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  • Lisa Tucker: The Cure for Modern Life: A Novel

    Lisa Tucker: The Cure for Modern Life: A Novel
    I really enjoyed The Cure for Modern Life. It raised some interesting issues and grounded them in well-developed characters. The characters truly seemed to follow their own course, rather than preaching some agenda. And I managed to read it in three days - which is nothing short of a miracle. (****)

  • Stefanie Wilder-Taylor: Naptime Is the New Happy Hour: And Other Ways Toddlers Turn Your Life Upside Down

    Stefanie Wilder-Taylor: Naptime Is the New Happy Hour: And Other Ways Toddlers Turn Your Life Upside Down
    A hybrid of girlfriend gossip-meets-girlfriend advice that's good for the soul. It's not really a how-to or a manual, but she does have some good suggestions mixed in with the humor. But who are we really kidding? What we're really after is the humor. At least I am. Because I can find all the advice I could ever need - and more. way. WAY more. - on the internet. Whereas finding good humor that steps over the line every so often with a well-placed swear word every now and then, well, that's much harder to find. And if it's one thing that mom of toddlers need, it's a good laugh. (*****)

  • Andy Steiner: Spilled Milk: Breastfeeding Adventures and Advice from Less-Than Perfect Moms

    Andy Steiner: Spilled Milk: Breastfeeding Adventures and Advice from Less-Than Perfect Moms
    A great read for any Mom preparing to tackle breastfeeding. It's not a guide, per se, but more like the conversations your best girlfriends would have (or are having) about their time in the trenches. It's non-judgmental, and does a balanced job of presenting both the tough and triumphant moments of breastfeeding. A great present for your friend's baby shower. (****)

  • Editors of Parenting Magazine: Baby Must-Haves: The Essential Guide to Everything from Cribs to Bibs

    Editors of Parenting Magazine: Baby Must-Haves: The Essential Guide to Everything from Cribs to Bibs
    Overall, I would recommend this guide for first-time parents who want to get an idea of what items they'll need prior to doing the nitty-gritty research about which brands to choose, and for those of us who'd like a refresher course before hitting the slopes again. But save your real research for the internet, consumer-reviews, and your circle of other mom-friends. (**)

  • Jenny Minton: The Early Birds : A Mother's Story for Our Times

    Jenny Minton: The Early Birds : A Mother's Story for Our Times
    Overall, this is an interesting read for any mother. I've cried, come close to being pissed off, and then quickly forgiven the author because of her deeply honest approach. The title is too lighthearted for the subject matter, but I think it's a worthwhile read. Check out my review for more details. (****)

  • Susan Straub: Reading with Babies, Toddlers, and Two's

    Susan Straub: Reading with Babies, Toddlers, and Two's
    If you need a reason to go spend more money at a book store, this book is perfect for you! See more detailed info in my review. (***)

  • Peter Kuhns: Blogosphere : Best of Blogs

    Peter Kuhns: Blogosphere : Best of Blogs
    I can't give it less than three stars, 'cause I'm IN IT! It's really a compendium of blogs and synopses of their authors and contents. A blog roll in print. (***)

Banana's Reads

  • : The Little Red Hen (Little Golden Book)

    The Little Red Hen (Little Golden Book)
    Forever a classic. I remember this story from my childhood, and my mother from hers. The repetitive language lets Hannah read along with me and the lesson is instructive to say the least: If you don't help, you don't enjoy the rewards. (*****)

  • Joy Cowley: Gracias The Thanksgiving Turkey (Scholastic Bookshelf)

    Joy Cowley: Gracias The Thanksgiving Turkey (Scholastic Bookshelf)
    Cute storyline about Thanksgiving that isn't at all focused on the history of it. Plus, a pet that doesn't get eaten. A few Spanish vocabulary words are a good bonus. (****)

  • Spike Lee: Please, Baby, Please

    Spike Lee: Please, Baby, Please
    Great art and scenarios that both parents and kids will relate to. Throw in the fact that the family is black (and that's not the "theme" of the story) and you win my vote. Hannah asks for a second read every time. I think she relates to the curly hair. (*****)

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September 29, 2007

37.31

That's the number of hours per week I spend nursing.  On average.  That's damn near a full time job, people.  To say nothing of my other kid, household crap, and, oh yeah, my paid work. 

