As discussion continues on the original post in this series, I’ll admit I am more than a little intimidated to share my strategy with you. Ya’ll are smart mommies . . . you don’t need my silly plan! But I do. Writing it down and sharing the results makes me more accountable to stick with it. Even if I fail completely you can still read the comments . . . that’s where the good stuff is anyway (not that I agree with every perspective shared.)
I keep reminding myself that though I believe in many of the attachment parenting ideals, we do not live in a tribal society. I don’t have numerous people living a stone’s throw away to help me with daily tasks. It’s just me and my husband. Our families live far away and we can only ask so much of our friends. We have to adjust to our situation the best we can.
~ Comment from Pippi on THAT Mom
So where were we? It’s hard to remember since I haven’t been getting much sleep lately. Hmm . . .sleep. Something about that subject seems vaguely familiar. Were we talking about sleep? Ah yes, I remember now! This series is devoted to avoiding THAT Mom. (If you don’t know who THAT Mom is, start here. However, if you don’t already know you probably don’t need to read this post!)
As Pippi duly noted, we don’t live in a tribal culture. Few moms have an extra pair of hands to hold baby and help with dinner while momma catches up on much needed sleep. Sadly, most of us moms have come to believe that help isn’t there because it isn’t necessary. We believe we should be able to do this all by ourselves.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. WRONG!
The saying, “It takes a village,” wasn’t created in a focus group. It comes from experience. The nuclear family arrangement works in many ways when it comes to housework, but the fact remains that my toaster cannot supervise Katie while I crash for a few hours with Micah.
With few exceptions, most of us don’t have a tribe. But that doesn’t mean we don’t need one . . . it means we need to create one. Krippendorf did. And so did I.
For Daniel and I, creating our tribe meant intentionally living within five minutes of extended family. You are probably trying not to hate me right now. I get that.
You may be thinking, “Wait a sec, I thought this was supposed to be your plan to get sleep without letting Micah cry it out. Why are we talking about tribes?“
Good question. If there’s anything I’ve learned in the past few weeks, it’s that there’s a learning curve associated with this experiment. I tried the 90 minute sleep cycle for a few days. At first it worked beautifully. Then, disaster. Overtired baby. Overtired mommy. Maybe I should have actually READ the book before trying to implement it!
No matter how knowledgeable I become, there will always be an “experimental” factor with each new child I welcome. There are going to be failed attempts, missed naps, and meltdowns. I need some margin for error. If I try something new and it BOMBS, my tribe sometimes (but not always) helps out by watching Katie while I grab an extra nap. It helps me get back on track. The setup is not perfect and we make compromises where necessary, but it helps.
If you’re reading this there’s a good chance you’re working on your own sleep experiment. Maybe you don’t have family nearby and you’re thinking this step is totally impractical. Maybe so. I debated writing about it for that reason, but since it’s part of my strategy it felt like the honest thing to do.
Wondering if there’s a way to make this work for you? In my next post I’ll share some ideas that may help. In the meantime I’d love to hear from you!
Question #1: What are some of the creative ways you’ve pulled people into your tribe for additional support? I know some of you have gone it completely alone, but others have leaned on relatives, friends, neighbors, or others.
Question #2: When family lives far away, can you lean on friends, or do you worry too much that they’ll think you cannot handle mommyhood?
[info_box]Mommypotamus here. I needed some extra sleep to, ahem, work on my next post about sleep. Hopefully it will be ready tomorrow, but in the meantime enjoy this fabulous birth story submitted by American ex-pat Kate S along with new submissions from Melodie, Theresa, Carolyn, Pomomama, Michelle and more. [/info_box]
My husband, my two year old daughter and I moved to South America in the spring of 2009 and one of the first things I did was find a midwife even though I wasn’t pregnant again yet. I had my first baby at home in Texas with Ann Crowel, Cindy Haggerton and Ann’s apprentice, Abby. It was an awesome experience and I hope I get to have all of my babies this way!
