C-sections hurt. I never want another c-section again! I understand it was necessary because of my son’s position and the amniotic band so please future babies no breech and no amniotic band so I can have a VBAC! The surgery went well but do you know how hard it is to move around without using…
Its been a long strange trip…
And it’s not even close to over.
A bottle here, a breast there, a 15 minute nap here, a two hour nap there…
A cloth diaper here, a disposie there…
Organic blankets on a Target brand crib…
Life for me is pretty easy-duz-it. I try to not get upset or uptight about how I am feeding/comforting/raising my baby. For non-parents this may not sound like a profound statement. For parents with any sort of social consciousness, this willful stance of lackadaisicality may sound like freedom.
Recently I read a blog from babble.com about how one mom came to terms with her child’s sleep patterns. She was a recent immigrant to Japan and decided to stop looking at the childs sleep pattern from a western point of view. When she stepped out of her bubble, she realized that her baby went to bed early and napped often by Japanese standards.
It got me to thinking about how much pressure and guilt we mothers put on ourselves when our children don’t fit the mold, or when we can’t acheive something that had seemed so self evident during pregnancy, or before baby.
The article finished up by saying that while she, the mother, still did not get as much sleep as she would like, she atleast had the relief of letting go and accepting her child’s sleep patterns as they are. This freed her from guilt, anxiety, and a whoooole lot of stress.
I wish that we as mothers could let go more often, and just accept ourselves and our families for who and what they are.
I’m a freak.
A clean freak.
Well. Sort of.
After me and Sunny both catching colds, and a pinkeye scare, I think I might be turning into one.
Things
things i’ve done for the first time in 10-11: have a baby, bake ginger bread, bake banana bread, become a vegetarian, get pregnant, knit, ride a bike for transportation (not fun), become a source of food, get married, find my soul’s partner, go to New York, go to New Jersey, plant a garden, eat food I cultivated, make my own clothes, get beat up in a mosh pit, make patashoo (sp), registered a car in my own name, recieved food stamps, slide down a quarry rock wall, drink wine from a jug, roll my own cigarettes, quit smoking cigarettes, cut my own hair, put announcements in a newspaper, gotten pink eye, made clothes for my baby, ate thai, gave away a pet, taken back a pet, gone to a babyshower, had a c-section, taken yoga classes, made friends with my parents, broke down completely, been stronger than i though i could be, made peanut butter pinecone bird feeders, eaten a whole strawberry, chugged whisky from a bottle, sipped 60 dollar whisky, dyed my hair blonde, been arrested, and made my own jewelry. What did you do?
did you know that my spirit animal is an otter?
Are you freaking kidding me?
It’s kind of weird to have been in on the ground floor of this. I mean, I internet-know the lady who shot the original video (and so do suitep and some other tumblrs). Small world!
Yeah, that video went viral. I more than internet-knew her. She cooked dinner for me! Ha. She lived in Canada at the time. It’s here if you weren’t one of the 16 million who saw it.
OK before I creep suitep out let me just say that I only refer to her as “Buckley’s human” to my boyfriend. It’s a lot easier than saying “this person I follow on Tumblr” because then he would ask me what Tumblr was and it would turn into an ordeal. Plus he knows who Buckley is because I’ve forced him to look at one or two adorable Buckley photo’s in the past.
Also my bf is obsessed with that video. He even got everyone he works with obsessed with it. We currently have this thing going on where I try to find something that can beat otters holding hands in the cuteness department on the internet. So far I have not been successful and according to my bf “there is nothing cuter than otters holding hands” and when I say that I may have found one he always says that it’s no possible.
See? Small world!! ;)
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"— Sunny Gibson got the keyboard
Dub what?
I realized today that I am so OLD. Despite my young years I am old. Today I had a conversation trying to figure out where the DUB in dubstep comes from. We of course thought Reggae, because of a subgroup of reggae called Dub.
I googled dubstep.
I learned it was created in South London and has no relation to reggae.
Then I realized that I am the old woman wondering why it’s called hip hop when I don’t see anyone hopping?**
Oh boy, am I getting old.
**Please note that are a few hiphop songs concerning hopping (or jumping): House of Pain’s Jump Around; Kris Kross’s Jump, Sugarhill Gang’s Apache (Jump On It)…. hmmm maybe I have something here….
By artist Stephen Fitz-Gerald…scavenged scrap metal welded together.
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