Rambling from being sick- the internet can really make your head spin

I've had a bad cold- made worse by being pregnant, so for the past few days I've sat around on the couch reading lots and lots of parenting articles, blogs, and news items here on the interweb. Its like being pregnant again has put me at square one all over again like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day- reading again what happens each week of my pregnancy on the same website I read 3 years ago, wondering again about vaccines and all the new studies one way or the other, routine hospital procedures, and wondering what I want to wear when I give birth!- apparently you don't have to wear that hospital gown! you can wear something cuter- and I've spent waaay too much time surfing around looking for that perfect little black dress- that allows for skin to skin contact immediately after birth, intermittent fetal monitoring, and perhaps the perfect opening in the back for an epidural.* (Suggestions welcome I can't seem to find just what I want yet...)

But I guess I'm struck by how the same debates, the same things that confused and outraged me when Akiva was an infant, or made me laugh- are all so much completely the same, played out among just slightly younger people over and over again, similar news items, but now I've had days and days to be bombarded since I don't feel like really doing anything but sitting here in the couch.

There was a recent news article about a woman kicked out of a courtroom for breast feeding her sick baby who had an ear infection. Now I understand that breast feeding is a very loaded topic- people feel very strongly about it. Women who can't or who choose not to breast feed feel that they are made to feel like bad moms by women who are pro-breast feeders, and women who choose to breast feed are made to feel like they are doing the equivalent of taking a dump in front of everyone when they breast feed in public- (I was shocked how many replies to the story I read on Huffington Post included people equating this woman's breast feeding to someone pooping). So what is a new mom to do about this- that no matter what you do about feeling your baby, some one is probably going to try to make you feel bad.

I would love it if women could pop a bottle into their babe's mouths without those raised eye brows from the other moms at the playground- and pop a boob into a babe's mouth without someone else's raised eyebrows, what a nicer world this would be. People need to remember- you don't know why a woman is choosing to formula feed her baby, and so all that tsk-tsking you're doing inside is really based on nothing. And I have a burning question for those who are uncomfortable with a woman nursing a baby under a wrap in public. I'm asking this in all sincerity- what exactly is it about seeing a baby under a wrap close to its mother which is upsetting? Is it the idea the baby is eating? I would love some one to describe what goes within them when they see a woman with a baby who is nursing and it upsets them.

Now I also read another blog about parents judging other parents. Even though I've just laid out a plea to stop the judging, the internet has whirled me around and made me change my mind. When I hear about a child being abused, I judge and judge harshly. Like in this whole Judge John Adams video incident. When people see something happening to a child that they feel is wrong, its very hard not to look at the parent and judge. I judge this Judge, and I'm not sorry. In fact, I also judge those who don't judge this Judge, judging from support of hitting children that I have read in response to blogs about not hitting children. Being judgemental? Just now judged as just.

The internet is a wild place, full of people who in the cloak of cyber anonymity can be honest, and this honesty has been jarring to me sometimes. What do you guys think? Are you judgers? Do you follow lots of news about parenting? Do you know where I can get a great little number to wear when I give birth? Enlighten me, I'm a little all over the place after all this web surfing.

*my own opinion is that I would love to avoid an epidural, but since this birth will be a VBAC, I need to be prepared for things not going according to plan.

Its all changed since I last had a baby

And here I am sorting through closets of all of the baby things we have for Akiva that were totally unnecessary when I come across this on Huffpo. Will not be on my registry for this new baby.

Big Brother

This week Akiva has been especially loving towards his stuffed animal, Kitty. He was never particularly attached to a blanket or really any sort of stuffed animal until the last couple of months. During these last few months, Akiva got a new baby nephew, and some close friends had their baby girl, and Matt and I told Akiva that he is going to be a big brother.

Akiva is now sort of mommy-baby obsessed. He takes Kitty places he would never have taken a stuffed animal, and scrunches up his face as he hugs Kitty and in a great impression of someone doing baby talk, says things like: "look at her little chubby mouth", or "look at her little chubby paws" and often points out to me what good care he is taking of Kitty.

Akiva has had a thing for baby girls and even before we told him I am pregnant, he acted as if he had a baby sister. He would play with some toys and lay some aside "for my sister". I thought maybe it was an imaginary friend kind of thing, but then he started referring to to the baby in my belly as his sister. I tried to tell him it could be a baby brother once but he sort of looked at me like I was crazy.

And the other thing he likes to do is tell me that we are going to play babies, and then he assigns roles: I am baby Willa (our friends' daughter) and he'll be baby Ezra (his cousin) and then we lie down and stare at each other and say "ga ga goo goo" or the even funnier to Akiva "waa waa"and then Akiva starts laughing and says in a very high pitched voice: "What do you need little baby Willa?" Actually, more often than not HE is baby Willa and I am baby Ezra. He finds great delight in how small babies are and I guess maybe this is just a universal truth about animals: we all find smaller versions sweet. Akiva has the added twist of finding them funny, too.

This image cracked Akiva up today as I asked him if he wanted to see what the baby looked like:

He thought it was hysterical. He also likes to make nonsense noises at my stomach and ask "is my little sister laughing in your belly?" I'm glad he finds the whole becoming a big brother thing so funny.

