Fun bags, Dirty pillows, Jugs, Cow tits, Jugs.......BREAST!!!

Gods gift to men but primarily intended for your growing child. GROWING CHILD?! Yes you know the thing you give birth to after 10 months of pregnancy and nourish for life, yeah that thing. It is intended to breastfeed! Yes those beautiful sexually stimulated fun bags have another purpose! 

You my fellow mother have not only been given the ability to sacrifice your body and make life but you also allowed to create breastmilk. Your infants favorite thing in the world! From the time a baby is born it almost always already knows what's best. 

A infant will scoot to a nipple on
It's own to suckle from the nipple. To get a taste of what is known at liquid gold! This gold is meant to not only feed your child but the act in itself means so much more. The closeness of a warm body. The on demand schedule. Always there for your baby in every way possible.

Too many women often turn a blind eye to this wonderful power. Are we such feminist that we choose not to work at breastfeeding and give our child the best or are we so suppressed that we fall into the cracks of what's socially acceptable when it comes to breast.  Too lazy? Too full of excuses to google  im "I'm having problems breastfeeding" but not lazy enough to type in "Facebook.com"? 

Breast are so functional, they make good pillows, keeps a mans hand warm, feed a baby, fill in a great bathing suit top and can get you free things lol! So many options yet Americans see breasts and sees sex!!

Excuse me! My nursing toddler does not seek me for sexual gratification. My toddler seeks love and nourishment! Cuddles and warmth! It's a bond, and the long term benefits are ridiculously good! So keep staring I know I'm giving the best. I'll stare right back and wonder why you haven't done the same! 

I havent blogged in a while!

but just know I haven't forgot about this place!! I will be posting soon! I have a few post that have been sitting in my draft section for a while now!! But as soon as I find some time, I will be posting some juicy mommy stuff :)


Until then, here is something I live by, only because it matches my life Oh so well :) 

Don't get offended if you have happy kids and a clean house because there is no room for perfection here lol 

Who wouldn't a mother Want to be Called "Super mom"?

I'm sure many of you out there are wondering why I don't want to know as a super mom. I know I'm not alone in the Anti Super mom image. I know many people look at me like a super mom but I don't feel like I am because at the end of the day, I'm just doing my Job as a mother.

In life perfection is hard to come by. A lot of people thrive for perfection, whether it's being the right weight or having the best grades in school. I thrive to be the best mother I can be. I know I'm not perfect even though it may seem like that to the outside world, but I try damn hard to do what I can.

Super mom is Perfection In my eyes (it may be different in yours). The woman who is up at 7am, has breakfast ready at 8, lunch at noon and Dinner at 6, has the laundry done and folded, and a clean house from top to bottom and fresh looking kids 24.7. Super mom is never loosing your temper or letting things go crazy.  All these accomplishment with 5 kids and a husband to tend to.

That's not me. I stumble, I fall, I cry. I get angry, sad, happy and frustrated in a 25 minute time span because that's what being a stay at home mom is about. The love and sometimes hate relationship you can have with your kids. The ice cream on the rug and the clay in the hair, the new artist using the wall as her canvas and the little boy who just loves playing with dog food; It all adds up and seems like this is my perfection. Breakfast, lunch and dinner when ever it can happen and laundry once a month. That's life for me. In pajamas all day, resting in the sun that creeps through the window pretending we are playing in the sand at the beach. Watching too much cartoons and reading 1000 books and working when I can.  Routines...What routine? That was out the window the day I chose to breastfeed. This is my chaos, our life, our way.

Super moms have no room to fail or grow because they are already perfect. Super moms plaster a smile on their face each day and pretend everything is okay when In reality is probably not. I'm far from perfect and don't feel bad if you are from it too because it just means that there is always something new to learn and do.

Breastfeeding

I've been almost breastfeeding for almost 3 years. My journey has been long and hard! I breastfed my daughter for 18 months and she self weaned because I was 5 months pregnant with her brother. Mommy's milk turned in to "Yuk". I got a 4 month nursing gap and then nursed my son who is still actively breastfed at 12 months.

I must say breastfeeding has been the hardest thing I ever had to do (even harder then telling my mom I was pregnant!). It really does take time and dedication and I think that's what most books and pamphlets and Breastfeeding advocates forget to tell you. It's hard work and you have to want to do it to make it work. No one in my family had breastfed. I was the first. I'm sure many people doubted me. All everyone could tell me was that it hurt and they only did it for 2 weeks (which is probably a lie), they said it was nasty and degrading, they said I would hate it. I was 19 a first time mom and knew squat about breastfeeding or being a mother but I was Determined.

