Crafty Thursday

I’ve still not done much knitting, especially since I managed to slice my fingertip when slicing bread the other day (talent, I know).  But I did start working on making a sleeping bag for the baby.  I’m just using an acrylic yarn, and I like the red.  I might duplicate stitch a design on after I’m finished, but I’m not sure yet.  As you can tell, I don’t do pastels.

If you’d told me years ago that I’d contemplate using cloth pads, let alone making my own, I’d have said you were insane.  Yet here I am, making some for after the baby is born.  I started off with a circle pad, as that seemed easy enough for me to handle.  Ignore the unmatched fabrics.  I just got whatever I could find that was on sale, and since Joann’s was having a nice sale, it worked out.  I do think I’ll tweak it a little for the next one by leaving a seam allowance and then not cutting the PUL down, thus making it slightly larger.  Overall I think I like it, though I don’t think it’ll do well for immediately postnatal.

I therefore found another another template that I tweaked.  I really like the idea of the removable pad like with the circle pad (or with LunaPads, for that matter), especially since I prefer to hang things to dry whenever possible and therefore like things to dry quickly.  So I added the fleece bands as with the circle pad.  I also made this one a bit longer than the template, as I plan on this one being for immediately postnatal.  I’ll make a thicker pad for it, too.  So far I’m pleased with how they’re turning out.  I hope I still like them as well once I’m using them.


Book Nook

From Amazon

On our latest trip to the library, we were all able to go as a family.  I get a little irritated that the library has a play area right in the midst of the children’s books, as then the children don’t look for books, to be honest.  So they gravitated towards the toys, and my husband and I looked at books to see if we could find some they would like.  My husband found The Chocolate Cat by Sue Stainton and thought it looked like something they’d like, so we checked it out.

I’m glad he found it!  It’s a very nice story, and the children love it.  The chocolate cat, it turns out, is a cat who lives in a chocolate shop.  Both the chocolate shop owner and the cat are loners who don’t much care for the other villagers, until the chocolate shop owner makes a special, perhaps even magical, treat that changes the entire village for the better.

No Such Thing

When I got pregnant with Kieran, I didn’t really have morning sickness until 11 weeks or so, and it was in the afternoons and evenings. I couldn’t stand the smell of tomatoes or onions during that time, it once the sickness went away (it got markedly better after 18 weeks, and was gone by 22 weeks), I felt great and coud eat whatever I wanted. I got heartburn from everything, but I wasn’t nauseated. I wasn’t fond of chocolate, but I’ve never been a chocoholic. I had some intermittent sciatic pain, but stayed active with walking everywhere and doing Pilates. I had no stretch marks, and carried low. I figured this was just my typical pregnancy, and I prepared myself for my next pregnancy to be similar.

Then I fell pregnant with Charlotte, and I learnt that there was no such thing as a typical pregnancy for a particular person. The queasiness with her started before the two-week-wait was finished. By 6 weeks, I couldn’t even eat crackers. Tomatoes sounded and smelled ok, but made me feel absolutely horrendous for about 24 hours. I didn’t have heartburn, but did have constant nausea for most of the pregnancy. That only abated between 22-30 weeks, when it returned until I gave birth. I didn’t have sciatic pain, but I’d have foot and leg cramps. While I still carried pretty low, I carried her higher than Kieran, and I had lots of stretch marks and got a lot bigger with her. I think I was the same size at 30 weeks with her as I was at 40 weeks with Kieran. Realising that there was no one typical pregnancy for a person, I then assumed hat my first pregnancy was just a typical boy pregnancy for me, and the next a typical girl pregnancy.

Well, then I fell pregnant with this one, and this pregnancy is unlike either of my previous pregnancies, so there goes that idea. Evidently there is no such thing as a typical pregnancy at all, at least not for me. I had nausea early, but not as bad as with Charlotte, and taking B12 made it so much better. I don’t want tomatoes, but do want pickles. I have actual food cravings. I have some heartburn, but nothing bad. Some sciatic pain, but again nothing bad. It will bei there sting to see how the rest of the pregnancy goes.

