My Mommyology

Learning from Motherhood.

April 30, 2011
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Of Princes and Princesses: The Beginnings of Hopelessly Romantic Fantasies

My Mommyology YOung PRince William

The prince I wanted to marry.

I’ve always had the biggest crush on Prince William.  We met when I first glued myself to the TV after the death of Princess Di.  It was touch and go for a while;  he went off to St Andrews and did all those trips around the world I wasn’t able to keep up with him.  So we sort of lost touch, though I always thought of him.  (His loss you think? 😉 )

I don’t know what it was about him — I guess it was the innocent boyish charm, the (then) full head of blonde and I suppose in some way, the accent.  A full-fledged Prince Charming, just like in the fairy tales. Well — the fact that he was a REAL prince gave him plus points in my book.

Who wouldn’t want to marry Royalty?  From the minute we lay eyes on the Disney Princesses and their dream-come-true fairy tales at the young age of 4 or 5, we develop these hopelessly romantic notions of the perfect wedding, the perfect guy and the perfect happily ever after.  Then decades later, when reality sets in  you realize that the perfect life is only in fairy tales and far away places that are too expensive to live in.  Sometimes it’s full of politics too.  There aren’t that many Prince Charmings in this world either, mostly just charmings (or they try to be anyway).  Not really what you’re made to believe.

As I watched yesterday’s Royal Wedding I wondered if I should expose my girls to this fantasy at all.  They may just want to grow up to be princesses and marry princes like I did, and find out as they older that it doesn’t always translate into reality.

Then Sam woke up and caught me glued to the TV.  I introduced her to the Prince and the Princess, although I think she was more enamored by the carriages.  “It’s the King’s Horses mom!  Like in Humpty Dumpty!”  (yes, I am thinking of Princes and Princesses and she remembers an egg).  Soon though I’m sure, her interests will shift away from fictional nursery rhymes and onto the castles and the beautiful people and their Royal lives.  That would mark the start of the development of the hopeless romantic in her (as there is a small part of that in all of us I believe).

Oh well.  She and Jamie can have it.  It’s a fun part of childhood, what can I say.  One way or the other it allows us to dream and dream big.  It’s good for the emotion as it is for the imagination and it balances out the pragmatism that we try to instill in them as well.  Who knows what will happen in the future  anyway right?  It doesn’t hurt to dream my girls will find real-life Princes!

My Mommyology Royal Wedding Kiss

May this be a happy ever after!

I’d have to admit though,  yesterday’s wedding was a fairy tale come true.  Everything about it – the bride, the dress, the love story… everything.  Hopefully as all fairy tales end, they go on to live happily ever after and have beautiful beautiful children.  Hopefully their real life tale will be one that young girls like mine can aspire to, and won’t fall apart with all the pressures of the real world like a lot of high profile marriages do.

Now as for my reality — are you wondering if I married a prince?  Oh, he’d like to think so.  Heehee.  Okay, okay — to his credit, he can carry quite the british accent! 😉

April 28, 2011
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A My Mommyology Post-Easter Reflection Post

My Mommyology Easter

Photo borrowed from the Mommy Confessions Blog.

I never got to properly greet everyone a Happy Easter.

Truth be told, I feel quite far from the traditional Holy Week practices we have back home in Manila.  I’ve been thinking about this for some time now, ever since we got to Chapel Hill.  Having been raised Catholic all my life (and living in a predominantly Catholic country all my life), it is very different living in such a richly diverse religious environment.  After three years, I’m still not used to the limited number of mass options and Holy Week services available to us here.  Back in Manila, it feels like you have a church in every corner and you can go at any time, and still catch a mass.  That’s just the tip of the iceberg.

Back home the whole country has Holy Thursday, Good Friday and Black Saturday as official non-working holidays.  I suppose that’s also one of the reasons why I don’t feel it — because it’s not a widespread holiday here.  My husband had to go to work on both days, and I suppose with the situation of having newborns or infants on bedtime schedules, we could never catch the evening services without disrupting their routines.  I’d end up saying my prayers at home, which again feels very different from trekking to 7 Churches for the Visita Iglesia, or even just to one to make the Way of the Cross.

