tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20964561593991130412024-02-11T05:50:23.514+08:00Made By BeesJessica McLeod writes about art, comics, style, television, craft, and other stuff.Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.comBlogger162125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-58185531189299248342015-05-12T15:16:00.000+08:002015-05-12T15:16:53.455+08:00things the child is not at all interested in, at two years and three months<br />
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<li>Holding hands</li>
<li>Staying on the path</li>
<li>Other children</li>
<li>Gentle touch</li>
<li>Hearing mummy or daddy sing</li>
<li>Using hygiene to prevent passing on respiratory viruses</li>
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Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-77608297665361086442015-05-12T14:56:00.000+08:002015-05-12T14:56:35.926+08:00the child's interests, at two years and three months<br />
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<li>Muppets</li>
<li>Vehicles </li>
<li>The alphabet</li>
<li>Trains </li>
<li>Whales</li>
<li>Houses</li>
<li>Tunnels</li>
<li>Lotion</li>
<li>Insects</li>
<li>Sticks</li>
<li>Bark</li>
<li>Water</li>
<li>Fish</li>
<li>Beads</li>
<li>Stickers</li>
<li>Dinosaurs</li>
<li>Books</li>
<li>Climbing</li>
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Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-7037680850760440712014-07-22T07:29:00.001+08:002014-07-22T07:29:56.592+08:00reasons my toddler has cried today1. I wouldn't give him iced coffee<div>2. I would let him put him hand in his cup of milk</div><div>3. The Play School presenters sang a song about lizards</div><div>4. The clock came up on Play School (twice) (yes he is watching a DVD, call the baby police)</div><div>5. The Play School presenter made a giant biscuit in the shape of a dog</div><div>6. I left the room briefly</div><div><br></div><div>It is 7:30 am.</div>Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-13266935452565811392014-03-26T15:22:00.001+08:002014-03-26T15:28:38.626+08:00'austenland' and sexual assault as comedic plot device<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I watched <i>Austenland</i> the other night. It was OK: fluffy and predictable, not exactly funny but bobbing along in that romantic comedy way. It's the lightest of light entertainment, which makes it all the more jarring that it features a sexual assault, and uses it as a plot device. (The below contains spoilers, but you should just spend an hour and a half rereading <i>Sense and Sensibility</i>.)<br />
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Jane (our heroine) is returning to the house at night and is accosted by Mr Wattlesbrook, who appears to be drunk. When she refuses his advances he forces himself on her and has to throw him to the ground to get him to stop.<br />
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The hero bursts in and consoles her (presumably the film is distinguishing Jane as self-sufficient because she doesn't need to be saved by him). Another, sympathetic male character helps Mr Wattlesbrook from the room telling him that he won't "cover up for" him any longer, suggesting both that this is part of a pattern and that covering up sexual assault is an honourable activity that good dudes do for their friends.<br />
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Jane doesn't call the police, or complain to the manager of Austenland (who is Mrs Wattlesbrook). Not because she is traumatised, but because the incident is seen within the film as trivial. OK, that pissed me off, but I'm used to that kind of shit in movies. What really got me going was the scene at the end where Jane threatens Mrs Wattlesbrook. She says she will lodge a complaint, and she's sure she's not the first woman he's assaulted. But she does this not because THIS ASSHOLE SHOULD BE STOPPED FROM SEXUALLY ASSAULTING WOMEN, but because she is angry that her romance was not manufactured as part of her holiday.<br />
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Then when she returns to the States and her hero comes to try to get back with her (speaking of rape culture: you rejected me in the UK, so I'll catch a plane, find out where you live, come to your door and insist you date me! Romance!) she tells him not to worry, she's not going to file a complaint. Oh good! She's not angry any more, she can drop that empty threat!<br />
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Not only is the sexual assault completely out of tone with the rest of the movie, it's treated like a joke and then a throw-away plot device. In short: fuck you, <i>Austenland</i>.Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-33878265587219005952014-03-19T11:31:00.001+08:002014-03-19T11:31:15.475+08:00how I night-weaned my one year old, part two<div style="text-align: center;">
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It's been three weeks since I wrote<a href="http://jessicamcleod.blogspot.com.au/2014/02/how-i-night-weaned-my-one-year-old.html"> my last baby sleep update</a>. In that time I contracted the Sore Throat of Doom, which developed into the Hacking Cough of Despair, and I stopped recording every night of sleep. To recap: <a href="http://jessicamcleod.blogspot.com.au/2014/02/sleep-part-three.html">using this method</a>, I was night weaning my baby, trying to get him to sleep through the night and go to sleep without help.<br />
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To start with: Peanut is completely weaned now, his choice. On the second night after I stopped night feeding I offered him a pre-bed feed and he just looked at me like, But we're done with this, right? Then I offered it again and he laughed at me(!) so I stopped. Since then I haven't breastfed and he's been fine with it.<br />
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Over the next week after my (painfully detailed) last update, things got better. Peanut was waking up once a night most nights. I would go in, sit by the bed and he would settle down and go back to sleep. Sometimes it would take five minutes, occasionally thirty, but he never got very upset.<br />
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Then he dropped that waking and <b>just started sleeping through the night</b>. Eleven hours, 6pm to 5am, every night.<br />
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Most nights he puts himself to sleep after a little cry. Occasionally I still have to go in and sit by the bed, but rarely for more than ten minutes. Hopefully as time goes on he won't need to have that cry before falling asleep, but it doesn't bother me. I've heard of magical babies who point to their crib when they want to go to sleep, but Peanut's motto is "rock and roll all night if possible, and also party every day unless you absolutely have to take a nap."<br />