We don’t use any form of birth control so we were counting on our babies being somewhere around two years apart. As it turned out they actually had the exact same due date! Apparently ecological breast feeding works for me :). We were all so excited about Baby Two even though the only midwife in town didn’t speak English and our Spanish was (is) coming along very slowly. My midwife, Jesica, was due one month before me with her first baby, which also was a little unsettling for us but we put it in God’s hands. Jesica works with two doulas, usually only one per birth but we asked if we could have both of them – and I’m so glad we did!
From eleven weeks on my midwife came over to my house for my prenatal checkups – and stayed for two hours! That’s South America for you… they like to take their time :). Despite the language barrier Jesica was very concerned with getting to know me as best she could so that I would be comfortable with her during the birth. A few months before I was due the doulas, Romina and Laura, started coming over once a week (for two hours) just to hang out in order to get to know me better as well. I could go on and on about how wonderful doulas are right here and about how everyone should use them, and about how they are some of the most caring, comforting, and amazing women – but I need to get on to the birth!
Jesica ended up having her baby right around her due date so we were in the clear for Baby Two to arrive around my due date – August 4th. My stepmom arrived July 22nd and I was hoping I would go into labor a few days later after she had time to adjust to my daughter’s schedule and routines since she would be watching her during the birth. Well, we waited and waited but nothing happened.
My daughter Mariana’s second birthday, August 2nd, came and went and I was really hoping the baby would come that day. Then early in the morning on August 5th, the day after my due date, I started having contractions. I went and woke up my poor husband who had been working late and had only gone to bed twenty minutes before! He quickly got up, called my stepmom and started helping me get comfortable. My daughter woke up a few hours later and my stepmom took her out for the day – I don’t know what we would have done without Grandma! I had never spent more than a couple of hours apart from my daughter and it was so much easier for me to relax during labor knowing that she was in good hands the whole time.
Jesica, her new baby, and the doulas came over as soon as we called them to tell them my contractions were somewhat regular and about ten minutes apart. Jesica, was very concerned that her baby would be distracting to me during labor (even though I told her I didn’t mind her being there) so she took her home and said she would return soon. After a while my contractions slowed down which was very frustrating since I really wanted to have this baby. The doulas just kept reminding me that the baby would come when it was ready and that I needed to relax and take a walk. So my husband and I took a walk.
When we returned I told my husband to go take a nap because I knew that I would need him to be well rested when the labor started to progress. Then the doulas taught me how to play an Argentine version of Gin Rummy while the contractions started picking back up :). They were increasingly painful.
Romina and Laura would massage my back with sage oil during each one, relieving much of the pain. By this time it was evening and Jesica had been back a couple of times to check on me. I had been sitting on the toilet backwards and on the birthing ball as well. When my husband woke up, after building me a fire (August is winter in Argentina) he insisted that I get off of the birthing ball and walk up and down the stairs to get the baby moving despite the pain because, as he said, “that’s what Dr. Cindy would tell you to do.” (After Dr. Cindy had me walk the stairs twice during my first birth, my daughter finally started to progress). I walked the stairs a few times and then requested the bathtub because the pain was becoming so intense. The bath was AMAZING and gave me a much needed break. After a while though, the comfort of the hot water started to wear off and I had to move on to another pain relieving technique, while staying in the water, which was singing (if you want to call it that It was more like the sound whales make. I made the same crazy sound during my daughter’s birth and it’s like my body remembered just what to do to help relieve some of the pain. Around 11pm the midwife returned to check me. I was 6 cm dilated and she told everyone that she was going home to check on her baby but that she would be back in half an hour. My husband told her that with my first birth I went from a 6 to a 10 very quickly. He told her that she might not want to leave. She said, “oh no, we have time.”
Well, she didn’t return half an hour later. She didn’t even return three and a half hours later. Like I said, they like to take their time down here. The doulas were getting very anxious for her to return, texting her every few minutes without any response. I had no idea at the time what was going on. I was very focused on my contractions and as long as SOMEONE was rubbing my back and holding my hand during them I didn’t really care who was there.
