I didn't intend to take a break from blogging. I had every intention to keep on writing through the festive season. I really did. It's just that, life got so busy. Cooking, entertaining, cleaning, recovering by the pool. Repeat. Finding the space and time to write just hasn't been easy. Today I'm getting ready to head down the coast to spend NYE with family friends. It's only the second time since I had kids that we've been invited to someone else's place for new years so I'm excited. I love having people at my home too but sometimes it's nice to be hosted by someone else.
I've got a couple of blogs brewing for the new year but in the meantime thought I'd put together a list of the ones that got you talking the most in 2013. If you're a new seventies baby [welcome!] this may be a good snapshot for you and if you've been here from the beginning [thank you!] you may remember some of these.
I love hearing from you so if you feel so inclined, please leave me a comment [positive or negative]. You're the second most important person that I'm writing for after all.
The one about my little sister, PIMA... - this is my opportunity to mentor a young woman in today's world.
The one about the vagina... - guess what? Vaginas are not dirty... despite what marketers will tell you.
The one about my Dad... - sometimes it’s the quiet little memory in the corner, hoping to go unnoticed that, in fact, gets your attention.
The one about the paedophile... - sometimes sick fuckers look like nice guys... and girls.
The one about my brush with fame... - I could have been Tania Senna. Just sayin'.
The one about obese kids... - what do you do if your kid is allergic to calories?
The one where I give my boys relationship tips... - there's a few mums around that I wish had dished this advice out to their boys. Would've saved me a lot of wasted time.
The one that pissed off a lot of my male readers... - because women can't joke about sex.
The one in which I confess to not liking kids... - judge me if you will.
The one where I weigh in on breastfeeding in public... - and two of my favourite photos as a mum.
So, that's the top 10 for 2013. Thanks for coming along for the ride... I hope to keep you reading and talking in 2014.
Happy New Year guys. Stay safe. Stay happy. Love. Be loved. I wish you good times and sleep.
Tan xx
Showing posts with label breast feeding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label breast feeding. Show all posts
Tuesday, 31 December 2013
Tuesday, 22 January 2013
The Great Boob Debate
For days all I have seen are discussions about boobs.
So, I got on board the booby train and started by watching the Kochie segment from Sunrise where he says breastfeeding mums should be 'classy'. This segment has caused apparent outrage within mum communities Australia-wide.
It disturbed me. But, it would seem, not for the same opinion of majority.
WHAT is the big deal? He raised it as a topic of discussion with his own, not unreasonable, opinion and then listened and took on what the women on his panel had to say. Big deal. It didn't offend me AT ALL. It was controversial and on topic and a very clever ratings choice. Plus, he's an older, conservative bloke. Who cares what he thinks?
I breastfed both my boys until after their 1st birthdays. I did so on demand and I did so publicly. I did it in restaurants, in parks, at parties, walking around at kindergym. I never felt ashamed or unwelcome but I did consider where I was and who I was with. Is that an archaic thought? Or is that polite?
I loved the parent rooms at shopping centres. I would seek them out to breastfeed my babies in. Especially when I had a toddler in tow. Not because I felt the need to hide from the public eye. I found it relaxing to sit there in a comfy chair which usually had an arm rest to... wait for it... rest on. Where I could watch my other son safely playing nearby and where my baby could enjoy a full feed instead of being distracted by what was happening around us and coming on and off and on and off and on and off... you get the picture.
My father-in-law [JP] was in his 70's when my son Nathan, his first grand child, was born. He was extremely invested in him and not only fully supported my decision to breastfeed, but expected me to. "Why you feed from bottle when you have your own milk?" JP would often come and spend the day with me and Nathan while my husband was at work to keep me company, make me lunch and help out around the house. Pretty progressive for a 70 year old Ukrainian man. But, he felt uneasy being in the room with me when I breastfed. He would politely leave the room or hilariously talk to me from the doorway, looking at the ceiling or the floor or his hands. So I knew, if I needed to breastfeed around him wherever we were, that he would appreciate me being respectful of that. Did that make me feel dirty or ashamed or unsupported? Not at all. My 30 something brother was exactly the same. He would up and leave the room the minute he saw me reaching for my enormous maternity bra clip. He called my breastfeeding 'lactaaaaaaaaysions' [drawn out exactly like that] and would run out the room saying [sometimes screaming] "Oh my God, Tania's got her lactaaaaaaaaysions again". Did that offend me? Not at all. Did I laugh? Almost every time.
