising and guiding). I gave him large pieces of banana and avocado and also some mashed up banana and avocado to play with. The goal was to let him explore independently and let the feeding experience be more baby-led. It was fun although not much "eating" happened. Today was our most successful experience so far. I cut up slices of apples and let him hold them and suck on them himself. He LOVED it and sucked on them for several minutes. Then to combine textures and tastes, I smeared avocado puree on the apples for him to lick and suck. To my surprise, he liked it too. Then I was able to give him mashed up avocado bites on a spoon in between his apple sucks. Once again, he readily accepted. We are having so much fun playing with our food!!Emily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-65916961022921844022011-12-16T12:28:00.000-08:002012-02-12T19:13:53.575-08:00Breast Success.<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">In my last post, I wrote about my woes with breastfeeding. Julian wasn't nursing well and I was so exhausted from pumping all the time. Since then there's been a HUGE turn-around! On October 31, upon Ross's and my return from our nightmarish trip to Boston, Julian readily accepted my breast when I offered it to him. It was the best welcome home gift I could have ever asked for! From that moment on, he began nursing. What?? Who ever heard of a 5 month old, go back to the breast after being bottle-fed most of his life. It's like he knew exactly what I needed. Even though we had just returned from Boston, we were leaving the very next day to fly to St. Louis to see my dad in the hospital. While we were in Boston, he was in a work accident, was electrocuted with 7200 watts of electricity, and although, badly burned, survived. Julian, my family, and I were basically living in the waiting room of the Burn Unit in the hospital waiting on updates from doctors and nurses on how he was doing. It would have been a nightmare trying to pump in the hospital, keep bottles sanitized, and keep milk refrigerated and Julian must have known that I needed him. He nursed the whole trip! I felt such a sense of accomplishment...not that I did anything special for this to happen, but just accomplished that I didn't give up. And I felt sooo proud, and still feel so proud, of Julian every time he nuzzles up to me to eat. There is such a payoff now. Before, breastfeeding was like a thorn in my side but now it brings me so much joy. I have a renewed passion for breastfeeding and a renewed confidence to nurse in public. On all of our trips home to Illinois, I get some sort of criticism about breastfeeding. From, "Ewww" + gagging face and noises to "Just give him some formula". But it just fuels my fire to keep doing it. I am loving this poem from Peaceful Parenting....Breastfeeding to the tune of Dr. Suess. (Author Unknown)</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Would you nurse him in the park?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Would you nurse him in the dark?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Would you nurse him with a Boppy?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">And when your boobs are feeling floppy?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">I would nurse him in the park,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">I would nurse him in the dark.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">I’d nurse with or without a Boppy.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Floppy boobs will never stop me!</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Can you nurse with your seat belt on?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Can you nurse from dusk till dawn?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Though he may pinch me, bite me, pull,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">I will nurse him 'till he’s full.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Can you nurse and make some soup?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Can you nurse and feed the group?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">It makes him healthy strong and smart,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Momma’s milk is the right start!</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br />
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Would you nurse him at the game?</div></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Would you nurse him in the rain?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">In front of those who dare complain?</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">I would nurse him at the game.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">I would nurse him in the rain.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">As for those who protest lactation,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">I have the perfect explanation:</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Momma’s milk is tailor made</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">It’s the perfect food, you need no aid.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Some may scoff and some may wriggle,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Avert their eyes or even giggle.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">To those who can be cruel and rude,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Remind them breast’s the perfect food!</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">I would never scoff or giggle,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Roll my eyes or even wiggle!</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">I would not be so crass or crude,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">I KNOW that this milk’s the perfect food!