Posted 12-19-2013 at 01:34 PM by angelaw
Before you even think it, yes, I have tasted my own breast milk. I have never been brave enough to try that of a friend or one of my sisters, but I have tried my own. It took me three different milk producing times to finally do it, but I did and it wasn’t bad at all.
I have heard several descriptions of what human milk tastes like.
“It tastes like cereal milk. You know, when you’ve just eaten a bowl of cereal and are drinking the milk left in the bottom of the bowl?”
“There’s a hint of vanilla and honey.”
“It kind of reminds me of almond milk, but a little sweeter.”
I can’t really say that I have any description that is any better than the ones above. I do know that when I was pumping for the twins, I was eating quite a number of Whoppers candies/malted milk balls (because I had heard that malt was somehow supposed to increase milk supply and I needed all the help I could get to produce enough for twins) and my milk smelled ultra sweet, almost like icing. But, it wasn’t until after the birth of my youngest son that I finally tried my own milk.
Hubby loved it! He was always asking for some, either pumped, or from
The very first stash I put together for my newborn daughter consisted of a couple dozen prefolds, 7 or 8 PUL covers, and a dozen Alva pocket diapers with microfiber inserts. This stash worked perfectly for the first couple of months (I realize, in retrospect!). She outgrew her prefolds and I found myself reaching for, and buying, pockets more and more. They were cute. They were colorful. They were “stay dry” which apparently was A Good Thing According to the Internet, especially at night. They were cheap. I could pre-stuff them as they came out of the wash, so at changing times I just had to slap them on.
Now, at this time I was using a laundromat to do our laundry. This meant I couldn’t wash diapers more frequently than every three to four days or so. To ensure I had enough diapers between washes, I kept buying more, until we were drowning in pockets. We had close to 70, plus a few more prefolds, covers, and a couple all in ones sitting around as well. But pockets made up the bulk of our stash, causing our tiny one bedroom apartment to start resembling a cloth diaper store, and we used them all the time.
I used to think this was a large stash. Ha.
My daughter’s pee habits changed as got older, as all kid’s do. Bamboo was becoming the rage so I bought a whole forest’s worth of bamboo inserts and a few bamboo-inner pockets, buying into the promise of thinner but increased absorbency. We still had dozens of microfiber inserts. I never got a final count on how many diapers we owned but it was a ton.
One horrible day I pulled a load of diapers out of the dryer and returned to our apartment to sort and stuff. A weird smell emanated from the bag and I made the mistake of pulling a bamboo insert close to my face and inhaling deeply. I will note here that if you ever want to kill someone in a stealthy, untraceable fashion, make them smell an unclean diaper. It was official: we had THE DREADED STINK.
Because of using a laundromat, I could not attempt a fancy ten-step washing routine like some people manage. Plus, I’m lazy. I tried using more detergent, I tried using less detergent. I tried stripping in my dishwasher, which is a huge fire hazard and not recommended. I even handwashed for a while, which helped, but was unable to keep it up once I became pregnant again.
Our microfiber inserts began to smell of death soon as well. It wasn’t as bad as the bamboo—to this day I’m not sure why the bamboo was the worst—but I began freaking out. We couldn’t keep diapering our child with super stinky diapers.
Sadly, cloth diapers do die over time. I have only had a few that I had to throw out and it was sad day when it happened. Diapers can die for a number of reasons, including improper use, normal wear and tear and sometimes for reasons beyond our knowledge.
The first diaper I had meet an untimely death was at the hands or paws of my mom’s dog. I had been shopping with my mom all day and one of the diapers I changed in the car did not make it into my wet bag. When we got back to her house, I left my van door open while we brought stuff into her house. I went back out and shut it, I did not notice that the dog had grabbed the diaper. We went back outside a little while later to let the kids play and I found it in shreds. I was really mad at the dog for a long time, my mom offered to buy her a cute new diaper so that made it a little better.
We have had a few other diapers die but they died from normal wear and tear. I was really sad when my atds stated falling apart. They were such a great diaper for overnight use. I kept using them until the holes just got to big and I had to let them go.