Yes, breastfeeding is natural. Yes, as mothers, we have the right to feed our babies wherever and whenever they need to be fed. No, it's not sexual or suggestive. Yes, many fashion choices today actually show more flesh than a breastfeeding mum. Unless the breastfeeding baby is like my youngest Stefan. A baby who was on the boob every two hours but would have no problem coming off and having a look around for, I don't know a minute that felt like an hour, while my entire breast and enormous, leaking nipple is in full view of what seemed like the whole world.
Is being discreet or modest or respectful of others around us so wrong?
There's been a lot of talk about the boob and victim blaming and empowerment and destroying the joint. I get it. Women's rights weren't won by being polite. But is this about women's rights? This crazy reaction to a television personality's fairly moderate opinion seems a bit OTT. This, to me, seems VERY much like those 'first world problems' we keep joking about. There are worldwide protests and outrage over horrendous acts against women. Genital mutilation. Gang raping. Murder. Murder by gang raping. A woman at a local pool is asked to move because she is breastfeeding her 11 month old [who, by the way, is on solids and does not solely rely on mum's milk for her nourishment anymore... just saying] and the online communities light up. Some bloke, who is actually pro-breastfeeding says maybe mums should be 'classy' about it [whatever that means] and there's a PROTEST of mums breastfeeding outside the studio.
Really?
I am totally in support of breastfeeding in public. I am also in support of women doing so in whatever fashion they feel comfortable with.
But... if you want to feed your baby in front of my brother or JP or Kochie - don't be offended if they look at their hands.
So, I got on board the booby train and started by watching the Kochie segment from Sunrise where he says breastfeeding mums should be 'classy'. This segment has caused apparent outrage within mum communities Australia-wide.
It disturbed me. But, it would seem, not for the same opinion of majority.
WHAT is the big deal? He raised it as a topic of discussion with his own, not unreasonable, opinion and then listened and took on what the women on his panel had to say. Big deal. It didn't offend me AT ALL. It was controversial and on topic and a very clever ratings choice. Plus, he's an older, conservative bloke. Who cares what he thinks?
I breastfed both my boys until after their 1st birthdays. I did so on demand and I did so publicly. I did it in restaurants, in parks, at parties, walking around at kindergym. I never felt ashamed or unwelcome but I did consider where I was and who I was with. Is that an archaic thought? Or is that polite?
I loved the parent rooms at shopping centres. I would seek them out to breastfeed my babies in. Especially when I had a toddler in tow. Not because I felt the need to hide from the public eye. I found it relaxing to sit there in a comfy chair which usually had an arm rest to... wait for it... rest on. Where I could watch my other son safely playing nearby and where my baby could enjoy a full feed instead of being distracted by what was happening around us and coming on and off and on and off and on and off... you get the picture.
My father-in-law [JP] was in his 70's when my son Nathan, his first grand child, was born. He was extremely invested in him and not only fully supported my decision to breastfeed, but expected me to. "Why you feed from bottle when you have your own milk?" JP would often come and spend the day with me and Nathan while my husband was at work to keep me company, make me lunch and help out around the house. Pretty progressive for a 70 year old Ukrainian man. But, he felt uneasy being in the room with me when I breastfed. He would politely leave the room or hilariously talk to me from the doorway, looking at the ceiling or the floor or his hands. So I knew, if I needed to breastfeed around him wherever we were, that he would appreciate me being respectful of that. Did that make me feel dirty or ashamed or unsupported? Not at all. My 30 something brother was exactly the same. He would up and leave the room the minute he saw me reaching for my enormous maternity bra clip. He called my breastfeeding 'lactaaaaaaaaysions' [drawn out exactly like that] and would run out the room saying [sometimes screaming] "Oh my God, Tania's got her lactaaaaaaaaysions again". Did that offend me? Not at all. Did I laugh? Almost every time.
Yes, breastfeeding is natural. Yes, as mothers, we have the right to feed our babies wherever and whenever they need to be fed. No, it's not sexual or suggestive. Yes, many fashion choices today actually show more flesh than a breastfeeding mum. Unless the breastfeeding baby is like my youngest Stefan. A baby who was on the boob every two hours but would have no problem coming off and having a look around for, I don't know a minute that felt like an hour, while my entire breast and enormous, leaking nipple is in full view of what seemed like the whole world.