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Making just the amount that we need</div></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Perfect temp for every feed.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">There’s no compare to milk from breast -</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">It's real baby food! No contest.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span></div></span><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Those sweet nursing smiles are oh so sweet,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Momma’s milk is such a treat.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Human milk just can’t be beat.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Oh, I will nurse, in any case,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">On the street or in your face.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">I will not let my baby cry,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">I’ll meet his needs, I’ll always try.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">It’s not about what’s good for you,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">It’s for my babies, through and through.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">I will nurse him in my home,</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">I will nurse him when I roam.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Leave me be lads and ma’am.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">I will nurse him, MOM I AM.</span></div></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br />
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</div>EP-ing, a term I wish I didn't even know, stands for "Exclusive Pumping". My Medela Pump In Style Advanced was at one time my best friend. When my baby wasn't latching when we were still in the hospital and I didn't want to be accused of starving my child, I was able to pump some of my liquid gold and give it to Julian in a syringe. When one of my nipples became so cracked and the open wound made it unbearable to nurse, the pump made it possible for me to still express milk and keep up with giving Julian my milk. But on the other hand, all that drama has made Julian prefer the bottle to the breast from the beginning of his life and making it a battle between him and I from day one. I would LOVE nothing more than to be able to nurse this child for as long as my milk is flowing, but it's just near impossible to nurse him! Sometimes he'll nurse in the middle of the night and sometimes if I've been home with him all day he'll be patient enough for the breast, but the vast majority of the time, he will just refuse by arching his back, crying, head butting me, hitting me, and doing whatever he can to try to escape me. So, the pump, although a double-edged sword, has allowed me to keep giving my baby breast-milk.<br />
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Now, let's just talk about the picture I shared above. It is sooo not like this. Unless you wear button down shirts and bras with holes in the front...this is not how it looks! Also, are you really going to just sit out in the living room with your shirt wide open and suction cups sucking milk from your body and your stomach that has just birthed a baby out there for all the world to see? I guess if it's just you and the baby maybe so, but it seemed like for me, there was always someone in and out of my house, which puts me back in a bedroom alone with my pump. Sob story, sorry.<br />
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We're 4 1/2 months into this mothering thing and I'm so glad he's gotten the food that nature has intended for him. I am just wondering how much more of this I can take!!! I feel sooo tied down to this pump. It makes it so hard to just relax because I'm always trying to squeeze in pumping session and making sure I have enough milk ready to go for him. That noise, and if you've ever pumped, you know what I'm talking about, just makes me cringe. Hauling around that stupid bag , washing the flanges a bajillion times a day, and then having to wash bottles as well, is sucking the life out of me. (no pun intended). <br />
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So are there any other moms out there who also have this dilemma. Anyone else out there pumping in silence? Well, I just wanna say, that we're in this together...if you exist. And I'm still not giving up! When I think I can't hook myself up to that darn machine one more time...I just do it and then again and again, because what's the alternative? I am not ready to deprive my baby of the best source of nutrition out there. Knowing that I willingly stopped giving Julian all the enzymes and antibodies that fight off infection is just not something I can let myself do right now. So, I'll keep pumping away and be thankful that I am able to give my baby the health benefits of breastmilk. Just look at this healthy boy! :)<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mother, O' Mother, come shake out your cloth,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Empty the dustpan, poison the moth.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hang out the washing, make up the bed,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sew on a button and butter the bread.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dishes are waiting and bills are past due,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek - peekaboo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew,</div><div style="text-align: center;">And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">She is the ultimate servant and has helped me in countless ways the past 4 months without a grumble. I do not deserve her, but I am so blessed by her and thankful for her presence here in Dallas. This week she babysat Julian for me on Wednesday. Then she stayed all night because I wanted her to watch a tv show with me but we weren't able to start it until super late (courtesy of Julian). Then she helped Ross and I in the wee hours of the morning, when Julian decided to cry from 4am-6am. It doesn't end there...she ended up staying most of Thursday with me even though she needed to prepare for her friend coming into town because I was in a total funk and she just knew I needed a companion. She did my laundry, my dishes, and washed Julian's bottles numerous times. </span><br />
