My son went to his cousin’s birthday party over the weekend and had a wonderful time. As part of the birthday festivities, each child was given a party hat to wear. My son proudly put it on his head and there it stayed for the remainder of the party. He then wore it home. He wore it the rest of the day. It became his constant companion. He wanted to wear it to bed, but was talked into letting his stuffed hippo wear it until morning. I thought the hat would have lost some of its charm by the next morning, but boy was I wrong. He immediately put it back on his head and there it stayed…… even in church. Yes, my son wore a bright pink party hat to church. He wore it proudly as we sang hymns and strutted up to the front of the church for the children’s sermon wearing it. He was so excited to show it off. I have to admit, I was initially somewhat embarrassed that my four year old was wearing a party hat at church, but my brother-in-law pointed out that there was no need to feel that way. He stated that he had worn a fireman’s hat to church on more than one occasion as a young child. As my son heartily waved to me from the front of the church, I suddenly found myself proud of my son, and a little envious of him as well. I realized that I envied his self-confidence. He wasn’t worried about what other people thought of him. He just wanted to wear the bright pink hat. Oh to have that childlike excitement and joy, unencumbered by insecurity. After the service, I received several compliments on my son’s attire. Apparently the congregation was touched by his enthusiasm over one bright pink party hat.
A Bright Pink Party Hat
February 10, 2010 · 1 Comment
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Dear World
February 9, 2010 · 6 Comments
As I write this, Zoey, my 21 month old, is sitting on her new potty. It’s an Elmo-themed toddler-sized toilet seat that fits over the regular seat in our bathroom. Zoey is carefully looking through a Sesame Street book as she is perched on her new throne. She points out the characters to me: “Ig Ird! Ookie Onter! Emo!” I am sitting on the floor at her feet in the age-old position of student and teacher. I listen, enthralled. To my surprise, I notice that I am also a little sad.
Potty training is the beginning of Zoey becoming independent. Between this new potty seat and the fact that Zoey and I are visiting a school later in the week, I’m feeling a little undone. It’s not that I’ll miss changing diapers or that I have no idea what to do with 4 hours of free time a week. Please. Bye-bye diapers! Don’t let the door hit you on the way out! And free time? Hm, let me think about that for half a second . . . . I’m feeling a little blue because my life and Zoey’s life are going to be on different paths more and more often. She is going to have experiences that I’m not there to see. Or to protect her from. And it will be good for both of us . . . right?
So, Big-World-Out-There, big beautiful world, please be kind to my daughter. Show her how things grow and how to be kind and how to walk her own path. Catch her when she falls. Put the wind at her back when she runs. And help her remember the way home. Please, world, please.
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Interactive Art Exhibit spotlights Black History Month
February 5, 2010 · Leave a Comment
In recognition of Black History Month, Monroe Harding will host an art exhibit and interactive cultural event celebrating diversity and expression. Exhibiting Our Heritage brings together Monroe Harding youth and community artists in celebration of individual cultures.
Renowned artist Greg Decker will serve as the featured artist. Greg Decker is a professional painter who specializes in figurative oil paintings.
Along with Decker’s exhibit, guests will have the opportunity to experience art through displays by Monroe Harding youth and other former foster children. There will also be Spoken Word performances, pieces by community artists including Molly Brooks, Marleen De Wael, and exhibits from students at Maplewood High School and the Nashville School of Arts, as well as hands-on activities for children, teens and adults.
What: Exhibiting Our Heritage
Date: Thursday, February 25, 2010
Time: 5:30 p.m. – 8:30 p.m.
Location: Youth Connections, 1330 Foster Ave. Ste. 200, Nashville, TN 37211
Cost: The event is $10 per person. Tickets can be purchased in advance at www.monroeharding.org (events tab).
Funds raised from Exhibiting Our Heritage will provide services for youth who have recently aged out of the foster care system.
About Monroe Harding:
Monroe Harding partners with at-risk youth and families to provide a bridge toward independence and success. This mission is accomplished through programs in elementary schools, foster care and adoption services, residential housing and a center for youth aging out of state custody. Project SHARE helps keep elementary students engaged in school by matching at-risk students with adult mentors. RSI merged with Monroe Harding in September 2009 to provide an array of therapeutic foster care and adoptions services for children of all ages. On-campus and Independent Living residential programs include progressively independent levels of living experiences. Youth Connections is the resource center for those who are between the ages of 18 and 23 and have previously been in foster care. The center provides assistance with housing, employment, well-being, education, financial literacy and an on-site thrift store.