Just a few short days ago it was even worse.  I went back to feeding on both breasts each feeding and that seems to have worked wonders.  The best I can figure, my oversupply/hindmilk/foremilk issue worked itself out and she was actually too hungry for just one side.  I'm now getting one stretch of 5+ hours somewhere in the night.  It's not much, but you cannot imagine how it helps.  Or perhaps you can.

Yesterday was a no-good awful day.  Way too awful to write down the blow-by-blow.  Suffice it to say that by the end of the day I'd moved past crying right into laughing because of the overwhelming nature of it all.  None of it was really that bad.  Just meltdowns for everyone and a healthy dash of ironic problems thrown in for fun.  By the time Todd got home I was wreck and we had to have a talk.  The talk involved the word "appreciation", reiterated throughout for greater effect.  We'll see.

Today is much better, as the hormone pendulum makes its way back.  Hopefully I'll get to linger at the midpoint for a while.

September 26, 2007

Repeat After Me: "You Are Not In Control of Your Own Body."

At times I think this entire universe is being ruled by hormones.  Sure, sure, we go about our daily lives making "decisions" and steering the course of our lives this way and that.  But are we really the ones in the driver's seat? 

Take the past two days from my life as an example:

The night before last, my husband and I "reconvened the procedure".  Just prior, I was feeling tired and a bit whiny, truth be told.  I was sleep deprived (really, when will I not be?) and being petulant about Todd not picking up on my one-time mention of the possibility of reconvening earlier that day.  But after, something strange happened.  I was high.  No, seriously: High.  As in chemically altered. 

"But wait!" you protest, "You're a nursing mom! You shouldn't be experimenting with mind-altering drugs!"  And you would be right.  But unfortunately, I am the subject of some involuntary chemical processes, nonetheless.  This one in particular goes by the name oxytocin, and dude, it's some pretty heavy stuff.

Oxytocin is the "love hormone" responsible for bonding and attachment in both men and women.  It's also responsible for let-down during nursing and uterine contractions.  Oh yes, and you happen to release a good dose with an orgasm, too.  Did I mention that the street drug "X" works by increasing your levels of oxytocin? 

Between my recently post partum status, non-stop nursing, and a really nice... um, "convening" I must have run headlong into a mega dose of oxytocin.  For over two hours afterward I lay wide awake thinking the most unbelievably smooshy, melted-s'mores love thoughts imaginable.  It was absurd.  I constructed imaginary love letters to my husband; missives of gratitude and, yep, love, to nearly every family member living or dead; and e-mails of adoration to bloggers and friends.  I thanked God a million times over for the perfection that is my family.  And I laughed at myself and the absurdity of this high as I desperately tried to recall the name of that hormone that does this! I even came downstairs to my computer to Google it.

My case of the lovies lasted well into the next morning, though the actually high was gone - a lovey hangover, if you will.  Then, that afternoon, my good friend delivered her baby boy, and more loviness ensued as her older daughter (two-and-a-half) asked me to hold her up because "I wanna see my baby brudder!"  After, I went to dinner with a friend and told her about my oxytocin high and how weird it was, but also how nice.  And then I returned home.

You know where this is going, right?

Caroline had a hellish night.  She was up nearly every two hours and I simply cannot hang with this sort of pace any more.  Gone were the mushy thoughts, replaced by hard, sharp-edged coffee tables of thoughts that ended in pleas for my fuzzy-headed wee one to just PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, GO BACK TO SLEEP.

The ugliness didn't stop there.  Suddenly, my perfect husband was an ignorant ass, incapable of figuring out that diaper change might be a good strategy for calming an infant, or that taking the screaming infant out of earshot of the battle-worn mother might be a good thing to do.  I won't even describe the thoughts that passed through my brain when my now-irritatingly-inept husband asked if I wouldn't mind if he took a small nap this morning.

