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In the two minutes it took me to use the restroom earlier today, my son found and ingested a few ounces of bubbles. Yummy. The guy at poison control said if he didn’t vomit large amounts in the next hour he’d be fine, just probably have the runs. No vomit, thankfully, but I am not looking forward to his next few dirty diapers. I think if I have to call Poison Control again, I will need to use a fake name. At the rate Keagan eats things he shouldn’t, they’ll probably report me to CPS. Haha.

We went to a playgroup yesterday and Keagan had a blast. He really loves playing with other kids. I’d take him back to the park today to get more interaction with other kids, but as it turns out there is rain of Biblical proportions pouring down so we are playing inside today. He’s getting tired of books and puzzles. I’m hopeful that after naptime it will be nicer outside. I don’t need sun… just a break in the rain. (spoken like a true Pacific Northwester)

It seems that Eden is following in her brother’s footsteps with food intolerances. Something in my diet makes her vomit big time. Poor little thing. I’ve cut out all dairy and soy. It seems to be getting a bit better so we’ll see if this works. I am praying it does because the poor little thing is just miserable. Plus, it’s really frustrating for a post partum Mama who is still losing weight and only has two pairs of pants to get large amounts of vomit on her clothes every day. Not that I don’t care about the kiddo first and foremost, but I would really love to not have to choose between sweatpants with a hole in the crotch and vomit soaked khakis.

Both kids are growing and changing so much by the day. Keagan talks more and more every day. In spite of the fact that I’ve done very little in the way of teaching him, he knows all his letters and their sounds and occasionally uses these skills to sound out words on his own. I am shocked by all of this. I didn’t expect him to be in the early stages of learning to read weeks after his second birthday, but he is.

He’s adjusting fairly well to his little sister, who’s been here five weeks already! He is very sweet with her about 90% of the time. Every once in awhile, however, his jealous streak shows. Usually when she’s nursing. Poor little guy misses it. My milk dried up when I was pregnant with her, but he’s always kept a strong attachment to my breasts. I’ve tried to offer nursing to him, but he only latches on for a few seconds. He does not want to nurse, but he sure does not want HER to get to nurse either.

Eden is smiling all the time now. I love that smiley new baby stage. She’s adorable. She’s growing so very fast. She looks like a new baby almost daily. We keep wondering who she looks like and I don’t think we’ll know for some time. It is so nice to cuddle such a sweet little one. I forgot how special this newborn time was the first time around.

As I look at her I wonder if she’s my last baby. I don’t know what our future holds, but I am snuggling close just in case.


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I took this silly little quiz on facebook. It was called “What’s Your Parenting Style?” I got the result “Extreme Granola Parenting.” It then went on to use the term “cave-mom” and other various negative descriptors such as hostile. It was fairly cute, but come on now. (and yes, I know it does not matter. It is just a facebook quiz…)

But it made me think. How do people see me? Does that fact that I wear my baby, nurse, cloth diaper, co-sleep, birthed Eden at home and take the kids to a naturopath instead of a pediatrician change people’s opinion on me? Do I care?

I was not always “crunchy.” In fact, I was very mainstream before becoming a mama. I just kind of went with the flow. I didn’t bother to question much. But I don’t think I would have come up with a silly little name like “Cave-Mom” for someone who was different from me. I just wish people could understand that not everyone thinks the way they do and that it’s okay! We’re all unique and that’s a big part of what makes this world so beautiful.

So I may wonder if my parenting changes how people see me, but I guess I don’t care. I am doing what feels right for my family. I have made educated choices about parenting and I am happy with them. I am not, however hostile towards any other mama who made an educated choice to do something different than what I chose.

Well it’s time to hit the rock (I am a cave-mom, right?) I’d better find my baby and nurse her in my bed while cuddling my two year old who sleeps there as well and my husband. Then I’ll wake up and put her in the sling and start my prehistoric day šŸ˜›

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Having two kids is, at times overwhelming. I knew that the spacing we picked would not be easy, but thought the benefits would more than outweigh the negatives.

