Meeting Mama

Hello, and welcome to crunchette.com!!!

When reading something I usually imagine the face of the person writing, often I even imagine how they sound. Well let me tell you more about who I am, rather than what I look like, or what I sound like, you can use your imagination for now.

I have only just recently been adjusting my lifestyle to one that is more green, holistic, and natural. I began this journey shortly after having my daughter, realizing that she deserves a better world, and a truly healthy life.

Attachment parenting is also fairly new to me, however it was something that happened to come very naturally. I always did know that I wanted to breastfeed my children, but my opinions on co-sleeping, discipline, and sleep training completely changed the instant my skin touched my daughters.

Everyday I learn something different, and I feel it makes me a better mama. I hope to share my nuttiness, my crazy adventures, and my experiences raising my “Bean” with you.

When you are done browsing here, be sure you head over to Vanessa’s page at www.crispette.com.

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Check out my post over at —> http://generallycrispy.com/2011/08/03/milky-smiles/

 

I make no apologies…

Deride. Hoot. Insult. Jeer. Poke fun. Sneer. Needle. Scoff. Scorn. Flout. Mock me for: my peaceful parenting, my beliefs in natural remedies, birthing, extended breastfeeding, self weaning, keeping sons and daughters intact. Insisting girls are intelligent before beautiful, keeping babies ears unpierced, keeping our children 500% safer by rear facing their car seats til MINIMUM of 2 years old, and insisting others educate themselves the same. Breast IS best, and normal for human children, formula increases the risks of SIDS, diabetes, and other diseases, breastmilk doesn’t lower that– because it is what our children are SUPPOSED to have. It’s not that you couldn’t, you gave up, or it might have been that you were set up to fail, or it wasn’t as easy as you thought it should be; if you keep at it, its easy, and if you’re doing it correctly, it should NOT hurt. My child has teeth, sometimes they scrape me, but it doesn’t mean she can’t be breastfed. I don’t want to hear how you think when a kid can eat solids, and grab for a breast themselves it’s time they stop being breastfed. Its only ok when done discretely, is crap, you tell my toddler that. Formaldehyde, aborted fetal cells, MSG,  aluminum hydroxide, thimerosal (mercury preservative), glycerin, and phenol -a compound obtained by distillation of coal tar, and so many more will not be injected into my daughter. Good hygiene, clean water, organic diet free from excess sugars will keep her healthy. I cosleep, breastfeed, wear my baby, don’t give her chemical meds, feed her organics, dont vaccinate, and she is probably healthier, and happier than your kid– and I make no apologies for that. xo

If ever my heart truly ached, it is now. I find myself longing to experience the last year of my life over again, slower. I made sure along the way to take many pictures, digitally, and many, many mentally, which cannot be downloaded, however can never be erased. I have experienced such an amazing transformation I never thought possible for myself, and such astonishing moments that have opened my eyes to how truly exquisite the world around me is.

My baby Bean, today we celebrate your grand entrance into the world, the day you filled my heart with true happiness, and the anniversary of our nursing relationship. Thank you for inspiring me to become an ever better woman, I am so blessed to be your mother.

Happy Birthday baby Bean! <3

After the passing of my Great Grandfather a couple months ago, my Great Grandmother (Grammy) has been diagnosed with early onset  dementia, which has caused her to become sporadically aphasic (cannot talk), her short term memory has a span of only 3 minute intervals. She has had to move in with us, as she cannot safely tend to her personal cares any longer. We have set her up in the room down the hall from us with her bed, and a few nice furnishing from her  home. So far things are going very well during the day, however nighttime is a bit of a different story.

After her nighttime routine, we put her in her room, getting her nice, and cozy, and tucked in tight. Usually she’d fall asleep after we chat for a bit, but she had been waking up a few times in the night, screaming, and shouting. Unfortunately because of her loss of speech, she cannot tell us what is wrong with her. After offering her a small snack, helping her to the restroom, and re-situating her in bed, Grammy would usually fall back to sleep. However within a couple hours, it’d all start over again, she’d scream out, and cry. This had going on for a week straight, causing us to be so very tired, and working during the day had just become harder, due to the broken sleep. I feared something was physically wrong with her, so I took her to the doctor. After he did a basic work up, the results came back with no definite conclusion. He offered his best suggestion, let her cry it out. He said that she must become used to her surroundings, and she had to get used to sleeping alone again. The doctor continued by explaining that if we keep getting up at night with her, she will get used to us constantly tending to her needs, and become too needy, and will never gain her independence.