I believe that a mother should give her child the best she can offer. Breast milk is the best a mother can offer to her child unless something else arises that gets in the way. I had a c section with Summer and I remember having such a hard time getting to latch. She hadnt eaten in hours and I was in pain and stressed out. I would litterally muffle her cries with my breast because I was so detemined to keep trying. After a certain point I just gave her formula until a nurse walked in and asked my I was giving her that. If I could, I would Thank that nurse because I never gave my daughter formula again. It was just the push I needed. I acted as formula didnt exist from that point on. I kept going, even with the strange stares from my cousins and questions from my aunts.

I sent formula to exile and there I was nursing every 15 minutes, sleep deprived with raw bloddy nipples. Summer had a terrible latch that would cause such terrible pain I literally had to bite down on something every time she latched on. I had to pump like crazy too because I had to go back to school in 3 days and I was just questioning myself every time I let her nurse. I was in pain and miserable. I couldnt take it but I couldnt give her formula. Something in me would not let it happen. I wanted to give my baby the best and I also secretly wanted to prove everyone wrong. You can breastfeed and be a young mom. I'm not too good to have leaky boobs or too young to try something new. I did it.

After a month of nursing the pain suddenly stopped and it got better but other problems were still relevant. Like her bad latch, terrible sleep pattern, my destroyed nipples and her massive dumps (Breastmilk is a natural laxative for infants). Thinking back on it it was really a struggle but worth every tear.

Everyone asked How long I was going to nurse and why I was going to nurse so long. I always felt like I should have my own pamphlet as to why I am doing what I'm doing. It would say something like

 "I'm letting my child self wean. Why? Because Its whats best for my child.
 I have no problem nursing a toddler. Why? because I don't have an over sexualized mind like the rest of Americans. A child in most countries will nurse till 7 and is considered disgusting here, yet a grown man can fondle and suck a breast and its ok.
Breastfed children get sick less and fight better against illness.
its good for mom too (weight loss, less likely to get breast cancer)
Why I dont give formula? Because its not THE BEST I can offer.
Why don't I fully cover while nursing? My answer: Last I heard this is america, we don't eat under blankets here so why should my baby?"

Im Sure I can add much much much more. You never get to know how ignorant a person can really be until your faced with a person who questions every good thing about breastfeeding and makes it seem sexual.

 I don't think I'm better than mothers who cant or choose not to breastfeed. I do feel like I've endured a lot and to me its not just breastfeeding. Its a bonding experience, its being able to cuddle with your child all day everyday. Being there for your child when something hurts or they just need comfort. This is what nursing can offer and so much more. It becomes a security thing for mother and child. Its a huge accomplishment to go this far. So what if I my tits are "ruined" or if I had to spoil my baby by picking her up every 15 minutes. Im proud of myself.

What your childless friends wont understand

If your a young like me (maybe even some older folks can  relate) you have experienced loosing friends in the 10 months you were pregnant (yes you are pregnant for technically 10 months). What I didnt know then, that I know now is that the ones that do stick around don't know what life is really like after you have become a mother. 

Life never  really goes back to being the same. No more partying frequently or even occasionally. In my case its endangered and I'm lucky if it happens once a year. No more alone time or free time. No room for a night . out with the girls. For Some moms that's okay, life happens, thing are suppose to change. Your life is now dedicated to a child who honestly needs you there. Things may get better when they start school, but that free time you may have will probably have to go towards, cleaning, working and running errands. Which is what  you most likely did before but now you can do it in peace. 

Most friends don't understand the change. They don't see that if your a stay at home mom you are a full time provider, or if your breastfeeding that your nursing baby needs you at night. They wont see that the club scene is really no place for a mother of 2 and wont appreciate that you went that one time two years ago. They wont get why you cant have that 4th drink or why you are just saying NO 

I went out with a friend about 2 or 3x (within the past 3+ years) and I remember her asking me why it seemed like I was in a rush to do things and get home early as if I had a curfew. Subconsciously I did. I was like Cinderella trying to make it home in time to my kids to make sure no one woke up angry or asked for mommy. Although I was glad to be out, a part of me was still home. I would take back a drink and look into it right before I drank it and think about my kids - Where they okay? Did they need me? Did I leave enough milk for my breastfed child? Sure dads home but Dad is not mom. They wont understand that, they wont see that dad is really only like an assistant (your lucky if hes even that) or that you honestly miss your kids even if you been at home with them everyday for the past two years.

Sure I need a break, but it gets kind of tiring when friends tell me I NEED to go out as if I lost something in my life. I'd like to go out, but not as frequently as my friends think. Id like to have a drink once in a blue, but I dont want to get drunk like Im at a college frat party. Your friends wont understand, that you will choose a night of sleep over a night of good ol dancing and some fun. Sleep seems way more important as a mom. Even a nice shower is a treat as a mother. But they wont understand that.