I think about this now that Sam is beginning to understand greater concepts, and what Easter just means to her for the moment:  Egghunts and the Easter Bunny.  The most exposure she’s had to the Catholic faith would be to go to Papa Jesus’ house every Sunday (and run around or eat her snack so I can listen to some prayers), and say her prayers at night.  She can sing the Hail Mary and the Ama Namin (The “Our Fathersong in Filipino) and does so every night as well, but I wonder if she truly understands what it already means.  Right now she goes to a Jewish pre-school that incorporates their religious customs as a part of the curriculum.  I don’t think she will be confused at this point, but later on I wonder if she’ll remember it and ask me about it as she gets older.  I wonder if she will question why it is different from what we teach her at home, or why we don’t practice what she’s learned in school at home.

My Mommyology Flying House

Regular daily influence.

My Mommyology Superbook

Then this 30 mins later.

I feel that while “far” from my Catholic roots, one of the reasons why I stay strong in my faith is because I grew up with it all around me (thanks to my Grandparents and my mom for all the practices and traditions at home, and for sending me to a Catholic school.  Well, thanks to Superbook and Flying House too.  I’ve actually been looking for these cartoons or similar ones to get for Sam and Jamie to watch.)  I would like for my girls to have that same strong value-grounding too growing up.  Especially now when the world is full of so many morally controversial issues, it is easy to get lost and confused and not know what to believe in or why.  My hope is that by giving them a similar upbringing, they will have something sound to fall back on wherever they may be thirty years from now.

In theory it all sounds great, but I suppose the real test is being a living example as parents.  We are only human after all and are the most prone to making mistakes (or are under the ones the most scrutiny).  It doesn’t make our job as parents any easier, but I suppose that is all part of it.

So good luck to us (again)!

April 23, 2011
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Dates with Mom

I often get to take Sam out of the house to have our dates, just the two of us, leaving Jamie in the care of my Mother-in-law.  It’s fun because she is at an age where she is wonderful to converse to and is full of energy.  I think she knows that she gets my full attention too, so she enjoys it as well.  We’re never gone for long though, because Jamie still nurses directly from me and so we’re always rushing to get back.

I’d have to admit that Jamie’s constantly on my mind when I’m not with her.  That is normal they say; it’s only been a few weeks after all.  My husband says that she’s developed this “mommy cry” too, where she only stops crying when she knows it’s me that’s holding her — obviously, she looks for me.  I also want to be there for the changes and milestones she’ll go through, as I was with Sam.  And so inasmuch as I enjoy time away with Sam, I am eager to get back to Jamie.

My Mommyology Jamie in stroller

Shopping for chairs with Mommy.

Now, Jamie and I had our first day alone together yesterday.  My husband and Sam went with my Mother-in-law to Winston-Salem to visit a friend of hers for Easter.  They spent the latter part of the afternoon at the outlet mall in Mebane too, and only returned later that night close to bedtime.

It turned out to be an easy day with one child all to myself.  Jamie likes to sleep, so I was able to get a lot done.  I was able to do a lot of the chores, pump milk, sell a microwave, watch TV and I still had enough energy to take Jamie out to get some chairs for their playroom (more on this in another post soon).  The single stroller suddenly felt so light and easy to maneuver as compared to the double stroller I’ve been lugging around for the past few weeks.  I even got Jamie to drink from a bottle for the first time, something I hadn’t had time to focus on previously.

It was a nice experience just the two of us, and we did things that were just suitable for Jamie without having to really thinking of how it would affect Sam.  There wasn’t a need to swaddle her or sling her so that I could run after the other one or multitask to the highest heavens.  I felt like Kelly Ripa in the Electrolux commercial (without the dog and the glammed up look).

So Jamie and I had a great opportunity to get to know each other a little bit better.  And while I liked my alone time with her as well, I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss Sam.  It’s understandable (and so I’m told — normal), since she had been my date everyday all day for the past two years, and was now suddenly off doing things without me.

My husband has taken to making little videos of Sam’s adventures when he takes her out, and so in the middle of the day I received Sam’s “first” Easter Egghunt.