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National Children’s Dental Health Month
February 4, 2010 · Leave a Comment
What: National Children’s Dental Health Month
When: The month of February
Who: American Dental Association
Why: To raise awareness on the importance of oral health, and to encourage the development of good oral hygiene habits at an early age.
For more information, great resources for parents, and activity sheets for kids, go to http://www.ada.org/prof/events/featured/ncdhm.asp
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The Art of Feeding Workshop
February 3, 2010 · Leave a Comment
The Art of Feeding: Nurturing the Whole Child from the Highchair through High School
Did you know that the process of feeding your child is just as important as your child’s food? Feeding is the first relationship formed between parent and child, and it doesn’t end with infancy. Successful feeding techniques continue through adolescence, helping to establish trust and connectedness as the child grows. In this informative workshop, pediatric nutrition specialist Jill Castle, MS, RD, LDN, will share the attitudes and actions that are critical to maintaining a positive feeding relationship with your child, so he or she may develop lifelong, healthy relationships with food and eating. Participants will leave with practical techniques to implement in their own homes. This event is made possible by presenting sponsor Center for Change.
Jill Castle, MS, RD, LDN, a licensed and registered dietitian, has 20 years’ experience in pediatric nutrition. She owns Pediatric Nutrition of Green Hills (PNGH) in Nashville, TN. For more information visit http://www.edct.net/awarenessweek.aspx or call (615) 831-9838.
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Miss You
February 2, 2010 · 5 Comments
Apparently, there are parents out there who can’t be away from their children for a night. There are moms who get all teary eyed and weepy at the thought of being away from their precious darling baby. You know the ones I’m talking about. They say things like, “It just breaks my heart to be away from my little Daphne. I’m just so . . . so . . . incomplete when I’m not with her.” Then they dab at their heavily mascaraed eyes and show you their Tiffany’s bracelet with the ‘Daphne’ charm on it.
I have mocked these moms. On multiple occasions. I have rolled my eyes. Stifled a condescending giggle. And, I’ll admit it, I have thought superior thoughts. As in, I’m better than those moms! I, unlike them, have a life. And then last weekend my mocking came to a halt. A very abrupt halt. When, in the space of 30 seconds, I discovered that I am one of those moms.
My husband, Demetri, and I went away for the weekend together. Childless (gasp!). It was all going quite well. We survived the flight. We checked in to a B&B that had an in-room fireplace (controlled by remote – score!) and an unlimited supply of homemade oatmeal cookies and apricot scones in the kitchen. Then I called The Grandparents (my mom and dad) to see how things were going with Zoey, our 21 month old. My mom reported that Zoey was OK – she was eating and sleeping – but that she was sad and clingy. And that Zoey had gone from room to room calling, Mami? Daddy? And . . . suddenly, there I was, wiping away my tears and calculating how quickly I could get back home, especially if I chartered a private jet and broke traffic laws.
Instead of enjoying a little adult time (ahem!) at the B&B, Demetri and I huddled together, shed some tears, and tried to convince ourselves that Zoey was OK. She’s in good hands, right? Yeah, and she’s eating so that’s a good sign, right? We feel asleep after whispering ‘Goodnight Zozo’ to a dark and unfamiliar room.
The next day my dad left a two minute message on my phone. The entire two minutes were spent detailing why we couldn’t talk to Zoey on the phone. The main reason being Zoey’s OVERWHELMING SADDNESS. That’s right, a two minute message on my daughter’s OVERWHELMING SADDNESS. So we passed another night at the B&B cuddling with the Kleenex box.
I’ll spare you any more nauseating details. We survived the trip – we even made it out to eat Indian food one night. But here’s the good news: coming home was nothing short of amazing. Zoey’s face lit up. I saw that she loves me in a way I’ve never experienced before. And I found that having a few days away renewed my patience and appreciation for my daughter. It almost makes me want to go away again. Which is good as Demetri and I are supposed to go away for 5 nights next month. Maybe it will be easier for all of us next time because we’ve had a little practice. But, if I’m being honest, I don’t want it to be too easy. I like missing and being missed.