Here’s where it gets a little graphic so I apologize :)… Laura had been trying to get me to have a BM for a few hours. I had tried on the toilet earlier and nothing happened. Now I had been in the bath for several hours and she again reminded me that I probably needed to have a BM. I think I knew if I pushed out a BM I wouldn’t be able to hold the baby in and I didn’t think it was time to push but… I did as I was told and out came the BM and with the same push the baby crowned! I was on my hands and knees and my husband was holding me up from the side of the tub as I exhaled underwater before letting out the loudest scream ever during my next contraction and Whoala! Our son, Sebastian Gabriel, was born! With one push!
All the pain was gone and I was holding this amazing new life in my arms! Sebastian immediately latched on and started nursing (and hasn’t stopped yet!) Laura, who caught my baby, was thrilled but scared to say the least. In school she was trained never to catch the babies, that is the midwife’s job, but where was the midwife? She arrived just in time to deliver the placenta, a few minutes after Laura and Romina had gotten us out of the tub, bundled up and onto an impromptu pallet of towels on the floor. I couldn’t believe it when she told me I did not tear at all! I thought surely, after pushing Sebastian out so quickly I would have torn. I think sitting in the warm bath for several hours probably helped. I think Jesica was having some postpartum issues, getting adjusted to being a new mom and being away from her baby. Praise God for those doulas! And Praise God Sebastian came out without a hitch, perfectly healthy, without the slightest complication!
There’s nothing like climbing into clean sheets by a fire with a new baby just minutes old :). What sweet sleep! Below is the birth announcement my witty husband sent out.
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Hello friends and family,
Thank you for your well-wishes and congratulations. For those we have not yet contacted, our son, Sebastian Gabriel, was born at (around) 3:00am on Friday, August 6th. He was (around) 7 pounds, 7 ounces, and (around) 20 inches. The exact time/measurements will forever remain a mystery, as will the location of our midwife, who was not actually present for the birth (long story), although she had been present throughout the day.
Like Mariana, Sebastian was born in the warm surroundings of our home (in Argentina), with a fire burning in the hearth and in Kate’s lower back. We hired two doulas, Laura (25) and Romina (31). They had each given birth at home. The responsibility of the doula is to massage, assist, and to be a loving companion to Kate through the birthing experience. It is hard to imagine two women more ideally suited for this task. They remained with Kate for 24 straight hours, from the early morning contractions (which lasted for about 6 hours), through the lull in the day (when Kate played cards and rested), and into active labor (the final 7 hours). We had come to know them quite well prior to the birth, as they frequently visited our house with their young daughters.
By 11:30pm, Kate was 6 cm dilated and in a great deal of motherly pain. We drew a warm bath for her, where she would labor for the next three and half hours through contractions roughly one minute apart. By 2:30am, right around the time I returned from the pub (just kidding), Kate began showing the signs of an imminent milagro (miracle). At 2:58am, Kate screamed, the baby crowned, Kate screamed again, and Sebastian was born. It wasn’t exactly a water birth because Sebastian never touched the water (Kate was on her knees in a tub that was half-full, and I was holding her). Laura caught Sebastian mid-air, swung him to Kate’s chest, and I immediately assisted them both to warmth and dry land. It was not how we drew it up, to say the least. Then the midwife arrived in time to deliver the placenta (uh, muchas gracias!).
…and that is how we met Sebastian.
It’s time to visit your local pumpkin patch, take a hayride, jump in a huge pile of raked leaves and then head indoors for creamed onions.
Why creamed onions? Because it happens to be the favorite holiday food of the seventeenth commenter and winner, Latisha! Congratulations!!!
If you didn’t win why not visit Stitch Tac Sew and order something for your little one? I mean, seriously, check out this ADORABLE pumpkin hat! Micah got his very own this week to wear at the pumpkin patch! Thanks, Nikki!
Speaking of squishy little bundles of cuteness, can you tell me who:
Because if you can’t, you’ve got some catching up to do! These are just a few of the many wonderful stories shared by strong, beautiful mothers on yesterday’s linkup. I’m still working through them all, but so far they are incredible! Check them out!Read More »
Steam is rising from my favorite red mug. The day is clear . . . no commitments, errands to run, or phone calls to make. It’s just me, my babies and your stories.
My children’s births weren’t that dramatic, but I still managed to have a lot to say about them (here, here, here, here and here) and I’m sure you do, too. It’s time press “Publish” and get this party started!