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</span></div>Emily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-49350316949971815532011-09-29T14:07:00.000-07:002011-09-29T14:08:50.384-07:00The Accidental ParentI recently read a book by "The Baby Whisperer" since we're struggling a little in the sleep department. Julian was taking some long stretches while sleeping in his swing, but sadly he is going to outgrow it soon! We decided we have to just draw the line and make him sleep in his crib. My sister-in-law has had some success with this book and had found lots of helpful tips in it. The main idea I got from the book, though, is that I'm a victim of "accidental parenting". When I told Ross, his response was "Oops, I'm a parent". Very funny... My interpretation of our parenting was more like "Trial and Error Parenting" or "Instinctual Parenting", but, no, it's "accidental" meaning we do what works for us in the moment. <br />
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He slept better in my arms as a newborn, so I let him.<br />
He slept more peacefully in his swing, so I let him.<br />
He likes a bottle to soothe himself to sleep, so I give it to him.<br />
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However, now I have a baby that sleeps for short stretches in the night and wakes up frequently only to want to eat and even then stays awake for hours because he's not able to soothe himself back to sleep.<br />
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All that to say, we are undergoing a modified "baby bootcamp" right now. It would be waaaayyyy to much for us to follow this book's total philosophy. Even though the idea of having a baby who sleeps from 11pm to 7am and who takes two 1 1/2 hour naps a day and a little "hour catnap" in the evening sounds super tempting. I just don't know if it's realistic for us and I don't want to just totally pull out the rug from under Julian all at once. We are starting with just getting him to sleep in his crib at night and during naps. When he wakes up we can rock him and shush him, but ultimately he has to go back in the crib. I'll let you know how things go after a week of this.<br />
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Who would have thought this little nugget could be such a handful??<br />
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My biggest challenge (second to breastfeeding), is sleeping, well, the lack-there-of. I am really hoping he starts sleeping for longer stretches soon. I have been so tired, dirty, unproductive, and crabby which lead me to having not-so-good feelings. However, I am hopeful. I can see that he changes every day and this is just something else that I know will come to pass. Last night, I let him sleep in his swing (after trying to keep him in his crib for the past couple of weeks) and he slept until 4:50 am. It was beautiful and I am so thankful to God for that gift!<br />
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I started back to work 2 full days a week and so far I think I'm going to like it. I felt a little guilty the first day of work because I enjoyed being away from home and from Julian. I am realizing though that work may provide me with the balance I need to be a good mommy too. Every one is different and I think each mom just has to find what works for her family. For the time being, working part time is what works for us. It totally helps me knowing that he is with his Mimi, who would go to the ends of the earth for him, when he's not with me, too. What a blessing!<br />
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Well, so much for "me" time, it's time to tidy up the house a bit before baby stirs from his nap. :)Emily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-20929511748797623862011-08-14T19:03:00.000-07:002011-08-14T19:32:08.996-07:00Dear Julian...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgon3bdFVCX8KY47_NzMB46BVBG5GqWQD4OP8UgGZTUl5QT7QEvfH3pZ6t1zk3AUqPslZ8WdRPj1oWnBKe3TQaI6JRBKGA2hSF7Ea5psntFFN1B6fRHoHQ1yFFXSampo8-OZqXV6dHVW2Y/s1600/CIMG5797.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgon3bdFVCX8KY47_NzMB46BVBG5GqWQD4OP8UgGZTUl5QT7QEvfH3pZ6t1zk3AUqPslZ8WdRPj1oWnBKe3TQaI6JRBKGA2hSF7Ea5psntFFN1B6fRHoHQ1yFFXSampo8-OZqXV6dHVW2Y/s320/CIMG5797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640902249872462482" /></a>