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This was a very difficult journey, but it was worth it (ridiculous understatement) and I would strongly recommend it. I know that every baby is different, and I would never suggest that one method works for all babies, but I do think this one is worth a go if you want to try sleep training but don't want to (or aren't ready to) do cry-it-out.<br />
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Do you have any questions about it? Want to share your baby sleep horror stories?Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-67687548573536931722014-02-25T15:29:00.000+08:002014-02-25T15:29:03.396+08:00how I night-weaned my one year old<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Baby asleep in a shoe from my Tumblr, <a href="http://toosleepy.tumblr.com/">Too Sleepy </a></div>
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So this post is probably not going to be of interest to anyone not a) currently in the throes of night-weaning and b) desperate for information or at least a sense that they are not alone. But since I wrote yesterday about <a href="http://jessicamcleod.blogspot.com.au/2014/02/sleep-part-three.html">the method we are using to help Peanut sleep</a>, I thought I'd record our experience of night-weaning him in excruciating detail. <br />
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For my non-parent friends who read this because they are wonderful supportive people: night weaning is the process of stopping your child from waking up in the night to feed. Unsurprisingly, this is an extremely fraught topic, with a lot of people making wildly different claims about when and how this should happen. Six months seems to be a magic number in a lot of this advice, as the age when a baby can go through the night without a feed. I think it's absolutely pointless to pick a number and expect all babies to conform to this. I know babies who have 'slept through the night' at two months, others who needed much longer. Peanut had trouble putting weight on during his first six months and there was no way he could sleep through the night at that age. He probably could have been night weaned at ten months, but I was gearing up to go back to work and chose to wean him from day feeds (he eats solids like a champ). At eleven months I went back to work and wasn't going to add the stress of night weaning to the stress of separation. But at one year (well, one year and two weeks) it was definitely time. Getting up to feed him several times a night and then trying to have intelligent conversations with adults the next day was just too much of a strain. He wasn't feeding like he used to when he was younger, when he would latch on like he was starving and feed with all his focus until he passed out. Now he would turn around and try to grab his dad, look at me and smile, pull off and try to stand up. It was TIME.<br />
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Gosh, look at that long paragraph of justification! It is so hard not to be defensive when I talk about sleep.<br />
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At the same time as night weaning, I have been trying to help him to fall asleep on his own. I know he can do this because he used to be a champ at it, and it's definitely been getting better. I am down to using minimal intervention (go in, sit on floor, shush till he calms down [about a minute] and then sit there or lie down until he puts himself to sleep). <br />
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<b>Night One</b><br />
So, using <a href="http://jessicamcleod.blogspot.com.au/2014/02/sleep-part-three.html">the method I wrote about</a>, I decided to start night weaning on Thursday night. Peanut's sleep had been crappy for ages and I was at the end of my rope after a marathon session on Wednesday night when he was up from 10pm to 12:30am and nothing would put him to sleep, including feeding. I was feeling strong and determined, but I guess Peanut heard me talking to his father and using phrases like "end of my rope," "completely exhausted" and possibly "pack my bags and run away" because on Thursday night he slept from 6:30pm to 4am. That's NINE AND A HALF HOURS. <br />
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This strengthened my resolve, because it showed me that he could definitely sleep without feeding in the night.<br />
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<b>Night Two</b><br />
It took nearly an hour to get him to sleep tonight. He only cried for a little while but then I lay on the floor for ages while he stood up, looked at me, sat down, stared at the fan, lay down, turned over, scooted around, fell asleep, woke up, stood up, ARGH. But eventually he fell asleep.<br />
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He slept till 1am, which was great because he had been waking up at around 10 every night for his first feed. I went into his room and sat down with my earplugs in and sang softly. When he realised I wasn't going to pick him up, take him into bed and feed him, he went nuts. He screamed like he was in agony, thrashed around the crib, banged his head on the bars, and generally tried his best to break my heart and make me feel like a terrible mother. After a while he calmed down and tried to fall asleep, but he couldn't quite make it. He kept waking and crying. By 2am I was exhausted, he was wide awake and getting very upset, and I couldn't take it any more. I took him to bed and fed him.<br />
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He TOTALLY was not hungry. He fed for a minute and then tried to roll over and see what else was going on. He even managed to twist over and pat his dad on the back to try to wake him up. He was completely calm and happy now.<br />
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So once he was finished feeding, I picked him up and took him to bed. I gave him a cuddle and put him down wide awake. I thought I would be sitting up with him for another hour so I left the room to go to the toilet.<br />
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By the time I was done, he had shouted out a few times but had gone quiet. I crept back to bed, heard him turn over in his crib and babble and... go to sleep.<br />
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He slept in till SIX. This is the latest morning we had had in a long time. It was amazing.<br />