Simply sign up with Mr. Linky below using the URL to your specific birth story post (and not to your blog homepage…this will help find your post without having to search your blog for it).
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About the Author: Kirsten loves being wife to the man of her dreams and mommy to a precious 14 month-old girl and another baby due in January! She enjoys spending time with her family, learning how to live a healthful lifestyle, music, reading, writing, and encouraging other moms.
It all began on Monday evening, August 17, 2009. I started having painless contractions that were very consistent and pretty intense. I had also had some bloody show that morning. I was so excited, because my mom and sister were here for the baby and Lauren’s birthday was on Tuesday, August 18th. We were hoping the baby could share her birthday!
Mom had fixed dinner for Nathanael and me to eat together out on our back patio. We had a great time talking and enjoying one another, thinking this could be the last dinner we would eat alone for a while. It was right at the end of dinner that the contractions started.
Nathanael began timing contractions, and we all took a walk to see what would happen. The contractions started getting longer and longer, with shorter spaces in between. I was so excited, but tried to keep my mind calm. When we got home, we sat down and talked for awhile, and I noticed that the contractions were slowing down. Oh no! Sometime in here we had called our midwife to give her a head’s up on what was going on. By the time I went to bed, the contractions had pretty much stopped, and I was very disappointed. We talked to our midwife again, and she said it was common for pre-labor to do just that, and real labor could even start in the middle of the night or in the morning. We went to bed, hoping that something would happen that night or the next day.
Another thing that had made me anxious, is that when we saw the midwife on the 17th, she informed me that if the baby had not come by the following week, I would need to have a non-stress test, and also an ultrasound to make sure that the baby was still okay to be in the womb. Oh dear, I did not want that! We had opted out of all the ultrasounds before that because we did not want that kind of intervention in our pregnancy. I started to worry, and started feeling a little like a failure because the baby had not come yet.
August 18th, Lauren’s birthday. I had not had a single contraction all night, and that day proved to be the same. We enjoyed a little party, complete with cheesecake, and at the end of the day, I was disappointed once again that nothing was happening with my body. Nathanael and I took a walk to talk about it, and I had a few painless contractions while we were walking, which just made me frustrated. “So, when I’m walking I have contractions, but if I stop, they stop. What am I supposed to do? Start walking to the Birth Center and hope I’m in labor by the time I get there?”
Finally, we decided to change our waiting tactic. I gave up the idea of giving birth on Lauren’s birthday, and decided that instead of waiting so eagerly and reading into every little twinge my body made, I would just ignore the fact that I was “overdue” (my EDD was August 14), and pretend that I had another month to go. That way I could enjoy Mom and Lauren, and not feel pressured to pop the baby out right away. We had a great time the next few days, shopping, spending time together, taking walks, and loving our time as a family. I went to water aerobics on Wednesday morning as usual, and of course everyone was surprised to see me there. I just needed to get in the water and stretch out, and also feel that my schedule was “normal”. The rest of the week was completely uneventful with no sign of labor.
Friday morning, August 21, I woke up at 3:25 a.m. with a contraction. I didn’t realize it was a contraction, though, I just thought I had to go to the bathroom. I went, and then returned to bed, only to wake up again a few minutes later with the same urge. As I sat on the toilet, I noticed that I was pretty crampy. After the third or fourth contraction (I was figuring out that is what they were), I was really feeling them, and resorted to leaning my elbows on the edge of the bed and swaying my hips back and forth for the duration of each one.
It was now about 4 a.m., and I saw that Nathanael was awake, so I told him I had just had about 5 contractions in the last 30 minutes. He opened his contraction tracking app on his phone and we started tracking them as they came. At first I could cope with them just fine on my own, leaning on the bed and swaying back and forth. I tried the birth ball too, but that didn’t work for me. The contractions were getting closer and closer together, and were becoming more intense too. Soon I was having Nathanael do the double hip squeeze on me as I leaned on the bed each time.
