There are so many misconceptions out there around feeding your baby formula, and as a new mom it’s a really emotional topic to try to understand. Especially when you are in the think of it with a new infant at home. The hormones, the loneliness, the “oh-shit, someone really trusted me to keep this tiny human alive”, etc. I suffered from major PPA (postpartum anxiety) my first 3-4 months of motherhood, and looking back, I am pretty certain that the main cause stemmed mostly from my shortcomings with breast feeding. I was so hard on myself for not being able to “stick with it” and felt shameful for turning to formula.
We made the switch to formula because it was the best thing for all of us. I had a lot of guilt about switching, especially when I started researching what the US allowed in our formulas. It’s just sad. Embarrassing to say the least. But the Europeans? Yea, they are legit. Like, really, really legit. For example, if the Europeans say something is Non GMO, then it actually IS Non GMO. Crazy, right? European Food Standards Authority (EFSA) is very diligent in their standards. For example, the USDA has yet to acknowledge 3-MCPD as a hazardous, toxic substance linked to cancer, while Europe has already eliminated it entirely. It could still be actively used in American formulas! The same applies for GMOs and sweeteners.
We have a 9 month old baby who is on the MOVE and life has gotten VERY real around here. Our strategy is to keep her contained (at least, for now) - she gets her “play zone” and the rest is ours. So, far, it’s working pretty well. There were a few things we couldn’t ignore, like safety hazards. Things like the fireplace, electrical outlets, and of course, the stairs.
Did you know that baby monitor rage is a thing? Well, it is in my house. It’s like road rage, except you aren’t alone in your car yelling at random strangers who can’t hear you. You are in your bedroom, in the dark, laying next to your spouse, and two dogs, yelling at a tiny electronic. And, you know how people say that putting together IKEA furniture is the number one cause of a fight in a relationship. I think they are wrong. I think it’s baby monitor rage. Yes, definitely.
I recently discovered IncrediBundles.com and learned about their Diaper Subscriptions - the Foolproof Baby Gift! No need to go out shopping for baby showers, first birthdays, holidays, etc.
I had NO idea how many diapers I would need. This child just keeps on making it rain. Who knew something so tiny could shart so much. I mean, couldn't you just pee and poop, why she gotta throw an extra element of shart magic in the mix?
This is it y'all. The BEST, most scary, most exciting day of my life. The day our sweet baby Flo entered this world. Yes, I setup a GoPro camera in the corner to capture her arrival. And yes, I've watched it at least a dozen times already. Don't worry, you won't see my coot coot or any weird shit. I'm keeping it classy San Diego. But before you watch the video, and think, wow, that looks so easy, she literally pushed for under a minute... Let me tell you somethin' (in my best Ace Ventura voice) there were A LOT of challenges leading up to this moment
I've been obsessing over what is necessary for labor and birthing. Trying to decide WTF I need for recovery and what to pack in my hospital bag! There is so much info out there and it is VERY overwhelming. I mean for the love of God, you are only there two-three days! Ay caramba! I've been doing some online research, talking to other experienced mommas and just recently took a class at Hoag Hospital, that I found to be very informative. I'm compiling all this info into one place to help you prepare! I'm a "planner" so yes, my list might be a bit "extra" for some people, but it helps me feel sane!
TRUTH : Infertile mommas tend to be a little on the paranoid side. But, understandably so y'all. We're used to loss. We're used to disappointment. We're used to failure. Many of us get to place of accepting this way of life and learn to EXPECT just about EVERYTHING to go wrong when it comes to baby makin'. Amiright?
For so long, I have tried to visualize what our nursery would look like. I had the hardest time picturing anything at all. I love interior design, I take a lot of pride in the design of our home, my husband and I both do, but for some reason creating a vision for this room was just one big mental block.
Finding out we were finally pregnant was by far, to date, the best day of my life. The day our embryo was transferred to me via IVF, I knew I needed to believe I was pregnant, and that's exactly what I did. I made it my mission to protect that little pea in my pod with everything I had. I was put on bed rest for 3 days and then house arrest for an additional 2 days.
I'm infertile and proud. No one can take that away from me. Infertility is and always will be apart of me. Infertility has made me stronger. Infertility has made me better. And just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean things end here. I'm still taking two-three injections per day in the ass for another 11 weeks. I'm still choking down handfuls of large pills every night. I'm still jacked with fertility hormones. I'm still in the doctor's office being monitored and tested multiple times a week to make sure the baby is still hanging on.
You’ve been trying to conceive without success for a year or so and you’ve finally decided to take the plunge into fertility treatments. Finding a reproductive endocrinologist that's right for you can be hard to find, and certainly emotional. Sadly, I didn't choose the right doctor the first time around, but learned some very valuable lessons I'd like to share with you.
If you are new to the word of fertility treatments, you are probably realizing there is a whole new world out there you may not have known existed. A world of women going through a tough time, connecting with each other through the world wide web using a different language than you've ever learned to speak. I remember when I was just starting to research infertility and I would end up on infertility blogs that used an acronym for every other damn word. I was not only confused, but I was pissed too.
We've decided to save the "gender reveal" to just us. In the delivery room. The old school way. Perhaps I should tight roll my maternity jeans and pop in a mix tape to get ready for the big day. I'm thinking something with a little C&C Music factory should do the trick. Deciding to wait on finding out was not an easy process for me. For a Type A, obsessive, perfectionist, planner, control freak, this choice was NOT at all comfortable. In the beginning, I desperately wanted to know.
The right age to have a baby is a personal decision for each person. Some 50 year old women are much healthier than some 30 year old women. And typically with age, comes wisdom, success, stability, education, and a stronger identity. If a 40 year old woman is healthy, has her shit together and is ready to be a mom, let her be. If a woman finds her true love later in life and decides to take her time with a family, let her be. If a woman struggles for years to get pregnant and decides she needs a break, let her be.