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I miss my Squirmy!!

Well, he’s upstairs in bed, so I don’t really miss him.  But I will!

Next week I go back to work.  ::sigh::

Yes, I know that as a teacher I am very fortunate.  I was able to combine my maternity leave with my summer vacation, so I’ve been home with Squirmy for the first five months of his life.  It’s been delightful and wonderful most of the time.  However, it also breeds anxiety.   Can I go back to work and handle my day without him?  This school year I’ve accepted a lot more responsibility and will be putting in longer days in the building and will be bringing home more work.  Can I stand being away from him for twelve hours?

My heart breaks thinking about leaving him.   The other working moms I’ve spoken with told me they were relieved to go back to work.  They were bored at home and finally get some “adult time” at work.  That is not the case for me.  I absolutely, positively want to be a stay-at-home mom, but it’s just not in the cards for us right now.

I go back to work on Monday to start professional development sessions for the year.  I’ll be there from 8-4:30, plus 30 minutes of drive time each way.  I’ll let you know how it goes…


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Independence Day Already?

(WARNING: You may think I’m weird after reading this post.)


I know it’s a little late in the month to be discussing Independence Day, but I fear Squirmy’s is right around the corner.  He was in the other room asleep (thank you, Elizabeth Pantley) and woke up, crying out.  Ever the dutiful mom, I rushed into the bedroom to save the day.  As I lay beside him, rubbing his back and shushing him back to sleep, he pulled away and flung himself on his back.  That’s when it hit me.  When he was just a wee baby, he would stay curled up to me, his face against the bare skin of my chest.  Now he’s flinging himself away.  I realized that he is already becoming independent.  I started to reflect on Squirmy over the past few weeks and saw that it had started earlier than tonight.  We started him on cereal a couple of weeks ago, and he wants to hold the spoon as you feed him.  He is capable of entertaining himself in the playpen, and he no longer needs me to pick up his pacifier when he drops it.  He brings it to his mouth and chews on it.  It’ll only be a matter of minutes, so it seems, until he figures out the right way to pop it back in his mouth.  Before I know it, he’ll be walking, going to school, driving, and having kids of his own.  It was at this time that a very weird thought came into my head.

I know some mothers will understand and others will say I’m crazy, but either way — I want to curl him up and put him back in my belly.  Yes, I know it’s uber-controlling and slightly odd, but that’s the sensation I had.  He was so safe in there and I could take him anywhere — to work, on vacation, to the bathroom…


I miss my baby already.  I’m sure I can talk more on this subject, but now I have to go cuddle with the World’s Cutest Baby.  Excuse me…

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Skim, 2%, Whole…38DD?

I love hidden camera shows, and my favorite is ABC’s What Would You Do? This started as a segment on Primetime, but it was so popular, it quickly grew.  (You can view old segments on YouTube.)  Tomorrow’s episode hits on a topic that is very close to home: breastfeeding.  In tomorrow’s episode, ABC staged a scene in a cafe of a woman breastfeeding.  The woman is then approached by the manager who asks her to leave and starts a big scene about it.  What will the bystanders do?   What would you do?

I’m eager to see the responses because I had an incident myself regarding breastfeeding.  On Mother’s Day weekend, I went out to eat with my mother and one of my younger sisters.   As they began to eat, I placed Squirmy in my lap, covered us with my nursing cover, lifted my shirt, and began to feed him.  He was quietly eating, and I was talking with my family.  After a few moments, I began to realize that the couple and their teenage son sitting at the table beside us were staring.  I turned to meet their eyes, but they all quickly looked away.  The wife began to whisper to her husband about how “disgusting” it was and how they couldn’t believe I’d “do that in a restaurant.”

The old Rachel would’ve turned to them and said something nasty and rude; however, the saved Rachel just sat quietly and ignored them.  What should I have done or said?  In my state it is perfectly legal for me to breastfeed my child wherever I am.  Should I have explained this law to them?  Sound off in the comments — Do you have a great comeback?  Do you even agree with breastfeeding in public?


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End the sock battle NOW!

Disclaimer: I have not been paid for the product review that follows.  I just really, really like these socks.  However, if you are a representative of this company, and you would like to pay me, that’s okay.  Please contact me immediately.

I’m guilty.  I haven’t used every single shower/baby gift.  In fact, a few are still in the packages.  One of those gifts was a pair of green and white striped socks with Velcro tabs on them.  I found them in a pile of stuff a few days ago and stuck them on Squirmy’s feet tonight because the only socks he had clean are too small (the boy has huge feet).