And where is logic in all of this?  Has reason taken a vacation?  What do we mere mortals do in the face of such uncontrollable forces?  Well, I for one, think it's quite obvious that reason has evaporated and that all of us - men and women - are simply marionettes in of the great hormone-making puppet master.  I just hope she knows what she's doing up there.

September 23, 2007

Side-by-Side

When people see Hannah and Caroline together, their first comments tend to revolve around their difference.  Things like "Oh how cute! One of them looks just like her mommy, and the other like her daddy!"  And they're right. 

But for anyone who was around when Hannah was little, the striking thing is how similar they look at the same age.  It's uncanny, really.  The big differences seem to be the amount of hair and the amount of, well, baby.  Caroline has more of both.

What's that you say?  You want proof?  Okay, fine.  I took some time out of my schedule to bring you some comparisons.  Let's play Name That Baby!

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How'd you do?

September 22, 2007

Smile!!

There are few moments in life more precious than this: the first time your baby smiles at you.  "Momentous" comes close to describing it, but still falls short.  When you watch this beautiful, yummy-smelling lump of a being morph into a real person - better yet, a real person who LOVES you - well words simply fail.  All that sleep deprivation, hours of gassiness, colic, infant acne, explosive poo on the nursery wall, sore nipples, and whatever other complaints you might have fall away and you are left with nothing but joy.

Especially if you have your camera near by and are able to capture the moment on film.
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September 21, 2007

Big Girl

Hannah is at that age now where people start to ask about potty training.  Her height doesn't help, since people often think she's a year or two older than she actually is.  The few inquiries we've had have all been well-intentioned and not overly laden with judgment or unwanted advice.  We simply explain that we're waiting for her to decide to go on her own - especially since Caroline's arrival, which was sure to cause some regressions of skills already mastered, let alone those that hadn't yet surfaced.

Hannah has little potties.  And she has a Dora potty seat.  She has some undies, both the super padded variety and the regular, decorative sort.  Her favorites feature "princesseseses" and "George" (of Curious fame).  A couple of times early in the summer she successfully peed on the potty.  But they were random incidences and did not repeat.  I was quite sure we wouldn't see any progress until around age three or so, given her apparent lack of concern over being wet or dirty and a seeming inability to determine when she was going.  And I was fine with that because changing her diapers really doesn't bug me that much.  Plus, I really didn't want to have to work at it.

But last week, unbeknown to me, Mrs. B, her mothers-day-out teacher asked if she'd like to sit on the potty.  "No, I'm okay," she replied, "I'll try next week."  Then Sunday, while at a friend's house, Hannah announced that she needed to pee.  I thought she'd just sit on the potty for a while and that would be that.  But she didn't.  She peed!  At someone else's house on someone else's potty!

We had a wee celebration (c'mon, I can't pass up that double entendre!), cleaned up the potty, and did some high-fives.  Then later that afternoon, after her nap, I told her she could wear panties but she had to remember to tell me when she needed to go potty. 

And she did.  Twice!

And then more the next day.  And every day since she's gone at least two or three times and had only two accidents!  She's gone while strangers were here and she's gone in both bathrooms.  It's amazing!  Of course, we're still taking things really slowly, wearing diapers for naps and nighttime, outings, and to Mrs. B's.  And I'm sure number two is still a ways off.

But it's official now:  She's a big girl.  Sorry: Big Girl.  (I'm sure she'd notice the difference.)

September 20, 2007

You Know You're Sleep Deprived When...

You damn near brush your teeth with a product called "Bikini Zone".

September 16, 2007

It Ain't Too Pretty

My Dad mentioned today that I haven't taken recent pictures of Caroline.  He's right.  I haven't.  There's the many-edged sword of sleep deprivation, colic, and the inability to detach myself from her for more than two hours at a time to contend with.

But moreover, this is what six-weeks-old has looked like over here:
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Not that a raging case of infant acne, a tortured scream, and a greasy toupee of a hairdo aren't attractive.  I just get the feeling Caroline may wish we hadn't documented it.  Oh well.  Too late.

