Jobs you can get after being a Stay at Home Mom

If, like me, your stay-at-home mom you may have anxiety about what sort of job you would be qualified for after being out of the market for years.  My husband goes to work and learns how to manage people and complex projects while I’m at home cleaning up pee.  If only that would give me a résumé boost. Continue reading

Mother of Drool Proof!

C doing what he does best.  Drool here, drool there, drool DROOL EVERYWHERE!  Really, in the first six months of his life, he went through numerous outfits (mine included) and about 20 paper towels a day.  But, I asked the pediatrician “How do I know when my baby is spitting up too much?”
He replied, “as long as he is a happyspitter and he is gaining weight, there is no cause for concern.  It’s just annoying.”  Well, that’s good news, I guess.

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mother of drool, or technically, spit-up

I Hate Sick Kids

What evil person would every say they “hate sick kids”?  Me.  Now.  About my own kids, when they are sick.  It’s the worst. Continue reading

Eating My Words about TV

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Back in July of 2012 I wrote a well-intentioned post entitled Is it OK for My Baby to Watch TV?  In the post I quote the author of a book called Brain Rules for Baby that explains scientifically why TV is no good for kiddos.  After reading the book, letting my first child watch TV was almost akin to letting her drink a can of beer. The information is interesting, researched, and valid, but I now humbly admit that if watching TV is like having a beer, I have two very drunk children. Continue reading

A Terrible Wonderful Day

Today was just another terrible yet wonderful day in the land of stay-at-home-momdom.  So many days are this way.   There are the parts where my infant is screaming so intensely that I’m quite sure that he might shoot a rocket out of his forehead while I try my darnedest to change my toddlers’ poop laden diaper Continue reading

Breastfeeding, Tongue Tie, Posterrior Tongue Tie

My mother is a lactation consultant.  When I was in high school she used to pick me up from school wearing shirts that said things like “breastfeeding is babies best start” and shirts with a bottle with a big red X through it.  Needless to say, I was going to breastfeed my daughter whether I liked it or not (just kidding mom)! Continue reading

Should I be Concerned about my Baby Spitting-up?

Today I had no idea that I was spit up on. I just went about my business and found a surprise pile of white regurgitated milk mixed with plenty of drool covering my shoulder. Glad I put my entire hand in it since I didn’t know it was there.

The loud “SPLAT” noise that comes from the sticky stuff landing on the floor is all too familiar these days.  But, the splat is better than when it silently lands on the carpet until you discover the sticky wet puddle with your unsuspecting foot.

On a more serious note, I had concerns about what all this annoying vomit said about the health of my baby.   My Harvard trained  pediatrician said I should have no concern about the spit up quantity if she is a happy spitter-upper and she is gaining enough weight.  This means that she probably just hasn’t developed the little valve in her body that keeps the food down, or she has eaten too much.  The peak of spitting up is around four months, and it should start getting better by six months.

If she was unhappy after the spitting-up, then there could be some reflux issues, which means the stomach acid burns her throat and I should keep her head above her heart for 30 minutes after eating.  He said I could do this by putting something under her mattress to prop it up slightly (for when anyone else happens to have the same concern). Happy drooling, baby!

Is it OK for My Baby to Watch TV?

As a New York Times bestselling author and developmental molecular biologist, John Medina gives extensive research based information on the controversial topic TV as it relates to health and happy children.  In his book “Brain Rules for Baby” he says “The fact is, the amount of TV a child should watch before the age of 2 is zero.”

He goes on to say, “For decades we have known of the connection between hostile peer interactions and the amount of kids’ exposure to television.  The linkage used to be controversial (maybe aggressive people watch more TV than others?), but we now see that it’s an issue of our deferred imitation abilities coupled with a loss of impulse control.”

Deferred imitation is the ability to reproduce a behavior, after only witnessing it once.  For example a 13 month old girl can remember an event a week after it happened.  At a year and a half, she can imitate an event for months after a single exposure.  “This is something the advertising industry has known for decades”, says Medina.

He says that TV can lead to hostility and trouble focusing. “For each hour of TV watched daily by children under age 4, the risk increased 9 percent that they would engage in bullying behavior by the time they started school.  This is poor emotional regulation at work.” He says that “American Association of Pediatrics estimates that 10 percent to 20 percent of real-life violence can be attributed to exposure to media violence.”  Wow.

The American Association of Pediatrics issued a recommendation that says: Although certain television may be promoted to kids under the age of 2, studies show that babies and toddlers have a critical need for direct interactions with caregivers for healthy brain development.

Mother of pearl, Mother of drool

The name “Mother of Drool”, a play on words from “Mother of Pearl”, describes the paradox I feel between the ugly and beautiful parts of parenthood.  I have the incredible privilege of shaping this amazing little person.  It reminds me of the safety and nurturing environment an oyster provides to form a pearl.  The love, patience, and effort forms something admirable, precious, and valuable within those two shells.

But one thing’s for sure, the process isn’t always pretty.

My offspring’s ability to produce an unruly amount of spit up demonstrates the grossness of parenting.  My daughter could fill a “Big Gulp” cup in no time with the nasty stuff.  The curdled white slime has adorned every part of my home. Today M (the nickname we use for my daughter) spit up so much that I had it running down my back, down my chest into my bra, streaming into my arm pit, running down the back of my leg, and there was still plenty more to create that dreaded “splat” noise on the floor.

The paradox of beauty that comes from dealing with the undesirable parts of child rearing hit me just like the splat of milk drool that landed on the floor.  Great things come from great effort.

And the Mother of Drool blog was born.