Time is very blurry to me from this point on. (I had heard that this happened in labor, and didn’t really believe it that much, but it was totally true for me!) Some time around 5 or 5:15 Nathanael woke Mom and Lauren to tell them to start getting ready, and called his sister Tina to let her know what was going on, and I think he may have called the birth center then also.
I decided to take a shower, because I wanted to get all dressed, and do my hair and makeup before we went in. (Ha ha!) This was probably around 5:30 or 5:45. The contractions were happening about every 3-4 minutes at this point, and were quite intense. I was now groaning and making oooh, and ahhh sounds to keep me focused during the contractions, as well as leaning over, swaying, and having Nathanael press my hips together. I had several contractions in the shower while he was on the phone with Ali, our midwife. She asked him how things were going, and what time we wanted to meet at the birth center. Nathanael said we could probably be there in about half an hour. She listened to me have a couple contractions, and they decided we would all meet there as soon as we could.
I have never been so aware of how very short a minute is before! The contractions were a minute long and two minutes apart by now, which is a sly way of saying there is only one minute between them. I was blow drying my hair, and had to stop every minute and run into the bedroom to lean on the bed so Nathanael could press my hips and I could make it through the contraction. Mom and Lauren were rushing around the house gathering the last few things I wanted at the birth center, and getting everything in the car. After drying my hair, I said, “Ok, forget the makeup. Let’s go right now!” Everyone practically ran to the car. Don’t tell anyone, but I did not wear a seatbelt as Nathanael drove like a mad man to the birth center, 10 minutes away. There was no way I could sit in the seat. I was kneeling backwards on the front seat, leaning over, hanging onto the seat for dear life and moaning my way through 5 or 6 contractions until we got to the birth center. I recalled the instructor saying in our birth class that if you jumped out of the car, grabbed your bags and walked in smiling, you were there too early, but if you had to hang onto the car for a contraction, and then hurried in and charged right to the room, barely making eye contact with anyone, it was perfect timing. I’d say we got there at the perfect time.
It was now 6:20. I had one more contraction in the car, and practically ran into the birth center, bee lining for the room they pointed me to. I barely made it in there before the next contraction hit, and there I was leaning on the bed, moaning, and having Nathanael press my hips again.
I was Group B Strep positive, so I was supposed to have an IV of antibiotics, but because of how quickly I was seeming to progress, Ali asked if she could check my cervix and see how far I had to go, to see if the antibiotic would even do any good (it had to be in my body for about 2 hours to be effective). I laid down on the bed, and when she checked me, she said, “Well, your cervix is practically gone!” Because of the imminence of the birth, we decided to forgo the antibiotics after all.
I had a few contractions side-lying on the bed, and then they told me I could get in the tub if I wanted to. I got in and ended up being in the tub for about an hour, but it wasn’t really as soothing for me as I thought it would be. I still had Nathanael press my hips, and was moaning and casting pitches with my voice, trying not to wear my vocal cords out. The hot water felt good on my back (I had them put towels on me so I wouldn’t get cold). It’s kind of funny, because I was laboring hard, and was sweating so much, but I still felt annoyed if my back got cold.
I was feeling so much pressure and bulging inside of me, and occasionally having the urge to push. Ali checked me again, and finally my water broke! Wow, that was such a relief, I couldn’t believe it. For some reason things seemed to get much clearer after that. I had much more definite sensation of where the baby was, and more of a feel of how to get it out. I started pushing, but was having a hard time in the tub, because I didn’t feel I could get in the position I needed to be in. Nathanael suggested trying the birthing stool, and that sounded good, so I got out of the tub and onto the stool.
Now I was pushing like crazy. With every contraction came the urge to push, and push I did! Nathanael was sitting behind me, and I leaned against him and held his hands. Well, that sounds exaggeratedly relaxed. Ha! Basically I held on to him for dear life, squeezed his hands and braced myself on his arms. He got quite the workout that day!
The whole pushing stage felt like it went very fast, and like it took forever. Time was very foggy to me. Once on the birth stool, though, I felt better able to focus and could feel the baby moving down the birth canal, which was so encouraging! Soon, I could reach and feel the baby’s head coming closer and closer to the outside of my body. About at this point, they put a mirror on the floor so I could see the progress, and this helped me tremendously too. I was able to put all my focus on moving the little dark head I was starting to see down and out.