As much as I’ve loved the past few weeks, they’ve been a tad rough. Poor Keagan is torn between loving Eden so much he can’t contain himself and hating her for taking Mama and Papa’s attention from him. I’ve been super tired. Not just tired, mind you… SUPER tired šŸ˜‰ When Keagan was a newborn, I could nap when he was napping. Now, if I want a nap, my husband has to be home or Eden and Keagan have to nap at the same time. That blessed occasion has only happened twice in the past 13 days, so I am not counting on it happening often. But I’ve been tired. Eden likes to be up at night like many new babies… Keagan is two and takes a lot of energy.

But it’s okay.

Today, it just clicked. I found myself happy as can be. And not just happy, because I have been happy, in spite of an angry toddler and lack of sleep, but also at peace. Calm. Relaxed. Everything felt normal.

I found my new normal. And I like it. I am so glad to be living the life that I am. Sure, I haven’t eaten a meal without a child on my lap since before Eden was born. And maybe I do wish I could talk with adults more frequently. But I love my life. I wouldn’t trade the blessings that these little ones bring me for anything on Earth.

At some point in my life, my kids will be grown. My conversations will probably almost exclusively be with adults. I will not discuss the importance of keeping raisins out of your nose with anyone. I won’t sing the ABC song. My lap will remain empty while I eat. My body will be mine again. I won’t be pregnant or nourishing a little life with breastmilk. And that will all be fine in that stage of my life. I’ll adjust again to another new normal. But I love my life right now and I am going to try hard to be sure I cherish these moments.

Maybe it’s the placenta pills talking or maybe I am just really, really, happy. But I’ve never felt so settled in as I do at the moment.

Guess that means I have to go back to cooking and cleaning doesn’t it?

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Eden came into the world with full force early this morning.
Warning- this has all the details, so if you don’t want them, don’t look

Last night I was having a few contractions, kind of sporadically and not really time-able. I tried to go to bed, but I kept waking up with what I thought was an upset stomach. I kept trying to go to the bathroom and couldn’t…

About four I woke up and noticed that the “tummy pain” had moved to my back and was quite strong. I got on contractionmaster.com to time what I now realized were contractions. The first three were eight minutes apart. The fourth was less than three minutes after the third… and strong. It was 4:43 am.I knew this was it. I woke up Nick. I had a few more really strong contractions and about 5:00 decided to call my midwife, my parents and Alex (my wonderful friend and doula.) My midwife, Amy said to see how it went for an hour and give her a call back. I couldn’t get a hold of my mom or Alex. After a bit, I did get ahold of everyone. A little after 5:30, I realized that there was no waiting an hour to call Amy back… this little girl was coming – and fast. I think I had Nick call, I don’t really remember. Amy said she’d be there in about an hour. I worried Eden would get there before Amy!

My folks showed up about 6:00 to get Keagan. I was trying sooo hard not to scare him. I really needed to vocalize at this point, so as not to scare him I tried to sing “How Great is Our God.” He loves that song. It lasted for half a contraction and then I lost it and moaned. Right then, Grandma and Grandpa showed up. Keagan cried. Nick ran him out the door… the contraction ended and I chased them all so I could hug Keagan and tell him Mama was okay. Apparently, he was fine, but my poor dad cried.

About this time, I started shaking and threw up. I knew this meant I had to be close and worried again that no one would be there to help. I had Nick call Amy and thankfully, she was close. She got to the house between 6:20 and 6:30 I would guess… When she settled in, Amy checked me and I was at six centimeters. I was so shocked, I just knew I had to be closer than that. I had to use the bathroom, so I went to the toilet. I couldn’t pee, but the bath looked appealing. I had Nick start it for me and he went and told Amy I was getting in. As the water was still running, Alex showed up. Not too long after that, my water broke.

