Thursday, August 30, 2018

7/1/15 The Evolution of Parenting

7/1/15
A few weeks ago a neighbor gave our daughter a bag of baby doll toys that her children have outgrown. Her kids are 17 now so the toys were pretty old, but in good shape.  In fact I recognize them from my own childhood. There's the baby sippy cup, the pretend wipe container (the one that looks like a Clorox wipe container), the pacifiers, and of course the medicine syringe because every baby should be comfortable around those. She doesn't know what any of them are, but she does recognize the bottles, so that's what she plays with the most.  And for some odd reason that's what makes me cringe. Not the white bottle. That obviously has milk in it. I cringe when she goes for the orange one. The one with OJ. The tooth-rotting fructose bottle.

We play pretend all the time. We pretend to fly in airplanes, row in boats, dance on "stage", and build castles with blocks (and then immediately destroy them). But I just can't suspend my disbelief when she goes to give her stuffed baby a plastic bottle of orange juice. "Oh honey, I think baby wants milk. You don't want her teeth to rot out of head before they even come in now, do you?" As if Xavier Roberts will come and take the baby away and back to the cabbage patch.

It's silly, I know.  It makes me think of how much parenting has evolved. You can no longer hold your baby on your lap while driving, use blankets in the crib, lay your baby on its back because it will get a  flat head, no wait... side is safer, no back is best! It's also no longer acceptable to smoke while pregnant, even though the old expecting books told our parents that smoking will give you a smaller baby (I mean, who wants to squeeze out a 12 pounder, right?). Good god, how did any of us survive?

I wonder what will change when my little girl is grown up and has a baby of her own. What kinds of irresponsible things that I've done as a mom will she point out and criticize and, hopefully, laugh at? Only time will tell. Holy shit, this is stressing me out. I think I'll go back to stacking blocks with her and knocking them over. So simple, yet so satisfying. And as far as I know, there aren't too many rules to that game that I can fuck up. Just one: what goes up, MUST COME DOWN!

8/1/14 Baby Fat

8/1/14
It's been almost 6 months since giving birth to my daughter and, not to toot my own horn, but lately everyone has been telling me how great I look and that I've lost some weight. I never know how to respond to that. It's true, I have lost a bunch of weight since the birth of our daughter, but that's because I gained a TON while I was pregnant! Close to 40 pounds, if you really want to know. And I am down to my last 10 to get back to my pre-baby size. I'm flattered by the compliments, but sometimes they seem a bit back-handed. You look great... compared to what you looked like 6 months ago! I know, it's just something you're supposed to say to a new mom and I shouldn't read too much into it. And please don't think I'm fishing for more compliments here.

Truth be told, I feel pretty damn good about myself (most days)! I still have a bit of tummy fat I could live without, stretch marks that will forever be a reminder to keep the bikini a thing of my past, and a little extra wave in my wave, if you know what I mean. But I can fit into my skinny jeans again without too much of a struggle, so I consider that a win! Even my fingers have slimmed down! I can finally wear my wedding rings again without fear of needing an amputation to get them off!

I'm no weight loss expert, but here are some tips for other new moms to consider:

1. Breastfeed- I guess it's true that breastfeeding helps with losing the pregnancy weight. I thought it was total bullshit, but I lost the first 20lbs without even trying. The nurses at the hospital also told me that if you pee before you breastfeed, the weight comes off even faster. This might have been a sneaky nurse's trick to make sure I didn't hold it in because going to the bathroom was such a fucking process right after giving birth, I actually had to plan it in my schedule. Trick or no trick, it doesn't hurt to try... Well, sometimes it hurt, but that's another blog topic all together.

2. Eat for one- you're not eating for two anymore, so KNOCK IT OFF! Actually, you never were eating for two.  You only need like 200 extra calories per day when your pregnant. That's like a handful of crackers and some cheese. So all those extra helpings of pizza and ice cream are not to be blamed on a hungry fetus. I'm totally guilty of this too and take full responsibility for my gluttonous behavior. I can't even promise that I won't commit this crime again should I get pregnant with baby #2...

3. Take a baby out to eat- if you have trouble sticking to tip #2, take a baby out to eat for every meal. Seriously. It doesn't even have to be yours! Any baby will do! (No kidnapping, please). It doesn't matter where I am or how hungry I feel, when my baby is with me, it's an instant diet. Those little suckers come fully programmed to detect your meal times and instantly put a stop to over eating, or eating in general. My baby, for instance, has Waiter Radar. Whenever we go out to eat, her alarm goes off just as the waiter brings my food to the table. Sometimes I get to eat an entire piece of bread before she sounds her alarm, but most of the time I end up having to feed or change her, or just entertain her while my food sits on the plate getting cold. By the time she's settled, my room temperature Eggplant Parmesan with cold, stiff mozzarella cheese on top is just not appetizing anymore. Don't have time or money to go out to eat for every meal? No worries. This diet works at home too. I can't tell you how many days go by when my husband gets home from work and asks me what I had for lunch and I can't remember. That's because I didn't have lunch at all. I know these aren't the healthiest choices, but they aren't really choices. They are just consequences of being around a very small, very needy human being 24/7.

4. Babies make great dumb bells- No, I did not just call my child a dumb bell. I said she makes a great dumb bell. She does! The one part of my body that I'm most proud of right now and not afraid to bare in public are my arms. I'm constantly walking around with an extra 16 lbs in my arms, usually while performing some kind of task around the house. I also squeeze in some work on my triceps just by playing with my daughter by lifting her up and down, or do crunches while we play airplane with her on my shins. She's a built-in home gym!