Is being discreet or modest or respectful of others around us so wrong?
There's been a lot of talk about the boob and victim blaming and empowerment and destroying the joint. I get it. Women's rights weren't won by being polite. But is this about women's rights? This crazy reaction to a television personality's fairly moderate opinion seems a bit OTT. This, to me, seems VERY much like those 'first world problems' we keep joking about. There are worldwide protests and outrage over horrendous acts against women. Genital mutilation. Gang raping. Murder. Murder by gang raping. A woman at a local pool is asked to move because she is breastfeeding her 11 month old [who, by the way, is on solids and does not solely rely on mum's milk for her nourishment anymore... just saying] and the online communities light up. Some bloke, who is actually pro-breastfeeding says maybe mums should be 'classy' about it [whatever that means] and there's a PROTEST of mums breastfeeding outside the studio.
Really?
I am totally in support of breastfeeding in public. I am also in support of women doing so in whatever fashion they feel comfortable with.
But... if you want to feed your baby in front of my brother or JP or Kochie - don't be offended if they look at their hands.
Thursday, 1 November 2012
Sleep School aka 'Go the F*ck to Sleep'
My first born son was the centre of our
combined family’s universe. The first grandchild on both sides. The first
nephew. The golden child. He was a happy, smiley, easy-going baby who was a ‘good sleeper’.
My second born son came when my first born
had just turned two. He entered a household that already travelled to the beat
of the first born’s drum. He came to a mum who naively believed that he would
simply fall into step and give me no trouble – like his brother. Instead, he
had some health issues including failure to thrive which resulted in him being
a terrible sleeper. No, not terrible. That’s far too polite. I created a
fucking monster. And it is, unquestionably, my fault. I did ALL the wrong
things. I let him fall asleep on the boob. EVERY TIME. I rocked him to sleep. I
made him fall into step with a toddler’s routine instead of listening to the
needs of a baby. And I should feel terrible about it except I don’t and I don’t
because I paid the price. Well and truly. Oh yes, he made me pay. By 11 months
he was on the boob every two hours around the clock. On a good day. On a fussy
day that could be every hour. How much sleep do you think I was getting?
I was a basket case. Really. No, really. I
ended up at a Child and Youth Health appointment during which it was assessed
that I required immediate intervention and so my stay at Torrens House was
booked.
My four days at Torrens House saved my [and
my kids] life.
I was scared to go there. I don’t believe
in ‘controlled crying’. My opinion is that it contradicts a mother’s
fundamental need to attend to her child’s needs. It does not make sense to me,
on any level, to give your child the perception that they are being abandoned.
I have not researched this with any authority and I know of many mothers who
have successfully used this technique and their children seem unaffected by it.
But I am resolute in my opinion nonetheless. So, I was scared that they were going to make
me use this technique with my baby. It turns out though, that my opinion is
supported by the staff at Torrens House. Their technique teaches babies to self
settle in a totally supported way, with mum by their side at all times. It’s
exactly what I wanted and it worked on the VERY FIRST TIME. I have shared this
technique with other mums who found themselves in the same nightmare as I did
and it worked for them too.
DISCLAIMER. I am not a trained health
professional or child/baby specialist. I am a mum who has found this technique
to be very successful. You should not try this without first being sure that
your child is not suffering from any other medical conditions which may be
causing their unsettled behavior.
Step 1
Routine, routine, routine...
There are suggested routines for babies of
all ages which you could research and apply or you may have a good idea of your
own. I don’t think it really matters but it needs to be consistent. Most babies
respond extremely well to regular and expected behaviours. Basically you need
to head into this knowing approximately when each day your baby should be
sleeping [and how many times] and when bed-time is at night. This applies to
meals [including breast feeding or bottle feeding] too.
Step 2
Location, location, location...
When first teaching your baby to
self-settle, it is best for it to be in the same place every time. That may be
a cot/bassinet in your room or they may already be in their own nursery. If
they are sharing a room with another sibling, I would recommend moving them out
for a little while. It could get a bit disruptive in there.
Step 3
That’s a wrap!
A key success factor of this technique is
WRAPPING YOUR BABY. I was explained that most babies have a strong startle
reflex [you know, when they jerk with their hands out to the side]. This can
happen even when they seem to be sleeping soundly and it wakes them up. If they
are not able to self settle, this is when they’ll call out for their dummy or
YOU. If you have tried wrapping and your baby is getting out of that wrap then
you either haven’t wrapped them properly OR the wrap is too small. I have found
that larger babies need something like a cotton cot sheet for this to work. I
helped a mum with a one year old boy [that was a challenge!] and we used a
single bed sheet for him.