While I was happy to see she had a good time, I felt a little strange and sad that I had missed this “milestone”.  Previously I had always been there, or been the first one to take her to do new things.  When she came home she burst into the house all madungis (Filipino term for grubby) and amoy-araw (Filipino phrase to connote that she smelled as if she was out in the sun and the streets all day) with chocolate ice cream all over her face, I was all too happy to hug her.  I kept telling her I missed her but all I got were stories of Claudia and Olivia, her playmates for the day, and how she had so much fun with them.

Before bedtime I gave her a bath and listened to her continue to sing and talk about her day.  At the end while I toweled her off she said to me without any prompting, “I’m happy to see you mom,” and then gave me a tight hug. 🙂  I think I felt a whole lot better after that.

Sooner than later, Jamie will be old enough to do be independent of me too.  Will she miss me like I would miss her?  I don’t know if time is the cure to the adjustment, or if there will ever be a cure.  I will never not miss either of my girls when I’m not with them.

I went to bed that night between them both, with a prayer that no matter how old they’d be, they would go on and have their adventures but would always come home happy to see me.  And hopefully there will never be an end to enjoyable dates with their aging mother.

April 20, 2011
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A Glorified Cow Am I

My Mommyology cow

Repeat after me: M-O-O-oooo.

Sometimes I think I actually say moo.

On my mom’s recent trip from San Francisco, she came back and gave me a shirt with a cow’s face on it.  She said it was quite “apt” given my current role as a nursing mom.

Of course I don’t see anything wrong with nursing, and in fact I’ve done it exclusively already in the past and do plan to exclusively nurse Jamie for at least another 12 months as well (My husband says I should go for two years, but we shall see).  It just takes up a lot of time.  A lot.

Jamie nurses every two hours, but each feeding will take at least 20 minutes.  So the actual interval between her stop and start time is 90 minutes.  That is, if she doesn’t fall asleep before she finishes her full feeding.  If she does we have to stop and burp, and then go again for another 10 minutes or so.

Then in between several feedings during the day, I pump out milk.  That takes a good 15 minutes on each side.  Calculate the time intervals, it’s actually like “feeding” in 30 minute intervals.  It feels like all I do!  (Note, I’m not complaining, just stating an obvious fact.)

KK our doula actually says that a newborn baby equates mom with milk.  In short.  They see you as food, nothing else.  I guess on some level — we should be flattered?  In their eyes you fill their tiny stomachs with happiness.

I remember two years ago, we took a family trip to San Diego and my sister-in-law had to leave her daughter J (Sam’s age, at the time 5 months old) for the day to take her two older boys back to Disneyland.  There was pumped milk but because we’d been traveling she hadn’t been taking a bottle.  So when J got hungry, she refused to drink the expressed milk.  We weren’t going to let her cry until her mom got back, so in the end I fed her from me all of that day (I apologize for non-moms if this is too much information).  This was of course, on top of feeding my own daughter who had also not been taking a bottle during the entire trip.  Then, I was feeding in 20 minute intervals (because both girls did not have similar eating schedules.  And if they did… well, I’d know what it was like to have twins!)  It did wonders for my milk supply of course, and I would do it again in a heartbeat (anything for those kids I always say) – but I would be lying if I said I could relate to the milked cows.

My Mommyology man-boob

It used to just be funny. Now it actually seems appealing!

Recently the Meet the Fockers movie was on TVand this scene where Jack proudly whips out his man-boob caught my attention more than it had ever before in the past.  Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation talking, but hey — why not right?  Isn’t it a good idea?  It allows all dads to “participate” and share the role in feeding, the baby gets the milk and moms like me can catch a break and sleep.

If anyone out there is willing to invest and mass market this, then I will have you know you have a buyer and a marketing advocate by your side! 

April 17, 2011
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How I Survived the First Three Weeks as a Mom of Two (part 2)

I apologize in advance for posting in parts these last few days.  Part of it is the fact that my mommy mush brain hasn’t gotten back its editing lucidity, and the other part of me has a lot more to say (since I talk to babies, toddlers and Barney all day).  I try to keep each post a maximum length so that it’s not that hard for you to read.

Anyway, the first part of this post had half of the list of what got me through our first 21 days in one piece.  This is the second set (and that’s why we start at #6).