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<b>Night Three</b><br />
Peanut went down easily (I sat by his crib for less than ten minutes) but woke up at 10pm. I went in and sat down, determined not to feed him. He wasn't crying as hard as the night before, by which I mean he was just
crying like he was seeing everything he loved being destroyed as opposed
to crying like he was being fed into a garbage disposal. He lay down
and tried to go to sleep many times but kept waking up after a few
minutes and crying some more. You guys this went on for AN HOUR AND
FORTY MINUTES. There are Hitchcock films shorter than that. By the time I
finally left his room I was sore from lying on the floor. But HE WAS ASLEEP WITHOUT FEEDING.<br />
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was up at five and I let his father sleep for an hour before I went in and
woke him up, because I am a saint. (Then I went back to bed.)<br />
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<b>Night Four</b><br />
Peanut woke up at 10pm and went to sleep after just 5 minutes. He woke again at 11 and it took a bit longer, maybe half an hour. (I fell asleep on the floor). But he wasn't screaming hysterically, he was mostly sleeping but then waking up again. He then slept till 5:30am which (I can't believe I am saying this) is almost luxuriously late.<br />
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<b>Night Five </b><br />
Once again I lay on the floor for half an hour to get him to sleep, but he did it on his own (ie no singing, patting etc). Then HE SLEPT UNTIL 4. Even better, we heard him cry out once at 8:30pm (my blood froze in my veins let me tell you) but he went back to sleep on his own! This is progress!<br />
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So when he cried at 4am, I thought he was up for the day but wanted to at least try to put him back to sleep. (4am is NOT morning. It is NIGHT.) I sat down and within 5 minutes he was asleep! <br />
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To be continued...Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-5306057006337366232014-02-24T14:11:00.002+08:002014-02-24T14:22:10.679+08:00sleep, part three<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i>Disclaimer: I am writing about </i>my<i> baby's sleep, and there is
no reason to suggest that what worked for us will work for you. All of
this is my own opinion. I am not a doctor and I cannot give advice on
safe sleeping. Also I am about to go on and on about something that is
probably very boring for most people, so feel free to skip this. </i></div>
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It's taken me a while to get back to this; six months, in fact. This is partly a lack of time but partly also feeling like a fraud. How could I write about sleep when Peanut's sleep constantly changed? Looking back, I realise that his sleep was constantly changing because <i>he</i> was constantly changing. And that is one of the Terrible Secrets that the books didn't prepare me for:<br />
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<b>There is no such thing as fixing <strike>a baby's</strike> this baby's sleep. Developmental changes, life changes, illness, and teething are going to completely fuck up your best efforts. The trick is to get back on the horse and maintain good habits as best you can, and try to get back to where you were.</b></blockquote>
I say 'this baby's sleep' rather than 'a baby's sleep' because I have heard that there are magic babies who learn to sleep through the night and then do it forever. Good for their parents (may they rot in hell). <br />
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But nonetheless, in the periods when Peanut has been well and happy, he has slept well. It took an enormous amount of work, and after each slip back it takes a bit more work, but it was worth it.<br />
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So what did/do I do? <a href="http://jessicamcleod.blogspot.com.au/2013/08/i-love-sleep-why-dont-you.html">As I wrote earlier</a>, the 'no-cry' methods weren't working, and every time he started screaming I would get worried and pick him up and try to comfort him and get him to sleep. I didn't want to do cry-it-out (CIO) because I didn't think he was developmentally ready for it and I also think it wouldn't work well for his, let me say 'determined' personality (ie he would scream till he threw up, HE HAS DONE THIS BEFORE). I was getting desperate and called the <a href="http://www.ngala.com.au/">Ngala help line</a> (a wonderful resource if you live in Western Australia, and if not, their <a href="http://www.myngala.com.au/">forums</a> are very helpful too). They told me that he had outgrown the swing and needed room to roll around in his crib. Also, movement was not helping him the way it did as a newborn. I needed to put him down awake in his crib, unswaddled, so he could learn to fall asleep on his own.<br />
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I know, I said, but he screams.<br />
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Yes, they told me, this is a new way of falling asleep and he will protest and be unhappy at first. But if you can calm him doing as little as possible (patting him, singing) and then gradually do less as time goes on (soothing with voice only) he will learn.<br />
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No, he doesn't protest, I said. He SCREAMS. <br />
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And this is how I learned the second Terrible Secret that the books didn't let me in on:<br />
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<b>When parenting guides talk about fussing, or protesting, or crying, what this may mean for your child is SCREAMING LIKE YOU HAVE JUST CHOPPED OFF HIS FAVOURITE LEG.</b></blockquote>
You see, I didn't realise that when they said, 'This is a new way of going to sleep and your baby may protest the change. This will usually not last more than half an hour on the first night' what they meant was 'This change will enrage your baby, who will sit bolt upright and scream with the fury of a thousand devils for two and a half hours.'<br />
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(If your baby is like mine, may I recommend a good pair of noise-blocking earplugs? These will not only save your hearing but also allow you to feel slightly distant from the situation, which may help prevent you from dissolving into a puddle of distress.)<br />
