National Breastfeeding Week

It’s here. It’s my FAVORITE week. It means the world to me. National Breastfeeding Week.

Here’s my story:

May 21, 2012 I gave birth to my oldest daughter. She came into the world kicking and screaming and left a bloody footprint on the inside of my thigh. I KNEW that meant my hands would be forever full. True. But breastfeeding came easy. I (like almost every mother out there) had a goal of 1 year breastfeeding. The AAP suggests that, of course. So, that’s what I was going to do. Nothing but the best for my little girl.

Fast forward nine months. No, I was still doing it! It was going GREAT! She ate ALWAYS and was at the top of the charts! Dream boat! Then, I realized that our breastfeeding days were almost over. I burst into tears. I couldn’t STAND the idea of weaning her. She was SO happy and doing SO well, and our bond. Out. Of. This. World. So, I started researching into it, and discovered full-term breastfeeding. It was GREAT. Decided that’s what we were going to do. Nothing but the best for my little girl.

Fast forward three months. She’s 1. All’s good. Find out I’m pregnant. Shit. So much for that full-term breastfeeding thing. So, I turn to Google like I do and (no I did NOT have testicular cancer, just pregnancy) discovered there was a WHOLE BUNCH OF WOMEN who still breastfed during pregnancy and said it went just fine, as long as you weren’t high risk. Well, I DID have some contractions very early third trimester, but decided to try it. Nothing but the best for my little girl.

Fast forward five months. 20wk ultrasound. I’m suggested to wean this month. This is when it ALL started. I was going to “deprive my child of nutrients” and “run a risk of pre-term labor.” I was never ONCE hospitalized over the contractions I felt. Did more reading. Decided to keep going, but watch out for contractions, and be VERY diligent about stopping them. Nothing but the best for my little girls.

Fast forward two months. My oldest has her 18 month physical. I was suggested to wean to help “prevent” jealousy. Seriously? If I stop breastfeeding just a couple months before birth, it will help prevent jealousy? Nope. Nothing but the best for my little girls.

Fast forward two months. My (second) daughter is here. She came with her cord wrapped around her head and neck, causing her lungs to not open fully, and almost landed her in the NICU. She got evaluated by a NICU doctor, and he decided to “wait and see” with her since her O2 levels were fine, she was just noisy. She was okay. I had a minor hemorrhage, but was also okay. We both looked VERY pale.

She has my olive skin tone, actually. THIS is how pale she was from her cord, and how pale I was from my hemorrhage.

She has my olive skin tone, actually. THIS is how pale she was from her cord, and how pale I was from my hemorrhage.

Took her about 8 hours to be interested in breastfeeding, but (like her sister) she took on like a CHAMP once she was hungry. You see, the first time, nobody told me they might not be hungry right away and that pushing them will only frustrate you, so I spent 12 (what I thought were crucial) hours feeling like breastfeeding wasn’t going to work out the way I wanted to. But I was DYING for it. I would have KILLED for it. There was NOTHING in this world I wanted more. I took this same passion into my second, but not only have I faced opposition from every side. Health professionals that didn’t know much, my mother who THINKS she knows much, I’ve lost friends from it, and I’m sure my extended family thinks I’ve grown a 3rd head, but on I persevere. Nothing but the best for my little girls!

And THAT’S what this week is about. There isn’t much known about breastfeeding because, well, whose going to fund it? Formula companies don’t want that, but every time we DO get funding and research done, it makes one thing more and more clear: breast IS best. Nobody should EVER meet adversity for doing what’s best for their kids. Period. Especially when science is on their side. Wake up, people! Seriously. Wake the FUCK up. Women’s bodies weren’t made just for pleasure of man, they were made to create, bear, and SUSTAIN life. To suggest anything else is purely disrespectful.

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Cloth Diapering

So. I said I wouldn’t do it. That I didn’t do it. I do. Started two weeks ago. And you know what? I LOVE not paying nearly $100 a month on some crazy lab-created shit-catcher that they get to piss all over. It’s pretty nice. The cloth diapers are super cute too. So. I’m doing it. I’m loving it. Don’t be scared, the laundry isn’t THAT bad.