But the again, if you catch her on a good note, it ain't too bad, either:
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September 15, 2007

Why I Stopped Going Out in a Bikini

I told you before I left for the hospital I'd share some truthful belly shots.  Well, I didn't end up having time.  But since then, I've adjusted the brightness (my camera's flash had a sync issue) and, well, you can't say I didn't warn you.

I'm too embarrassed to actually publish the photos here.  But you can check them out on flickr.  Among the best are my profile, which so often scared passersby; my stretch marks, which looked far worse in adequate lights; and my veins, which were so dark they managed to show up despite the flash issue.  And let us not forget my expression of bemusement at having to get up at 3:00 am to give birth.

Let it never be said that my vanity trumped my journalistic spirit of honesty.

September 13, 2007

A Big Idea!... that I can tell you nothing about.

I hate it when other people do this, but I can't help myself. 

I've had an idea brewing for several months now and just last week I had an epiphany that instead of mere pondering I should, in fact, pursue it.  It's a business concept.  And, because it involves a very proprietary idea, I can't tell you squat.  Except that, if done right, it could be huge.  Huge, huge.  And I'm really, um, tweaked?  What are the cool kids saying in lieu of "excited" these days?

If I can pull this off, eventually, I'll need your help.  So stay tuned for more vague references!  (I know you're at the edge of your seat with anticipation.)

September 10, 2007

Things I Could Not Live Without... and a few that I could.

Here we go, guys and gals.  Okay, mostly gals.  Nearly exclusively gals.  It's time for Product Reviews from a Sleep Deprived Mom (TM), arranged in the order in which I've used them:

The Itzbeen Timer
Thanks to you, my faithful readers, I purchased one of these about a month before Caroline was born.  It is, without a doubt, my most favorite baby-related purchase, hands-down, no contest.  This small timer (it fits in the palm of your hand) follows a very simple, yet remarkably necessary concept: sleep deprived parents cannot calculate time.  In other words, we have no idea how long "itzbeen" since we last did something.

The gadget has four buttons, one for diaper changes, feeding, sleep, and a miscellaneous button that you can assign to things like pain meds for mom, or later, reflux meds for the kid... or perhaps how long it's been since you last elbowed your snoring husband while nursing.  Ahem.  All you have to do is push the button for the corresponding action each time you do it.  The timer starts a count-down, letting you know that indeed, only 2 hours have elapsed since you last fed your wee screaming infant, etc.  Simple, yes.  Genius, damn skippy.

The timer also comes with several additional features I've found habit-forming useful.
1. a little switch to tell you which breast you last fed on (obviously, for those who're nursing)
2. a miraculously bright, tiny little flash light at the top, which you can aim at your kiddo during the night to a) make sure they're still breathing, b) see if they're about to fall out of their chair since you left the lap belt undone, or c) aim at your snoring husband while nursing in a feeble attempt to annoy him awake.
3. a little button that lights up the display and buttons without blinding the slits you used to refer to as eyes
4. a lock that prevents your two-year-old from reseting each and every timer while she plays with the "cool" purple and blue lights, or you from reseting them when you shove it in your diaper bag
5. an "alarm" you can set if you need some reminder other than a screaming baby... which I haven't yet used

The only way I can conceive to improve upon the product is to offer a more expensive version that could save up to a week's worth of data which could be printed out in a log via your computer.  It would be handy to take to the pediatrician's office.

Overall, the Itzbeen Timer earns an unequivocal * * * * * rating from moi.

Aden + Anais Muslin Swaddling Wraps
I ordered these thin muslin swaddling blankets after reading about them in a parenting magazine.  I love swaddling, but I knew that doing so in the middle of a Texas summer might prove challenging.  Plus, traditional receiving blankets are often too freakin' small to really swaddle well.  I took two of these to the hospital with us, and man was I glad I did!  Even the nurses commented on how much they liked them.  Their large size makes swaddling really easy and they're so thin and light weight that you don't have to fear smothering your baby. 