Our experience with baby socks thus far has been horrible.  They don’t stay on.  Ever.  I have asked lots of experienced moms how to get baby socks to stay on baby feet.  Their answer?  “You don’t.”  Grrreaat.  So, I have been trying (with fair success) to only dress Squirmy in outfits with attached footies so I didn’t have to fight the sock battle.  However, as babies get older, the selection of clothes with attached footies starts to dwindle (especially when said baby is growing extremely fast, like Squirmy).  I am going to have to start dressing him in pants soon.  Pants without footies.  Pants that need socks.  Geez.

Enter: Green and white striped socks with Velcro tabs.


The socks are “Stay With Me” socks, and they’re brilliant.  The little Velcro tabs are at the ankle and serve to keep the sock on the foot  (Sock?  On the foot?  Crazy!).  Squirmy, who didn’t get this name for nuthin’, wore these socks all afternoon/evening long.  I put them on him at 4:00pm.  It’s now 11:05pm, and they’re still firmly in place.  They survived him kicking and screaming in the carseat, shopping in Wal-Mart, and playing at Grandma’s house.  They even stayed on when I pulled his pants off to change his diaper!  Incredible! I just ordered three additional pairs.  They come in two sizes: Small (newborn to 3 months) and medium (3 months to 14 months).  Now, I don’t actually expect Squirmy to fit into them at 14 months, but the prospect of them lasting that long is thrilling.  Unfortunately, they are a bit pricey at $5.95 a piece, but when you consider how many socks you lose and how long they should last for, it’s really worth it.  They’re also available at select Target stores, but I have yet to see them.  So, if you have young’uns under 12 months of age, you need these.  If you don’t have young’uns, buy a pair anyway and send them to me (size Medium, please).

Stay With Me socks

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One Baby, Two Breasts, and Jesus

My days at home with Squirmy are fantastic for the most part (so fantastic I’d give up my career and default on my credit cards to continue to stay home with him if Mr. Rachel would agree to live without electricity or food), but today we had a spell of not-so-fantastic.  I have been trying to pump breast milk once a day so I will have a good supply built up when I return to work at the end of May.  The books all tell you to pump in the morning because you have more milk then, but Squirmy has moved our morning to the afternoon and our afternoon to midnight.  So I planned to pump this afternoon; however, things got in the way and by the time I got around to it, it was about an hour before Squirmy would wake up and want to eat again.  I figured I was safe and went ahead and pumped.  Bad move.  Squirmy woke up a good fifteen minutes after I finished pumping, ready to eat.  (Against my pediatrician’s wishes, I breastfeed on-demand, so when Squirmy’s hungry, Squirmy’s hungry.)

At this point I was empty.  I went ahead and tried to latch Squirmy on because I knew that the milk would come once he got going.  Unfortunately, he wouldn’t stay latched on long enough to get it going and it turned into an all-out shrieking brawl.  I knew he wouldn’t latch as long as he was screaming, so I gave him a few milliliters of water to calm him down.  It helped for about 0.3 seconds.  Finally, twenty-five minutes later, I decided to break out the milk I had just pumped.  I don’t want to give Squirmy a bottle myself (for fear of him rejecting the breast afterward), so I fed him one ounce with a syringe.  This was not helping – he wanted the comfort of the nursing as well as the milk.

Nothing was going to appease his appetite at this point, so I grabbed him up and took him into the other room.  I walked around with him and explained why we pray and how we pray.  I explained that the Lord wants to help us and that if we are faithful, he will give us what we ask for (Matthew 21:22 — And whatever things you ask in prayer, believing, you will receive).  By this time Squirmy was calm and was just looking at me.  Together (well, I was the one talking), we prayed and asked for patience and milk.  After praying, we read The Prayer of Jesus by Hank Hanegraaff (The Bible Answer Man).

I sensed it wasn’t time yet, so I continued to walk and explained about giving thanks.  Then we thanked God for Squirmy’s patience (he hadn’t cried since we walked into the room) and for the milk that he would receive.  I changed his diaper, and then sat down to nurse him.  Just as we had asked for, the milk came.  Squirmy latched on, drank, and was comforted.

This is just a lesson in God’s faithfulness and honesty.  He said if we would ask and believe, we would receive.  If you think your prayer is too small, you’re wrong.  God is here for you and wants to take care of all your needs.  He knows the desire of your heart and wants to give it to you (Psalm 37:4-5 — Delight yourself also in the Lord, And He shall give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord, Trust also in Him, And He shall bring it to pass).  All you have to do is pray (Philippians 4:6-7 — Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; 7 and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus).

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