There’s a heated debate going on in my house. It’s over this:Someone ::coughMyHusbandcough:: wants to get rid of this gem. But the problem is, every time I look at it, all I can see is this:
Greenleigh, 3 weeks old
How could I get rid of that? That swing was my extra set of arms for the first few weeks/months; the happy place that my kids hung out for hours on end. Okay, scratch that, Hazeline spent hours on end in the swing, with Greenleigh it only bought me 5-15 minutes to change the laundry from the washer to the dryer and maybe make a sandwich. I swear, that child didn’t want me to eat. But no matter how long they stayed in it, there was no doubt that they loved it. And now, even though we don’t really “need” it, I’m a bit emotionally attached.
The problem is, my husband has a point. Shhh…don’t tell him I said that, but it’s true. Our house is overcrowded. Like I’ve said in the past, we easily have 2500 square feet worth of stuff crammed into a 1700 square foot townhouse. And whether I like it or not, we need the space for other things that the girls can actually use right now, like the kitchen set that Erajh and I bought for Greenleigh or the baby doll highchair set that Hazeline got for her birthday. I’m sure that both girls would get way more use out of those than the swing that they no longer fit into, and yet, I just keep seeing this:
Hazeline, 7 weeks
I can’t get rid of it.
But it’s not just the swing, there are tons of other things that need to be gone and I just can’t quite pull the trigger. The jumperoo, exersaucer, and snap-n-go stroller all top the list, but there are so many more. Just the other day, Erajh asked if we could get rid of some of our old small bottles that Hazeline doesn’t use anymore. I said fine, but when he actually went to move towards them, I freaked out a little.
We do plan to have another baby (eventually), and there are things that we will hold on to for that child – the bouncer that’s in great shape, the new Evenflo Bebek bottles I got recently, and several rubbermaid tubs overflowing with clothes – but much of what we have, has seen better days. For example, the bottles in question are stained, labeled, and scratched up. Erajh and I agreed a while back that for the next baby we will just get new ones. And yet they linger in my home. I was never a huge fan of the exersaucer (it was great in theory, but not in actual use) and it’s missing a few parts. That jumperoo that I spent hours scouring craigslist to find because it was the one at Greenleigh’s school and the only one she ever really liked? Well, it turns out that Greenleigh never loved it in our house as much as she loved it at school. And the fact that it refuses to collapse, makes it a prime target for the Goodwill/donation pile. Oh and that swing I can’t get rid of? The motor is just about done and it makes a weird clicking noise from time to time, depending what speed you put it on. And yet they are all still in my house, each a memento of the time when they were so little.
Sure the idea of having more space in my house is appealing to me and now maybe you understand why my house looks like an episode of Hoarders, but please tell me that I’m not the only one attached to my “baby’s” things. Anyone else unable or find it difficult to part with them? Anything that you kept because you just couldn’t part with it?
Many new moms find themselves wanting to lose a few pounds after giving birth. The time it will take to loss those unwanted pregnancy pounds will depend of a number of factors, including how much time a new mom has to devote to exercise, nutrition and how much weight has to be lost.
Most doctors recommend that an expectant mother gain no more than 25-35 additional pounds. If this is the case, it will normally take only two to three months to drop the extra pounds. However, for those who were already overweight or gained more than the recommended amount during pregnancy, it could require more time to get down to a healthy body weight.
Consulting a Doctor
Just as a woman consulted her doctor during pregnancy for her delivery plans, like pain management and umbilical cord blood banking, a mother should share her post-delivery diet and exercise plans with her doctor before beginning them. Regardless of how enthusiastic a new mom is to get back into her favorite clothes, it is important to give the body enough time to fully recover before embarking on a vigorous weight loss plan. A physician can also recommend a nutritionist who can work with a new mom on a healthy menu that will provide her with the nutrients she needs, while allowing her to lose a reasonable amount of weight per week.
One of the main reasons that many of those who try to lose weight don’t succeed is that they don’t set realistic goals or give themselves the time necessary to achieve their goals. Also, no matter how disciplined we are, sometimes we fall of the wagon and indulge in the occasional candy bar or have more daily calories than was allowed on our meal plan. The plan should take these occasional slips into account.
Dieting in the traditional sense is never a good idea. First, because cutting out too many foods rarely has a lasting impact. Secondly, because it can be dangerous, especially for new moms who are breastfeeding. A better approach is to eat healthy, well-balanced meals. Also, drink plenty of water. Drinking water has been demonstrated to help people lose weight.
Creating a list of reasons she wants to get back into shape can be useful to a new mom. This list may include having more energy to spend with her kids or taking her new baby out on excursions to the park. The list might also include the fact that she will feel better about herself because she is taking the time to take care of her health.
