Baby Boom

June 3, 2016

Dear Baby,

I’m really sorry because a few minutes ago as you played  with some toys on the floor I got caught up in my phone and missed you falling and hitting your head. It wasn’t hard or very bad but I sure felt like a total asshole parent for letting it happen.

It was silly. I have been waiting for an email to come in, went to check it, got caught up in another email and boom- down you went.

You only cried for a few seconds and my guess is that it was not at all impactful to you but to me it was a good and needed reminder to be present and in the moment. That email could have waited. Anything could have waited. I could have just waited.

We do ourselves a huge disservice every time we turn to text, email or scroll through our phone when we could be totally aware and alive in the moment we are in.

We all need breaks but the point of a break is to make one. To take a designated time away from your task at hand (which in my case is you) and do whatever you need to do to relax and unwind.

With texting and instant communication so rampant I often know that the conversations being had are happening simultaneously with what is happening in life. You are with your kid but on your phone, watching something but on your phone, in bed and on your phone.  The phone becomes an extension of your own arm and it’s kind of gross.

I’m not holier than thou. I am equally guilty but that doesn’t make it less gross.

So today a lesson for both of us: Be present. You won’t be able to do it always and forever but try when you can to send your awareness to the moment you are in- even if that moment seems boring or silly.

We all need a little more real life action and less bubbles of wireless conversation in our lives.

In the meantime, sorry about your little crash. I can promise you it will happen again but not because I am lost in cellular land.



Baby Boom

Ouch, Baby

June 2, 2016

Dear Baby,

So with your illness under wraps and on the mend I thought we were through with mishaps in the home. I was mistaken. Yesterday morning I entered June with the sorest boob ever. Like who wakes up with a sore boob? This mom. 

Now I’m no stranger to sore boobs. Those 2 words pretty much encompass the entirety of my first 4 months of being a mother but since then we have come a long way and breastfeeding has gone from a fucking crap shoot to something I don’t even notice anymore (perspective is an interesting thing). 

So since we came to an agreement that breastfeeding would be manageable between us I haven’t really had any complaints. And then I woke up yesterday. 

I ask you this, Baby, WHO GETS A BREAST INFECTION AFTER ALMOST 9 MONTHS OF BREASTFEEDING?? This is elementary shit that almost always happens to brand new milk cows. Not veterans of the sport who are on their way out. 

But your mom is a special beast and without much else to do would up in the walk in clinic late yesterday afternoon. (As a side note, although my experience at the walk in clinic was fine, why are they always so gross? Why can’t there be a reasonably nice walk in? They always look so crusty)

The great news is that a male doctor got to check out my boob. Bad news is that it is mastitis and I am on a week long round of antibiotics now. The good news is that it changes nothing for us and we can go about our day as normal. The bad news is that it hurts like a bitch. 

So the idea of advocacy has come up a bunch recently and the importance of being your own best advocate and I want to stress that here again today. Only you know what you feel and only you can tell if something is wrong. As you grow up no one can help you but yourself and you need to develop and hearty and healthy relationship with you so that you can best address all these kinds of things. 

Don’t be scared to advocate for what you need and trust yourself to know what that is. 

In the meantime, your dad is sick too so I am home with a hot mess of a family. Let’s get some healthy vibes going on, mmmkay?



Ouch, Baby

Baby Sicknesses are Super Gross

June 1, 2016

Dear Baby,

After a weekend of fevers and nights spent trying to find your tiny little ear hole in the dark to obsessively take your temperature, we found the root of your sick. 

It’s called Roseola and like many gross kid things, it’s gross. Basically you get a fever with no other symptoms for several days and when the fever breaks you develop this rosy rash. 

Roseola sounds like what you would name your Cabbage Patch Kid (holla to those 80’s toys that will be super irrelevant while you read this) but in reality, it’s not cute and cuddly. It’s just icky. 

The bad news: it’s a bit contagious so we are stuck home together for the rest of the week at the risk of giving it to your friends. 

The good news: we know what is wrong and you don’t have a fever/ aren’t being a super snake anymore. 

Anyways, we have some resolution. Which I think is the best thing of all. And which leads me to today’s thought:

Don’t leave issues unresolved. 

Obviously I was not going to leave your being sick unresolved (and our dad DEF wasn’t about to) but often we brush things- life, medical or otherwise- aside. Resolution is a really important thing. It helps to allow movement and growth. 

Anyone who has ever been dumped can tell you that some resolution allows you to move on whereas things left unsaid can haunt you for a long time. 

Ignoring or putting things aside just means you will have to deal with them later and I assure you that no matter how troubling they may be, later will be worse. 

So face that shit head on, Baby because you are strong and you can. 

In the meantime, can you take a nap so I can go finish breakfast? Resolution applies to my cold eggs too. 



Baby Sicknesses are Super Gross