I was nervous about this, it makes me sad that we have to do this to her, but its for the best; I do not want to encourage these behaviors of hers. Last night was rough on all of us, Grammy woke today seeming to be well rested, and she was all smiles– I guess her short term memory loss works to our advantage. Great Grandma’s crying it out for 45 minutes last night was all worth our rest. Hopefully, she will soon stop these disturbing behaviors all together, it will make things so much easier on everyone involved. I am thinking if she learned anything from last night, tonight she wont scream, and cry quite as long, she should fall asleep faster; she will learn, eventually.

Sorry Great Grandma, you have to cry it out until you learn better. It’s said to be okay for our delicate infants to cry it out, should work just as well for my frail old Grammy?!

*No Grammy’s were really forced to cry it out– Grammy is a fictional character.

*Before reading, I am not judging those who have circumcised their sons. I do think that research should be done before doing anything to our children, especially surgery. I hope our sons of the future are intact, and will not have to go through this unnecessary surgery.*

This is something that every time I hear of someone expecting a baby boy, I want to jump to all of my bookmarked pages on circumcision, and start preaching/teaching.

SO– here it is. All of those things you were told about circumcising your boy, is pretty much false. It is not better, cleaner, healthier, in anyway! PLEASE before you cut your infant, research! Don’t do it so that your baby can look like daddy, or so he can look like his older brother, those aren’t good reasons AT ALL! Circumcision is unnecessary reconstruction of an infants penis. I do understand there are religions that believe in circumcision, however, there are religions that believe in female circumcision, as well.

How can we justify cutting our baby boys, but call it mutulation when a baby girl is circumcised? They are both wrong, and unjust. Do your research, please!!!

I have links to articles, and a video of a routine circumcision, please take a look at them.

A little vintage video, but the facts are all –> here.

Contemplations of Circumcisions

The Whole Network’s Library

Are You Fully Informed

It has been so very long since I have been hit with a migraine headache, however that is exactly what happened this Mother’s Day. I woke up not feeling quite like myself with a slight headache, however I thought nothing of it, and continued on with my morning. As the morning grew into the afternoon, the headache slowly crept its way into my entire body. I could no longer see straight, I felt nauseous, and was overall feeling like I was run over by a steamroller. Thinking a warm shower would do the trick, I took a nice, long shower, but that didn’t do anything. In fact the headache grew far worse, making me lose what food I was able to get in earlier in the morning. I laid down with my bub for her nap, hoping to sleep off this monster of a migraine. Our nap was a very relaxing long one, but I found it hard to fall into any sort of restful sleep because of the pain in my head, neck, and now shoulders.

My mom helped out a lot by taking my Bean, and taking care of her while I was useless. Later in the evening got up to try to eat, however that didn’t go over so well with my stomach, so I just returned back to bed with my nursling, and slept off the headache to wake up bright, and early Monday to a mini headache. Today as the day has gone on, my headache is still slightly there, however SO much better than yesterday, very manageable!

Today, Monday, May 9th, 2011 was my ‘REDO 1st Mother’s Day,’ and it has been beautiful. Lots of cuddles, nursing, laughs, hugs, so peaceful, and relaxed– what more could a mother of a beautiful infant ask for?!

**I must thank my Bean for my fantastic gifts, exactly what I wanted!!! A new Medela Harmony Breastpump, and a gift card to my favorite natural grocery store, The Outpost– all with the help of her beautiful Auntie D!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!**

Travel Jug’s

In 23 days I will celebrate my daughters birth, one year together, one year of beautiful unconditional love, laughs, tears, and ounces, and ounces of breast milk.
I am absolutely pleased to be able to say that I am still breastfeeding my child after nearly a year. I’ve learned that not only is my milk a source of nourishment, it eases teething pains, it cures diaper irritations, it is used in place of nasal saline to ease her congestion. Leaving the house, I don’t need cans of formula, bottles of water. I don’t have to worry if a trip with my babe gets unexpectedly extended, I wont run out of milk, I bring my travel jug’s where ever we go. I don’t have to get out of bed in the middle of the night to fumble in the darkness with powder, water, and pieces of a bottle to comfort, and nurture my nursling. She draws disease fighting antibodies, multiple vitamin requirements, and reduces her changes of having allergies with every sip. She gives back as well, makes my heart melt, lessens my chances of endometrial, ovarian, uterine, and breast cancers, reduces risk of rheumatoid arthritis, and helps keep extra pounds off.
With all of the scientifically proven positive physical, and emotional benefits, why would I ever choose not to breast feed my child as long as she chooses?! I am her fountain of comfort when she is distressed, my bosom is her place of tranquility, and peace.