My sister also cloth diapers and she had a diaper meet an untimely death at the hands of her husband. He threw a dirty diaper into a plastic sack and some how that sack fell behind a dresser. We are not even sure how long it sat there ( we were shocked it did not make the whole room smell ) but when it was found, the diaper was beyond saving. It had molded and you would not believe the smell when the bag was opened.
Perhaps you want to cloth diaper, but you are on a very strict budget. Perhaps you had cloth diapers but your dryer exploded and burned them all and you can’t afford to replace them all right now. Perhaps you have just started researching cloth diapers but the hardcore cloth diapering fanatics who spend $80 on one diaper cover or stay up all night waiting for a chance to bid on a hyena or something totally scare you off. You are in luck. You do not have to buy a single cloth diaper, ever, if you want, but you can still cloth diaper anyway.
Your kitchen drawer: an untapped source of potential cloth diapers. Even more so when you ignore the popsicle stick on the ground.
“You are one of those crazy fanatics scaring me off,” you might be thinking right now and I cannot, in full conscience, deny the “crazy” part, but I am serious. Our distant ancestors would think we were speaking in tongues if we ever uttered the words “bumGenius” or “Fuzzibunz” in their presence. There was no such thing as an all-in-one or fitted. When I was visiting my grandmother last summer, she came outside while I was hanging a bunch of diapers on a drying line and said, “Oh! Everything is so modern. We did not have this newfangled diaper when I was growing up.” Naturally, I thought that she was referring to my pocket diapers, but to my surprise she leaned over and picked up a prefold! So clearly, before the advent of disposables and modern cloth diaper designs, people managed to diaper their kids with what they had on hand. That means we still can as well.
One of the first things you will find out when you start buying cloth, is that you have a lot of choices. You can get diapers in every color and more prints then you could imagine.
I had a boy and a girl in diapers when I first started my cloth journey. At the time, I had a very limited budget so I was looking mostly for diapers that I would use on both of them. For this reason I bought mostly solid colors that would be considered gender neutral. I did splurge and buy a few diapers for my girl in cute girl prints since she was younger and would be using the diapers longer then my son.
As time went on and I got pregnant with my third child, I started buying small diapers before I knew my babies gender. Again, I stuck with diapers that I knew I would use for either gender. I bought a large lot of atd aios because they were white and they were great diapers, I bought some solid colored nana bottoms and then I waited until I knew what I was having. I wanted the rest of my stash to be for a certain gender. After finding out I was having another girl, I bought a lot of cute pink diapers and several adorable prints.
My fourth child was the first one I cloth diapered from birth, the first two were 21 months and six months when I started. my third I started in smalls which did not fit her for six weeks. With my fourth I wanted the newborn cloth experience, I started buying newborn diapers when I got pregnant and I bought mostly gender neutral to begin with. I added several girly ones after finding out her gender but a large portion of my stash was gender neutral colors.
I like crafty things. Even better, I like an excuse to buy crafty things. So the last time I was ordering from KAM Snaps, I noticed that they now have do-it-yourself fabric covered button kits and, oh hey, they randomly ended up in my shopping cart along with the snaps I actually needed. I immediately tried them out as soon as my daughter went to bed, and was shocked at how absolutely FAST you can make these—less than a minute per button, and you can use them in a million different ways. The equipment to make these is tiny, and your local fabric or craft store probably has button making kits as well.
- Fabric scraps—this is a great way to use up small scraps that are sitting around taking up space, not that I know this from experience or anything…
- Buttons and button making kit—you should have a round button front, a button back, a small, flexible plastic “bowl” and something similar to a plastic thimble in your kit.
- Scissors—for cutting things
I have been a breastfeeding mother for a total of seventy five months, split up between four children. I am currently pregnant with my fifth child and plan to nurse this baby for at least eighteen months. Three of those months I tandem nursed my first two children. I have breastfed while pregnant, through a miscarriage that ended in a d&c, with a cover ( did not last long ), without a cover, working out of the home, in public, in church and pretty much everywhere you can think of.
Overall, my breastfeeding experience has been a good one. I had very little problems when it came to breastfeeding. I have dealt with thrush and mastitis but those are the only two health issues I have had.
