Sunday, February 3, 2013

don't say it

Huffington Post recently posted an article entitled "What Not to Say to a Working Mom" and the timing of it couldn't be better. I've since read the article at least twice a day, as it provides a tiny bit of solace as I prepare for Wednesday's return.

The article:

Can't you afford to stay home?
Let's assume for a minute that I can't. Let's imagine I work to help pay the mortgage and buy groceries and send our kids to college. Where does this conversation go now? Awkward, right? Next thing you know, I'm going to be asking you how much your husband earns so you can stay home. Let's agree not to go there.
Then let's say I can afford to stay home. The question assumes the reason I work is entirely financial. Which is part of it, to be sure. If I could make money watching bad reality TV and doing yoga all day, I would. Since I can't, I work at a more traditional job -- but it's not all about the money. I value my education and the years I've devoted to my career. I think it is good for our boys to see me working outside our home so they know that a woman isn't confined to being a wife and a mother. I also know that some day our kids will be off at college or started on careers of their own and I want to keep a foot in the working world so when that time comes, I'm not staring at a big gap in my resume that makes it harder for me to get a job. I also like the equality that exists in my marriage because both my husband and I put money in the bank. That's just me. But this particular question devalues all of those considerations and, in turn, my choices. Please don't do that.
I'd give anything to get away from my kids for an entire day.
If you really mean it, I'm happy to help you polish your resume. You can be away from your kids all day, every day! Of course, along with that "freedom" you'll feel guilty about being away from them and will wonder if they're ok because they're home with a babysitter or in day care. Going to work every morning and waving to my kid from the upstairs bathroom window isn't a spa day. It's sort of like doing a triathalon. You start each day with a morning plunge into icy water, getting everyone to school/work then do an an eight-hour bike ride, all topped off with a half-marathon of dinner, homework, baths and bedtime. During your bike ride not only will you be expected to pedal hard, you'll also have to take phone calls from the school, the babysitter, and the doctor, respond to birthday party invitations, take a quick side trip to grab supplies for an art project, order groceries and a new pair of jeans and remember to return library books because it all needs to get done RIGHT NOW. If you're lucky, there's some wine left over in the fridge.
I'd miss my child too much to be away from him all day.
I know. I completely understand. You get over it. Because you have to.
The problem with this country today is that not enough moms are home raising their children.
I know! I couldn't agree more! Oh, wait. You're not advocating for paid parental leave, flexible work schedules or telecommuting, are you? You're not picketing in support for working parents (because, let's face it, some dads would like to be able to spend more time with their kids too) so they can make good choices for their families, right? You just want more moms to stay home. It's possible those families would be better off living under a cloud of financial or psychological stress to adhere to a traditional view of families, but I'm not buying it. If I see one more comment about how dual-earner families are undermining the very fabric of society I will lose my mind. Last I checked, no one in my family had shot anyone, stolen anything, cheated on a test, run a red light, or even so much as littered. Of course, I've been working all morning, so things may have changed since breakfast.
Why did you have kids only to let someone else raise them?
People have said this to me. People have said this to my friends. It's a good thing that I didn't have the power to incinerate them with my laser beam eyes. If I hear it again, I'll refer you to item no. 1 for the reasons I might work outside of my home. And then I'll just ask you to be a TAD LESS JUDGMENTAL THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I had Little Dude because every fiber of my being wanted to be a mother and we felt like our family was incomplete without another person in it. Loving and raising a child is not incompatible with having support to do that. We are grateful and proud to have wonderful people who help us -- from family to friends to teachers and babysitters. But make no mistake, my husband and I are raising our kids. We aren't home every day, but we are a presence in our kids' lives at every moment.
I don't know how you do it. It must be so hard.
It is. I don't know how I do it. But I don't think that's because I work, I think it's because parenting is hard whether you stay at home or go off to the office. I don't know how any of us do it. It's glorious and rewarding and full of love and it is the hardest thing I've ever done. Balancing kids with anything else, whether a paying job or running a household or finding time to watch Honey Boo Boo, is nearly impossible.
You must be so organized to be able to balance everything.
I have a love/hate reaction to this statement. At first, I bask in the affirmation. I believe I am organized. Then I remember -- I am one set of lost keys away from a meltdown. I have mismatched socks, my kid went to school with jelly on his face and I haven't exercised in a week. I have piles of books and clothes and god knows what else in my bedroom. I forgot a conference call yesterday and lost the planetarium permission slip. I let something slide every day. There is no balance. Only carefully controlled chaos. Pretty much like everyone else's life.
There's always time to work later, these early years are so precious.
All the years are precious. And why don't people say this to fathers?
You look exhausted. 
Gee! Thanks! Wanna give me a day at the spa? And then watch my kid for me so I can relax? No? Then let's just pretend we can't see the bags under my eyes.
At least you treasure every minute you have with your son.
Well, maybe not all of them. Because sometimes Little Dude is a monster and I get home at the witching hour, just in time to force him to eat his carrots, make him brush his teeth and go to bed. Which, as any parent will tell you, is just the most relaxing time of day. This is why I keep a chilled bottle of wine in the fridge. Despite that, of course, I do treasure my time with my kids, but I have a hard time believing that would be different if I were home more.
Don't you worry you're missing out?
Every day. But then my son runs into my arms when I pick him up from school and climbs into my bed in the morning to tell me I'm the "best mommy ever," and I know it's going to be ok.

