Great Health During Pregnancy Made Easy

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There is no feeling quite like the one you get when you first see that positive pregnancy test: butterflies, shock, elation, and the stunning realization that there’s no turning back.  Then comes the question most common in any newly pregnant woman’s mind, “How can I make sure my baby is healthy?” The best way to a healthy baby is a to maintain your own health during pregnancy and we have eight steps towards your healthiest pregnancy ever. Continue reading

When to Circumcise a Baby Boy

It’s no secret that boys are different from girls. Even as infants, boys come with a myriad of unique surprises, including the ability to mimic a car noise at merely a few months old, the uncanny knack for spotting an airplane, and the serious squirting power of that thing between their legs. Continue reading

Lactivism: Here’s the Bottom Line

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On a recent play-date at the zoo, amidst bare-chested chimpanzees and matronly wallabies with their joeys, the exhibit I couldn’t tear my eyes away from was a buxom woman, bare breast exposed, nursing her child on a very public bench. Given the setting, it seemed oddly natural—mother nature in action. But nonetheless, it was disconcerting to see a naked boob on display with so many curious children around, mine included. “Must be one of those lactivists,” my friend observed.

Those what? I’d heard of feminism, Darwinism, even utopianism, but lactivism was novel to me. What the heck is lactivism anyway? Basically, it is the advocacy of breastfeeding over formula feeding. Lactivism is a contemporary movement striving to ensure that nursing mothers are not discriminated against in public places. Lactivists believe a woman has the right to breastfeed her child anytime, anywhere, in any way she sees fit. Continue reading

8 Things I Wish I Could Tell My Kids

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The day I held my own wrinkly baby in my arms was the day I finally understood my mother.  I could not contain the emotional waves crashing over me, nor fathom the depth of love I felt for this tiny new being.  I knew my mom must have felt the same way.  Now with three little ones under the age of five, I’m learning daily the incredible difficulty it takes to be a mom and it surprises me how often my own mother’s voice guides my parenting.  All the same tired phrases my mom used to quote, I now wish I could tell my kids.

Mother/child relationships can sometimes be a rocky journey.  As a child, I adored my mom and would follow her to the ends of the earth.  I loved shopping with her and marveled as she pulled coupons, carrot sticks, and lost toys from her purse like Mary Poppins.  Then I became a teenager who knew everything and she knew nothing.  When I went away to college, mom once again became the omniscient expert on laundry, cooking, roommate disputes, and the boys that were and were not worth keeping around. Continue reading

How to be a Better Mom in 2014

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I’ve had a lot of jobs in my day, but my job as a mom tops them all.  I adore being called “Mommy” by little ones just finding their voices.  I love impromptu picnics and Katy Perry dance parties.  I melt every time I’m told how “pretty” I look in the same old sweat pants that I’ve had for ages.  

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How to Find a Good Babysitter

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I can still remember the first time I left my baby with someone else.  She was eleven months old and my husband and I were going on a much-needed cruise.  I cried from the moment we pulled out of our driveway to the moment we pulled into the port, over 100 miles away.

We would be gone for 120 hours…five days, but every hour absent from her seemed monumental.  She was in great hands with my mother-in-law, but I felt like I was abandoning her.   I was the only one in the world who knew that when my baby girl tugged on her left ear, it meant she wanted her Lovey Bunny.  Only I knew the exact temperature her bottle needed to be and that she had an aversion to the color purple.

Keeping my overzealousness in check, I painfully waited 45 minutes to call and check on her.  To my amazement and chagrin, baby girl was not screaming, but cooing happily for grandma.  I was almost hurt by the fact that she didn’t seem to care I was gone.

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