PARENTING FREEDOM

attachment parenting, homeschooling, gentle discipline
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    Monday, May 21st, 2012 9:16 pm

    “The secret of happiness is freedom. The secret of freedom is courage.” Thucydides

    “There is only one way to happiness and that is to cease worrying about things which are beyond the power of our will.” Epictetus

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    “I am only one; but still I am one. I cannot
    do everything, but still I can do something.
    I will not refuse to do the something I can do.”
    Helen Keller
  • My “No Regrets” Alternative to Crying-It-Out

    | July 10, 2011


    Morning comes with bright light peeking around the edges of the window blinds. I am being summoned out of a deep sleep with the gentle stirrings of my sleeping baby curled up next to me. I draw her close with kisses and soft murmurings. With eyes still closed, she reaches her little fist out to grasp strands of my long hair, and she pops her trusty thumb in her mouth. This usually gives us some extra sleep before we start the day.


    9 1/2 months old

    When she stirs again, I remind her I’m here, reach for my firm foam wedges (2-12″ for comfortably sitting up in bed), clip my Brest Friend around my waist, and scoop my baby in my arms. She doesn’t have to cry. Many months ago, she mostly replaced her cry with a “cough” that means, “Hurry up, Mommy!”

    Nursing in sleep in bed ~ 2 1/2 months old

    She latches on, and her tummy begins to fill with her warm, nutritious breakfast. Another “cough” tells me to switch sides. Before she latches again, she does her morning stretch with arms quivering above her little head that she has arched back. Her legs are stretched right out, down to her bare toes, eyes still closed. Then she nurses more, and by this time, I am starting to fully awaken, and her eyes have begun to squint open, saying, “Of course it’s you, Mommy.” Then she concentrates on looking at me, and in spite of a few milky grins, and attempts at starting a conversation, she finishes her milk. I shove the wedges to the side, and we lay down and cuddle some more, and she begins to chatter and sit or stand on me. “Time to get up, Mommy!”


    Up for the day!! ~ 6 1/2 months old

    The rest of the day always includes several more nursing sessions, and a baby nursing nap here or there. Maybe even a sleep for Mommy and Baby in the La-Z-Boy chair. At least once a day, I help my six-year-old with his schoolwork with a nursing or sleeping baby in my arms.


    Homeschooling a six-year-old
    while nurturing a new baby ~ 20 days old
    Baby’s bed is the Brest Friend on Mommy’s lap.


    The view from my rocking chair ~ almost 5 months old

    Occasionally, if Baby is extra tired and Mommy is not, I lay her on a little floor mattress that I slide out from under the bed. That way, I can step away from the area for short times while she sleeps safely. I have an audio/video monitor that I might use on those occasions.

    Sleeping on the thin floor mattress next to the bed
    during a daytime nap ~ 9 1/2 months old

    I have never been a stickler for naps. Although Baby’s need for sleep is respected, I don’t find that naps require a certain place, time, or amount of time. Baby also does not determine our family’s daily activities. Baby may nap in my arms, in the carseat on the way to town, in the sling in a store, at the movies, during a walk, or in the backpack at the grocery store, etc.

    Our lifestyle is very welcoming to a baby. She is part of the family, and with the exception of everyone having to wait while we pull off the highway for Baby to have a nursing break or diaper change now and again, there is really no time when Baby causes the family to miss anything. For example, this spring, we did eight Disney/Universal amusement parks in eight days, and we spent another day at the beach! Baby was on board and partying as hard as the rest! (I highly recommend bringing a baby with you to Disney/Universal. Child swap is awesome! The whole family stands in line, and then the parents take turns going on the rides with all the kids. Double the fun for the children in much less time!)

    Napping in sling at a Hollywood Studios attraction ~ 8 months old

    Nursing nap while visiting relatives ~ 4 months old

    Typing the text for this article into the computer ~ 9 1/2 months old

    At bedtime, usually around 10 PM, I pour a glass of water, locate the TV remote control, and carry my onesie-clad baby into the bedroom. I arrange my foam wedges, fasten my Brest Friend into place, and my baby begins her bedtime nursing. We both are relaxed, and she usually falls asleep quickly and peacefully. Sometimes, she is not quite worn out, but it doesn’t take much activity before she settles down for more breastmilk. I watch TV or read or write or talk while she nurse-sleeps. Even after she finishes nursing, I may keep holding her until my arm gets all sweaty, and her little body gets too warm. That is exactly where she is as I write these very words. I often don’t want to put her down.

