Showing posts with label Ridiculousness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ridiculousness. Show all posts

4.05.2013

I'm a Mom

So the other day I was browsing the interwebz, as I've been known to do. You know how it is... Sometimes you're messing around, looking at this and than when, BAM. You see a post or something that slaps you right in the face and makes your blood boil. Here's a little paraphrasing of what I saw:

I cringe every time I see "Mom","SAHM", or "Proud Mommy" in the career portion of friends' profiles.

{Side note: I'm fairly certain this person doesn't have children, so I think that is a contributing factor here.}

I've also seen people say that they're disappointed when they see "mom" or something similar in people's description of themselves. To me, this is incredibly insulting. Why? I'll tell you why.


While I'm not getting paid money to stay home and take care of my daughter, I am getting "paid" in many other ways. It may not always be giggles and smiles around here, but I think it is a blessing to be able to stay home with her. I get to see her every day - to play with her, to know her, to bond with her. And yes, I have to deal with diapers, spit up, meltdowns, teething and whatever else is thrown my way. Working moms have to deal with all this stuff too (and glory, I can't even imagine), but other than house stuff, Charlotte is my main focus and I love it.




I'm getting "paid" in smiles, full tummies, fun days, cuddles, and all kinds of other things. This morning as Joe was leaving, Charlotte said, "bye-bye, Dada." The pride and joy I feel from those simple, sweet words is more to me than any perk a job could offer. And if I did have a job? I might've missed out on that moment.

Maybe it's not a "career," but it is my life. I don't take well to people looking down on me for the choices I've made, especially when those choices are what is best for me and my family

I don't understand why people feel the need to judge others for their life choices. So what if in my FB/Twitter/IG profile it says "Proud SAHM?" What difference does that make to you? It doesn't mean I'm uneducated or without ambition. So what if my goals and dreams are of and for my baby girl and future kiddos? What in the world is so wrong with me - or any other mother - staying home, nurturing, and educating her children? To me, that is the most important thing I could possibly do. 



I know it isn't every mother's calling to stay home full time with her children. Some moms work, some moms don't. However, I do know that it is my calling to stay home with Charlotte and whatever other children we're blessed with. I believe that it's my calling to homeschool, whenever the time comes. I believe that is what's best for my children and my family. Not everyone is able to do this, and that's okay!

Please, for the love of all things good, don't judge SAHMs. We may not work for a living, but we do work that is just as important - maybe even more so. 

3.22.2013

Ridiculous Pinterest

Happy Friday, y'all!


We're going to be busy getting into the house on post today, so I figured I'd share a little ridiculousness brought to you by Pinterest today. Enjoy!

Source: imgfave.com via Sarah on Pinterest


Here's my problem with this one: I had a birthmark that resembled a strawberry on my left thigh before it got removed. You're telling me that in my potential past life something killed me there? *eye roll* Can we please stop making ridiculousness up now? Thanks.



The caption under this one says, "Good to know for the next power outage: 1/4 Mt Dew in bottle, add tiny bit of baking soda and 3 capfuls of hydrogen peroxide. Shake and it glows." While helpful, this kinda, sorta, in a way makes me never ever want to drink Mt Dew again. Not that I do it that often anyway, but still. Yikes.



I think I saved the best for last. I about died when I saw this. The "Detangler Brush." Call me crazy, but I thought that's what ALL BRUSHES do. I mean, when I brush my hair with a regular brush, that's kinda what I expect it to do - detangle my hair. Am I the only one who doesn't understand this? Does this fancy, "Michel Merrier Professional Detangler Brush" have some sort of magical ingredient or power that I'm unaware of? Please, dear pinners and readers, enlighten me.

Have you found anything ridiculous on Pinterest lately?

3.15.2013

Ridiculous Pinterest


So, only a couple findings this week. Not quite as ridiculous at last week's {I mean, really? A goldfish bra?! Still can't get over that one...}, but here they are. Enjoy. :)



A lightbulb water garden... Right, because I want to take the time to empty lightbulbs, put water and seeds in them, and then string them up to look all pretty. I'd rather have a real garden, thanks. 



A bathroom/library. Ok. Hear me out on this one. I love books. I love reading. But this just looks like someone slapped a toilet and bathtub right in the middle of a public library! I want my bathroom to be a little more practical, inviting and relaxing than that, thanks. A few shelves on the wall filled with books? Sure. A wall of books? I don't think so.

And because I laugh {while also cringing} every time I watch this commercial, I just have to share. You'll thank me after you watch. ;-)



I really thought this was a commercial for a new So You Think You Can Dance-type show the first time I saw it. LOL!!!

Happy Friday, ya'll! 
Do you have any ridiculous Pinterest finds?

3.08.2013

Ridiculous Pinterest

Because sometimes, when  you're pinning stuff....you just think, "what the heck?!"




I don't even have any words to respond to this one...


Source: google.com via Sarah on Pinterest


Someone please tell me why on earth anyone would be caught wearing makeup like this. Unless you're on some NYC runway during fashion week, my guess is it ain't happenin'. ::shudder::




Yes. Because I have time {and patience...and coordination} to do that to my own nails. Right.




I think we've all been there at least once, right? The worst are the ones that require a number, uppercase letter, 8 characters and expires every 3 months {my college email password was like that}. Seriously!? Who can think of that many passwords requiring a ridiculous amount of characters?!