Elliot Rodger and why I’m teaching my girls to break men

Okay, so I JUST said I was all loving and chill. Here’s where logic wins. This little jackass kid we know as Elliot Rodger is a prime example of EVERYTHING that is wrong with America right now.

Here’s the video. Go ahead. Watch it. I dare you.

How do you feel about that? No, no, no, don’t listen to ANY of the excuses people give for this kid, HOW DO YOU FEEL? I wanted to kind of burn the world and he strangely reminded me of Hans from Frozen. Charming young man, affluent family, and BAM he turns out to be a sack of dicks, and he talks so smoothly you really don’t get what he’s saying until after it all happens. CLEARLY this is what happened. From what I’ve read of this incident, there was a sheriff that was called (over this video I’m assuming) and he just shrugged it off and said blah blah blah he’s quiet and lonley but okay. So. According to this sheriff, OKAY people do shit like this. 

No. I don’t want to hear that he had Asperger’s or anything like that. There is disability, and then there’s INSANITY, America needs to WAKE UP and figure out that difference. Like. Now. We are too busy trying to make these atrocities out to be “unstoppable” crimes and that we are “helpless” to preventing situations like this. That’s bullshit. We are only fueling the attackers by believing this. We need to be more powerful and successful and more powerful and take this head-on. We need to cut people’s pretentious attitudes about getting professional help and GET OUR KIDS SOME DAMN HELP. Only if they need it, of course. I know it’s hard to face the fact your kid is different (I’m watching a friend experience this right now in its early stages) but it has to be done because… well you’re the parent and you have to help your kid, regardless of what you feel about it. Your pretentious ass doesn’t make it any less necessary for your kid to need help.

No we don’t need gun control, we need MORE guns. The more guns we have, the less violence will occur. Why? Because they KNOW somebody will likely take them out first. Look in Europe. There is a country with 2% crime rate and 98% gun ownership. They hand their kids guns at 14 after taking safety classes. I think guns are scary too, but I also thought driving a car was scary at first too. 90% of our fear with guns is because we don’t know about them more. The only REAL regulation I feel like we NEED to have is that we take classes before obtaining, and we NEED to lock those bitches up if we aren’t using them. When did people think it was okay to not lock up or gun UNLOADED and keep your ammo SEPARATE? If somebody breaks in and finds your guns and ammo together, you’re fucked.

And to all those idiots feeling bad for this kid or CONGRATULATING him for what he did? Fuck you. Women aren’t property. In the words of Princess Jasmine “I’m not some prize to be won!” The moment we stop teaching women how to not get raped, and instead teach our boys to not rape, needs to be NOW. These gender stereotypes are out of control and it’s turning our little boys into monsters! I understand this isn’t ALL men or even MOST men, but this is MORE men than it should be. We need to stop objectifying women and quit teaching our boys to bottle their emotions until they snap and kill everything around them. This does not make them macho, it makes them PSYCHO. If you NEED a gender stereotype, by all means, turn him into a Mr. Brady and teach him to provide for his family and to do the right thing, but don’t make him think for ONE moment that he is ENTITLED to somebody loving him, and having sex with him, or any of that bullshit. If he treats women with respect, they will do as such to them. Yes, some women suck too. I used to be one of them, but one bad apple doesn’t mean you should just mash them all! Not even ALL the apples being bad means you should smash them all. They too will one day rot to the point of becoming soil for more apples to grow, and certainly some of them will be good.

This silence about sexuality and how to treat people when you want to pursue them sexually needs to stop too. Sure, we were all given the “talk” in my suburban town of 13,000 and were all told we damn well better not be having sex before we are married (or at least in college my dad muttered) but that doesn’t teach kids HOW to act in a potentially sexual situation. We need to teach them to communicate their intentions and when to be polite and how to scream “do me now” and that it’s OKAY to say no, and that if they don’t listen, it’s OKAY to do whatever it takes to make it stop. Some karate probably wouldn’t hurt either, just because… well this is all fine and dandy but me screaming about how the world should be doesn’t make it that way.