Then I couldn’t help it anymore. My body was pushing. But I went poo in the tub a little bit with the pushing, so I thought it was just really intense need to use the bathroom… I got out of the tub as fast as I could to try to use the bathroom… and soon realized that it was not that, it was baby! Her head was part way out of me and I was sitting on the toilet! So there I pushed. I stood up after her head was out and gave another push, and Amy guided her into my arms. There she was! My beautiful little girl! It was 7:14 am, 17 minutes after my water broke and about 45 min from when I was dilated to six.

It took a moment to sink in and then I saw my wonderful husband’s face. He was so happy… he had tears in his eyes. It hit me then. She was really here. We enjoyed a few minutes as a family before I birthed the placenta, then we made our way to the bedroom and just enjoyed one another.

Eden took to the breast right away, having three successful nursings before 10:30 am. She’s a hungry girl!

Home birth was so empowering… beautiful… real…and full of God’s love. It was the perfect way to overcome all the pain associated with Keagan’s birth. I can’t explain how much better natural childbirth was for me than hospital birth….

Keagan loves his “BABY!!” and is trying very hard to be soft with her. Though, being 23 months old that isn’t the easiest of tasks for him. He really wants to cuddle her nonstop.

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So it is official. Our neighbors have driven us out of our home. We’re moving March 1st. We don’t have a place yet, but do to some violent acts I’d rather not describe, we know we have to leave.

March 1st is roughly one month from my due date.Ā  So IĀ  am going to be uber pregnant and moving with a toddler. Eeek! This also means that I have to start packing up the house again soon. We JUST moved in… well five months ago but still.

Otherwise, life is good. Keagan’s had a fever, poor thing, but he is not showing any other signs of being sick. I am not sure what that’s about, but I hope he gets better soon. Besides being sick, he is doing so well. He’s really into learning his letters. (I obviously decided that it was okay to work with him on them) He asks to “Do letters” all the time. He’s even reading a few words. I know I sound like a loon or else super boastful, but he really is starting to read. I am proud of him, but in awe. Who knew my 21 month old was so smart? (hehe this is probably totally normal and I am just too proud a mama to know better)

We’re doing some co-sleeping again. He goes to bed in his bed and I am too tired to try to convince him to stay there when he wakes up in the middle of the night, so he’s usually doing about three hours in our bed. But we won’t have space for both when Eden gets here. It’s only a full. We hardly fit now. I wish we could all pile in there. I am not sure how to handle that. I don’t want to kick him out of his safe spot, but I am sure going to want the little one right by the breast. I don’t want to have to get out of bed several times a night when I could just roll over and nurse her all cozy in bed. Dang it, people are going to know that I really just practice attachment parenting out of laziness! Kidding….mostly. šŸ™‚

I felted some sweaters to make into soakers, shorties and longies for both kids (cloth diapering stuff for those who don’t know) I just have to get to it. My hubby wants to help too. I find that super cute. šŸ™‚

I haven’t been totally ignoring my sewing by any means. Keagan wore a new pair of pants I made him today. He loves those pants… both pairs I’ve made for him. Probably because they are tie-dyed and colorful. That, and they fit right. He has no butt and most pants fall off of him.Ā  But these I made smaller up top to accommodate his “no butt syndrome.”Ā  One of these days I really will get to posting photos of all this stuff. I’ve done so many fun little projects and I want to share šŸ™‚ When I have some time.

Time. Ugh. I should be using my time to pack all the stuff I just unpacked!
Someone wants to come here and pack for me, right? Pretty please?

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My little man is what one might call “high energy” or “spirited.”