Since the hospital, I've also found them highly useful as nursing cover-ups.  Again, the large size means I can cover everything (no tummy rolls showing from the back, thank you very much), and the thinness means Caroline won't emerge a sweat-soaked, red-faced monster.

Care is super easy, too.  Regular machine washing and drying, and they get softer ever time.

Aden + Anais Muslin Swaddling wraps get a * * * * * rating, too.

Sweet Pea Baby Slings
This time around, I knew the wonderful magic of slings for fussy babies and moms who crave the use of their arms.  But I also knew that the slings I'd used in the past were too big, size-wise, and too bulky, design-wise.  I looked all over and found this woman on eBay, but purchased straight through her site.  She makes hand-made pouch slings in a wide array of sizes and great color combinations.  The best part: they cost about half of what the fancy, name-brand ones do.  So I bought two. (My motto: if the shoe fits, find a dress to match!)

I took one to the hospital with me, where it earned its asking price in one single night.  After trying to get Caroline squared away, I finally tucked her in the sling and slept for a solid three hours with her against my chest.  Later, at home, my mom used the sling to keep her happy while doing other household chores, and I've used them numerous times to go for walks or get work done while Caroline worked her way through some fussy moments hours.

The care for these is great, too.  Regular wash and dry on low.  They fold easily, take up next to zero space in my diaper bag, and the fabric is just right for nearly any season.  Plus, they're reversible!  Which means I bought four slings!  And I do get a kick out of doing business with a mom-run company.

* * * * *  for Sweet Pea Slings.

DVR, Tivo, Call it what you will
I call it a godsend.  How I ever got through all those nighttime nursing sessions without my DVR when Hannah was born is beyond me.  Now I can watch every show I ever even thought had the slightest chance of holding my interest instead of watching hours of infomercials about the best ladder ever or the newest powder makeup.  Plus, I can rewind to watch the part I missed while Caroline was screaming or pause for a diaper change.  Miracle, I tell you.

DVR earns yet another * * * * * rating.

LilyPadz
These nifty gadgets are likely the only crossover from the world of stripping into the world of suburban mommyhood.  Well, at least the only one I care to know about.  Yes indeed, they're pasties for the nursing mom.  These little silicon-y, slightly-sticky cups work by depressing the nipple and preventing let-down.  Their sleek form keeps you from looking like a sixth-grade bra-stuffing version of yourself and they're constantly re-usable, leaving your trash can less full and your wallet less empty.

However... they haven't really worked for me.  There are two basic problems.  The first: I can't figure a way to gracefully nurse in public while wearing these.  Their shape and stickiness require that they be set somewhere.  I find a table top unacceptable because it seems too public and usually too yucky (read: Target snack bar table with questionable food stains).  And my knee won't work because I'm just not reliably coordinated and the chances of either me or Caroline knocking it off onto the floor (see above, only even grosser) is simply too great.  The second: You have to be careful to keep the edge of the cup from lapping over onto a bit of clothing or nursing bra, or else you'll break the seal and leak. 

This may also be related to my oversupply issue, which leaves me uncomfortable with pushing the envelope.  I'm hopeful that once the oversupply is solved, I'll figure out a way to make these work for me in public.  In the meantime, I've found a way to make the Lansinoh disposable pads a little less obvious (they come folded in half and can leave a noticeable fold right across the nipple) by turning them inside out and working out the fold before putting them in my bra.

The LilyPadz earn * * * rating on the sleep-deprived mom scale.

Interesting Side Notes

- Did you know that the Brest Friend pillow now has the slip covers for sale individually?  I bought one because mine was used to begin with and then was handed down to three other mothers between the reigns of Hannah and Caroline.  Sadly, I only used mine for about 1.5 weeks this time, as Caroline needs to be held nearly upright during feeds and frankly, the need for a great nursing pillow lessens as you know more about what you're doing the second time around.

- The Fisher-Price Baby Papasan Chair makes a better bassinet than a bassinet.  Plus, if you can set it on a table in your bedroom, it takes up less space.

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