<br />Dear Julian, <div>Tomorrow you will be 10 weeks old. You are a 2 month old now...not a newborn! You bring me so much joy every day with your sweet little hands and feet, your giant smile, and your baby blue eyes. Your coos and goos just melt my heart. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>You wake up each morning with a sweet smile on your face. Even though I'm usually exhausted, you just light up the room with your joy. I can't help but love on you. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>You are starting to get interested in your activity mat and are able to even occupy yourself for a bit playing with your hanging animals. You are just learning to grasp objects and I can tell you are working really hard to gain more hand-eye coordination. You are really into your hands now and you have been drooling so much! Surely you aren't teething yet...right?? </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Even though you don't like tummy time for too long, you are soooo good at it! You can hold your head up so high for so long. I am so proud of how strong you are. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>You have the most gorgeous long eyelashes. They are a nice complement to your big shining baby blues. Your doctor even called you "handsome" and "a flirt". I was so glad she got to see what a sweet personality you have. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I like to call you "Curious George" sometimes because you are so curious about your environment. You like to face outwards when we hold you so you can see the world. I can tell you are studying everything around you by the way you look at things so carefully. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>You have a beautiful voice. Daddy and I love having "conversations" with you. The back and forth noise making is so fun. We've also caught you singing along with me when I'm singing. You are very good! </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I am excited to see how you'll change over the next month and feel so blessed that you are developing so wonderfully. I can't believe how fast it's all going!! I'll love you forever and ever and you'll always be my baby boy. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Love, </div><div>Mommy</div>Emily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-27342949796599849512011-07-21T12:27:00.000-07:002011-07-26T13:52:58.896-07:00Baby Bounce Basics: some babies bounce, my baby sleeps<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QYtss-bKMHFJRES3R-Iffc8LRKhx76a5Hwap6w5Yn2BSUPKjS2Bb07EUxyFvCGN48A3hp3UhPGy4W2l0pjmtr4-UvACBfniXCZul-AiO441kFXs2D_9SNVX8Z6rjkDxiS0RG6KXkooU/s1600/CIMG5164.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QYtss-bKMHFJRES3R-Iffc8LRKhx76a5Hwap6w5Yn2BSUPKjS2Bb07EUxyFvCGN48A3hp3UhPGy4W2l0pjmtr4-UvACBfniXCZul-AiO441kFXs2D_9SNVX8Z6rjkDxiS0RG6KXkooU/s320/CIMG5164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631894045294736482" border="0" /></a><br />Today I mustered up the courage to take Julian on an outing to the mall. I needed a little exercise and we both needed a new environment. We ventured to the mall and they just so happened to have a baby class happening in the mall library. Of course, we decided to join in.<br /><br />I first noticed all of the strollers parked outside the library. Is this ok? I felt a little exposed just leaving my stroller and babies goodies out in the hallway of the mall, but it seemed like it was the thing to do. Silly mommy didn't bring a purse or diaper bag inside and so I just left everything in the basket under the stroller and covered it up. Then I parked my stroller alongside the other 25 strollers and picked up my sweet boy to go inside.<br /><br />Sweet little boy had a nice surprise for me in his diaper though...and on his onesie...and in the carseat. I thought it probably wasn't good manners to bring my poopy pants boy into the library, so we loaded back up in the stroller and found the nearest bathroom. We cleaned ourselves up (for the most part) and headed back to the library.<br /><br />Just then my sweetness remembered he was hungry. Never fear...super-mommy had the bottle ready to go and I carried my little bugger and his bottle into the library where songs had already begun and a woman was handing out scarves and egg-shakers. Hmmm...where is my third arm when I need it?<br /><br />Baby boy and I sat in the back row and started our bottle. It started getting pretty loud with the music playing, mommies singing, and kids yelling. It didn't seem to bother my baby at all. He just sucked down his bottle and then fell right asleep. It just didn't seem right to wake him up so I just sat there and took a mental note of all the songs so I could try to learn them all for the next week. I was surprised that we weren't the youngest there. There were several babies that looked about Julian's age or younger. In fact, there was one 3 week old there. I made sure to tell that mommy "way to go!".<br /><br />Even though my little bug didn't participate the same way the others did, I felt like it was a success. We got out of the house. We dealt with everything that came our way. And I had a good time. Even though Julian slept for the most part, he was so laid back and enjoyed his experience. Maybe he'll even stay awake next time! So proud of this boy!Emily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-83445017020146600232011-07-20T16:04:00.001-07:002011-07-20T16:12:42.987-07:00Sing a song of.....how's that go again???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgapj3q_x1gMm1QvVxcXyoNlv4uwToChu6kr5f_PoFsibkGW6ZLhxLqMwXFcjNGLxaiRsh2IWeL6M-B-G9DkFFThDiVf9bcBuX4T8IDpOutDz8ARM2ACeICxURF0P8JBx8nD3FuOSM22dc/s1600/CIMG5461.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgapj3q_x1gMm1QvVxcXyoNlv4uwToChu6kr5f_PoFsibkGW6ZLhxLqMwXFcjNGLxaiRsh2IWeL6M-B-G9DkFFThDiVf9bcBuX4T8IDpOutDz8ARM2ACeICxURF0P8JBx8nD3FuOSM22dc/s320/CIMG5461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631576175094383746" border="0" /></a><br />I love to sing. Mostly in my car and in the shower...but I love to sing. I've always dreamed of all the great songs I'd be able to sing to Julian from Christian songs that are rich with Biblical truths to Broadway showtunes to popular radio hits. But now that he's here, when it comes time to sing a lullaby my mind goes BLANK!! What is going on??? I sit down in the rocker to soothe my baby to sleep and the only songs that come to mind are soooo strange like "On the Good Ship Lollipop" and "The Ants Go Marching". What's the deal? Has anyone else experienced this wierd phenomenon?Emily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-58834217726014159632011-07-19T13:47:00.000-07:002011-07-19T14:14:30.860-07:00Dear Julian...