It’s like this Facebook post I saw today from one of the kids I knew in high school. He was complaining about how “women being fake bitches makes people want to kill themselves and it’s all their fault and blah blah blah gag” and I wanted to scream. Since THIS place is my place for venting, and not Facebook, I just promptly blocked him. Nobody MAKES you kill yourself first of all. Yes, maybe they make you feel worthless, I know my mom is pretty pro at that, but they don’t MAKE you. I know that takes a lot of self talk and self respect to do that, and I haven’t had that until a couple years ago myself, but don’t EVER give somebody that power. If you need to delete them and block them and avoid them and even leave town… shit leave STATE to fix it, do it. Being a self-pitying jackass will only make you a PSYCHO (start reading at beginning of post) and that’s NEVER okay. 

And no, most women aren’t fake. We are just multi-faceted people just like all the other people out there. We just choose to show a certain facet to those we don’t know, and even if you don’t like the other facets, we STILL aren’t fake. You just don’t like us. Learn the difference.

Oh hey, I’m new at this, too!

I don’t know how to start this.

Hey. Hola. Hello. Good evening! Look at my first-timer nerves go! Where to start?

Oh! This is my first blog post in a series of parenting-related (mostly) posts/topics I’m going to randomly do. I’ve gotten a few requests from friends to just throw it out there either because a) they think I’m brilliant; or (most likely) b) they think I’m crazy and fun to listen to (read) rave. Personally, I’m doing this to vent my views in a place where I won’t get banned from a Facebook group for being “inconsiderate.”

So. About me.

I’m 22. I’m married; been so for about 6 months (yes, he’s still alive) and have two little girls. My oldest is two, and my youngest is four months. He’s snipped, no more, so don’t ask (it will probably come up later). I have another child, but lost him (I always deep in my heart felt “it” [I hate saying that] was a boy so that’s where it stays) at 12 weeks gestation. Found out couple weeks before I was 18, they moved my due date back a couple weeks and requested an ultrasound at my first visit, found out his heartbeat was irregular and gave me the writing on the wall. Babies generally do that when their heart is about to stop. Sure enough, two weeks later and that was that. Went into labor with him two days later, and birthed him in the middle of Composition class. That was a GREAT first week of college. Didn’t notice until… well that’s graphic, we can talk about that later if you all want to know that story. Basically, it was super traumatic and blew up my life. That brought me here. 

So WHY ON EARTH is it called “Not crunchy, but crispy”? Hehe because sometimes I’m a punny genius. No, the truth is, because I’m a Diamond (don’t care what anybody thinks) but don’t fit EVERY piece of criteria. Maybe it’s best I just explain in a nutshell where I’m coming from, and we dive into them later:

-I breastfeed BOTH my girls (my oldest is mostly weaned though at this point) and feel VERY strongly about breastfeeding (I personally feel that’s the FIRST step to breastfeeding success past 6 months)

-I had two natural deliveries, and wish every woman would just bite the bullet and try it sometime. It’s not that bad, I promise.

-I wear my youngest. It’s just too convenient not to.

-I, for a very long time, tried to deny the fact I don’t really like the idea of circumcision, to be totally honest.

-I WISH we could afford to eat only organic, and am considering clean eating at this point.

-BUT I DO vaccinate (sorry science trumps all crazy philosophies I have, can’t deny it)

-I bedshare with my youngest (I love the snuggles, but the three of us [my oldest has her own bed, actually in her own room with her sister’s original bedding arrangement] share a full sized bed, and they both are kind of bedhogs.

-basically I consider myself an attachment parent, but without all the crazy stuff (YES WE USE TOILET PAPER, LIKE THE FLUSHABLE STUFF)

Some people call me a bit of a “hippie” with my views of the world, but I HATE conspiracy and try to logic my way through the stupidness of this world we live in, but sometimes you just can’t deny what’s REALLY going on. Basically, I love the sex, (not drugs), and rock and roll but when science and logic refute them, I cede and let them win.

What I’m thinking about doing, is if something strikes me as something needing to be addressed, I will. Otherwise, if you have a request, comment below and I’ll throw it on my list of things to dig into for people’s hilarity. PLEASE don’t get mad at me, I’m really not going to hate you if your life is 100% different from mine, even if my philosophy tells me to; unless you are just an asshole to your kids, then I might.

So yea, this is me! Comment below if you’re curious about the crazienss!