When my son was born the hospital took all precautions to make sure that there was no question about the fact that he and I went together. Not only did his ID bracelet state that he was my son, but we were given electronic bracelets that would play music when they came in contact. If there had been a mix-up and the wrong child had given to me then the bracelets would have made a loud blaring sound. As soon as he was born the bracelets were put on us so there wouldn’t be a chance of a mix-up. Sadly these kinds of precautions are not the norm in all parts of the world. If they were then a poor little baby girl in India likely wouldn’t be lying in a hospital waiting for her mother to come claim her.
There's things about pregnancy (and parenting) that I love. There's also things that I hate and could easily do without. I like my sleep, I'm selfish and I want to sleep good at night. The huge belly, leg cramps, and having to pee all the time are things I could do without. I love shopping, so going to Carter's or Gymboree and piecing together cute little outfits? That's something I love. Another thing I love is knowing that my husband and I created this child together, and will have years of memories.
So how in the world am I supposed to decide if I'm done?
Three weeks prior to our Disney trip, Isabel decided she wanted to try out dance. She LOVED it. Listened well. Participated. I would peek in every so often and she seemed so engaged, so happy, smiling, laughing, trying new things.
The week prior to Disney, Garrick took the kids to the gym so I could have a night off. He couldn't find her leotard, so just put her in an outfit. He told me she didn't listen well. Hmmm... so I asked Isabel about it and she said she didn't have her leotard, and felt left out.
So, we missed dance the week of Disney. This week, I took her, and she seemed excited and interested, then it came time for her to leave Caroline's gymnastics class and go into her dance class, and she wouldn't. She said she couldn't do what the other girls were doing.
We've all been there... the crying, the drooling, the chewing, the attempts to bite off fingers and toes. It's teething, and it keeps us up at night wondering how we can help our little one through the discomfort.
This is a guest post from Elizabeth at RockAByeParents.com Imagine you’re a first time mom with a three month old little girl. You’re little girl gets very sick and spikes such a high fever that you have to go to the hospital. After a couple days the fever comes down and you breathe a sigh of relief because your precious little girl is going to be alright and you can go home. Things turn tragically wrong though and you go into complete shock when you see part of your little girl’s finger being cut off.
I love being a nanny. I love being so intimately involved in the lives of children and helping to shape who they are. Though it can sound intimidating to have such an impact on someone, I really think I do a good job and I really do try very hard at what I do. I always try to make sure that the two children I watch, who I'll call Anna and Ryan, are well taken care of. Anna is a spunky, intelligent 4 and a half year old and Ryan just turned 15 months. But I need a little bit of advice/help when it comes to Ryan.
You see, I am also a parent, to a beautiful 19 month old son, who I'll call Jake (sorry, I'm very private--no real names). Jake is amazing. He has done everything early and is very smart for his age, not just according to friends and family but according to his doctor as well. He's also just a really fun child. Always laughs so loudly and is always doing something new and interesting. Although it is not fair to compare Jake and Ryan, I do anyway. Ryan is really far behind. But not just far behind, he cries all the time. And well, to be honest, he's just no fun.
We all love to talk about our babies! Here's an invitation to do just that. Let's see if we can freak each other out, campfire style. I can picture it now...sitting outside at night, hearing the crickets chirp...the breeze is blowing, there's a bonfire. Let's tell the stories of the creepiest things our children have ever said...
Trying to conceive a baby? Here is some conception math that may increase your chances of success.
Most of us have spent the majority of our reproductive years trying NOT to get pregnant. When we begin our quest for parenthood, we discover conception requires precise timing that leaves a very small window of time for success. Regardless of the total length of a woman’s cycle, the egg lives an average of only 24 hours, but sometimes as long as 48 hours. This means conception can occur only one to two days out of every cycle! In numerical terms this means that during an average 28 day cycle a woman cannot conceive for 26 – 27 days of the cycle! So how in the world does anybody ever get pregnant?
How do we keep our kids healthy in a society where 12.5 million of our youth is obese? There are fast food restaurants on every corner and our lives our so hectic we usually don’t get home in time to prepare a healthy meal. Not to mention that it is just easier and cheaper to get fast food or stock our pantry with canned food, and our freezer with frozen foods. We spend so much time in the car going from one activity to another that it seems we can’t even find the time for physical activity.
My son started to have weight issues around the age of 4, and I realized that we had to change our lifestyle or he was going to have a really hard time. He always had feeding issues so I became used to giving him easy to eat processed foods. It soon was the only thing he would eat. I became complacent. I didn’t want to hear him throw tantrums so I gave in. It hit me one day that I actually allowed my toddler to dictate what he was he was going to eat. He has no knowledge of what is healthy for him, so why in the world did I let him control his diet. Needless to say, I woke up fast.
I wish we lived in a world where race was never an issue. However, it is. It isn't talked about because racism has become taboo, but it still exists and it's still prevalent. I am not a young black man, so I can't dare say that I know what it's like to be judged like Trayvon Martin was the night he was murdered. However, I am Korean and Irish, and for two years we lived two doors down from a girl whose family were members of the KKK - along with half the town. It was the worst two years of my life. I learned how to fight in those two years, and I learned how evil kids can really be. When I started dating, I realized it even more. I thought children were cruel - teenagers and adults were worse. Most of the time I would ignore it all or brush it off because I knew it was just ignorance, but I had my moments where it would get to me. I just can not understand how on earth someone's skin color could be such a significant factor in the world... But it is.