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So apparently the current thinking, based on the 'circle of security,' is that it's okay for a baby to cry and scream as long as you're there. Peanut knew I wasn't abandoning him and that he was safe. It was okay for him to express his outrage at the new situation; he would get used to it.<br />
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And pretty soon I was able to put him down, walk out and hear him fuss and cry for thirty seconds and go to sleep.<br />
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And soon after that I was able to walk out without him crying at all.<br />
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Of course, soon after <i>that</i> he started teething, and everything went to hell for a while, but it was less difficult to get him back on track. At the moment I'm weaning him off night feeds, which is just awful, and he is teething AGAIN (how many teeth do kids really need?! He was doing fine with six). But when he finally manages to sleep through the night, it will have been worth it.<br />
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For those of you who have found this searching desperately for 'baby sleep how please god end of rope', here is a step by step guide of what I've been doing.<br />
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1. <b>Bedtime routine</b>. You know this: dim lights, soft music, soft voices, everything the same each night. Don't make feeding the last part of the routine. Our routine is bath, lotion, pyjamas, goodnight kisses, feed, book, turn off lullaby music and turn on white noise, cuddle and sing, bed.<br />
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2. Put baby down <b>sleepy but awake</b> in bed. Baby immediately sits up and begins to scream; you walk out the door. (One of the best pieces of advice I was given by Ngala was to give the baby a chance to go to sleep on his own. Some babies just need to fuss for a bit before they go to sleep. Of course it's totally up to you and if the baby gets really upset you just do what you need to do. But before they told me this would put him down, he would start crying and I would pick him up. No good!)<br />
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3. <b>Give baby a minute</b> and see if he goes to sleep by himself. After a set amount of time or when the crying starts to Get Real (your choice), you can go back in. (Pop in the earplugs first.)<br />
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4. <b>Sit down low.</b> Don't stand over the crib like you're about to pick him up. I sit on the floor so I can see him through the bars. Try not to make eye contact as this is stimulating; it's a form of communication. I close my eyes.<br />
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5. Do the<b> absolute minimum</b> you need to do to soothe him. This might be patting his bottom or stroking his head; it might be making a shushing noise like white noise, or humming. Do this till he falls asleep.<br />
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6. The next night, do the same except try to do a little <b>less</b>. The goal is to get the baby to sleep with minimum intervention. So your interventions might look like this (totally just a sample, not a suggestion; you need to play this by ear):<br />
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First three nights: back patting, singing.<br />
Next two nights: hand on back, singing.<br />
Next three nights: hand gently patting the mattress, singing.<br />
Next four nights: no contact, just singing.<br />
Next three nights: just sitting there. You can even put a quilt down on the floor and just lay down. </blockquote>
And then the magic night when you are sitting there listening to the baby half-heartedly barking and then it stops and he goes to sleep and you drink ALL THE WINE.<br />
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Does this make sense? Do you have any questions? What has worked for you?Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-37417852847593633522014-02-18T15:09:00.000+08:002014-02-18T15:09:00.149+08:00the moon and a man<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/field_museum_library/3349699278/" title="Field Columbian Museum Moon Model by The Field Museum Library, on Flickr"><img alt="Field Columbian Museum Moon Model" src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3594/3349699278_32a33b9b17_z.jpg?zz=1" height="640" width="502" /> </a></div>
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Model of the moon in the Field Columbian Museum, 1898. From the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/field_museum_library/3349699278/">Flickr Commons</a>.</div>
Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-59000432397977159522014-02-17T15:04:00.002+08:002014-02-17T15:04:44.095+08:00moreTo me, seeing Peanut start to use verbal communication ('talking' is a stretch) is one of the most exciting milestones. Like a lot of babies, 'more' is one of his first words. (Pronounced 'mmmo.') At first he just used it for food, because that's the context we used it in, but he quickly decided it was a catch-all for "I would like something specific to happen." Sometimes it means "I would like something to happen and to be honest I'm not entirely sure what it is, but why don't you go ahead and try a few things and I'll let you know if they work for me." I thought that being able to communicate in this way would make life easier for him, but it seems to be making him a bit more frustrated. Like, "I'm telling you what I want! I'm saying MORE and pointing vaguely towards the window or possibly the yoghurt lid or is that a knife? Okay that is definitely what I want MORE of, why are you NOT GIVING IT TO ME."Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-19573053824191318022014-02-17T15:02:00.000+08:002014-02-17T15:02:37.675+08:00girl with camel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I should rename this blog 'Small Girls with Ungulates.'Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-87624263645381451472014-02-13T09:49:00.002+08:002014-02-13T09:49:40.960+08:00one year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's really hard to write something on your baby's first birthday that isn't a cliche. But all those phrases about time and change and strangeness are true. No matter how expected they are when other people express them, they're still stunning and weighty when you experience them yourself.<br />
