Friday, April 22, 2016

The passing of a rock legend and hometown hero

This is a non-mom-related post.  It's a Prince-related post.

The legendary Prince Rogers Nelson passed yesterday and I've been trying to get a grasp on what his passing means to me and why it hurts so personally.  Prince was not a friend of mine.  He was a celebrity.  But, unlike our typical feeling of these unreachable celebrities, Prince was our home town celebrity.  I have friends who worked for him at Paisley Park in high school.  I know former NPG band members.  He may not have been a personal friend, but he was a real person, unlike most celebrities.  He was a guy who showed up to support local musicians and local record stores.  He was a guy who invited his Minnesota family to his house so he could celebrate life through music with them at his numerous Paisley Park parties every summer.  He was a normal guy, living in his purple velvet coats and riding his bicycle around town.  He brought Minnesota Nice to the international music scene.

And, everyone who is Minnesota Nice knows and loves our own.  We are family.  When a community member is sick or passes, we are all there to help or to grieve.

Of course, Prince was a musical GENIUS.  He lived and breathed music.  He put out new albums almost every year, it seemed.  And he was constantly writing songs, some of which he just GAVE AWAY to people that he liked to help jump start their careers.  He pushed the boundaries of R&B and funk and his own style was constantly shifting in intricate ways.  Of course, the international music community is grieving over his loss.

But there's something so personal about being a Minnesotan and losing Prince.  Because of all of the people he touched, helped, supported, loved.  Because of the quiet and unintentional wonderful influence he had on the whole community.  I think I still don't quite understand my strong emotions and tears over a man I had never met personally, but I'm standing with my brothers and sisters in the Twin Cities today celebrating the life and mourning the early death of a wonderful man and a symbol of everything that I know and love.

A friend I knew in high school posted this on his Facebook yesterday, and I think it is a fantastic summary of emotion:
Minnesotans hold on to their own dearly. And when you leave, you hold on to the Minnesota part of you just as dearly. RiP. When I see the purple sunset of West Texas tonight I will think of you.

Here is perhaps the last photo taken of Prince, from last Saturday as he wore hissignature purple garb, and rode his bike, like an Average Joe, back to his home.


Image from CityPages: http://www.citypages.com/music/always-picture-prince-riding-his-bike-toward-paisley-park-photo-8224199

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Leggo your preggo

As a push to remind my 22-year-old coworker that birth control is a great idea, I began to discuss with her some of the oddities that can occur during pregnancy.

For instance, fun fact: during my last couple weeks of being preggers with Linus, I experienced Bell's Palsy on my left side of my face.  My husband called me "Stroke Face" until it cleared up about a week postpartum.  I couldn't move the left side of my face, nor could I hear out of my left ear very well.  According to UpToDate, the risk of Bell's Palsy is 3 time greater in pregnant ladies than in the normal population, so it's somewhere around 4 to 10 cases per 1,000 people.  Still rare, but definitely a thing that can happen.

Another rare and horrible thing that can happen when pregnant is that antibodies attack your nerve cells and may leave you blind if they attack your optic nerve.  Apparently that happened to the wife of someone around here.  So, she got pregnant 12 years ago and has been legally blind since then!

Another awesome thing that happened to me was that I became hypothyroid.  Just during pregnancy.  Yup.  I had to start levothyroxine the day after I went in for my first prenatal visit, and had to up the dosage sometime during the 2nd trimester.  I was exhausted all the time without the drug, and being hypothyroid is associated with a number of complications, including miscarriage.  After I gave birth, I stopped the drugs, and my thyroid function immediately turned to normal.  This isn't nearly as horrible as having stroke face nor going blind.

Of course, gestational diabetes and preeclampsia are commonplace.  I have a number of friends who had to change their diets significantly for much of their pregnancy because of these issues.  For some people, the diabetes or high blood pressure doesn't go away after you deliver!

Also, colds and allergies become the worst things in the world AND you can't really take anything for them.  I remember using my neti pot nearly every day because my sinus cavities were constantly inflamed for a long time.