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoZk7ltmiWP2B7NpEQzjNIfFBbCMSUiBXN0riOnn5eGGGlh5xY7ODh6dTQokNIAcgf3R0rzACVX0qUYAkdZlP7cs1mjYJGVByT79x4NGm4yy0WcQNiuQfP3lAHwmyYO8IyYtdk4GaivbQ/s1600/IMG_4955.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoZk7ltmiWP2B7NpEQzjNIfFBbCMSUiBXN0riOnn5eGGGlh5xY7ODh6dTQokNIAcgf3R0rzACVX0qUYAkdZlP7cs1mjYJGVByT79x4NGm4yy0WcQNiuQfP3lAHwmyYO8IyYtdk4GaivbQ/s320/IMG_4955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631174044168305762" border="0" /></a><br />Dear Julian,<br />Today you are 6 weeks and 1 day old. You are such a sweet boy and mommy loves you. I am completely shocked at how time has flown by since you were born. I can't believe how big you are already and how you change each and every day. I love how you make such good eye contact with me and I love the way your little lips look when you smile. I love how you make little ooo's and ahh's and grunts to talk to me. I am so proud of all your accomplishments. You have a strong neck and you make great efforts to hold your head up all the time. When I lay you on your tummy you can turn your head from side to side and lift your neck up. You are so social. When we talk to you, you turn your head and look at our faces. You even look back and forth between two people who are talking. For the last few weeks, you've been pretty fussy in the evenings, but I can tell you are starting to grow out of that. Last night you only fussed for about an hour and were soothed by sucking, shushing, swaying, swaddling, and being on your side. I'm always thankful when we find things that can soothe you. You really enjoy being outside. Someday you'll have to tell me why. Is it because of the heat? Or do you like the noises the cicadas make? Or do you just like looking up at the sky and at the trees? Soon it will be cooler and I'll let you stay outside longer, I promise. You are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to your daddy and me and we are so thankful and blessed that God has allowed us to bring you into this world and raise you. You are our little angel baby. <br /><br />Love,<br />MommyEmily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-81050689147141474222011-06-23T16:11:00.000-07:002011-07-19T15:11:21.739-07:00Our Birth Story<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDc137jxwqAaEbQufUP24vezl4l1X2aEl4Eh-Xjhgs4ssO2Jv0Ey2PCHrNbQUHknVv5fsMi-Lsf8qo45v4LsU-MejcMVdXM2oBB1pguugkP0PZCHl087yd2iPDFhF_189NcZOdihR86aA/s1600/006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDc137jxwqAaEbQufUP24vezl4l1X2aEl4Eh-Xjhgs4ssO2Jv0Ey2PCHrNbQUHknVv5fsMi-Lsf8qo45v4LsU-MejcMVdXM2oBB1pguugkP0PZCHl087yd2iPDFhF_189NcZOdihR86aA/s320/006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631180668067815618" border="0" /></a><br />On June 4th, the very next day after my last posting, my water began leaking. At first I wasn't certain if that's what it was but as it continued throughout the day I became more confident that was what was happening. We waited and waited for contractions to come and nothing at all was happening. We decided not to call the doctor yet, as we didn't want to be "on the clock". Hospitals will tell you that you have to have a baby within 18-24 hours of your water breaking. So we kept waiting. We went on walks in our neighborhood, walked stairs, experimented with acupressure and nipple stimulation with the pump. Still I felt nothing except an occasional gush of water. We went to bed that night feeling a bit nervous, but we prayed about it and felt a peace about staying at home.<br /><br />The next morning at 9 am when contractions still hadn't started I called the on-call doctor to see what she thought. Of course she wanted me to come in right away even though she thought I had just started leaking that morning. I still didn't want to go in to the hospital and decided to go get professional acupressure and a massage done instead. When I left the acupressure session, I had a missed call from the on-call doctor urging me to call her. When I did, she kept reinforcing the risk of infection and the need to "get labor going". She knew I wanted to go natural and said there were other options besides pitocin. I was still not happy about the options she gave me as I knew they would potentially have the same effect as pitocin. I asked about naturally inducing with a foley-catheter but she didn't agree to it due to the "infection risk"....I know I'm not a doctor, but wouldn't the risk be the same as the other options which also involved sticking things inside me?? Anyway, I kept waiting and we got all the bags ready to go and my family and Ross basically had to push me out the door at 4 pm (20 hours since my water began leaking).<br /><br />Once at the hospital, they put me in a "temporary room" which became my "permanent room" as soon as they determined my water had indeed broken. So, there I was...at the hospital and not happy about it at all. Still no contractions and I already felt pressured and controlled by nurses and doctors. The doctors decided I needed to be induced and I was given the option of a cervical gel called prepodil which is supposed to stimulate contractions and ripen the cervix. It was promptly inserted and I was told I would have to lay in bed for 2 hours with fetal monitors strapped on. Within an hour, small contractions began. So little I could barely feel them but I could see them on the monitoring screen. 