What's the most ridiculous thing you've ever found on Pinterest?
Go link up with JG and share!


Happy Aloha Friday!
{^^^It's my last one in Hawaii! Wahoo!}

8.22.2012

Why I Hate Doctors

I don't hate all doctors. In fact, I've had a few that I really liked. But for the most part, I have a dislike for them. Why? Well, here's a little, teeny glimpse:

About a week and a half ago, we took Charlotte in for her 4 month checkup. Which basically means the doctor will give her a decent look-over and send her for shots. Yaaaaay. It's always a pretty rough day, but this day was more rough than usual.

As it happens, Charlotte only gained a pound and a few ounces between her 2 and 4 month checkup, weighing 10lbs 4oz. I found this a little interesting, but I didn't think much of it. The doctor comes in and immediately puts on her concerned face. She checks Charlotte's heart rate and such and then hands her back to me. We talk about the Zantac and reflux, which is going pretty well.

Then we get to the weight issue. She starts by telling me that Charlotte should be gaining more. That there's going to be a lot of brain development going on in the next few months (duh), so she needs to gain. I understand this, but I also realize that Charlotte was born weighing 5.5lbs. She's a little girl. The doctor asks me if I'm feeling the letdown reflex when I feed her, and I do. And then she says the one thing a breastfeeding mother never wants to hear:

"If things don't change, you're going to have to supplement with formula."

I was instantly sad and very, very irritated. I was sad because, as I've stated here before, I love breastfeeding. Not just because it's free and the best food for a baby, but because of the bond I share with Charlotte. I was irritated because instead of saying something like, "I think you should talk to a Lactation Consultant" or "Try ___ to help with supply," she immediately went to formula. She didn't even ask if I had breastmilk stored up to supplement with - which I do. Since the growth curve is based on formula fed babies' growth, not breastfed babies' (don't even get me started on that), of course they go to it.

It just really irritates me that the medical community always says "breast is best," but when something like this happens it's, "oh, you must give formula!" Never mind that supplementing with formula can decrease a mother's milk supply. Never mind that a Lactation Consultant can help with weight gain/feeding issues. Let's just formula feed! I had to tell her three times that I didn't want to take any formula samples with me. Three. Times.

After we left, I felt very discouraged and upset. Fortunately, I have some BFing connections and found that fenugreek can help with supply. So I went to Walgreens, paid a ridiculous amount for 100 capsules, and started taking it. I also ended up calling a LC to talk about supply/feeding issues.  In the meantime, I did end up giving Charlotte a few bottles of stored breastmilk as a supplement. This resulted in a brief preference for bottle over momma. Bottles have a flow, mommas only have a flow when the letdown happens. After giving her a few bottles for 2 days it took me the rest of the week to get her back to nursing normally. A week! I was so incredibly frustrated. Finally I realized that stressing and supplementing wasn't helping either one of us, so I stopped it. I kept taking the fenugreek, but everything else went back to normal.

This past Friday, we went back in to the clinic for a weight check. She gained 4oz in a week. I was worried the doctor would think this wasn't enough. I was prepared for some serious breastfeeding judgment to occur and was determined to stand my ground. And wouldn't you know as soon as the doctor came in she said everything was fine! I was at once relieved and irritated. I spent the whole week freaked out, thinking this doctor was going to rip me a new one (so to speak) because my breastfed baby wasn't gaining appropriately. She asked me if I supplemented any and I was over-the-moon thrilled to tell her that I didn't.

Honestly, I understand that there is reason to worry if a baby isn't gaining weight appropriately. I do. But it really bothers me (obviously) that they go straight to "supplement with formula." Whatever happened to giving a breastfeeding mother support and knowledge instead of cramming formula down her throat? Whatever happened to being supportive of a parent's wishes? I'm all for healthy babies, but it's downright ridiculous for them to offer no breastfeeding support.

If I hadn't had the knowledge and support from online friends/groups, I'm not sure what I would have done. I probably would have taken the formula and ended up weaning her or something because of this doctor's opinion/recommendation. And I would've been in tears for weeks because I wasn't ready for it. I'm still not. I don't know when I'll be ready for her to stop breastfeeding. Every time I gave her a bottle last week, it was all I could do not to burst into tears. I actually did cry a few times. (Of course, I also stopped taking the mini-pill so it could have been the wacky hormones too. I won't discount that.)

I'm thankful that I read forums and blogs about breastfeeding and have a little bit of knowledge on how to increase supply. I'm thankful that I have real-life and blog friends who have breastfed or are currently breastfeeding (shout out to my "bosom buddy," Bonnie! ;-)).

This is just one of several reasons I'm not so doctor friendly. I hate the medicine-pushing, fear-mongering, down-talking that doctors often do. Not all of them do, but it's far too commonplace in my experience. When I was diagnosed with GD: "You're going to have a large baby." When I was diagnosed with hypertension during pregnancy: "Your baby will have trouble getting nourishment. You could become preeclamptic." You must do this. This will happen. You need to take this medication. Your baby isn't growing properly. On and on and on. And you know what? I didn't have a huge baby, even though I was a diabetic during pregnancy. She kept growing fine, despite the hypertension and I never became preeclamptic. My daughter is healthy, strong and growing. I may be a new mom, but I'm not a complete idiot. I deserve some respect and support from any doctor I or my daughter go to.

Is that really so much to ask?