    Writing this article in bed with a pencil and paper
    I didn’t want to put down my sleeping baby.
    9 1/2 months old

    I eventually gently position her beside me on her side facing me, with her back to the high, sturdy bed rail. If she isn’t in a deep sleep, she will grab my hair on the way down and suck her thumb while I cuddle and pat her back to sleep. I usually continue watching TV or read as late as I like, right next to my sleeping baby. (I have researched and practice SAFE sleep sharing, but get your own medical advice.) She will stir at least a couple times (more often in the early months) during the night, rarely with a cry, and I readily provide her nighttime comfort and nutrition. All is good.

    As an older mother of five and after having experienced a devastating miscarriage, I know that this is a precious time, much to be appreciated, and will be gone all too soon.  “Babies don’t keep.”

    Nurturing my baby is truly my highest priority. The mutually satisfying mothering-to-sleep style I have chosen for each of my five babies is an alternative to the Ezzo, cry-it-out, sleep scheduling, Ferberizing methods.

    I can’t think of anything more rewarding as a mother than the pleasant experience of nursing my baby to sleep and having my baby sleep next to me. I encourage you to consider being willing to experience and embrace this glimpse of unconditional love.

    Trying to stick to strict schedules or having the attitude that if you “let baby get away with this, she will always want to do this” can take all the fun out of sleep-related mothering. Enjoy this peaceful mothering experience. Give your child the gift of your motherly comfort, and make your heart rejoice. 

    Live without regrets.

    Asleep on Mommy ~ almost 5 months old

    “He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young.” Isaiah 40:11

    “‘Rejoice with Jerusalem and be glad for her, all you who love her; rejoice greatly with her, all you who mourn over her. For you will nurse and be satisfied at her comforting breasts; you will drink deeply and delight in her overflowing abundance.’ For this is what the LORD says: ‘I will extend peace to her like a river, and the wealth of nations like a flooding stream; you will nurse and be carried on her arm and dandled on her knees. As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you; and you will be comforted over Jerusalem.’ When you see this, your heart will rejoice and you will flourish like grass.” Isaiah 66:10-14

    DISCLAIMER: I want to make clear that sleep-related mothering does not always go so smoothly, but I will attest to the fact that the vast majority of the past ten months of my baby’s sleep-related life has been exactly as described as above. Also, I am not an expert, and I am not giving advice, so please refer to your doctor regarding all issues mentioned here and on this website.

    For more on this topic, choose from the following:

    Article: Does she sleep through the night?

    Crying it Out: Essay ~ Bible Verses ~ Quotes ~ Blog Posts ~ Books

    Sleep Sharing: Essay ~ Bible Verses ~ Quotes ~ Blog Posts ~ Books 

    NOTE: This is my contribution to the 8th annual Ezzo Week hosted at Tulipgirl.com from July 11 -17, 2011. “This week is devoted to both encouraging parents, as well as educating them on the destructive philosophies and practices associated with the parenting teachings of Gary and Anne Marie Ezzo.”

    Breastfeeding Flashmob

    | June 25, 2011

    The ultimate flashmob: Hundreds of mothers breastfeed in front of shoppers
    http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2005874/Breast-best-Hundreds-nursing-mothers-surprise-shoppers-awareness-flashmob.html#ixzz1QL65Rx1r

    Even some supportive fathers showed up.

    Pro-life Pampers Ad

    | June 11, 2011

    I caught an edited version of this on TV and searched YouTube for it.

    Pampers. For every little miracle. (Pampers Commercial)

    I actually use Huggies because I don’t like the scent of Pampers, but I like this ad. The ultrasound, the planned or unplanned, the pregnant bride, the precious preemie, the long-awaited baby, the teen mom, the adoption, the special needs, the home birth, and the quick glimpse of breastfeeding. (I don’t like the IVF, surrogate or bottle parts.)

    Academic Benefits of Breastfeeding

    | March 27, 2011

    Could breastfeeding make baby brighter? Just four weeks on mother’s milk can benefit brain
    http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-1365865/Babies-breastfed-grow-intelligent-scientists-say.html#ixzz1HpyV3fe2

    “Research shows that children who have been breastfed do better at reading, writing and maths at the ages of five, seven, 11 and 14…”

    Parenting Hodge Podge

    | March 5, 2011

    Dr. Seuss Has the Best ‘Attachment Parenting’ Quote
    http://thestir.cafemom.com/baby/116937/dr_seuss_has_the_best

    “A person’s a person, no matter how small.” Dr. Seuss

    “The reason something like ‘cry-it-out’ is not an AP tenet is because we believe that a child who is crying is using their voice — the only thing a baby has — to ask for something…”

    Are We Contributing To The Exploitation Of Our Kids??
    http://www.blogher.com/are-we-contributing-exploitation-our-kids?