2 hours passed and I was dying to get out of the bed and get moving, however the nurse informed us that Julian's heart rate was dropping every time I had a contraction. We asked if we could try sitting up to alter the position and see if that helped. She said that would only make things worse and made me stay on the bed longer. Every time the nurse came back to check on me we pleaded our case to be able to sit up right next to the bed while still strapped to the monitors. We just really felt that they needed to let us at least TRY something else besides laying there uncomfortably on the bed. Finally, she agreed, but made sure we knew it was not going to help anything. So we got a birth ball and got me set up next to the bed where all my attachments could still reach the machines. An hour later, lo and behold, Julian's heartrate was doing just fine with each contraction! The nurse commented that we were right about trying the new position and that baby liked it! Hooray, now we were given the go ahead to get off of the continuous monitors and walk around as we please.<br /><br />Ross and I began walking the halls and timing the contractions. They would sneak up on me slowly and I would feel tightening in my lower back. At the peak of the contraction I was pretty uncomfortable but then it would start to subside and I could walk and talk and laugh again. This went on for a few hours. Contractions were about 5 minutes apart. Around 10 pm, my friend Jenny showed up to help us. At first, I thought she was there too early and that she would get bored....but things really started picking up then. My contractions were getting stronger and my moaning was getting louder. I was no longer able to walk during the contractions as they would stop me in my tracks and I had to hold on to the rails on the wall or lean back against the wall. But once it subsided I could walk and talk again. Contractions were about 3 minutes apart.<br /><br />At some point, I went back into the room...I don't remember why probably to go to the bathroom or something but that's when things started getting ugly. I had to get hooked up to fluids which made it difficult to get around. Going to the bathroom was a 2 person job. I needed someone to hold the bag of fluid out of my way while I got my pants on and off. And at this point, contractions were coming faster and when they would catch me in a less than optimal position such as sitting on the toilet I was in major pain. I was doing my best to try to find positions that would relieve any of the pain.<br /><br />There was a rail in the bathroom that I found to be a good height for me to hold onto while squatting. Then I got the bed in a position where I could get on my knees and lean forward. It also helped to hold onto Ross's shoulders like we were dancing (kind of) and have him hold me up while Jenny massaged my lower back. This was ultimately the best position. But after several contractions in each of these positions I was needing something different.<br /><br />Thus begins the hydrotherapy phase. I got in the shower and Ross sprayed hot water on my lower back. It felt wonderful. I am still in the worst pain of my life, but it did provide some relief as I was crying and starting to feel like I couldn't continue any longer. Contractions were 1 minute apart and lasting 1 minute.<br /><br />When the hydrotherapy wasn't helping any more we decided to change positions but before we could find another one another contraction came and then another and another. I am not clothed at this point...having been in the shower just prior. Somehow my pants were missing too. And then I ended up on the floor. Things are starting to get hazy now. I am now in a different reality. And what do you know, it was time for another "check". yippee. Everyone thought I had to be getting close to transition. Even the nurse had the delivery table out and ready to go. But everyone's faces dropped to the ground when we found out I was only at 6cm dilated. Each contraction was bringing me to the ground in pain and there was hardly any time in between to rest. I had been laboring for about 14 hours and it was probably 9 am or so (remember I got to the hospital at 4 pm the evening prior).<br /><br />I'll try to zip thru the next 10 hours...<br />Drugs were given...epidural was given...I was able to rest for awhile...and finally after 6 more hours, it was time to push!<br /><br />After about a half hour, the nurse informed me that she has seen someone push for 4 hours before and not to worry about how long it was taking. Haha, little did she know that her shift would end before I ever delivered. Julian took 4 hours to make his way all the way down. Seriously, every contraction he would move millimeters if even that. And just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, out he came. All the pain I was in just melted away as they put him in my arms. He was slimy and purply-colored. His face was red and blotchy and his skin was so wrinkly, but nonetheless, perfect. His little lips were curled up and his cry sounded like "hoo-aa, hoo-aa". The sweetest noise I had ever heard. Soon after being placed on my chest, he found his thumb and stopped crying. Absolutely precious. The whole hospital experience still haunts us, and even though we didn't have the drug-free birth that we had hoped for, we feel like having a vaginal delivery was a success. And certainly our ultimate goal was a healthy boy, so we were so blessed. Julian was a trooper and did so great the whole labor and delivery!