Get Some Sleep
Getting enough rest has also been shown in studies to have an effect on weight loss. New moms who are up all night and sometimes sleep less than five hours a night tend to have a more difficult time losing weight. In part, this is due to bad food choices they make throughout the day as a way to make it through on too little sleep.
With the right mindset, goals and help from her a doctor, a mother can soon be feeling comfortable in her own body again. Caring for baby is always the number one concern for mothers, but tending to herself is equally as important to properly care for baby. With a healthy mother, a baby will grow and thrive too.
This article was written by Katie Moore. Katie is an active writer within the blogging community who discusses maternity, motherhood, prenatal health, childbirth and other topics within this niche. If you have any questions or would like to connect with Katie please contact by visiting her blog, Moore From Katie or her twitter @moorekm26.
Hazeline is over a year old, but she’s yet to show the sippy cup any love, so it appears that we are stuck with bottles for a while longer. [Insert heavy groan here.] It’s not that I want her off of the bottle. Actually, quite the opposite, I kinda like that she still loves her bottles. It reminds me that she’s still the little one and that she has so much growing left to do. Maybe it’s my way to keep her a baby just a little while longer. But cleaning and constructing them are a bit of a pain.
Hazeline’s bottles consist of six parts, including the cap. That’s a ton of cleaning. I’ve bought dishwasher racks and done everything I can to make it easy, but still, it’s a ton of work. It’s also a ton of parts…that often get lost. Toddler hands find them on the bottle shelf and carry them all over, meaning I find them in weird places in my house and don’t have them when I need them. Such a pain. But all those little parts are supposed to reduce discomfort and gas for the baby, so how could I not put up with them? And all the bottles I’ve tried that have fewer parts tend to leak. I really felt that there was no other option, but it turns out, there is – Evenflo Bebek.
A collection of bottles, nipples, training cups, and pacifiers, the Evenflo Bebek is specially designed to be more like mom. The wide nipple intended to ease transition from breast to bottle, and provides an easier latch for newborns. The rapid venting nipples are made to vent air into the bottle and not into baby’s stomach, which reduces gas, fussiness, and colic. By taking these precautions, feeding will be a stress-free, pain-free experience, allowing time to connect. We were lucky enough to get a chance to try these bottles, and can’t say enough good things about them.
Hazeline really likes the curved design, which is funny, because when I first saw the bottle, I didn’t give it much thought. Turns out, it gives her a better grip. She also likes the size of the bottle. We received 5 oz bottles for the purpose of this review, and it was the perfect size for her two afternoon bottles. The smaller size means that she can easily hold and carry the bottle, whereas she will sometimes get a little lazy with 8 oz bottles. I would have loved to have a 5 oz bottle when my girls were newborns, it seemed that they always needed more than 4 oz but less than 6 oz. The 5 oz is just perfect.
I like that the nipple and vent is one piece. Fewer parts means less cleaning and less of a chance of finding random bottle parts in strange places throughout my house. Construction of the bottle is quick and easy (’cause Hazeline may be patient, but she’s not going to wait long for a bottle), and they are dishwasher safe. They just so happen to fit perfectly in the dishwasher racks I already have. Most importantly, I love that these bottles were completely leak free. Not so much as a drop has escaped in the entire time we’ve used them.
The only problem that we had with this bottle was that Hazeline is somewhere between the two nipple levels that we tried. She isn’t quite ready for the fast flow nipple, but the slow flow nipple was too slow. This resulted in her lifting the bottles and taking small sips instead of drinking consistently. Surely there is another level between the two, we just need to go shopping and find it.
I highly recommend these bottles and will definitely be holding on to them for when we (eventually) have baby #3. To learn more about these bottles, check out the Evenflo Bebek web page.This review was made possible by Mom Spark Media. Thoughts are my own.
When Greenleigh was about 9 months old, I was out shopping (for baby clothes…shhhh, don’t tell Erajh) when I ran into her pediatrician. Greenleigh wasn’t with me at the time, but we stopped and chatted a few minutes. I really like Greenleigh’s pediatrician; you couldn’t ask for a more personable doctor. She even offered me a coupon that she had for the store that we were in. As we were parting, she casually mentioned, “I hope that I don’t see you again in the next couple days. It seems that when ever I see someone out of the office their kids end up in my office with an emergency very soon after.” Of course, Greenleigh was in the ER a few days later.