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Measurements of time are powerful symbols, and today I'm thinking of the hot February day (it was so hot, my darling! And I was so huge) walking up and down the halls of the hospital, around the grounds, waddling into the little op shop there and buying a Hawaiian shirt you still don't fit into, trying to inspire you to start moving out.<br />
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On this day a year ago you weren't in the world. You were in another universe, inside me. You weren't in the world and then suddenly you were, and you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.</div>
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Parenting was so much easier in the old days.<br />
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I have so many images saved to my hard drive that I thought I might start sharing a few on my blog. I haven't had any luck finding the photographer or the source for this beautiful photo of a Mongolian girl and her baby goat, so I apologise. One time I fed goats at a farm/petting zoo and they were <i>very aggressive</i> and I got scared and I climbed on a rock and they followed me and climbed up too because they are <i>goats</i> and I was holding the feed above my head because I was scared that they would bite my hand and they were jumping up and my husband had to save me by taking the feed off me and distracting them while I ran away (I was on my honeymoon and I was twenty-nine years old). Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-34724010480249058432014-01-28T11:23:00.000+08:002014-01-28T11:23:27.900+08:00back to work<div style="text-align: center;">
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I've gone back to work for three days a week. I had an entire year of maternity leave, and even though it was the shortest year of my life, it feels like forever since I've sat at a desk. The first week it felt like I was doing some strange new exercise, sitting and typing instead of the usual laying on the floor/crawling on hands and knees/carrying a ten-kilo baby on my hip while I try to fill a kettle. Also I can wear jewellery, as temptingly shiny and dangly as I like, and there is no-one to try to pull it off or eat it! Three days is an excellent number of days to work. It's enough for me to feel grateful that I get the rest of the week with Peanut, and the four days with him is juuust enough to make me feel grateful to go to work.<br />
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He loves buses and blueberries and balls and books and probably also things that don't start with B but I can't think of them right now. If you say "Cheeky grin!" he gurns manically and shows you all six teeth. If he enters a room with a fan, he will spot it immediately and let you know it is off and probably needs to be turned on. He is affectionate and he loves seeing photos of himself and when his father or I walk into the room he smiles like he hasn't seen us for days. Looking at this photo and thinking about him is making me miss him and want to scoop him up and kiss him. I keep thinking, I don't want him to get any older! But then he does and he's even more beautiful and interesting and fun. It's tiring feeling so many different things at once.</div>
<br />Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-61222024896785014092013-12-13T15:38:00.001+08:002013-12-13T15:38:00.376+08:00good reasons to have a baby1. You're wondering how dirty your floors <i>really</i> are. I mean, they're pretty clean, right? (No)<div>2. Your social life is too taxing and you can't think of a good excuse to not attend anything ever again.</div><div>3. You want to see if these antidepressants are really working.</div><div>4. You want someone to appreciate your singing voice.</div><div>5. Your stomach is too flat.</div><div>6. You think burps and farts are really funny.</div><div>7. You always order too much food and need someone to help you eat it, or at least throw it on the floor.</div><div>8. You're researching the impact of sleep deprivation on basic motor skills.</div><div>9. You fucking <i>love</i> doing laundry.</div><div>10. You may need to harvest healthy, compatible organs in the future.</div>Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-24949843370907131152013-10-25T12:48:00.001+08:002013-10-25T12:50:15.059+08:00socks and shoes<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dkNncA1_XVA/Umn4gkYBcFI/AAAAAAAABQ8/Gu6YMZc6lSo/s640/blogger-image--708356662.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dkNncA1_XVA/Umn4gkYBcFI/AAAAAAAABQ8/Gu6YMZc6lSo/s640/blogger-image--708356662.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Shoes by Asos, socks by Richer Poorer, tiny hand coming to grab the tassels by Peanut.</div>Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-84642297232881147072013-09-24T17:13:00.001+08:002013-09-24T17:13:34.229+08:00a poem about my dayPushing the pram against the wind,<div>the wind pushes back</div><div>and presses an insect against my chest</div><div>like a tiny brooch.</div>Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-45932938349103899672013-09-21T11:52:00.000+08:002013-09-21T16:55:56.985+08:00spring<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br>The mulberry tree in our front garden is fruiting and the birds and I are racing to get the ripe fruit first. If you've never tasted mulberries, they have a subtle sweet flavour that makes me think of greenness and growing. The taste is evocative for me; my great-aunt and -uncle had a mulberry tree in their huge (in my memory, at least) back yard. I have a clear memory of standing in the bathroom in front of the mirror, crushing mulberries in my mouth so that the juice ran down my chin, so I could see what I'd look like as a vampire. Clearly Peanut would be a very messy vampire.Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-65636470533284877232013-09-14T18:32:00.000+08:002013-09-14T18:32:33.066+08:00this baby is finally paying offI love vintage Fisher Price toys. The Chatter Telephone, the little people: classic, adorable design. Sometimes I get lost in an eBay hole looking them up, but they can get really expensive. When Grug emailed me to let me know that Fisher Price have <a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=900000&e=storethumb&pcat=fps_infant_classictoys">rereleased some of their classic toys</a> from the 1960s and 70s, my first thought was, "I'm so glad I have a baby right now so I can pretend I'm buying these for him!"<br />
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The record player and the TV are adorable, but I restricted myself to the two that I think will get the most play, not the ones that would look best on my shelves. I cannot live without this <a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=900002&e=storeproduct&pid=67541&section=inf_classictoys">milk wagon</a>, and I think the sorting and removing and replacing will be fun for Peanut:<br />