    AnyBody: Parents are ignoring their children for their BlackBerry
    http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2011/01/31/AR2011013104657.html?hpid=sec-health

    Happy Children Make Happy Adults
    http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2011/02/110225094936.htm

    “Being a ‘happy’ teenager is linked to increased well-being in adulthood…”

    Joy of parenthood is a fantasy: Psychologists say cost of children forces mothers and fathers to convince themselves it’s worthwhile
    http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1362784/Psychologists-say-cost-children-forces-mothers-fathers-convince-worthwhile.html#ixzz1Fk0ormnG

    technology does have it’s advantages
    http://contented-sparrow.blogspot.com/2011/03/technology-does-have-its-advantages.html

    Found this kind of sad. But things sure have changed since the Little House in the Big Woods days.

    Michelle vs. the Michelles: A Breast-Feeding Throwdown
    http://www.parentdish.com/2011/02/17/michelle-vs-the-michelles-a-breast-feeding-throwdown/

    “Michelle Obama is talking up the health benefits of breast-feeding and new government incentives that she hopes will encourage more moms to nurse and hopefully, curb childhood obesity.”

    “But two other Michelles, Michelle Bachman and Michelle Malkin, breast-feeding moms themselves, are challenging her “nanny state” approach to the issue…”

    Chronically Ill Children Are 88% More Likely to Suffer Physical Abuse, Swedish Researchers Find
    http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2011/02/110217083026.htm

    Welcoming Baby into this World – The Attachment Parenting Way

    | March 2, 2011

    I just love these pictures of this newborn gorilla and its mother. What joy, what bliss, what love is this.  

    Feeding time for the five-day-old silverback so well protected by its mother that zookeepers don’t know what sex it is
    http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1362264/Newborn-gorilla-endangered-species-list-pictured-Zurich-zoo.html#ixzz1FVBh6leu 

    “After drinking its mother’s milk, the tiny gorilla snuggles in her arms… The baby gorilla’s eyes grow heavy in the comfort of its mother’s embrace… She looks down at the baby lovingly and he appears to look back for reassurance before slowly drifting off into a deep sleep…”

    No crib. No crying-it-out. No mother substitutes. No milk substitutes… Instinctive attachment parenting all the way…

    “People who were more securely attached to their caregivers as infants were better at recovering from conflict 20 years later.”

    | February 20, 2011

    How Couples Recover After an Argument Stems from Their Infant Relationships
    http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2011/02/110218142453.htm

    “Couples’ abilities to bounce back from conflict may depend on what both partners were like as infants…”

    “By looking back at observations of the participants and their caregivers from the 1970s, when they were between 12 and 18 months old, the researchers discovered a link between the couples’ conflict recovery behaviors and the quality of their attachment relationship with their caregivers. People who were more securely attached to their caregivers as infants were better at recovering from conflict 20 years later. This means that if your caregiver is better at regulating your negative emotions as an infant, you tend to do a better job of regulating your own negative emotions in the moments following a conflict as an adult.”

    “The researchers also found that there is hope for people who were insecurely attached as infants. ‘We found that people who were insecurely attached as infants but whose adult romantic partners recover well from conflict are likely to stay together,’ remarked Salvatore. ‘If one person can lead this process of recovering from conflict, it may buffer the other person and the relationship.’ The health of a relationship can be salvaged if one person can quickly disengage from conflict and avoid dwelling on negative thoughts and emotions…”

    How Couples Recover After an Argument Stems From Their Infant Relationships
    http://www.psychologicalscience.org/index.php/news/releases/how-couples-recover-after-an-argument-stems-from-their-infant-relationships.html

    Joy Returned After the Mourning: The Birth Story of My Infant Daughter

    | February 15, 2011

    You are never the same after you lose a baby. Even if that little unborn baby was only the size of a big marshmallow. That was actually the nickname my littlest boy gave his tiny baby brother as he was dying. Marshmallows. There was nothing I could do to save my baby’s life. I just had to wait in anguish and go through the motions of miscarrying a most wanted child - MY child.

    And then came many months of trying to heal. Trying to get on with life. But I knew the pain would never go away. I knew that having another baby would be an important part of the healing process. I needed another baby. And my dreams came true. I became pregnant again. It turned out to be the most physically and emotionally challenging nine months of my life. I believe the dibilitating fatigue was part of the healing phase of my miscarriage. For the first half of this new pregnancy, I was also constantly worried that my baby girl would die, too. It was hard to live, hard to cope.