When you have children not only does your life change, but your relationship with others do. Your best friend of many years may now only be someone you speak to once a month (when you used to speak to her 20x a day). Your mother may suddenly ask why don't you  call her any more like you used to (forgetting that there isn't much time for phone calls these days). Your husband may wonder what happened to the days where you guys would be physically intimate. It all changes. 

Your lucky if you get a few that stick around, the ones who understand all the madness and still remain persistent in an ever evolving relationship. A good friend one wont get annoyed that you never called back because they know you have a lot going on. Don't feel lonely that everyone has seemed to continue with their life because they did what they are suppose to do, Their life didn't change, yours did and you continued on with your new life as they did with their usual life. 

Its Okay to Not like your kids sometimes

We are humans fully capable of experiencing an array of emotions, from sad to excited we cover it all. We handle stress differently and have more or less patience than others. Ill probably be the first to admit, sometimes I don't like my kids. Does this mean I don't love them?, NO! It just simply mean there are times when I am not too fond of them and just need a simple break.  

My kids are rough! Some days are better than others, some worse than most days. They are really into independence (I blame that on my free range method) and they are just into everything like most children. They are emotional creatures, always crying or demanding something, never listening to the word you drill in their head everyday (no). Being a breastfeeding on demand, work at home, stay at home mom is not easy. The stars are never really aligned in my favor. Before bed, I come up with a master plan in my head for the day before. IT NEVER HAPPENS. Like I said my kids are rough. 

On my bad days sometimes I want things to go as planned and when its really bad I just want a break from it all. I don't want boogers on my face, or a 2 year old brushing my hair pretending to be a hair stylist. I don't want my son pulling at my shirt for his 5th nursing session is 20 minutes. Sometimes I don't want to be touched or bothered. I'm not a monster. I'm a person with feelings. Sure a super mom would enjoy their whiney toddler tugging on their cape every 3 minutes, but I know I don't on my bad days. 

Its okay to be overwhelmed and need a break. Its okay to cry when your 7 day old just wont shut up. We are not made from steel. If we didn't have these emotions we would all be monotone robots. Don't beat yourself up , life happens. Take a deep breath (if you can), pace around the house (without tripping over some toys) and tell yourself  "soon they will all be sleeping" (even if they just woke up lol) 

"Your baby Can read"....WHY?!

"Your baby Can read" - Making a baby genius or Lazy Parents?

My mind is all over with this post. I have a few things to say about this product and parenting in general. Ill start by saying, its so inticing! Watching those infomertials late night, seeing little 9 month olds saying words off a que card. I was shocked! I wanted my baby to talk and read. How could anyone deny enhancing they child, it doesnt hurt. Does it? 

Why do we need a 9 month old talking? Why do we need them Reading? Are we just too lazy as a society to stop and read to our children these days and have a few more conversations? It seems like we have better things to do with our time as parents so we sit our 3 month old in front of a TV for a few minutes (or hours) and make a baby genius. Yeah Right! 

TV is not recommended for children under the age of 2 (says the AAP). Sure we all need some free time and turn in the boob tube and pray for some relaxation. Im just as guilty of that. Summer has her favorite shows but shes almost 3 and most didnt pop up until after a year ( here I go bragging, which will start my next subject soon), and the same goes for her little brother. 

We live in a time where everyone wants a super genius baby. Mothers can be just as competitive as sports players. Everyone wants not only the cutest kid but the smartest one. A child that is the best at everything that comes there way and hits the milestones before they are suppose to even occur. We are all like that in some way. I know, I was as a first time mom. We brag about our advanced child and bookmark each accomplishment as if man hadnt already walked on the moon. I think we all seem to forget that most normal children will catch up to the advanced ones and thats all that really counts. 

Do we really want to advance our child because we want them to be Harvard graduate or because we want one more trick to our Monkeys resume. Read reviews on this product, good and bad. This is not something that teaches your child to read, it teaches word memorization as a whole. A picture of a word is not as good as knowing the phonics of the word.

We rush our kids to grow up to fast. We take the bottle away at 6 months, encourage early walking as if they have some where to go, wean them from the breast because they grew a tooth. We then wonder why our 11 year old girls want to wear make up and dress like a 23 year old woman. Life has been a race from birth. I personally dont mind my babies babbles or reading the same book 7x in a row to them, I have no desire to be read to by them until I'm old and gray. Babies are babies, and toddlers are toddlers, not baby genius's.