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Wednesday, 31 May 2006 |
  For Mother’s Day this year, my darling daughter gave me a day off.
On the back of a photo of her and my husband waving bye bye at the camera was written, “Mommy: You deserve a day off. I’ll watch Daddy. He’ll be ok, I promise.” So a couple Saturdays ago I had a whole day to myself for the first time in almost 12 months.
And it’s not that I even needed a lot of time to do something; it’s more that I needed time from being constantly “on”. I’ve never been more than one nursing away from my daughter; for the past six months I’ve been planning her solid meals as well, and for the past three months that’s included dicing fruits and vegetables thrice daily, coming up with a variety of nutritious starches for each meal, and rotating a medley of healthy protein for her. I spend half my day moving her towards or getting her up from a nap, arranging walks around crabby times and snack breaks, and in general always thinking three steps ahead. I’m away from the house regularly for work – I’m not saying I’m never separate from her. But even when I’m out I’m on a short leash. As soon as work is over I’m rushing home to nurse her and put her to sleep. If I get to work 15 minutes early I run through Buy Buy Baby to buy the babyproofing gadget/sunhat/sippy cup we need and never have time to get. When my mom watches her and we’re at a movie (twice so far in the past twelve months), it’s racing home in time for lunch/snack/not imposing too much on mom.
My life revolves around her. So for one brief day, the world stopped turning, and I walked away.
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Tuesday, 30 May 2006 |
This week’s poll is up and running, and is a doozy.
This week
I want to hear how you define yourself as a mother. Are you a stay-at-home
mom? Do you work in the house? Outside the house? Have you made some sort
of unique blend that works for you?
The mommy war – stay-at-homes
vs. work-outside-the-homes – has been supposedly going on for a decade or
so now, and we all bristle at labels. So let’s see which ones you pick for
yourself. I’ve been doing a lot of reading on this and will be eager to
see what you say. I’ve got my own strong opinions on the subject
(surprise!) and hate the idea of being forced into a box myself, so I look
forward to talking about this next week. Please keep in mind that I'm not
trying to make anyone feel bad for the choices she's made; I'm mad at
society for pitting us against each other, for not providing adequate
national daycare options, and more. But I'm getting ahead of myself. So
weigh in on this, and if you think I haven't created a category that
describes you, or you have a unique story to tell, email me - I'd love to
hear about it.
And remember – you don’t need to be a registered
user to vote; simply click to have your voice heard; the poll's on the
right side of this home page, just below all the page tabs.
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Tuesday, 30 May 2006 |
I’ve got last week’s poll results in, and I realized that for the first time since I’ve been doing these polls, I wasn’t able to vote in it!
The poll asked when you first left your child overnight, and I haven’t done it yet. I’m not surprised that fewer people voted in this poll than any other one I’ve taken; we’re all pretty new at the mommy biz, and it takes a while to be able to leave kiddo overnight for the first time.
Of those who responded, most were separated for the first time around pre-school age or a bit younger; the earliest a mom reported having an overnight away was about one year of age.
I actually came very close to being able to vote in this thing; I nearly left my daughter overnight when she was less than four months old. I was my girlfriend Abby’s birth coach, and she went into the hospital for an induction because of low fluid on an evening about one week shy of Madeleine’s four-month mark. I raced to the hospital wondering if they’d have a pump they might lend me in the event this became an all-nighter, leaving behind a hungry child, three bottles of pumped milk, and a panicked husband who’d never put her to bed by herself before.
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Sunday, 28 May 2006 |
A couple months ago, Madeleine discovered her nose.
As a parking spot.
The first time Maddie realized her finger was the same size as her nostril was Christmas morning and a birthday party all wrapped into one. Fortunately for me, she’s not (yet) turned into a nose picker; rather than view her nose as a source of food, she sees it as a musical instrument.
You see, she’s learned that putting a finger up her nose and singing produces the coolest sound ever. She experiments by plugging the nostril, crooning, and holding the note while she moves her finger in and out. She smiles delightedly, even as I rush to end the concert.
So we’re working on reproducing the sound without actually having to park. I’ve taught my daughter to put her finger next to her nose to approximate the same sound without the attractive visual to go with it. Thus far she’s good-naturedly agreed to go along with it.
I fear the fascination may be taking a new turn, though.
Recently at church we stood up as godparents during a dedication ceremony and of course Maddie was with us. She’d attached to a crayon during the service so we nervously allowed her to bring it along; it was white, so what harm could it do?
I can only hope that I was angled away from the video camera while Madeleine happily stuck the crayon up her nose.
Repeatedly.
At least she didn't provide accompanying vocals.
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Thursday, 25 May 2006 |
I wanted to finish off our official Sleep Week here at 1M2A on a positive
note. I look back and see a week of frustration and venting and hysterical
relief that things have gotten better, and I have to cleanse my kvetching
palate with the part of Maddie and sleeping that I love: mornings.
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also have to make a confession in the interest of full disclosure.
I’ve
been on the record as a Ferber girl and have already said that the family
bed doesn’t work for us. But the truth is, we do sometimes snuggle up
together and I’m honestly a bit addicted.
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