Midweek Meltdown

Doula the Doula

Late night Midweek Meltdown to gather support from you. Thats right, this Doula is needing some support in figuring out where my nighttime routine went wrong. As a professionally trained postpartum doula I’m successful getting clients babies off to blissful happy sleep. However, at home i’ve seemed to have lost my uninterrupted nights. I’m talking sleep walking, nightmares, bad guys and HEART ATTACKS. Watch the video to view my plea and leave a comment for support.

originally published August 24, 2016


Good to Know

Where is your line?

I refer to it as “drawing the line.”
We all have a line we draw in the hypothetical sand on what we will/will not do or participate in. Some might think of it subconsiously, but I’m more of a visual thinker, so I think of it as a line drawn in the sand that defines my “will” and “will not.” I think this goes for every area of life, but today’s focus is on breastfeeding.
   The first time I was made aware that we all draw lines on our comfort level to breast milk was when my husband was feeding my first born with a bottle of breastmilk. My son innocently spit up some milk on my husband’s arm and the reaction he produced shocked me. You’d think my son just spit up acid as quickly as my husband put him down and ran – yes ran – to the sink to wash “that stuff off.” I stared in shock as he vigorously scrubbed his hands, wrists and arms as if he was prepping for brain surgery. I mean, didn’t he realize how much hard work it was to produce such a vital thing for our son to thrive and grow healthy with? Why was this substance so detested by him when I was excited and proud of every drop that came out of my body?
     I never confronted him about this event, but he has now been made aware of it while reading this blog post. At the time I was so focused on simply picking up my newborn son and wiping his sweet face and neck of the regurgitated breastmilk that I simply forgot to react to my husband’s rudeness. However, from that feeding on I would cringe from shame every time my son spit up anywhere on my husband. Let’s be clear: my first son had violent reflux, so there was a whole lot of cringing going on for me.
   Weeks later, after the initial incident, I was telling a close friend about it. She also happened to be breastfeeding and started to tell me how her husband had a disturbed reaction to her breastmilk – when he saw her taste it. She had simply tasted some breastmilk to be sure it wasn’t spoiled before feeding it to her daughter and her husband had jumped up and snatched the bottle from her hand. I had to use every strength of my willpower to control my facial features to not show how shocked, disturbed and grossed out I was. At that moment I realized my hypocrisy in this breastmilk discussion. Clearly she was comfortable tasting breastmilk as much as I was rubbing it into my skin.
I decided then that I would do my best to never judge someone else on where they draw their line in the sand. This stigma goes with every level of parenting. We all have different lines drawn in sporadic distances from one another. Judging the way a mother shows love, disciplines, feeds or communicates with her kids is only hypocritical of how you do tho
se same items. There is no “one size fits all” parenting style. If there was, that would make life real easy and boring. Kids are meant to keep us on our toes, to show us the strength and durability we have. Let’s be honest, every moment of the day, we are striving to keep someone alive to the best of our abilities. Who’s to judge that?
Let’s all just draw our lines and respect all the others we cross, or don’t, along the way.
originally published August 16, 2016
Midweek Meltdown

Body parts that fall out

Here I go, Midweek Meltdown, for your viewing pleasure.
I believe, that as humans, we all have an area we cannot tolerate. The “ick factor” I speak of is when an area of life brings up that familiar disgusting bile rising in the back of your throat. This is my confession regarding my “ick factor” and some important areas of questions for other parents to consider. Discuss this with me, let me know I’m not alone and judge how I’m handling the tooth fairy scenario thus far.
originally published July 27, 2016
Flash Forward Friday

To only wipe myse

Here I sit dreaming about my future with Flash Forward Friday.
This weeks dream is about a day when I don’t have a small child screaming “I’m done”. This is the finale as they anticipate my arrival to wipe away left over fecal matter. I’ve been on a trip away from my loving boys for a little while now and I miss them horribly. However, this is one duty I’m not eager to get back too. My nails have grown beautifully and my hands have become smooth while my time away has allowed for less hand washing and household chores.
I used to dream about a day without diaper changing being an almost hourly task. I just never thought that poop removal would still be something I’d handle well after all the diapers were removed from our household. I always question parents with older children on when their offspring began wiping themselves. Answers always vary since boys seem to be less enthused at accomplishing this on their own at any given age. Don’t get me wrong, some girls have no issue allowing this task to be handled but most seem to become much more independent in this area prior to boys. Possibly because, as females, we have to get used to wiping at every potty break whereas males clearly have an easier time ignoring the issue to wipe consistently.
I’ve put my adoring husband in charge of teaching wiping techniques to our boys and he says he has done so sufficiently with our now 6 year old. However, smells tell otherwise.

Since we are on the topic of bathrooms habits and what the future holds, let’s discuss hand washing. Is this something kids grasp at some point? I mean, I have to remind my own husband to wash his hands when he is making a meal or after he leaves the bathroom. His routine reply is “I didn’t get pee on my hands.” Right, but you’ve touched the toilet handle, door handle and body extremities!  Plus lets point out the fact that you’re 30 years old and need to come to terms that as an adult, washing hands is appropriate.
Maybe this Flash Forward Friday dream is truly that….a dream. I might need to come to the realization that my boys will follow along with their dad and I will be the hand washing reminder, poop sniff checking mother well into when they leave home with families of their own.
So I ask you now friends, did you wash your hands?
originally published July 15, 2016
Good to Know

called “snot nose kids” for a reason



Calling kids snot nosed is as old as time. There is reason behind this, you’ll know this all to well when you’re blessed with kids or being around kids.
Snot sucking has become a talent of mine, getting it done as quickly and efficiently as possible with minimal meltdowns preferred.
Nowadays we have multiple mechanisms that help pull out the snot, literally. I demostrate a few and would like reviews on one I’ve only heard of but never seen in action. Let me know your preferred method on getting this parenting duty accomplished.
originally published June 22, 2016