Raise your hand if drinking more water is one of your New Year's resolutions Every. Single. Year?
Yes WE GET IT doc, water is really important. But it's SUPER SUPER important when you're pregnant or nursing, and so I'm excited to partner with Rochelle, the founder of Mama B Good, who is running a give away of their mom inspired water bottles!
Our mission is to inspire, support and motivate moms to be good to themselves so they can be great for their little ones. Water plays a HUGE role in pregnancy and motherhood and we know that many moms find it difficult to drink enough water during the day. Water is responsible for carrying oxygen and nutrients to our cells, tissues and organs. Staying hydrated ensures that essential nutrients are being transported to meet the developmental needs of growing babies in the womb and beyond. When you drink more water, you'll feel clearer, more energetic and more capable of navigating your days as a mama. -- Rochelle
When they designed the water bottle, they wanted something functional (read: fits in to regular cup holders) that looked happy and carried more than just water.
Open August 18 - 28, 2017
They will be giving away one water bottle per day
If you're an expecting mom, a new mom, or a veteran mom, you don't need me to tell you that there is an incredible amount of pressure and guilt associated with breastfeeding today.
How hard to try and make it work, how much to try, how often to do it, how long to do it? It's unhealthy and it's unfair, and as mothers and caretakers of young children, it's about time WE take a stand against anyone or any group that feels they can make better decisions for our children than we can.
Three words: Fed Is Best.
Now let me preface this by saying that I breastfed both of my children for a year. But it was not because I was more determined, I worked harder, I was more dedicated or I am a better mom.
It was because I am lucky and I am privileged.
You see for me, breastfeeding was a choice I was able to make. Both of my kids were able to latch relatively easily (in hindsight of course, my poor cracked nipples would argue otherwise), my employer was incredibly accommodating of my 3x/day pumping regimen, and my body produced enough milk to sustain my baby. These are three factors that fell so far outside my control, and it angers me when doctors, OBGYNs, healthcare professionals, and most importantly, other MOMS, fail to consider that when they preach to new moms about the benefits of nursing.
Yes, there is a long list of benefits. I get it. But you know what is also beneficial to baby? A mom who is not anxious, depressed, guilt ridden, in pain, and exhausted because she is either tied to a pump half the day or weeping alongside a crying baby who is starving but can't get food.
I recently read this great article from The Cut called Breastfeeding is for Overacheivers and there was this line that really resonated with me.
...Education and health-care decisions about birth are privileges, ones you’re more likely to have if you have money. Breastfeeding and breastfeeding’s accessories are not cheap, and women with higher-paying jobs are more likely to be accommodated for pumping than those without.
I am incredibly fortunate to have had the educational opportunities, the finances, and a supportive community that all played a role in my decision and ability to breastfeed. But I am fully aware that this is a great privilege that many women in this country do not have. And therefor, I NEVER preach.
But writing about, commenting, and liking articles like these on Facebook only do so much. It's time that we as mothers start speaking up about the benefit of choice, we stop bragging about breastfeeding, and we support one another in our feeding decisions, whether it be breast milk, formula, or a combination of both.
Just no wine. I think we can all agree that feeding wine directly to babies is still frowned upon. But what do I know.
So who is with me?
Image source: Fed is Best Foundation
To the nice man at the post office, to my friendly co-worker, to my old friend from college... I know you are well-intentioned and so I say this with absolute kindness. But for the love of God, please stop calling me mom.
Unless I birthed you, you can call me Jenny.
See, when you greet me with "hey mama" or tell me it's acceptable to be late or say no to something "because I'm a mom" I feel like you are reducing me to this one part of my identity. Albeit a very big part, but not the only part.
You see, I am so much more than a mom. I am a woman, I am a wife, a sister, a daughter, a granddaughter and a friend. I am a student and a hard working employee and a devoted financial contributor to my family. I am a business owner, a team mate, a mentor. And up until four years ago, I spent 31 years developing into a person without the word mom in it.
And so when you call me mom, it feels like you discredit all that other stuff. That stuff that I have worked my tail off to accomplish, and the roles and relationships that I get so much pleasure out of.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm so grateful for my role as mom. But I don't need a reminder, in fact that role often feels all-consuming. Despite wearing many hats, my role as mom usually takes priority and it lies in the forefront of my brain during most of my waking hours. Did you know I can sit in a board meeting and actively talk about my department's five year strategy while simultaneously making a grocery list in my head?
Well that's not because I'm a mom. That's because I'm a savvy, smart, motivated person who likes to get shit done efficiently.
But if you slip up and call me mama, it's okay too.
Because to be perfectly honest, this role of mom is huge and heavy and wonderful and hard and I sometimes forget that I'm more than just a mom too.
Calling all worker-bees, business owners, and women trying to manage motherhood and running their own side or main hustle, we have a networking event coming up at the end of the month and would love you to be there!
I was tired. I was hormonal. I was postpartum.
I had just given birth to my fourth boy a few weeks before and was now the proud and exhausted mother of four boys 6 and under. This particular baby was adorable but slightly difficult. He wanted to be held. All the time. And when he wasn’t being held (or rocked in a stroller), he cried. Between caring for my other three kids, making sure they got off to school and playgroup on time, preparing or figuring out dinner menus (all the freezer meals I’d prepared during my last two months of pregnancy had paid off, despite my husband wondering aloud if I wasn’t “overdoing it with the food prep”), and doing all this with a baby firmly attached to my chest, I was more than slightly frazzled.
We went to the mall one afternoon for our first big expedition as a family of six. My kids had a great time, we ate pizza (which always guaranteed a great time no matter what else we do), and we made our way home.
I walked up to our apartment with the car seat and my 2-year-old, and I set the car seat down while I unlocked the door. My 2-year-old ran into the house, and I called down to my husband, who was following me, to grab the baby and bring him in while I went to the bathroom. I came out of the bathroom to find my kids running around the living room and my husband relaxing on the couch. I sank into the cushions next to him, relieved to be off my feet at last.
Then I heard a faraway baby’s cry.
That can’t be E, I thought to myself, snuggling deeper into the couch. It’s probably the neighbor’s baby. E’s cry is much louder.
Then I sat bolt upright.
Wait. My baby. Where was my baby?
I flung the front door open, and sure enough, there he was, bawling his eyes out in the car seat. Apparently, everyone had walked right by him, and one of my kids had closed the front door.
I beat myself up over this for weeks.
What kind of mother forgets her baby outside the front door? And doesn’t even notice he’s missing?! What if the neighbors had seen? What on earth would they think of me? Eventually, though, I forgave myself. And I learned a major life lesson. Even the most conscientious of mothers, of fathers, of people, make mistakes. We’re so quick to judge in this millennial age of social media and instant reactions.
Stop. Take a minute before you write that comment. Imagine yourself in the other person’s shoes.
And be kind. To others, but most importantly, to yourself.
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It's 8am and I just arrived at work, where I'll spend the next 8 hours of my day.
To some, this signifies the start of the day. To a mom, I feel like I've already lived through an entire week.
It's 8am and here is what I've already accomplished:
And so here I am, at work, exhausted, but ready to put on my game face and tackle the official "start" to the day!
For all you working mamas out there, what things do YOU accomplish before 8am?