My mom makes awesome lasagna. Despite the fact that I have been out of my parents house for over 15 years now, and married for almost 12, I have never before attempted to make it. It intimidated me. It is one of those things that is so good at home, in it’s original environment, that it’s hard to imagine that any other version could do justice to the original. Well, after watching Garfield for several weeks now, I got a craving for lasagna so I decided to try it. I first called my mom for the recipe and she emailed it to me. I made sure to list all the ingredients on my grocery list and made sure to plan to make it on a day when I would have the time, because like most good meals, it can take longer than a half hour to make.
This recipe is not sized up for feeding a large group, however, it does use a 9X13 pan and is very filling. There are 6 in my family, although 2 do not eat full sized portions yet. My family can easily get 2 dinners out of one pan of this lasagna, especially when paired with a salad. If you are feeding a smaller family, you might be able to get even more meals out of this one recipe. In addition to the pan of lasagna, there is a lot of leftover sauce and other ingredients. So after the lasagna is put together the leftover ingredients are used to make a second dish for a third meal.
1lb of lasagna noodles, cooked, drained and rinsed
1 small onion, chopped
1 clove of garlic, minced
3 Tbsp. olive oil
1/2 lb each of ground beef and ground sausage
1 28oz can of diced Italian tomatoes
3 6oz cans of Italian tomato paste
2 cups of water
Posted 11-27-2013 at 08:06 AM by yoliyoda
It’s been awhile since I’ve had the effort and energy to doll myself up–hair, nails, and makeup. However, now it has been almost 4 months and now I’m getting back into the swing of things. But, some beauty routines simply have to change to adapt to my little one. While I had already thought that my large hoop earring would have to be shelved until further notice, there was another aspect of my beauty routine that I hadn’t thought of changing until recently: my nail polish.
Like many breastfeeding mamas, at times I find it necessary to stick my index finger between my little one’s gums, into his mouth, to break his suction on my nipple. Until recently I had only thought of my hands simply needing to be clean, not toxin free. I recently did a cute style on my nails. I was admiring them when the smell of chemicals hit me. It wasn’t until the first time after that when I placed my finger in him mouth did I wonder what my polish might taste or feel like to my little man.
So just what is in nail polish anyway? Every brand has different recipes, but most include “film forming agents, resins and plasticizers, solvents, and coloring agents” (DiscoveryHealth). One of the main ingredients is nitrocellulose. Guess where else you can find this ingredient? Dynamite.
In terms of plasticizers and resins, you might find amyl and butyl stearate, castor oil, glycerol, fatty acids and acetic acids. Butyl Stearate is a known irritant. Acetic Acid can be used to treat ear infections, but hasn’t been study for use in patients under the age of 3. Glycerol can be “ taken by mouth for weight loss, improving exercise
Posted 11-26-2013 at 09:55 AM by angelaw
After I gave birth to the twins via surrogacy, the parents asked if I would pump milk and send it to them. Of course I agreed. I don’t know if I realized what a commitment it would be, but knowing that I was giving them an amazing gift kept me going strong. I pumped every three hours round the clock for 6 months, collecting approximately 60-70 ounces daily that I would freeze and then ship to them once a week. I appreciated the extra calorie burn that came with making milk and I was quickly down to well below my pre-pregnancy weight in no time!
After the six month mark, I had some issues with the parents and I had decided to stop pumping and shipping to them. However, since I was pumping so often, just stopping would have caused some extreme engorgement. I chose to continue to pump and store the milk, but to slow down significantly on how often I would pump. I was pretty much weaning myself from the pump.
By the time I was done pumping completely (around 12 months postpartum), I had built up quite a stash of milk. I had heard from a lady I worked with about moms looking online for breast milk donations for their little ones. I decided to check it out. I will admit that at the time (before Facebook and other social media sites were a big deal) I had a tough time finding moms in need of milk. I, instead, came across many men who were looking for the milk for, um… “personal reasons”. After posting an ad on one site that I had milk available, I finally started getting some emails from somewhat local moms looking for milk.