    But then the long pregnancy was over. And this is how that happened…

    Derek had been working 2 1/2 hours away, Mondays through Fridays, for the previous 2 1/2 years. Although thankful for his job, I was very nervous about whether or not he would make it home in time for the birth. He wanted to work as much as possible, and I knew I had to be able to tell him the time to come within reason. I had contractions for many weeks, and then right around the due date, they became very regular. I summoned him home, but it turned out to be a false alarm. Then at 9:30 in the morning of September first, 2010, exactly a week following my due date, regular contractions began again, along with other familiar labour symptoms. After about an hour, I called Derek, strongly suggesting this was it. An hour later, I called him again to see if he got the hint. He did and was on his way. I tidied the house, cooked oatmeal for lunch, and made sure the kids were clean and ready.

    When he arrived home, I was relaxing in the tub (after shaving my legs), wishing I could just stay there and give birth. He began pressuring me to get going, but I told him that just because he arrived didn’t mean I was ready to go. If I had wanted to go, I would have already been on my way. I knew the worst thing I could do would be to arrive at the hospital too early. That would leave room for unwanted interventions and unnecessary stress. I took my time getting dressed, putting on my make-up, and packing the last few things. Once I had everything ready to go, Derek put the stuff in the car.

    We said “See ya later” to the kids and headed to the hospital which is only about ten minutes away. On the drive, I clocked the contractions at a minute and a half apart. Pretty good timing. We pulled into an expectant mothers’ parking spot, carried our stuff into the hospital, and walked up the stairs to the maternity floor, checking in at around three in the afternoon. I had to stand around, leaning against the wall, waiting for paper work. It seemed to take a long time before we were allowed to go to the birthing room. The chair for the father was behind the bathroom door, so after begging Derek to rearrange the furniture, I tried to relax. I laboured some on the toilet and also on the edge of the bed. A nurse stood where Derek should have been able to sit. I let the nurses check me and even put a stethoscope on me. I was 6 cm upon arrival, but after my water broke (with a green tint) fifteen minutes later, I quickly went to 9 1/2 centimeters.

    I am convinced the two nurses assigned to me had never witnessed a natural labour and delivery. They didn’t know what to do with themselves without having a computer screen to give them instructions on my progress. They didn’t seem to know that it makes contractions much more painful when they keep talking to and disturbing the labouring woman. It is so important to be able to completely relax and stay focused in order to prevent pain medication and medical interventions. I kept asking them to put on the birthing bar, and I’m not sure why they were hesitant to install it. Then, a nurse told me she had called the doctor who told them to notify her at about twenty minutes before. I said to the nurse, “Oh, you’re going to deliver it, are you?” She quickly left the room to call the doctor again. I guess they aren’t used to seeing a calm, relaxed, and rational woman during transition.

    When the doctor arrived (the one who said to me after my miscarriage, “So, you think you had a miscarriage”), I asked again for the birthing bar, but still, they did not put it on. It took asking one more time. They didn’t understand that my body would hold back until everything was ready for me. That’s how it works. It took a little while for them to figure out how to install the birthing bar, and then I climbed on the bed into position. The bar proved helpful for my previous four births, but little did I know that it would cause trouble this time around. My labour was getting harder, and I began to push. My previous birth had only taken two pushes, so I couldn’t understand why it was taking longer this time. Later, I found out that the head was out, but I had no idea. At that point in delivery, it can be impossible to tell, and I couldn’t see. The doctor told me to, “Push, push.” I knew this was the typical thing to say, no matter the stage, so I did not make an unusual effort. I was getting fed up with the nurse putting the stethoscope on me. I can’t believe I put up with it that long, and I wish I had realized it earlier. I finally told her, “Please get the stethoscope off me.” The doctor told the nurse to back off, and told me to push. I noticed a worried look on her aging face. I realized it was important when Derek told me to push as well. All of this happened in seconds. Derek telling me to push made me understand something was wrong. I looked at my leg, and told them it was on the wrong side of the bar. The doctor didn’t care or think that was the case and just wanted me to push. I took charge of myself and put my leg on the other side of the bar which made the birth canal wider, and I pushed out the baby easily. This was at 4:30 P.M. I noticed my doctor tell a male doctor in the doorway that she didn’t need him. She must have hit an emergency button for help because the baby’s shoulder had been stuck. I was the first to see that she was a baby girl. I noticed she was very mucousy as well. I know the doctor was more than a little rattled with the shoulder being stuck, but I wish she had known enough to communicate that bit of information during the birth. It would have helped to know the head had been out instead of half-way up the birth canal like I thought. I was shocked when they gave us a three-second skin-to-skin hello and whisked my baby right over to the bassinet while I pleaded for them not to let her arms flail. (It breaks my heart to see that on birthing shows.) The male doctor took charge of the baby, suctioning her nose and administering oxygen. My doctor waited impatiently for the placenta. I am always disappointed with how anxious she is to hurry that out of me. I knew they were waiting for it to come before they gave my baby back to me. They should have given me my baby to nurse which would have helped it come more naturally.