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Trash Handing
January 27, 2010 · 7 Comments
Apparently my husband doesn’t like to be handed things. Specifically, he does not like to be handed things for him to hold. As in, “Honey, can you hold my purse?” Or “Honey, can you hold this pack of M&M’s for the tiniest second while I put my jacket on?” And do you know how I know he doesn’t like this last one? He told me. Just now. When I asked him to hold my M&Ms. Well, what he actually did was mutter in ominous tones under his breath. To which I responded, “What? What was that? WHAT did you say?” My husband then smiled his dimply, crinkly smile to soften me up and said, “I hate it when you hand me things.” My husband has many fine qualities, including a great butt, but the ability to offer enough information without it being pried out of him is not one of them. After a few more nicely phrased What-ever-do-you-mean-darlings I got the 4-1-1. “I hate it when you give me things to hold. Like trash. When you hand me trash to hold IT’S THE WORST.”
Now, not to be too nit picky, but I don’t give him trash to hold, per se. I give him trash to throw out. Big difference. But, being the generous and kind wife I am, I did not point this out. Yet. Instead I said, “If me handing you trash is your biggest complaint then you have it made, bucko.” Without even a pause, my formerly kind husband says, “No, it’s not my biggest complaint. It’s just my biggest complaint under the category of Things You Give Me to Hold.” That’s right, my husband has categories of dislike for me (ME!), his adoring wife. Make that formerly adoring wife.
Another category under which my husband would like to register a complaint is Cat Litter. He remembers a blissful, carefree time when we used to take turns changing the cat litter. No more. He does it. Every. Single. Time. Personally, I think the category of Cat Litter is way too specific to be taken seriously. It would be like me claiming victory in the category of, uh, well, actually I can’t think of anything. My husband is truly a partner. I mean, there’s lots of things I usually do, but not anything that I always do*. But still. I think Cat Litter is too narrow. I suggest a more general category of Poop (yup, you knew my blog post would end up on this topic somehow). Under the category of Poop I (usually) clean up the dog poop and I definitely do more than 80% of the toddler poop detail. So him doing the cat litter is what we in Joslyne Land like to call “fair”. Or, I might be willing to compromise. I could scoop out the litter and then hand him the bag of cat poop and pee clumps to throw out. Oh, but no. No can do. Because that would fall under the sub category of Handing Him Trash. And as we all know, that is The Worst. Sorry honey! I guess Cat Litter is still your job.
* At least that I can think of right now. I’m convinced that there is something but it’s escaping me . . .
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Give The Basics
January 22, 2010 · Leave a Comment
What: Donations are being accepted for Feather The Nest, a closet for babies, toddlers and new parents in need of the basics.
Where: Ten Thousand Villages in Nashville, 3900 Hillsboro Pike, Suite 20, Nashville TN 37215
When: Now through January 31st, 10:00 a.m. – 6:00 p.m.
The following items are needed:
- New Bottles and Sippy Cups
- Pacifiers and Teething Toys
- Baby Lotion, Wash, Soap
- Diapers, Diapers, and more Diapers (sizes 0 to 5)
- Disposable Wipes
- Towels and Washcloths
- Crib or Pack-n-Play Sheets
- New Receiving Blankets
- Diaper Rash Cream
- Clothing sizes 3 to 24 months
Feather The Nest is a project of Miriam’s Promise.
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Breast Intentions
January 21, 2010 · 5 Comments
Bring up the topic of breastfeeding to a group of mothers and passions for and against ignite like a wildfire. That is not the intention of this article. Instead, I want to offer support and encouragement for those mothers out there that are having or have had a difficult time with breastfeeding.
Five years ago, when I had my daughter, I was determined to breastfeed her. I had attended breastfeeding classes, talked to my friends who had breastfed their babies, and had only heard positive things about it. I had been told that it was going to be an incredible way to bond with my child. It might be a bit difficult at first, but as soon as the two of us figured things out, it would be wonderful.
But, it wasn’t. Not for me. Not for Kyla. She had a really tough time latching on. I had the lactation nurses at the hospital help us. And, once we were home, I ended up having a lactation consultant come to the house several times to help us figure things out. I was stressed. Kyla was stressed. She wasn’t eating a lot. She was gaining weight, but not much. My nipples were sore and cracked. We got no sleep.