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We're going to give them for him for Christmas, which seems fitting as neither the toys nor the holiday are really for him at this age, they're all about us pretending they're for him.<br />
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My mum also found him an old <a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=900002&e=storeproduct&pid=67540&section=inf_classictoys">Chatter Telephone</a> which he likes, although he would have absolutely no idea what it is. I love the idea of babies playing with toy versions of completely obsolete technology. Someone less lazy should write an essay about it.Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-82691067178580187892013-08-27T10:46:00.000+08:002013-08-27T10:46:53.839+08:00levelling upI just realised that for the past six months I have been playing an RPG.<br />
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When you have a baby, you start with a very uneven character. Evolution has put all his points into charisma, and you have to start from scratch with everything else. Instead of wandering the deserts and forests looking for minor baddies to fight, you have tummy time and reading and singing. Like working on your RPG character, it's often boring but oddly compelling. And when he levels up - the first time he reaches for a toy, or turns the page of a book, or smiles - you feel an immense sense of accomplishment and excitement. And then it's back to the deserts and forests to work some more. But as his strength and dexterity and intelligence meters go up, the game gets more and more fun and interesting.Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-59848718087640805652013-08-05T16:46:00.002+08:002013-08-05T17:05:19.274+08:00i love sleep. why don't you?<br />
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<i>Disclaimer: I am writing about </i>my<i> baby's sleep, and there is no reason to suggest that what worked for us will work for you. All of this is my own opinion. I am not a doctor and I cannot give advice on safe sleeping. Also I am about to go on and on about something that is probably very boring for most people, so feel free to skip this. </i><br />
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Peanut started out as a good sleeper. Apart from growth spurts, <a href="http://www.thewonderweeks.com/">Wonder Weeks</a> and the occasional baffling 3am-is-party-time incident, we were really lucky. He didn't sleep 12 hours in a row and get up and make us pancakes, but he knew the difference between night and day and usually only woke two or three times a night for feeds.<br />
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When he was a newborn I nursed him to sleep. In fact, it's impossible not to nurse a newborn to sleep; the milk just knocks them out. It's brilliant. But I kept reading that putting a baby down already asleep was going to lead to problems, when they started waking and needed the same conditions (nursing, rocking etc) to get back to sleep. Luckily, we had The Swing. Have I mentioned The Swing? Oh my god the swing. If there was one appliance we needed during the first five months of his life, it was the electric swing. I would have given away the microwave, electric kettle and possibly also the fridge if it meant keeping the swing. I <a href="http://www.troublesometots.com/how-to-get-baby-to-sleep-better-part-2/">learned about baby swings</a> from one of my favourite sleep sites, <a href="http://www.troublesometots.com/">Troublesome Tots</a>. Like most new babies, Peanut loved movement and quickly took to the swing. We could put him down in his Amby hammock if he was already asleep, but if he was awake he wasn't having it. But the swing was like a drug. It was hilarious to watch him try to fight it, like he'd been slipped a Mickey Finn, his eyes fluttering and his little fists slowly lowering. So once he was no longer a sleepy little newborn, we had a bedtime routine: shower with Dad, lotion, jammies, feed in the glider, then a little rock to wake him up, and down awake but drowsy in the swing and turn it on. Whoever was on duty would sing for a while and he would look at us and then turn his head and close his eyes. Amazing! Magic! The books were right!<br />
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Then came the day when I forgot to touch wood or throw salt over my shoulder or make a blood sacrifice to Cthulu or something and he just. stopped. sleeping.<br />
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His naps had never been brilliant but he'd always taken at least one big one (around 90 minutes) in the morning. Now the only way I could make him nap at all was to lie down in bed with him. He stopped falling asleep in the swing at night and needed to be fed to sleep and put down asleep. This was all happening at the same time as a big developmental leap (Wonder Week) which also meant that he was much more alert than he'd ever been... including alert to sneaky parents trying to put him down. Pretty soon I was feeding him to sleep in our bed so he'd be totally knocked out, then transferring him to the swing or hammock. Then I was doing this multiple times in a row until he was so exhausted he couldn't rouse himself. If he was really tired, I could sneak a dummy in and he would decide he couldn't be bothered holding out for the real thing and let me put him down.<br />
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Looking back, I can't say I regret it because I don't know how else I would have made him sleep. Before I had a baby I thought that they would get to a certain level of tiredness and just fall asleep. HA. What happens is that they get to a certain level of tiredness and will fall asleep under the right circumstances (ie you are putting them to bed right then, or they are in a moving car, etc.). If they go over that level you are FUCKED. 'Overtired' is not the same as 'very tired.' It means that the baby has passed the stage of going to sleep and has entered a hyper-awake state where he is exhausted and feels horrible but is too upset about it to calm down and go to sleep. We discovered the limits of Peanut's overtired energy when we missed his window and tried to put him to sleep from 6 to midnight. That's right, SIX HOURS. (Knowing better now, we would stop trying to put him to sleep, let him zone out with us in front of the TV, then try again. We were so young and foolish then [two months ago].)<br />