    No matter how much I want to stand up for my rights, birthing circumstances make it almost impossible to fight the system. You need an educated natural birthing advocate who knows your birth preferences and the difference between routine procedure and what is necessary. I did the best I could, but each of the five times I have given birth, I have longed to live in an area that offered natural birthing support.

    Baby had already peed a lot on the bassinet, so we’ll never know how much more she would have weighed than the ten pounds, two ounces recorded. She measured 21 1/2 inches long. They put a newborn diaper on her, but after realizing it was too small, they had to hunt for a size one. Finally, they gave me my darling baby daughter who latched on and began to breastfeed like a champ right away.

    We called home to tell the children. We also called other family members. N16 drove his siblings down to visit right away. They were delighted to meet their new baby sister. It was a very exciting and special time for the seven of us. We took a few pictures. There were no nurses in sight. They spent the next couple hours doing paper work – not kidding. We all had Subway for supper, right there in the birthing room.

    We dressed Baby GC in a little yellow and blue outfit that matched C9 and her doll. The first person, outside my own little family, to see Baby GC was Grampie S. Then Grammie came in the room, and Derek’s parents soon followed. We took more pictures. Baby GC nursed the whole time.

    Eventually, they told me there was one bed available (in the whole hospital). I paid for private rooms for my four previous births, so I was very disappointed that I was expected to share a room. I decided to give it a try. I held the baby and was wheeled into the room. There wasn’t a pillow for the bed. We asked the staff for one, but they came back empty-handed. The woman in the next bed had brought a pillow from home, so she offered me hers. I wondered how I could possibly breastfeed and co-sleep with only one pillow. Impossible really. The room was severely hot. Visitors for the woman in the next bed had to go by my bed. I had to go by her bed and her visitors to go to the bathroom. That is not fun after giving birth. The beds made the worst possible racket and the woman next to me just couldn’t get hers comfortable. Squeak. Squeak. All in all, I was shocked at the difference in the hospital since I had first given birth there. There was less help and comfort for each birth. The environment and support this time was absolutely unacceptable to me. They consider the hospital to be breastfeeding friendly, but as an experienced breastfeeding mother (almost 12 1/2 year veteran), I found it terrible. I felt so bad for the young mothers who have to learn to breastfeed for the first time in that environment. Finally, about four hours after giving birth, they wheeled in the baby bed/cabinet with supplies. I wonder what took so long.

    I imagined my lovely nest at home, and knew (from past experience) that I would get little sleep, no rest, and next to no help at the hospital. The nurses are usually kind and nice, but they don’t have time to help, and Derek will never stay the night. When I made the decision to go home, you can be sure that the environment must have been pretty bad if my grandparents and in-laws fully supported and understood my reasons for taking my baby home when she was only 4 1/2 hours old. Even though it was a very warm evening, we decided to put the same little white sleeper on Baby GC that all four of my other babies wore home from the hospital. After stuffing the diaper bag with the few diapers that were in the baby bed/cabinet, and buckling the baby in her carseat, we headed down to the van. At around nine in the evening, we met my parents as they were driving into the hospital parking lot and told them to follow us home.

    That is how joy returned after the mourning. For me, Baby GC is the embodiment of joy itself. She has smiled since she was born. I still get worried that she will die, but I try to let it go.

    I thank my God upon every remembrance of [her].” Philippians 1:3

    I do fear I have a “Abraham-loved-Isaac-too-much” problem, but I guess the first step is to recognize it.

    The day I described above was only the beginning of a delightful adventure of getting to know and enjoy another precious soul on her journey through life. And we are truly blessed to have been given this opportunity.

    Breastfed Babies May Have Fewer Seizures

    | February 12, 2011

    Breastfeeding linked to fewer seizures in kids
    http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/02/07/us-breastfeeding-seizures-idUSTRE71663T20110207   

    “Babies that are breastfed may have fewer seizures after they’re a year old… And the longer babies are breastfed, the better, the researchers found…”

    “‘It’s known that malnutrition during the developmental period can lead to seizures.’”

    “The WHO [World Health Organization] encourages breastfeeding exclusively for six months, then giving solid food and breast milk until the baby is 2 years old.”

    What About OTHER Vaccines?

    | February 11, 2011

    Can Breastfeeding Transmit Yellow Fever After Maternal Vaccination?
    http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2011/02/110207122009.htm

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