Basically, he runs around non-stop. His little mind never stops going. He is always trying to figure things out. He is always inspecting household items, trying to learn new activities and talking away. He hardly ever slows down, let alone comes to a stop. Consequently,he is really hard to get on a schedule. “Raising Your Spirited Child” calls this being “irregular.” I call it a pain in my rear šŸ˜‰ (Let me say, I LOVE my son. I love his personality. I love that he is inquisitive and smart and full of life. I just want to be able to have some idea of when I may be allowed to sleep)

I have been trying to wear the little guy out as much as I can in the daytime. Today, we went down to the park and he played on the swings, then we went for a walk on a nature trail. (a lot of work for tiny little toddler legs!) He totally crashed when we got home. This evening, we went on a walk in the neighborhood, (Keagan was in the stroller this time, but the fresh air and excitement seems to tucker him out) He went to sleep when we got home. I thought maybe I’d figured things out. That maybe, just maybe I had a new system and I could keep him on a healthy sleep schedule.

He woke up a little after ten. It’s not uncommon for him to wake, then go back to sleep after a few minutes of cuddles. But that’s not the case tonight. We’ve tried every trick in the book and Keagan is not sleeping. It is 12:09 and he’s sitting in my lap. I’d love to be in bed. I can’t be. My husband eventually had to kick us out because he has to get up extra early in the am for a meeting and Keagan was saying “dog” and slapping him. Not one of the perks of the family bed šŸ˜‰

So I rocked him. I sang to him. I nursed and nursed and nursed him in a dark room and he just kept slapping me and talking. So after more than an hour in the dark, I brought him out here and I am venting to the internet about the fact that I want to go to bed and my son will never fall into a pattern no matter now hard I try.

It’s a good thing he is so darned cute šŸ™‚ He just hugged my face and gave me a wet, sloppy baby kiss. I love this kid.

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I know before I was a mother, I had quite a few thoughts on parenting. I thought I had a good ideas as to how I would parent and I thought I had good reasons for these ideas.

For example: I thought that letting a baby cry it out for awhile was a totally normal, healthy practice. After having a child, I ended up hating “cry it out” and I actually ended up co-sleeping with my son. Co-sleeping scared me before I had a baby. But I don’t think I would have ever been rude to someone who chose co-sleeping for their family.

I also used to think that the baby DVD’s on the market were great and thought I would be using them when I had a child. Instead, we got rid of cable and my son has never really watched much tv/ movies. We have no plans on getting cable back. The more research we do on kids and TV the less we want Keagan around it. I know I would have thought someone who made this choice was a bit weird before I had my son, but I would not have tried to tell them they were parenting wrong.

I also thought breastfeeding a toddler was a bit odd. I knew I would nurse. I planned to for at least six months and probably about a year. Now my son is 13.5 months old and we have no plans of stopping any time soon. I educated myself about the benefits of nursing and I changed my mind. I know that being around nursing toddlers surprised me a bit. I found it a bit off putting, I will admit. But I never would have been rude to someone who chose to breastfeed beyond infancy. I think I have always understood that every family functions differently.

This weekend I came across someone who was downright snappy with me about nursing my son. I won’t get into details about it, but I was shocked at how rude this person (who does not yet have children) was to me. I know it comes out of fear and ignorance, but wow. I just tried to smile and reminded this person that the benefits of nursing don’t end the day a child turns one and refererred to the WHO’s recommendation to nurse until two. The person stopped talking but glared at me the whole time I nursed my son.

Maybe I am remembering myself a better person that I was, but as ignorant as I was about parenting before I was a parent, I NEVER was rude to someone. I know that it’s hard to understand how other families function, but I can’t imagine being rude to someone over something that didn’t affect me at all. I get plenty of flack for nursing my son from multiple sources, and I try to keep my head up. I know that what I am doing is right. I tell them the short version of why I am still nursing and most people just shut up and get over it. Most are just confused, not rude. This was different though. This was flat out rude.

I really hope I was never like that. Being a parent changes you. It’s changed me so much that I can hardly imagine ever being the person I was before I had my son, but I have always valued respect. I don’t care how ignorant someone is on a subject, they should always be respectful.

/end rant.

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