Early this morning, I walked into Hazeline’s room to hear her gasping for air. It was an awful sound. It was dark and I couldn’t tell if her nose was plugged or if it was just the way she was laying, but it was bad enough to cause alarm bells to go off in my head. I quickly got her up and brought her into our bedroom. I gave her the bottle I had prepared for her, but she couldn’t drink it. Then I was really freaked out. That little girl loves her bottles. The decision was made to go to the ER.
So off we went.
Naturally, this was the day that Erajh had dressed Hazeline before bed and her pajamas (tops/bottoms) weren’t even close to matching. You know that thing about wearing clean underwear, just in case? Make sure you dress your child in matching jammies, just in case. Of course, the hospital staff was great and pretended to pay no attention to the pajamas as they treated her. After a breathing treatment, a shot of epinephrine, and a little bit of rest, they were able to get Hazeline’s airway back to normal again. Or, well, close to normal. Her breathing was labored, but she wasn’t making that terrible noise anymore and for me that was a great improvement. It was scary and overwhelming at the time, but we were released a few hours later and she’s almost back to her normal self. Of course, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been in her room to check on her a dozen times tonight and the baby monitor is set to its loudest setting. But over all we’re improving and that’s a good thing.
So who’s to blame for this scary experience? The pediatrician. We happened to see her out having lunch with her family on Sunday afternoon. Clearly, this is the curse of the pediatrician. It’s a real thing. We need to get some sort of GPS locator for her or something.
Napping in the ER
The day of Greenleigh’s birthday party, she woke up “off”. I mean, she wasn’t sick, but she wasn’t herself. She actually woke up very similar to when she had the flu back in January, except she wasn’t throwing up at the mere suggestion of food. She was tired, lazy, and cranky – all the things she normally isn’t…scratch that, she’s often cranky, but the rest? Well, that’s just odd for her. As I explained to the pediatrician the day before, Greenleigh lives her life at a steady 12 on a scale of 1-10, with 10 being the most intense. Clearly all of this was happening because I dared to say that out loud. It probably had more to do with all the family in town and late nights associated with their arrival, but I wasn’t thinking rationally at the time. What had happened to my crazy, intense child?
I was panicked. We were contractually obligated to spend hundreds of dollars on her birthday party that day whether she was there or not. I had no real reason to keep her home, but the worst-case-scenario voice in my head kept thinking, “How will we party without a birthday girl there?”. How do you sing happy birthday to someone who isn’t actually there? Will we just skip that part and serve the cake? Surely this has happened to some poor soul out there, but I was frantically hoping and praying that it wasn’t going to happen for us.
I tried my hardest to get her up and excited about her party, to no avail. She actually told me she didn’t want to have a party. Um, no. This is definitely happening. I figured I would get her up and into the shower – the water would definitely wake her up. How could it not? Then she fell asleep in the shower. That was a first. I panicked a little more. She continued to fall asleep in strange places until we finally left the house and she started to perk up a bit. And by perk up, I mean she was able to stay awake for periods of time longer than 5 minutes.
Throughout the party she was a bit subdued. I mean, no one would know it except for me, because I’m her mom and I know how she really is. Instead of her steady 12 on the intensity scale, she was at a meager 2, if that. She quietly played with toys, sat completely still for the puppet show, and had to be reminded to eat her cupcake.
Hazeline on the other hand, had the time of her life. She wandered around the party and mingled, she played with every toy she could get her hands on, and she even ate an entire ice cream sundae by herself. It might as well have been her party. She certainly enjoyed it as if it was her party.
While watching Hazeline, my friend’s mother said, “You can always tell who the party is for because their sibling is having the best time. Parties are a lot of pressure.” Isn’t that the truth. During Hazeline’s party Greenleigh ran around like a crazy girl and had a ball. She was a little leery of the petting zoo, but she rode the ponies, ate like she had never eaten before, and bounced in the bounce house until they came to take it away. Hazeline had fun, but she got tired quickly. She seemed pretty over the whole party thing by the time we did her cake. So while neither one of them was around while I planned their individual parties, addressed invites, or ordered custom cakes, they felt the pressure of their party and caved.
At least they each got to enjoy a party this year. Too bad it wasn’t their own.
Next year I might just tell Greenleigh that her birthday is in March and Hazeline that her birthday is in April. Maybe that will straighten the situation out. But why stop there? I maybe I’ll keep their birthdays flipped for a while. It could cause long-term trauma when they realize what I did (surely I would have to confess their real birthdays by the time they hit driving age), but it would also make my life a ton easier. Easy decision if you ask me.
Have you ever noticed that a siblings enjoy the party more than the birthday child? Or have you ever had a party go on without the birthday child due to injury, illness, or unforeseen circumstances? I would love for you to share your stories!