<br /><br />Julian Ross Barry-born on June 6th at 8:18pm, 7 lbs 10 oz, 20 1/2 inches long, sweet, cuddly, new, precious, wonderful. Praise the Lord!Emily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-41878113963496960792011-06-03T17:23:00.001-07:002011-06-03T18:04:00.024-07:00The 40-week updateHere I am, 40 weeks pregnant and still waiting for our little guy. I have to say the past 9 months have flown by! About a week ago people started asking me more increasingly, "Now when is your due date again?" and sending me emails and texts asking "Have you had the baby yet?" So far, I'm ok with all that and I know everyone is just excited for us and to meet the baby. It's not going to change the fact that no matter what I know his due date is June 5th and have that day looming over my head. It's crazy how I just assumed for some reason all throughout pregnancy that I would have him early and maybe even miss the last week of school. But that day has come and gone and here I am. <br /><br />Although I know that cervix dilation is really a non-predictive measure, I still eagerly jump up on the doctor's table each week to hear what, if any, changes have taken place since the week prior. As of this Wednesday I was still about 1 cm dilated...which like I said, really means nothing as some women can linger at 3 cm for weeks and some women go from 1 to 10 within hours. My cervix is approximately 50% thinned out and baby Julian's head is engaged in my pelvis. It's crazy to think that my doctor has been able to touch his head! <br /><br />I still have not had any true labor contractions and to date no lower back pain. In the evenings it seems I am feeling more pressure down there and Braxton Hicks contractions come more frequently. For that reason, every evening lately I've been thinking...tonight could be the night! And I wouldn't be surprised if I wake up having true labor contractions...but every morning I wake up feeling normal and another day pursues.<br /><br />Ross and I are extremely excited. We've read our Bradley workbook, packed our bags, and gone over a plethora of different scenarios of what we think it might be like when it really does happen. We like acting out different birthing positions and coming up with hypothetical texts that we can send to people announcing that we're in labor. We're silly like that.<br /><br />There is a lot of uncertainty about WHEN baby will arrive, but other than that, I feel ready. Not that I feel like I'm equipped to be the perfect mom or that I'll even know how to do anything "right". But what I do know is that I'm well supported by friends, family, and most of all my loving husband and that is one fact that I know with all my heart. Ross has been the ultimate husband to me and already has shown how awesome of a daddy he is going to be. I have grown even more and more in love with Ross over the past 9+ months. It's amazing how this pregnancy has brought out even more shining qualities in him when he was already so wonderful.<br /><br />Enough for now...I have to get ready for a date with my hubby.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWGMvbKXd5DFxbj7LXgSEpRSLsWetPPAADep_SxMpCLatNSHumOZHBdutQLrjK_e3SrcIPszaD1-YHd8TP7R-JqdJh7sz7cOszGQUGRLpPvFbWNDjdygBw2PzvDh9hnbHVGgym0bVS7Gs/s1600/CIMG4967.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWGMvbKXd5DFxbj7LXgSEpRSLsWetPPAADep_SxMpCLatNSHumOZHBdutQLrjK_e3SrcIPszaD1-YHd8TP7R-JqdJh7sz7cOszGQUGRLpPvFbWNDjdygBw2PzvDh9hnbHVGgym0bVS7Gs/s320/CIMG4967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614153860764541106" border="0" /></a>Emily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-19679721426530879652010-09-20T18:39:00.000-07:002010-09-21T17:28:26.036-07:00Faith like a Child<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGwLbhzrkKXcTvcLMPNSQ0zzhU-OiVkHiKU0dSfToodEzdQPx-4bj4XBPW3P4gkT28VbgsbNAUxWAXGDJvE3B33vfBb8ZIv9RY-_kOOWquD1hkLKge6yjJHwNc0eydwdpDptXVmLxmwc/s1600/Child+Praying.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGwLbhzrkKXcTvcLMPNSQ0zzhU-OiVkHiKU0dSfToodEzdQPx-4bj4XBPW3P4gkT28VbgsbNAUxWAXGDJvE3B33vfBb8ZIv9RY-_kOOWquD1hkLKge6yjJHwNc0eydwdpDptXVmLxmwc/s200/Child+Praying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519175682279930066" border="0" /></a><br />How often have we been told to have the faith of a child...always trusting the Lord and taking Him at His word? And doesn't the Bible tell us "Don't be anxious about anything, but pray about everything. Tell him your needs and thank Him for what he's done"? And still I find myself being tenderly reminded by God on a daily basis what this actually looks and sounds like. That's right...the Lord has placed a special student in my class to ever so gently show me certain areas in myself that need some work. This student is eager to be open about his faith, full of compassion, quick to pray in times of trouble, and never ungrateful or forgetful of the things God has given us. Before each mealtime and snacktime, he never fails to thank God for providing us with our food. When another student gets hurt or becomes upset, this little guy is always first on the scene to extend a prayer of healing and comfort. Just the other day, in one of my not so graceful moments, I backed into a tiny guy, knocking him over and into a wall, before he even had a chance to squeal, the prayerful child immediately petitioned to the Lord to make the fallen child feel better. I am so encouraged by this little guy's fervant faith and I thank God for His creative ways of teaching me lessons.Emily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-42566489308986138812010-09-20T17:56:00.000-07:002010-09-21T17:19:34.942-07:00The power of the spoken word<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw5pu_R3QOJmmbHkuBWUVsrSC6yTV2yS9MRk51dkSFI89jj1W79sS8QarKQPd4PQYIDPkrXJpVaP1TfiJaj92nCBwdK3r3eEm-HBxIJp6HxKRK6mTpH2N1SRDl7ENwqm99tCsP8nQ4Zpc/s1600/i_like_me.