aloha

As a belated 40th Anniversary celebration for my parents, we set sail for the islands and spent a week on Oahu at the Disney Resort, Aulani. Of course, as any new mom, I was a nervous nelly about the plane ride and prayed to every god/saint possible that our little precious would in fact, be precious on the flight. Thankfully, my airplane karma is in good shape and my prayers were heard. Peanut flew like a champ, and conveniently expressed her relief to getting off the ground by promptly soiling her drawers right after takeoff.
Oh my god, I just did it.
I was just that mom that talks about her child's bowel movements. Apologies, apologies. 
Moving along...the resort was absolutely fabulous. The perfect combination of Disney, luxury resort and island inspiration. This vacation was unlike any we have ever taken. The whole baby factor, as it turns out, is a huge factor. Gone are the days of lounging poolside, sipping on sizzzurup. Now it's all about shade, nap time and nursing. Sexy. Motherhood. But it's also about experiencing the sand between your toes for the first time all over again, taking a dip in the ocean and seeing fish for the first time all over again. being introduced to Disney and meeting and Mickey and Minnie for the first time all over again. It's new and exciting and different. It's the next stage in life. 
But speaking of sexy, how about putting on a bathing suit 4 months after giving birth? I'll withhold all shamu/whale comments, but let's just say, the beached sea lion and I had a thing or two in common. Should have hung a sign around my neck with a disclaimer (Just gave birth, body may appear larger than usual). Now I know for next time. But you don't want to hear about my postpartum body trials and tribulations, right?

You want pictures! Darling, baby in bathing suit pictures!



daddy and babe


The fam

sand between the piggies

coordination

someone had me my cocktail

vintage


heart

pampered

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

4 months

A bit belated, but here are some snaps from peanut's 4 month photo shoot. 





Sunday, January 27, 2013

breakdown...it's alright

And so it begins...the first of many breakdowns prior to returning to work. My heart aches, it feels broken, in fact. How am I supposed to leave my perfect, darling daughter? How, after nearly 5 months of spending every waking moment with her, staring at her beautiful face, watching her grow and develop before my very eyes, how am I expected to leave her in the care of strangers, day in and day out? Will she know she's loved beyond measure? Will her "teachers" shower with even a fraction of the love Evan and I do on a daily basis? Will she feel abandoned when I leave her each morning? Will she prefer her teachers to me? Will the mornings, evenings and weekends be enough? I can't imagine they will ever suffice. How do millions of women do this day in and day out? I pray for half their strength. It just seems unfair.
In what world is 5 months enough time with your child? Granted, I know I'm one of the lucky ones who was able to take more than 3 months off, but it's simply not enough.  There is an inherent flaw in our social system that only allows mothers a matter of weeks or a handful of months to bond with their newborn child. I'm not going to discuss the extraordinary benefits that those mothers in other countries receive postpartum, as that will just add insult to injury, but as I'm now saddled with the guilt, heartbreak, frustration and sadness that goes along with returning to work post baby, I'm raising my hand with those mothers before me...something needs to change. Our children need something to change. Our families need something to change.