The most intense time was just as the baby crowned. Of course, that means the widest part of the baby is coming out of a small, stretching hole in me. The level of pain didn’t increase, I was just more keenly aware of every sensation. As the head came to the verge of crowning, there was so much intense pressure on everything “down there”, it didn’t seem possible to get the baby out without me ripping in two. I felt a burning around the edge of my vagina as the head crowned. It was enough to make me want to pull all my muscles in to avoid pushing against the burning, but the midwives were encouraging me to push into the burn, and I was thinking, “The harder I push now, the quicker it will be over,” so I just kept at it.
Almost before I knew it the head was out and I felt so much relief. I was panting, and said, “I need a little break!” The pushing urge totally went away for a minute, and I just leaned on Nathanael and relaxed a little and caught my breath. Suddenly I was ready again, and after just a couple more pushes, my baby was out and they put it in my arms! The feeling of the whole body of that little baby slipping out of me was more amazing than almost anything I have ever experienced. Plus, at that moment, all pain and discomfort was absolutely gone! (Yet another thing I had heard, but wasn’t sure I believed. What a skeptic I am!)
The baby wasn’t crying, and when we looked at it, we realized the baby was fast asleep! Ali was a little concerned because it wasn’t making noise, but she checked the heart and lungs and everything was totally perfect. The APGAR scores were 7 and 10. Ali said, “I keep wanting to say ‘he or she’, but I don’t know which it is.” So I took a little peek and said, “It’s a girl!” Soon Nathanael announced, “This is Sara Chantelle.” She was born at 8:19 a.m., making it just shy of 5 hours from the time my labor had started.
Sara continued to sleep peacefully for about an hour and a half. The midwives were amazed at her. Ali said it happened about once in five years to have a baby born asleep. Sara had an incredible cone head when she was born, and a little bruising on the top of her head, but her head quickly returned to normal shape (practically within hours).
Pushing the placenta out was another really interesting experience. I had a couple little contractions that didn’t really even hurt, and after one push it slid right out of me. When that was done, my whole body felt so much relief. When they checked me out, the midwives found no tearing at all, not even little “skid marks”, so I did not need any stitches.
The student midwives joked with Nathanael after Sara’s birth that he’d better learn to catch babies, and maybe if we have very many kids we should just have home births.
Soon we moved to the bed to relax, enjoy our baby and get her started on nursing. She was so sleepy she wasn’t really even interested in eating! Sara did finally latch on and nurse, and with the help of a nipple shield to shape my nipple better, she nursed like a pro. After a couple of days she didn’t even need the shield any more. About 1:30 p.m. we were ready to go home, so we packed up all our stuff and our new baby and drove home! What a day!
I am so grateful for the opportunity to give birth at the Puget Sound Birth Center. After this experience, I could not imagine giving birth any other way. The midwives were so supportive, and helped me by giving me just the right amount of information at each stage. It was also great to have Mom, Lauren, and Tina there, as they helped set such a peaceful atmosphere and I knew they were covering me in prayer. There is no way I could have given birth without my husband, Nathanael. He supported me from the beginning to the end, pressed my hips through every single contraction, and constantly encouraged me.
The whole birth experience was so amazing for me. Such a miracle. We had put much time, thought, and prayer into preparing for Sara’s birth. I read just about everything I could get my hands on regarding birth, and we took a birth class. The best preparation I did was to read Supernatural Childbirth by Jackie Mize. I was believing in and preparing for a supernatural, pain-free birth, with a fast, easy delivery. While this birth was not pain-free, it was supernatural. The fact that for my first baby labor was only 5 hours start to finish, I was completely dilated when I got to the birth center only 3 hours into it, and I had no tearing at all is a great testimony to this. Plus Sara was born sleeping, and the whole process of labor and delivery was filled with peace and no fear, even though it was intense.
Our pastor’s wife prayed over me for supernatural childbirth a couple of weeks before Sara was born, and encouraged me to go for the platinum, but be so grateful if God gave us gold. She encouraged me to not beat up on myself no matter how it turned out, but just to be thankful for what happened, and know that the next one can be even better. We had many others supporting us in prayer too, before and during labor. Praise the Lord!