So, in line with your routine and AFTER you
have fed them you will need to wrap them. I like to strip them down to nappy
and singlet, depending on the weather/temperature in the room, and gently sing “time
for sleep” while I’m doing this. I learned that this is a good ‘sleep trigger’
but it’s not essential. Do not let one
arm out because ‘they like it’ or keep it loose because ‘they don’t like being
constricted’ or this will not work. The wrap needs to be firm. They will be
able to move their arms within the wrap but they must be kept close to their
body or the startle reflex will wake them up.
Step 4
Hush little baby, don’t you cry
Put your lovely, wrapped baby into their
cot/bassinet awake. They may already be crying because this is all new to them
and you’re upsetting their apple cart. It’s ok. With bigger babies, you can
secure them in place [sounds worse than it is] by tucking another sheet across
them and firmly under the mattress. This just helps the whole process. Quietly
talk to them while you’re getting them settled. You could sing or just quietly
and calmly explain what you’re doing. Eg “Shhh… it’s ok. It’s time for sleep
now and Mummy[or Daddy!]is going to
help. I’ll be right here baby.” My very firm suggestion at this stage is DO NOT
apologise to them in words, tone or actions. Eg “Mummy’s sorry I have to do
this” You are doing your job as their parent to help them sleep. Don’t
apologise for that. Once you are comfortable that they are in place, we can
move on to the next step.
Step 5
Pat a cake, pat a cake...
The next key success factor in this
technique is to PAT THE BED. I was taught that once the baby has been laid
down, not to touch them to help them sleep. This then becomes another thing
they ‘need’. So, maybe pull up a chair and rhythmically pat the bed near their
head. You can do this quite firmly as the intention is for them to feel it,
almost like a heart-beat. I usually continue with my ‘time for sleep’ mantra
punctuated with a few, calming ‘shhh’s’ and ‘Mummy’s here’. Your baby will probably be crying throughout
this whole process. Try to interpret that cry. Is it distress or is it just a
protest? “What are you doing mum???? Why aren’t you holding me? Why aren’t you
feeding me?” PRESS ON. You may quietly sing to them or talk to them reassuringly
[you’re ok baby, mummy’s here] but try not to make eye contact with them. The
intention is that they know you’re there but it’s time for sleep and you mean
business.
Step 6
REPEAT
If this is overnight and your baby wakes up
and YOU KNOW THERE’S NOTHING WRONG ie, they haven’t wet through the bed, or
have a fever, or are too cold, or too hot bla bla, then simply pick them up for
quick cuddle, rewrap them and start patting that bed! Your intention should be
to help your baby make it through to the morning without a feed. For me, that
meant bed time at 7.30pm and NO FEEDING before 5am. If he woke any time after
5am, he got a feed… and we were UP FOR THE DAY. [insert coffee here]
These are some things that I have
experienced:
- On the first night of sleep training my son went to sleep using this method within 10 minutes. He SCREAMED but I could tell he was outraged not distressed.
- After never sleeping longer than 2 hours in a row, he slept 5 hours on that first night.
- My boobs were going to EXPLODE by the time I fed him in the morning because it was the first time in 11 months that I hadn’t fed him overnight.
- Once your baby has learned to go to sleep this way, anyone can do it. So this means your partner, your parent, your baby-sitter. It’s extremely liberating!
- Everything changes when this starts to work. You feel better. Your baby behaves better. It’s a happier life to live when everyone can get some real sleep.
- My son responded so well that he would bring me his wrap if he was tired to tell me it was time to go to sleep.
FINALLY
This is not for everyone, I understand
that. I just wanted to share it because I know it works and I believe in it. Essentially,
we all have different thresholds of what we can and can’t handle. In parenting,
in sleeping, in disciplining, in eating, in loving, in working, in life. Some parents
do not mind one bit being woken multiple times in the night by their baby. Some
parents believe in co-sleeping and giving their baby full access to mum’s
breasts all night. Some parents want their baby sleeping through the night from
as early as weeks old and will let them cry it out. Whatever works for you, is
whatever works for you. BUT, if it’s not working for you then here’s something
that worked for us.
If you do try it, I’d love to know how it
went for you.
Now… get some sleep :)
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