I became depressed. For several reasons, actually. First, the lack of sleep. We were attempting to feed every three hours. It took Kyla so long to feed, that I had only an hour break between feedings. I was tired. Second, I felt like a failure. I should have been able to do it. Most everyone had told me I needed to do it for Kyla’s sake. I felt like I was letting her down. Third, she and I were not bonding. We were both so stressed and so tired. I felt like I didn’t know this little girl in my arms. Like she didn’t know me. Here’s this little girl literally attached to me, and I didn’t really know her. Basically, I felt alone.
In talking with a friend of mine about the difficulties I was facing, she told me she had experienced some of the same problems, too. This comforted me. I had felt so alone in this. I was sure I was the only mother who had such trouble. I had only heard wonderful success stories with breastfeeding. I had never heard of anyone having trouble with it.
Why is that? Why do we only hear about the great experiences?
And, as mothers, why don’t we talk to each other with voices of encouragement and not judgment when the subject of breastfeeding comes up? I was in a public restroom recently and heard two young mothers talking. One was upset. She was trying to breastfeed her baby, and she was having a terrible time with it. Through tears, she asked her friend, “Why didn’t anyone tell me this would be so hard?”. I walked over to her and told her she wasn’t alone. I had trouble with it, too. And, it’s okay. Whatever she decided to do, breastfeed or formula feed, it was okay.
And, you know what? It is. It is okay. Breastfeeding is a personal choice. A mother should not be pressured into breastfeeding, made to feel guilty if she chooses not to, or inadequate is she tries and fails.
With my second child, a boy, I didn’t even try to breastfeed. My husband, my parents, my friends, and my doctor were all very supportive of my decision. I was told by well-meaning people that “each child is different”, and I should try to breastfeed Quinn. Yes, each child is different. However, I was not. And, I wasn’t willing to take that chance again. Others might be, but not me. And, the relief I experienced cannot be described. I bonded much more quickly and easily with my son once I took the pressure off of myself.
I do not regret trying to breastfeed Kyla. We gave it our best shot. We endured. And, we do have this special bond: We persevered together.
How can you be a voice of encouragement to a new mother?
- Malinda Moseley
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Whatever It Takes
January 20, 2010 · 1 Comment

I knew that I was the only one who could provide this for my children and that what I was doing was only going to benefit my kids, both immediately and later.
I had a somewhat difficult pregnancy. The first part of my pregnancy was pretty average, but at around 24 weeks I was put on immediate and indefinite bed rest (which was frustrating and difficult). After 8 weeks of being bed-bound, a series of events (which involved, oddly enough, lunch and multiple dentist appointments in one day) led me to an emergency c-section at 33 weeks to deliver my beautiful son and daughter. Thirty-three weeks is way early for a singleton, let alone twins, and so my kids were not strong or healthy enough for this world at birth and were immediately sent to NICU. Although I had already decided on breastfeeding them, it seemed even more important because they were premature. I told the NICU nurses “NO FORMULA” and they promptly handed me a pump.
For anyone who is not intimately familiar with a breast pump, it is just what you would imagine (only worse). It takes a good twenty minutes to effectively release all the foremilk and hindmilk, so I had to pump both breasts at the same time or else I would be spending half my day pumping (instead of only a quarter of it). And let me tell you, I have never felt more like a cow than I did when I would listen to the “shrunsh, shrunsh, shrunsh” of the pump, though strangely I never felt like more of a mother either. I knew that I was the only one who could provide this for my children and that what I was doing was only going to benefit my kids, both immediately and later.
The pump was supposed to be temporary; I had every intention of nursing my kids as soon as they were strong enough to. While they were in NICU we had many practice sessions with the kids on the boob, often not successful, but we were trying and they were getting stronger. When the kids did finally leave NICU at 15 days old, but still preemies and hardly 5 pounds each, they struggled with the strength required to feed from the breast. The bottle was so much easier for their weak little bodies.
And so it went. We would try to nurse, fail, then feed them bottled-breast milk. Next time will go better! Only it did not ever get better. I talked to lactation nurses, went to La Leche meetings, met with other nursing twin mothers, and just tried and tried and tried. One day (the kids were about 6 weeks old) I was talking about this to a lactation nurse when she told me that it was “too late”. I had been told earlier (maybe even by this same nurse) that preemie babies often aren’t ready to nurse until they are closer to their original due date, which would have been 7 weeks old. But now the nurse was telling me that if they aren’t nursing by 6-8 weeks, they aren’t ever going to. It was a damned Catch-22. Wait long enough for them to be developmentally ready to nurse, and I will have waited too long for them to learn to nurse. Dammit all! Whether or not this really was the case, I also had the immediate problem of my maternity leave running out. How could I work on nursing while I’m at work all day? Still wanting them to have breast milk, it was then that I decided that I would just keep pumping for them.