Monday, January 7, 2013

tis the season

Well we have enjoyed, survived and wrapped up Sydney's first holiday season and this is one happy mama. Yes, we loved every bit of it and it was so fun to have a little one in the mix this year, but whoa...a baby and the holidays is a crazy combo. Typically the holidays add a layer of stress I'm not always a champ at dealing with and the addition of having a little baby only added to it. The crazy schedules, the missed sleep, woo wee. But my little darling did so well, and even gave a nice big smile for Santa.
She continues to be such a smiley girl and we continue to do whatever we can to get more smiles from her! I'm so not looking forward to going back to work, knowing that someone else will get her smiles all day. Sad! I can't even really go there emotionally...it's just too sad.  So until then, I shall reap every second of them and enjoy this fleeting time I have with my little lady.
Regarding milestones, here are the latest:

  • She laughs! We got our first official, full on belly laugh from her on Saturday. Naturally it was on her changing table as I was undressing her (the girl loves being bare!). But she just started cracking up at the ridiculous noises and faces I was making at her. I immediately called Evan in and we both were laughing right along with her, until she noticed we were laughing. Then, straight faced- this isn't funny guys. 
  • Tummy time duration is getting longer and longer, although it doesn't seem like we're any closer to rolling over. All in good time, I know. We'll get there. I just don't want it to happen at Daycare (and thus, will be my mantra for the next 5 years). 
  • We've got a "grabber" on our hands. She's discovered what those little appendages are for and is grabbing at everything and holding on for dear life. Some of her favorites are big and little Sophie the giraffe, burp cloths, little blankies, daddy's face and mama's hair. It's so precious watching her discover herself. 
  • Jabber.Jaws. The girl loves to talk! This shouldn't come as any big surprise, given who her parents are, but she has so much to say. I love hearing her little voice developing and the noises she makes to express her excitement and happiness. 
  • She's happy. We have been so blessed with such a happy baby. Sure, she has her moments of fussiness like any baby, but her smiles far, far out way her cries. How did we get so lucky?



The Holidays in review:


Evan calls this her Godfather face. "I will protect my family"
bffs

Santa love
New Years babies

Monday, December 17, 2012

merry merry

tree time!

she's a tall one

bffs

other bffs

santa babies



Christmas is a week away and all is calm. We've seen Santa (twice- cause, why not?), strolled through zoo lights, made Christmas cookies, attended Christmas parties, wrapped presents and read the Grinch. We're ready. While Sydney's first Christmas may be a little underwhelming for her, we're sure excited to bring our new little one into the fold and start our own traditions. And in the wake of the horrible events in CT, I'm feeling blessed beyond measure. It's only been 3 short months that we've had this darling girl in our lives and I can't imagine a day without her. How did Evan and I get so lucky to become her parents? What could we possibly have done to deserve such a happy, beautiful, precious little lady in our lives? My heart swells with love and gratitude. I simply cannot put into words what I feel for her...it's truly indescriblable. Never could I have imagined this.

Now unrelated, we had a big 3 month bday last week! Highlights include:

  • Really loving that tongue! She's constantly sticking it out and trying to lick whatever she can with it (pretty sure she learned that from Kirby).
  • Smiles, smiles and more smiles. Each day it seems like she's happier than the day before! Just last night we were experiencing some gas issues which prevented a smooth bedtime transition, but instead of fussing, she just wanted to smile and chat! Sure, we'll postpone that bedtime almost 3 hours if it means you just want to hang out smiling (but we'll only concede this once). 
  • Speaking of chatting, she's becoming  more and more "talkative." Good Lord, is there anything sweeter than a baby's coo? We have so much girl talk already, I can't wait to hear what she really has to say someday. 
  • Tummy time has become more of a successful multi-daily ritual, where Sydney seemingly doesn't mind being on that belly and playing with her friends (toys). She's also gaining more and more neck control and is lifting her head off the floor, when on her back, for seconds at a time. 
  • And she dances! Woohoo, does she dance. When's she's on her back, she just kicks those legs and swings those arms, like a member of the Lollipop Guild. 
  • We took a massage class last week with some of our PEPs friends and it was pretty good. It's not lost on me how crazy that sounds, a massage class with a baby? But she really responds to it (what girl doesn't) and is a fun bonding time for us each night. Clearly, this mom will do whatever it takes. 
  • Quality time with my parents. Sure, she sees them pretty frequently, but they came up on Saturday to watch her while we went to Battle in Seattle- Go ZAGS!!