That might seem odd, giving thanks for a children’s show and merchandise. But the truth is, Yo Gabba Gabba has become part of our family over the past two years. When I first heard of it, I thought it sounded weird, but now I find myself a little sad knowing my daughter will likely outgrow her Gabba Land friends someday.
Darcy knew exactly how she was going to parent until she had kids. While on maternity leave in 2010, her job was eliminated, making her an unexpected stay-at-home mom. Daily she learns how to juggle two littles, battle toy clutter and find ways to laugh at herself. She’s given up on the notion of perfection and the mystical balance everyone keeps talking about. Darcy is passionate about birth and strives to inform, inspire and entertain through her many “Tales From the Nursery.” Aside from being a mom, this Wisconsinite also enjoys reading, heavy metal music, and other assorted geekery. Oh, yes, and cheese.
I knew everything about parenting until my children were born. Then I knew nothing. Well, maybe not nothing, but a lot of my preconceived notions were turned upside down. There were still certain ideals I aspired to — commitments made within my mind and heart — but for various reasons I’ve fallen short. While I know perfect parenting doesn’t exist, I feel accountable to those ideals. And so, there are aspects of my parenting I downplay because my intention is still to do these wonderful things. I asked other moms if they experienced this too and several bravely confessed. Click through and see if you relate to any of these little white parenting lies we tell.
I can’t even imagine what it’s like to have huge babies. Despite being overweight and having gestational diabetes, both of my kids were born a little below the average of 7.5 pounds. My daughter weighed 6 pounds 10 ounces, born naturally at 38 weeks, and my son weighed 7 pounds 4 ounces, born naturally a couple days past his due date. A lot of people assumed I would have large babies, but I managed my blood sugar levels and gained very little pregnancy weight. I did my best to maintain healthy pregnancies and was assured by my OB that my babies were growing at healthy, average rates.
But I’m not going to lie. As a first-time mom, I was concerned about the possibility of having a large baby.
I didn’t plan to have both of my babies in the fall. It just sort of happened, but I think it was for a reason.
Living in Wisconsin, we experience all four seasons, though I’m convinced it was the hottest summer ever during both of my pregnancies. Okay, so it wasn’t, but the summer I was pregnant with my daughter was very hot and humid. I’m thankful that I was able to enjoy crisp, cool fall weather for the end of each pregnancy.
Even more so, I’m thankful for how having fall babies has changed me. My life. My perspective.
Before having kids I didn’t really like the holiday season very much. Sure, I enjoyed family time, food and presents, but on a fairly superficial level. I often felt as though every year I put on a mask and went through the motions. Holidays are supposed to make people happy, right?
Comic books are filled with interesting characters and alter egos. If you are seeking baby boy name inspiration, put on your cape and click through for a variety of strong classic names and a handful of edgy ones. Find one that suits your style while honoring your geekdom at the same time.
Confession: I love carbs and sweets. I love breakfast foods such as omelettes, pancakes, French toast, waffles, donuts and cereal. Man, I love cereal so much I’ll eat it for dinner.
But I hate breakfast when I’m pregnant.
I developed gestational diabetes early in both of my pregnancies (early being before week 20). Once the placenta took charge, it messed with my hormones and increased my insulin resistance. (At least that’s how one specialist explained it to me.) Both times I had to manage my blood sugar levels with diet, exercise and insulin.
The hardest meal of the day was breakfast. I had to keep the carbohydrate count lower at breakfast than lunch or dinner. Do you know how carb loaded traditional breakfast foods are? I didn’t until I was forced to examine labels and limit them.
When I got pregnant, I found it interesting how people would encourage me to eat more.
“You’re eating for two!” they’d say. Or, “Baby’s hungry, have another cookie/piece of cake/whatever.”
I looked forward to the idea of guiltless indulging for the sake of the baby. Would I have midnight cravings for cake or pie? How about another scoop of ice cream? I fantasized about not having anxiety over food or my weight. I mean, I was pregnant! I should eat whatever I want when I want!
But those were just that—food fantasies.
When I had my daughter, I tried not to compare her to other kids her age. It was hard not to, but I still paid close attention to where she was on the range of each milestone. I totally admit to being pleased that she frequently hit verbal milestones early. It made me proud! She loved to learn and would request to engage in educational activities. We never drilled her with flashcards. Most of her learning was through free play and singing and talking with me.
With the arrival of my son, I find it increasingly difficult not to compare their milestones. For the first six-to-seven months he seemed to be following a similar timeline. As we near his first birthday I can’t help but notice that he hasn’t started talking yet (besides baby babble and “dada”) nor does he sign much—unlike his sister at this age.
There’s a debate among parents about a study that says first-born children tend to be smarter than their siblings. The reasoning seems to be based on parents providing the first child with more attention and being harder on them, while then relaxing their expectations with subsequent children.
During the three years we struggled to conceive, we didn’t understand why we weren’t successful. Tests came back normal. We were both considered healthy even though I was overweight. We knew my irregular cycles were mostly to blame, but we didn’t know why they were abnormal.
Nothing stood out to us or our doctors at the time other than the suggestion for me to lose some weight. I’m not really sure how we finally “fixed” it, but looking back it’s easy to see all the things I was doing wrong. Some seem kind of obvious now while others… not so much.
Sharing a birthday with a holiday can be good and bad, depending on how you look at it. When I was given a due date of November 10th for my daughter, my first thought was, I want her to be born on Halloween. I doubted it would happen, but kept hoping and wishing since it was my favorite holiday. I mean how cool would it be to have a Halloween birthday, right?
To my surprise, she arrived exactly on Halloween. A few years later we still think it’s awesome, but it comes with its own unique set of challenges. So I present to you, the pros and cons of having a Halloween baby.
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