I used to be against pacifiers

Pacifier
I always hated pacifiers and judged parents if they used them. I told my husband I never wanted a pacifier near our kid’s mouth.

Then I gave birth. Two days later our little angel (and everyone else!!) wanted to sleep. I couldn’t feed him to sleep because my breasts were sore, so we broke down and got a pacifier. (Thankfully, our kid was very good at breastfeeding, so we weren’t worried about this interfering with his meals).

This whole incident made me think about judging others: it’s never helpful. Everyone has their reasons for doing what they’re doing, and unless you understand all of them, you’re simply not seeing the whole picture. My sister used to say she stopped looking down on parents whose kids were throwing a wobbly in the supermarket after she had to deal with her kids melting down — I get that now.

Improve Your Life By Changing Your Habits

Green Bowls
We’re starting to think about baby-proofing our home, so we moved all of our plates and cups from low, open shelves in the dining room to our kitchen cabinets. But now, every time I want a cup of tea or to eat dinner, I walk to the wrong place to get my plate. I can’t believe how ingrained the ritual of getting my coffee cup is.

“Where I keep my plates” isn’t the only habit in my life. I also brush my teeth the same way, drive to work the same way and walk through the grocery store in the same order each week. It got me thinking that if you want to change your life, you need to change your habits. One by one, each habit you change will bring you closer to the life you’ve always wanted.

What habits are you holding on to? What are some destructive paths you want to leave behind you?

It sure is a pain the first few days to go to a different place for your silverware, but before you know it the new place feels right.

Buying Baby Clothes affordably

Baby ClothesBaby clothes are expensive!  To add insult to injury, they never even wear some clothes because they grow so quickly.  If you don’t have hand-me-downs or a network of moms willing to pass on stuff, we have had great success at op shops (or thrift stores as you call them in America).

Most baby clothes aren’t worn very much, so they’re in much better shape than adult clothes… and the shops near us have enough of a variety that it’s pretty easy to find something that fits.  A quick wash when I get home and they’re as good as new.

I know that you aren’t able to get the latest styles, but your kids can still look really cute… and it doesn’t hurt to teach them from a young age that material things aren’t always what they’re cracked up to be.

Dreaming of holding my child

Holding Baby Hand

For the last few months, both my wife and I have consistently dreamed about holding our baby. I would usually go into the symbolism of the dream (a baby is a new idea or project… and by holding it, I’m about ready to start something new… since the mood is nurturing, I’m ready to foster the new idea), but really I think my mind is trying to get a grip on the real baby that is usually on my lap.

It’s a strange dream to wake up with because I always think the pillow in my arms is a baby. I gently cradle the pillow and set it down so that I can get up to use the restroom. It always takes a good 30 seconds to realize the pillow is not actually my baby.

I think this is a strange phenomena of being a parent. Your life changes so suddenly and there are so many new ideas you need to be ready for — like it or not. It’s a lot to take in.

Have other parents had dreams like this?

Gdiapers to the rescue

gDiapers

Courtesy of gDiapers.com

When you have a baby, you are suddenly prevented with a lot of choices you need to make.  Where do you send them to school?  Do you buy them trendy clothes?  What do you feed them?  What sort of toys and entertainment do you allow?

We found ourselves struggling a lot over our diaper decision.  Since babies can wear 10 diapers a day easily, we’ll probably have to buy (and dispose of 5,000+ diapers) before we start potty-training.

We actually live in a great time for diapers.  In addition to cloth and disposable diapers, they are also starting to manufacture flushable diapers, such as gDiapers.  There are so many choices that would make any cave-woman jealous.

We really wanted a diaper that wouldn’t sit in the landfill (5,000 times), but my husband wasn’t keen on the “yuckiness” of cloth.  So we gave flushables a price, despite the extra price.

So far, we’ve been very happy.  They are actually more absorbent than the disposable diapers we tried, which means his onesies and sheets last longer.

Being a parent has made us confront a lot of questions that are usually easy to side-skirt.  (How important is the environment — compared to cheaper diapers) and it’s really made us ask who we want to me.  We’ve learned a lot about ourselves by the choices we make for our son.

This blog is out… the baby is crying :)

Holding a crying baby

RainDroplets

One of the hardest parts of parenting has been holding a crying baby and simply waiting for him to stop crying.

Our little guy has gotten so tired that he forgets how to sleep.  You can feel the tiredness in his heavy arms… see the anguish on his face… but nothing you do helps.  You can’t make him fall asleep.  You can’t sleep for him.  You can only nudge him in the direction of sleep.

The first time I felt his little tears against my hand, it broke my heart.  But it has also taught me a lot about empathy.  Holding someone in pain — when there is nothing you can do to help — is a touching experience that helps you discover the meaning of true, unconditional love.

The Joy Of Milk

Glass Of Milk
My son loves milk.  When he starts to drink it, his whole face lights up… he is completely focused… he smacks and savors it… there is nothing in his world aside from milk when he’s drinking.

What a great way to live!  I’m inspired by his enthusiasm.  I adore his commitment.  He is 100% zen in the moment.  The tears are forgotten.  Worries don’t exist.  He is blissed out enjoying what he loves.  His passion flood his existence.

I hope as a parent I never rob him of this mentality.

The more I watch him, the more I think babies are born perfect.

What we can learn from peek-a-boo

Peek a boo
My son has just started to sort of play peek-a-boo.  As an adult, it’s hard to believe he actually thinks I vanish when I pull the blanket over my face.  (And what a scary world it must be if everything disappears forever when you turn your head!)

But peek-a-boo got me thinking about a hard time in my life after college.  I had moved to a new city.  I was unhappy.  I was lonely.  In many ways, it felt like all of my friends — my whole world in fact — had disappeared.  The only time it would reappear was the weekend when I would drive a few hours to see old friends.

I may have learned that objects exist when I closed my eyes, but emotionally I hadn’t mastered the game of peek-a-boo.  I felt happiest on the weekends when I was back with familiar friends and places.  It was hard for me to keep that joy and positivity the rest of the week when the blanket was pulled over my head.

Peek-a-boo has made me realize that friends and family are always there to help… and that you’re rarely alone when communication is so easily accessible.  You just have to remember to have meaningful, real conversations — not status updates about the toast you had for breakfast (which happened to be a bit dry, by the way).