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw5pu_R3QOJmmbHkuBWUVsrSC6yTV2yS9MRk51dkSFI89jj1W79sS8QarKQPd4PQYIDPkrXJpVaP1TfiJaj92nCBwdK3r3eEm-HBxIJp6HxKRK6mTpH2N1SRDl7ENwqm99tCsP8nQ4Zpc/s200/i_like_me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519165839463893058" border="0" /></a>In Ross's and my family we believe in the power of the spoken word and therefore try as much as possible to always speak positively about ourselves, one another, and our current situation. I try to incorporate this value into my classroom as well by speaking many positive statements over my students. Each student has unique qualities that God has put inside of them and I believe it's my job to help them shine. Often children with learning differences experience so much negativity throughout their lives, even if it's not intentional. Academics, language, social situations, and even sports can be hard for them. In my class, I always like to remind the kids that they are special the way they are and then highlight the things they are good at. Last week we read the book "I Like Me" by Nancy Carlson. It's about a little pig that loves being herself. She loves her curly tail, her round tummy, and her tiny feet. When the world tries to bring her down, she picks herself up and when something is hard for her she tries and tries again. This little piggy is the image of high self-esteem. Last week, we talked all about what makes each of us unique from our looks (eye color, hair color, height)to the things we like to do (drawing, building, playing sports) and we talked about liking ourselves for who we are. I was encouraged yesterday, when I read a quote on facebook from a student of mine from last year. He said to his mom, "I love you Mommy, and I love me because my body is awesome!" Way to go, G, you speak it!<br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Emily/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Emily/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.png" alt="" />Emily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130143742803490362.post-59316133955318448192010-09-07T19:25:00.000-07:002010-09-07T19:46:35.229-07:00Summer Lovin'<div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><br />Let's revisit summer 2010...<br /><br />Ross and I were blessed to be able to celebrate with 4 different couples on their wedding days. I'm going to take some time to honor these sweet couples!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSsjeggXj4hefHGPyqdDKJq427lvLooO5zIxHeZdjLzDKeqKxKNXtZIslR1MbJ5a-b2eMz1lxgCluNuh3e-YP2e4viK9ksnVVUIb6Dp-ZaAdqVxDc60ilIhrloeMT54OMCPnLTUfI-cTg/s1600/CIMG3584.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSsjeggXj4hefHGPyqdDKJq427lvLooO5zIxHeZdjLzDKeqKxKNXtZIslR1MbJ5a-b2eMz1lxgCluNuh3e-YP2e4viK9ksnVVUIb6Dp-ZaAdqVxDc60ilIhrloeMT54OMCPnLTUfI-cTg/s320/CIMG3584.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Jeff and Brittani Allen<br />Ross and I grew up in the same hometown as Jeff. Jeff and I were buds since elementary school and Ross and Jeff were bandmates in multiple bands in highschool. The Allens were married in their St. Louis area church where Jeff is the worship director. The wedding and reception to follow were lovely. One of the unique touches I enjoyed was the "cookie bar" at the reception in which you could load up on a variety of home baked cookies and take them home in little chinese take out boxes. It was fun to spend some time with some of my best friends from way back when.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjir9ceg2M7GTyZqN6rFNKJSkKdaAerlGZaV-sWFUEWJ4v6apH6fy5o04QzPc0DyHxTCEE-G7hOADxtNJLa_KDfgIgBTViqDFu4jAV1HTiwsnyf8BFo3S2MDvhFblu9ww-4bSSY8Vy0rvA/s1600/CIMG4100.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjir9ceg2M7GTyZqN6rFNKJSkKdaAerlGZaV-sWFUEWJ4v6apH6fy5o04QzPc0DyHxTCEE-G7hOADxtNJLa_KDfgIgBTViqDFu4jAV1HTiwsnyf8BFo3S2MDvhFblu9ww-4bSSY8Vy0rvA/s320/CIMG4100.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Ben and Kimberly Schlarman<br />Ben was Ross's college roommate in Allen Hall at U of I for 2 years. Ross and I were able to spend some time earlier this summer hanging out with Ben and Kim at their pad in the Chicago area. Ben and Kim were married in the City Museum in downtown St. Louis. You can see some of the cool art in the background, but what you don't see are the caves, slides, and other forms of "urban art" that we got to experience that evening. What a cool place to have a wedding!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEU_m93qMX858BC1HUlbBxAyjcu7JUekyISKqLGjSAIE4diWOWJGbsA6oy5h0YS-8SzLlfSucCgKX7CICJnKUbNgiEwuv8kIIswCb3T6Tj-ftbf_eJaItEf2pnAauWTmaM7c7Yu8YQS58/s1600/CIMG3470.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEU_m93qMX858BC1HUlbBxAyjcu7JUekyISKqLGjSAIE4diWOWJGbsA6oy5h0YS-8SzLlfSucCgKX7CICJnKUbNgiEwuv8kIIswCb3T6Tj-ftbf_eJaItEf2pnAauWTmaM7c7Yu8YQS58/s320/CIMG3470.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Randy and Lauren Cochran<br />Ross met Randy sometime last year here in Dallas and they enjoy playing music together in a band called "Bangarang". Randy and Lauren are absolutely precious! They were married in Longview, TX (her hometown) under an oaktree. It was REALLY hot out that day, but the wedding and reception was just perfect! The Cochrans had their own barista serving made-to-order espresso drinks the entire night!<br /></div><br /><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYK5P88x2uWULKoIwasspWU2rwsIKxe0XLGRL4_l6WYNieAPQeFBlxbNyjta1UX6fKwCMfQ4SUPQPp7umrEm92liUabYq1xO0ExhPIkWdFFTZfoONMdIzB0MqUVwPmgskRn7ACwuky3Q/s320/CIMG3324.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Jay and Christine Geyer<br />We met J and C while attending college at U of I. We loved hanging out with them in college and have continued hanging out with them post-college. A couple of years ago we took a trip with them to Washington and did some serious backpacking through Washington National Park and Mt. Rainier. The Geyers were married in a sweet little chapel in the Chicago area and we celebrated afterwards at a golf country club. It was so fun to see a bunch of our friends from college again. <br /><br />Oh, how I love wedding season! Who will be next???<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div>Emily Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383599990390062805noreply@blogger.com1