Book Nook


Last week I mentioned that I’d had to read a lighthearted book to follow Love You Forever.  Well, that book was I Had Trouble in Getting to Solla Sollew, by Dr Seuss.  My children found it on the shelf and fell in love, so we’ve all read it to them multiple times.  While longish, it’s a good book.  I actually hadn’t recognised it when the kids brought it to me, so I’m not sure if I’d read it before.  It’s a good story, though, with the moral of realising your own troubles are better than trying to find a place without troubles, for there isn’t any such place, and you may find that your own troubles really aren’t so bad after all: a lesson from which we can all benefit.

Crafty Thursday

I’ve once again misplaced our camera, so you’ll have to bear with the iPad photos today.  I recently made another maternity dress, and then made this skirt for Charlotte out of the scraps.  I’m happy with the look of it.  I’ll have to take a photo of the dress later, I’m afraid.

And what’s this cute little thing?  It’s a fit.  Yes, that’s right, a fit.  Whenever your toddler (or you) feel like throwing a fit, just throw this little fit to diffuse the situation. I can’t guarantee absolute success, but it does seem to help Charlotte at times.  If you’d like one, you can check out my Etsy shop, where I’d be happy to make custom orders of these, too.

Book Nook

A few days ago I received some mail from a friend, which included the book Love You Forever by Robert Munsch (image shown from Wiki). I saw that the book was there and recognised it, but didn’t think much of it. Well, yesterday, which was Mother’s Day in the US, I asked the kids if they wanted me to read it. So they both climbed up in a big leather armchair with me while I read it. I managed not to cry until the end, amazingly (I then immediately read something more light-hearted, but you’ll have to wait until next week to hear about that one). It’s a sweet book, but I can’t help getting teary when reading it. Any mother can absolutely relate, though. Updated: a reader shared the story behind the story. It’s a must read!

Why Breastfeeding in Public Shouldn’t Be a Big Deal

I have to confess that it still boggles me that breastfeeding in public is a matter of debate at all. To me, it seems natural that I should breastfeed my child, yes, even past infancy, in public if my child needs that when we’re out of the house. Yet others disagree. To them, I would ask a couple of questions:

1) Do you have an issue with eating in public?

2) Do you have an issue with seeing a child with a bottle or dummy in public?

If the answer to both of these questions is no, then breastfeeding also shouldn’t be an issue, for that is the way we were designed to nourish and comfort our children, yes, even past infancy. Somehow I doubt that the nearly-2-year-old I saw bottle-feeding at Mass got asked to do that elsewhere or make the child wait, yet I’ve been asked to cover or move when breastfeeding a child of the same age (note: I do not use a cover,but this doesn’t mean I’m sitting there topless, as nothing can really be seen as long as the child is latched on). I’ve seen many an older child with Cheerios at Mass, yet somehow I imagine it would be frowned upon if I breastfed Kieran at Mass (another note: I personally don’t allow snacks at Mass, as I know they’d end up everywhere with my children).

Of course, I’m not only speaking of breastfeeding at Mass, it’s just that the children and I usually go to Mass on a daily basis, so it is an easy example for me to use. I could also use the example of shopping, though. I is not uncommon to see babies and older children with bottles, dummies, and/or snacks when sitting in the trolley. Since this is perfectly acceptable, breastfeeding also should be, for breastfeeding is, again, the normal way to feed and comfort a child. The sooner that fact is realised by the general public, the sooner people will stop paying attention to how a child is being fed or comforted in public.

Another critique people sometimes have is when a mother is breastfeeding a child older than 1 in public.  To me, this still misses the point, as it seems to suggest that breastfeeding is shameful but a necessary evil when a child is younger and cannot physically wait longer between feeds.  Again, if that same person has no qualms about a child over the age of one having a bottle, sippy cup, snack, or dummy in public, then breastfeeding that same child in public also should not be an issue at all.  It should also be noted that however we feed and comfort our children, we really aren’t seeking attention or exploiting our children in the name of a cause.  We’re just mothers taking care of our children.  End of story.