Sara’s name is based on 1Peter 2:9. “For you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His wonderful light.” Sara means Princess, and Chantelle means Spirit of Worship.Read More »
I’ve been feeling like I need to apologize to the cute little Real Food Media blogroll on my sidebar. Every morning when I open my laptop I hear it sputter with excitement.
“What are we going to talk about today?,” it chirps. “New pumpkin pie porridge recipe? How to make yogurt?” It waits expectantly to announce today’s topic.
But for the past month or so, I can tell my chipper little blogroll has been getting depressed. “Oh, another one about your uterus. Yay,” it drolls. Today, it stopped working altogether. Not just on my site, but everywhere.
I can take a hint. Baby fever has taken over my blog.
I’m sorry little blogroll. Please come back. This post is for you . . . and for moms who want to feed their families a yummy, healthy breakfast and sleep 20 extra minutes in the morning.
Whip up this delightful breakfast bar on Sunday afternoon and smile. You’re done with breakfast for the week. One pan easily makes enough to feed our family (three adults and one toddler) for at least the workweek. By then we’re usually ready for something new, like buttermilk pancakes, so it works out well.* How much easier can it be?
Oatmeal (nourishing and frugal), pastured eggs (packed with omega 3’s and protein), coconut oil (healthy saturated fat) and fruit are a wonderful way to start the day. Since my days are currently starting at 4am, I need some *wonderful* right about then.
Note: Don’t be afraid to play with this recipe. I’ve used fresh fruit and other combinations (like dried mango with almond extract) and it’s all been scrumptious.
Visit Jenny, my culinary hero, over at Nourished Kitchen for the recipe
* If you’d prefer more variety you can freeze half and serve it every other day while alternating with other meals
Smoothies are so versatile. They’re great for hiding your toddlers supplements or masking the taste of certain veggies, but you don’t need a reason like that to start incorporating them into your morning routine.
Smoothies are quick, nutritious, portable , and kids love them. Below is a real food version of the SP Cleanse Smoothie I created for Daddypotamus. If you’re interested in finding more ways to boost the nutritional value of your morning smoothie, check out this article at Passionate Homemaking.
* 1/2 cup peaches
* 3/4 cup mango
* 1/4 cup banana
* 1/4 cup kefir, raw cream or full-fat coconut milk
* Water until desired consistency is reached.
* 2-3 egg yolks
Some of your stomachs are probably already revolting at the idea, but greens are a fabulous breakfast. Plus, it’s a great way to get ahead on your veggie requirement for the day.
Quick Tip: Sautee with minced garlic in leftover pastured bacon grease or coconut oil. The healthy fats will help you absorb more of chard’s many antioxidants, vitamins and minerals.
To Prepare: Mince garlic and set aside. Place oil on medium heat. When oil is ready, add garlic and chard. Sautee until wilted, or about 5 minutes.
Optional: Serve with a side of scrambled eggs from pastured hens to add extra protein to this fabulous, nutrient dense breakfast.Read More »
This would be a good time to imagine me pulling a plastic photo protector out of my clunky virtual wallet. As I unfold it like a well-used accordion I won’t mind if you try to mask your boredom with a polite smile. “How long is this going to take???,” you might wonder. “What about the post on vaccines, water filters . . . Real Food For Busy Moms?”
Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick.
This is my firstborn. Without her, this blog would never have existed.
Things were a little tense with her after Micah was born, but after we established the three four cardinal rules of baby care (DON’T stick your finger down his throat, smack him in the face, poke him in the eye or pull off ANY of his appendages) life sweetened up a bit.
I’m still getting to know this little guy. He’s a mystery in so many ways. When Katie was born she reminded me so much of Daniel I wondered if every. single. gene. I’d contributed was recessive. This time, although I can’t say exactly why, I look at Micah and see . . . myself.
I love him more every day. To try to say it more eloquently would be a complete failure. I’ll leave that to the poets.
Wow, I can’t believe you actually read all the way to the end, but here you are. Thanks for stopping by to let me show you my loves.