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And then the Wonder Week was over and he had learned to roll over (shit, better start babyproofing this death trap) and we breathed a sigh of relief. But... his sleep didn't improve. THE BOOKS WERE RIGHT AGAIN. He was waking every 15-25 minutes, noticing that instead of being held and rocked with a boob in his mouth, he was in a swing alone, and he was not impressed. <br />
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I read a lot of different advice during this period. (I had a lot of time in bed with my iPad, while Peanut slept fitfully beside me.) Nothing seemed particularly helpful. A lot of attachment parenting websites told me that I was the problem, not Peanut. I should continue to feed him to sleep, bring him into my bed to cosleep at night, and accept that this was his natural way to seek comfort and love. I found this unhelpful for many reasons. First of all, looking after a baby is rewarding and lovely but also bloody hard work and, frankly, often boring. He is not the kind of baby who lies happily playing with a rattle for an hour while mummy does the dishes and has lunch; he needs to be constantly interacted with and entertained. Even in the carrier strapped to my chest, I have to dance around or take him on a tour of the house like a little prince being shown around his domain. His naps and night sleep are important to me; they're the times when I can be alone, read an article, write an email or just have a coffee without singing nursery rhymes between swallows. I would also like to have some kind of relationship with my husband, which wasn't really going to be possible if I had to go to bed at 6pm. Bedsharing works well for many families, but it wasn't going to work for ours.<br />
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A lot of books and websites suggest or even state that these are not good enough reasons, and that mothers who feel this way are selfish, lazy and poor parents. Well, fuck that. I will always put my baby's health and safety first, and I do an enormous amount to make him happy, but I am a human being and I deserve to be sane and happy.<br />
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Anyway, Peanut wasn't happy and healthy. He was waking up even when I slept with him, because he would fall asleep and the breast would fall out and he would startle and cry. So he was sleeping in 20 minute bursts, and he was tired and unhappy. Babies need a lot of sleep. A huge amount of their development and growth depends on it. I knew that Peanut needed to learn to sleep on his own if he was going to be happy.<br />
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<i>What a cliffhanger! Stay tuned for the next thrilling installment!</i><br />
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he’s still crying, for goodness sake pick the poor little bugger up
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he’s still crying, for goodness sake pick the poor little bugger up
before he is overcome with stress hormones that will fry his tiny brain
and screw him up for life! - See more at:
http://www.pinkymckay.com/blog/pinky-mckays-most-frequently-asked-stupid-questions/#sthash.yi17jujp.dpuf</div>
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he’s still crying, for goodness sake pick the poor little bugger up
before he is overcome with stress hormones that will fry his tiny brain
and screw him up for life! - See more at:
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he’s still crying, for goodness sake pick the poor little bugger up
before he is overcome with stress hormones that will fry his tiny brain
and screw him up for life! - See more at:
http://www.pinkymckay.com/blog/pinky-mckays-most-frequently-asked-stupid-questions/#sthash.yi17jujp.dpuf</div>
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<i>In the Mood for Love, </i>dir. Wong Kar-wai, 2000.<br />
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I can't believe it took me so long to see this film. The storytelling is so spare and minimal, the visuals so lush and rich. Not to mention the gorgeous clothes! Stunning.Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-11310624487669851342013-07-19T10:44:00.000+08:002013-07-19T10:44:50.969+08:00sleep<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When you have a baby, everyone will ask you, "How is he sleeping?" They are all secretly hoping you will say "Terribly" and make them feel better about their own baby, or smug about the fact that they don't have a baby.<br />
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I was so nervous about sleep. I have never been one of those people who could stay up late. Or get up early. Eight hours? I'll take nine, please. Do you have ten? But what no one tells you is that having a baby isn't the start of poor sleep; pregnany is the start. I haven't slept through the night since I first got pregnant and hormones made me get up and pee twice a night even though there was plenty of room for my bladder. By the end of pregnancy your sleep has gone to shit and every time someone says "Sleep now, you won't be able to later!" you want to stab them in the head with a fork. Still, having a newborn who needs to feed every three hours (and takes about an hour to feed) is a shock to the system.<br />
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We've actually been pretty lucky with Peanut's sleep. (If you have a baby, please don't stab me in the head with a fork.) He had night and day sorted out pretty early on, and slept a lot as a newborn. But about two months ago he started going through a Wonder Week which lasted 5 weeks (false advertising!) and his sleep was terrible. He stopped being able to go to sleep on his own and his naps, never long at the best of times, shrank to 20-30 minutes three or four times a day. This meant he was exhausted by the end of the day and cranky for most of it.<br />
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We're slowly sorting it out now. I'm hesitant to write about sleep because it's such a contentious issue. Anyone who has read about sleep, particularly on the Internet, knows that whatever you do will irreparably damage your child according to SOMEONE. Co-sleeping? Enjoy your neurotic, clingy child who can't become independent, that is if you don't roll over and SMOTHER him which you almost certainly will. Oh, you're sleep training? That's good if you're into BABY TORTURE. I prefer not to give my baby PERMANENT BRAIN DAMAGE from TRAUMA, but that's just me.<br />
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But I do want to share what I've been going through and what I've learned, so I'm going to go ahead. <br />