Now pumping, like nursing, is quite a commitment. The mother still has to do all the work either way, but pumping seemed to be the worst of all worlds, with none of the intimate bonding during nursing and none of the convenience one has with formula. I had to nurse a machine but still wash all the bottles and do all the prep and storage of the milk while keeping a nursing schedule so that my supply would not waiver. Skip a few pumpings and supply drops. So there was never a “Honey, can you feed the kids while I sleep” time. Even if my husband fed the kids, I still had to get up and pump. And boy did I pump. Since I was making milk for two babies, to keep my supply going I pumped every 3 hours round the clock for 6 months. I never had the opportunity to sleep for more than 2 or so hours at a time for those 6 months. You would be surprised just how well you can actually function as a chronically-sleep-deprived individual, although I wouldn’t recommend it even to my enemies. I finally gave up night pumping and just pumped during the day around the time we started the kids on cereal (about 6 months) and continued until they were a year old, still pumping about 5-6 times a day.
However, at about 10 months into pumping, my supply could absolutely not keep up with two growing babies. I had low supply issues earlier on, but I had always found ways to overcome them. This time, the kids’ growth rate was just outdoing my production rate, and none of my previous tricks were helping. Everything had gone so well up to this point as far as giving my kids breast milk, but now I had to make a decision, although there really was no decision about it: I was going to have to use formula. I continued to stress about this. My freezer supply of pumped breast milk dwindled away. I did finally supplement with formula (one or two bottles a day), but the bulk of what my babies got was breast milk for those last few months until they turned one (when supply issues again reared their ugly head and forced me to stop altogether).
With working full time, having only part-time daycare (we can talk about that later!), all the pumping, sleep deprivation, dealing with not one but two infants, and my eventual willingness to use some formula, why didn’t I just use formula more? It came down to what I felt was more of a responsibility to my children than a choice for myself. After all I read about breast milk and formula, I could not give my kids formula as their primary source of nutrition when breastmilk was available. Yes I was tired. Yes I hated the pump. But this wasn’t about me. This was the only opportunity when I could provide this nutrition, these antibodies, these benefits to my children who were developing at one of the most rapid rates in their lifetime. I came from the perspective of “I’m going to breastfeed until someone can show me that formula is at least equally beneficial for my babies,’ but since no one really knows all that is in breast milk (and therefore can’t fully replicate it), and since formula does not contain antibodies or change with babies needs plus all that other “special stuff” that makes breastmilk so wonderful, breastfeeding was it. For me, any costs were heavily outweighed by the benefits.
I would like to think that now that my kids are almost 5 years old, I am still seeing the benefits of my work. My kids were hardly ever sick as infants (let alone preemies), maybe one or two ear infections and the usual colds that go around, but for 2-month preemies that is a great. As they have gotten older, they still are hardly ever sick (I think in the past year we have been to the pediatrician once), they are smart, they have no developmental delays, and are just as “normal” as any full-term child. Would they be this way if they only had formula? I don’t know, but why should I even wonder? I know that they were given best thing for them. Now that I am pregnant once again, I look forward to the opportunity to do the same for my new baby. I so hope that nursing will go easier this time, but if I have to, yes I will pump again.
Whatever it takes.
I don’t intend to pepper this post with a lot of data about breastmilk or formula. Every person can do their own research if it is that important to them. But even just doing a quick Wikipedia (yeah, I know, but it can be a good starting point) search as a form of preliminary investigation shows some basic information on the two approaches:
Infant Formula http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Infant_formula
Breast Feeding http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breastfeeding
I encourage anyone stressing over this topic to look into as many resources as they can to find what is best for them. Any mothers looking for resources on breastfeeding (or pumping!) may want to start with:
KellyMom http://www.kellymom.com/
La Leche League http://www.llli.org/
Breastfeeding.com http://www.breastfeeding.com/
- Laura Orsetti
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