My Mommyology rough sisterly love

a whack and a smooch all rolled into one.

6.  Let the big sister fulfill her role, no matter how little she is. Already, Jamie has had her share of whacks and heavy-handed pats from big sister Sam — all of course done lovingly and with the best of intentions.  When Jamie cries Sam rushes over to where she is and tries to soothe her.  “Stop crying baby Jamie”, she’ll say while trying to bounce her up and down in the bouncy chair.  Recently too Jamie has gotten smooshed by the Barney doll because Sam was trying to teach her how to do a “nose-to-nose”.

We try to remind Sam as much as possible that she be gentle with Jamie, and I do think she tries, however she’s not that conscious of her strength.  At the same time, we’ve learned that babies while delicate, are not that fragile.  After all they will grow up together and need to survive each other one way or the other.

7.  Take on a pair of toddler eyes. After the birth I was instructed not to carry anything over 10lbs for at least two weeks.  That of course included my 28-lb toddler.  Sam though didn’t understand this and was always asking me to carry her.  I kept saying not yet, soon and statements like use your feet since you can walk, until I caught her one day looking at me hurt and confused after she said it and I said I couldn’t, but I picked Jamie up anyway.  I realized to her carrying Jamie and carrying her were the same thing, so why could I carry one but not the other?  After that I sat her down to explain that Jamie doesn’t know how to walk yet, and she should show her how it’s done.  I was also very much more conscious to hold her or put her on my lap after that, to somehow give her a feeling that she too was being “carried” still.

8.  Avoid using the sibling as a reason. I don’t know of a book that explicitly says it, but following the logic of #7, I try very hard to avoid using Jamie as an excuse for why I can’t do something with Sam.  What I don’t want to happen is that Sam will think it’s Jamie’s fault and start to resent her for it.  For instance, our bedtime routine.  I don’t tell Sam I can’t stay with her inside because I have to be with Jamie.  More often than not, we incorporate Jamie and her feeding into the routine somehow.  It takes a little creativity but so far, thankfully, we haven’t encountered any major jealousy issues.  In fact, Sam would rather it be herself and her sister — forget us parents!

My Mommyology Feed On Demand

As my doula says, Mom = Food = Milk Wagon.

9.  Use your body as your guide. I used to track feeding, sleeping and activity times of Sam in a notebook and as much as I could, I’d try to keep the same amount of intervals between each set.  I started out that way with Jamie, but I only was able to list it all down up to day 5.  By then I was missing hours or time intervals and I started approximating.  There’s just too much to do, let alone keep track in a notebook!  So I started going by feel (particularly the milk let down and the engorgement sensation for breastfeeding) and by observation.  Then only would I check the clock to make a mental record of the time intervals.

That also decreases the stress when Jamie goes off-interval (ie wants to eat more frequently or stays awake instead of asleep).  So admittedly it’s a little bit more on the feed-on-demand spectrum of things versus the scheduled feeding. I still try to approximate the same interval periods though, and knowing what I know from KK about sleep intervals, I try to observe if Jamie is really hungry or if she just wakes up prematurely and needs help going back down to sleep.  I guess after 21 days and 2 kids, it becomes a tad bit easier to tell the difference.

My Mommyology watches The Event

The New NBC series we follow. Monday nights!

10.  Stick to your regular programming. This applies to both Sam and myself.  While everyone knows how hard it is on the older sibling to accept the big change that is the newer sibling, we try as much as possible to treat Sam the same way.  She still needs to sleep by herself, even if the whining and drama has increased.  The routine helps me and her know that life does go on as it should.

At the same time, I still try to do many of the things that I feel keep me grounded and sane, such as blogging or keeping tabs on work.  I know I should use this time to rest or sleep when the kids are both asleep, but sometimes you just need to do a little bit of what you were doing pre-newborn era, for you.  So at night, my husband and I still take the time to watch our shows too.

The Moral of the Story:  It’s all in the mind. I think if you manage your expectations and change your perspective on how things should be then it’s all doable.  Sam needs to eat and get to school, and I need clean clothes.  So we do what we gotta do to make it happen.  Hopefully as the weeks go by it gets easier.  And then it just becomes fun. 🙂

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