So we'll see what the next few months bring. My mother told me that on at least one occasion my older brother (about 2 1/2 at the time like Akiva) punched her in the stomach when she was pregnant with me. I'm not blaming my mom for not protecting me by somehow making the whole new baby thing a laugh riot for my brother- I honestly don't know how Akiva will be feeling when it really sinks in that he is going to have to share us... but for now I'll take his adorable mommy baby games and how he declared in his tiny high pitched voice before bed tonight that "I love my little sister and I can't WAIT for her to be born!"

I love being a parent! Right?

I fly on airplanes just about every week, and if I forget a book or a DVD I want to watch I often end up buying magazines to read. I love Scientific American- (a dream role one day would be a scientist who gets to wear fantastic clothes and lives in Hawaii)- and so I picked up an issue a month or two ago and read a depressing article about parenting.

The gist was, that parents sort of falsely inflate how wonderful it is to be a parent. If I’m remembering it, the more parents were informed of the financial toll of raising a child to the age of 18, the more they expressed the emotional satisfaction they got from being a parent. It was implied that in our current culture, where children really provide no real economic help to their parents as they had generations ago, there is really no benefit to having kids at all except for whatever emotional satisfaction loving your kids brings. And that parents don’t really have the huge emotional rewards they claim. Until they are confronted with the massive bill. Then comes all the professing of what a joy it is to be a mom or dad in an attempt to make yourself feel better about the huge amount of money sucked from your bank account annually by those kids.

As I read the article I also started to panic… what am I doing? Yikes!Was having a child just total financial suicide and I don’t even really like it? I suppose I am very persuaded by things I read, but immediately upon sliding the magazine into my seat back pocket and looking out the window into the fluffy clouds, I knew this article was kind of crazy. As a baby cried in the seat behind me, (as a former frequent-with-baby flier I am now immune to being bothered by infants crying on planes) I thought the whole article was nuts- who designed that study anyways?

I have to admit your 20’s are hard. Mine were crazy and fun and lonely and exciting, and I have some really unique adventures and people and places in my memories that are just so delightful to me that that was my life. I had probably way more freedom than most people being a mostly waiting around for work actress. Most of my days were entirely my own, to do what I pleased when I wanted in fun cities like New York or Los Angeles, and I think I had the mentality of a 24 year old until I was at least 30. Seems ideal? It was hard.Floating around with a desire for purpose, with jobs that came and finished and gave me purpose and challenges, in spurts- but striving for more of it, and striving is exhausting too, it’s draining and confusing and I questioned how fickle, mentally abusive, and bizarre my career was and if I was really cut out for a life this…. hard.

And then my 30’s just seem so much more full of joy, even though I have so much less of the things I thought people wanted. Especially as a woman. Less freedom, less smooth skin, less impromptu travel, less ability to be “up and coming”, less attention at a party, less tolerance for public transportation, ... less time. I spent time in my 20’s panicking that one day I would be in my 30’s. I was that person. And now that I am here, and now that I have found my family, I can honestly say being a mom is hands down the most rewarding, satisfying thing I could have ever imagined out of life. I often joke with my manager about the kinds of directors I want to work with, or roles I’d like and I say things like “I’d work for free!” (Downton Abbey?) or even the ridiculous “I’d pay them!” (um...maybe not quite) but the reality is, that’s what being Akiva’s mom is. It’s a role where I guess I’m paying them* to do it because I love it so much.

So honestly, I am so gooey doe-y eyed in love with my son I really think Scientific American is overlooking some key parent bonding psychological studies that must be out there... It’s a feeling so pure and awesome that if I knew it existed and never became a mother, it would have been the greatest regret of my life not to experience it. I am so proud of myself for taking on the challenges of parenting and improving in the ways I want to improve…and so blown away by watching the miracle unfold of a person creating himself. I really love this job.

I do think most parents really and truly feel this way. I think nature designed us to get an intense satisfaction from parenting, and it’s not some psychological trick we play on ourselves. What do you think? You think maybe this post is a reaction to reading about how much college tuition is going to be in 2026?

*right now thats any company that manufactures toy trains or books about trains

There will be more!

Clearly it has been a very long time since there has been a post on this blog. I have been a little busy recently, but want to post and there's no time! There will be more soon. I promise.

Happy (weird and wonderful) New Year

When I was a child, anybody over 30 years old was waaay old, and any date past 2010 just felt like... it would have to happen in an other dimension or something. I could imagine the millenium- 2000, and I knew that some years would follow that, but in my childhood mind, only about 10 years seemed to actually exist past the millenium. And now here we are, 2011. And I have to say it's pretty strange already, no? I just read about birds and fish dying by the thousands in Sweden, England, Kentucky, Maryland, Brazil, and New Zealand, and if any part of the Mayan calender ending in 2012 seems creepy to you, this must play into those doomsday fantasies. Especially being a mom now, for some reason I can't help being extra special deeply worried by things like this.

But then right along side those worrying reports I found this one:

Baby white lion cub triplets born in Argentina! Lots of death, but lots of new life. Happy weird wonderful 2011.