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It's amazing how quickly you move on and forget what things were like before. Reading my last post brought back the despair and worry and made me realise how much happier we are. When I posted a link to my blog on Facebook, a friend suggested that Peanut might have <a href="http://www.reflux.org.au/what-is-silent-reflux/">silent reflux</a>. When we read the symptoms, they really stood out as some of his weird behaviour: the fact that he never really threw up, his little cough, the way his breathing sometimes sounded rattley, and most of all the way he cried and arched away when I tried to nurse him. After being told it was "just colic" and perfectly normal by several health professionals, we presented the doctor with our suspicions and got a prescription. About a week later, we had a much happier baby. He started rapidly putting on weight (he had slowed down because of his dislike of nursing) and his poop stopped being green (from his nursing behaviour - he was only getting the foremilk and not enough of the hind milk). Best of all, we stopped having the days where he would just scream inconsolably for hours.<br />
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Having a baby, and in particular being the primary carer, is incredibly hard. I love Peanut so, so much and I can't imagine life without him, but I know that as time passes I'll remember this period fondly and forget the terrible stuff. Being alone in the house with a baby who can't stop screaming or let you know what's wrong is a dark experience.<br />
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But he's four and a half months old and he smiles at me when he wakes up and sees my face and he rolls over and looks confused about how it happened and he reaches out to touch the things that interest him and it's all so mundane and it's the most amazing and exciting thing.Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096456159399113041.post-38756579614041525202013-05-01T20:10:00.004+08:002013-05-01T20:10:56.541+08:00colicColic is weird. When you have a baby you hear a lot about colic. "Does he have colic?" other parents will ask you in the same hushed tones you would ask, "Is it malignant?"<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I have photos of him crying, but I find them kind of upsetting <span style="font-size: x-small;">so here's a grumpy one. His dad i<span style="font-size: x-small;">s keeping the dummy in his mouth because when he gets upset he spits it <span style="font-size: x-small;">out<span style="font-size: x-small;"> and then cries because it's not in his mouth any more.</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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In adults (footnote: I often accidentally say 'humans' when I mean adults, I think that is very telling [second footnote: I hate having footnotes at the end of an article because then you have to keep scrolling up and down, I saw a website the other day that had footnotes on the side and I thought it was rad]) colic is a Real Thing; it means 'severe abdominal pain caused by spasm, obstruction, or distention of any of the hollow viscera, such as the intestines.'<br />
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In babies, it means 'your baby sure does cry a lot and it seems to be related to his farts but we can't really find anything wrong and also maybe he stops crying when you drive around in the car which is weird if it's because of pain but have this medical-sounding term anyway.'<br />
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Babies are said to have colic if they cry for more than three hours, three days a week, for three weeks. This seems awfully pat to me, but that's OK because it's a made-up disease.<br />
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Colic is the worst. There is pretty much nothing you can do about it (although you can find endless suggestions on forums) and the only advice you will get is "He'll grow out of it."<br />
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I don't know if Peanut's screaming fits into the definition of colic because I haven't timed his screams and I don't really care, but he seems to be getting more screamy rather than less over time. Babies are supposed to peak in their crying around 6 weeks and then gradually improve until they are perfect angels at 12 weeks. I think Peanut is just screaming more because he's awake more; he's gaining weight and is perfectly healthy. But I do think his guts give him trouble; sometimes he screams like he's being tortured while he lets out a string of farts.<br />
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(Another sidenote: when you read about 'crying' babies, you get an image of weeping, mewling infants. This is very misleading.)<br />
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Anyway, there has been <a href="http://www.webmd.com/parenting/baby/news/20100816/probiotics-may-reduce-crying-from-colic">a very interesting study</a> done in Italy (double blind, control group etc) on the use of probiotics given to colicky babies. I have asked my doctor and child health nurse about probiotics but was told that as I am breastfeeding, this was unnecessary. However, the study at the University of Turin looked at breastfeeding mothers and showed a marked improvement in crying in the babies given probiotics. (The mothers also gave up cow's milk, but since the control group also did this, it's not necessarily significant.) It was a very small group of subjects - 27 plus 21 in the control group - but it's interesting. The Royal Children's Hospital Melbourne <a href="http://www.rch.org.au/ccch/for_researchers/Baby_Biotics/">did a larger study last year</a> but the results have not been published yet.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Lactobacillus acidophil<span style="font-size: x-small;">us. You have these bugs in you oh noooooo</span></span></div>
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Anyway, I bought some baby probiotics for Peanut and I'm taking them grown-up probiotics as well (which I suspect are exactly the same as the baby ones except packaged in capsules and cheaper). I won't be able to report on their efficacy with any reliability, because crying is a thing that babies are supposed to just grow out of. But like every parent with a crying baby, I am willing to try pretty much anything. I'll let you know how it goes.Jessica McLeodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10562092028204904567noreply@blogger.com2