Cavities. I, luckily, didn't have any issue with this.  My cousin's wife who eats all organic, vegetarian, very healthy, off-the-land, pioneer-woman sorts of meals (think nuts and twigs) ended up with a gazillion cavities when she was pregnant.  She doesn't even eat anything with sugar added to it!  Dental issues are so common, and your teeth can loosen up because of the relaxin in your body.

Rectal or uterine prolapse after delivery can occur.  That's about as disgusting as it sounds.  Literally, your rectal or uterine muscles just don't have the tone that they once did and just fall, turning inside-out.  Your rectum can droop outside of your anus and your poop can get stuck inside of your body.  Yeah.  That's a thing.  Enjoy your body, ladies.

There are a million more gross or horrible things that can happen during or after pregnancy, and every pregnancy is different.  Much of pregnancy is really disgusting -- swollen feet, acne or melasma or other skin conditions, super bad constipation, the need to pee every minute of the day, the aches and pains (oh man, my hips hurt SO bad, especially in the weeks following delivery), the exhaustion because you can't sleep because your gigantic and in pain....

So, until you're ready to put up with your body being a war-zone and until you've found someone who will actually love and support you when you are the grossest person around, take your birth control pills.


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A hungry-tired-teething-frustrated toddler-monster

Toddlers are this wonderful, crazy dense fog of emotion and it's beautiful and horrible all at the same time.

Yesterday, I picked Linus up from daycare and the daycare lady reported that he had hit a kid in the face and left a red mark.  Yes, my kid is that kid, apparently.  Now, he is a hitter.  I know this.  But, the really hard hitting only comes at certain points when he's both overly-frustrated and overly-tired and overly-hungry, or at least a combination of two of those three things.

I felt horrible.  My kid had smacked poor little Hendrix... probably with a toy, by the looks of the red mark.  Unrelated, how awesome of a name is "Hendrix?"

So, we left daycare after some apologizing, and hopped in the car and the meltdowns commenced!
Mom: Do you want a snack?
Linus:  I WANT IT!  I WANT IT!
Mom:  Can you say, "Snack, please?"
Linus:  I WANT IT!  *screams*  I WANT IT!  *more screams*
The dialog went like that for a little while until Linus was no more demanding, but instead was screaming and crying.  There comes a point when you realize your kid just needs a snack and no amount of ignoring him or demanding politeness will suffice.  So I handed over some animal crackers and a squeeze pack and he quieted down instantly...

... Until we got home.  We got out of the car and he immediately started crying again.  He wanted to be held, but didn't want to be held.  Poor kid.  I hugged him to let him know I was there for him even if he had no idea what he wanted or needed at the time.  Then I shuffled him inside to see if some dinner would help.  And, it sort of did, until the next bout of tantrums began.

Then Jon took him outside to play, and play they did.  They played outside for an hour or two, wandering around the neighborhood with the wagon.  And the second Linus got home, he started crying again.

Diaper change, PJs, and about a half of a book on the couch and he was passed out, with his head leaning on my shoulder.  I carried him up to bed and he didn't even wake up when I put him down.

Poor kid must have had some heck of a day.  Oh yeah, also, he's getting one of his 2nd molars in.  Add that to the list of perils that creates a belligerent kiddo.  Hopefully, Little Linus will have a much better Tuesday.  And, hopefully I don't get to daycare tonight to see that he's taken out more of the little kids.


Thursday, January 7, 2016

We're (not) Number One!

Some people think that a marriage comes first and parenting comes second.

I have to write about this because it's something I've seen a bit around the internet and it aggravates me every time I read anything that says something like that.

That's such a load of crap, and I think it's a horrible philosophy to have.  Despite the fact that basic evolutionary biology tells us to put our kids first so they can survive and procreate, there are a number of basic human reasons that I can think of why kids come first.

Not everyone chose to parent.  That's true.  But many of us did -- whether it was via adoption, fostering children, fertility treatments, or just because we were able to get pregnant.

We chose to start families, and by doing so, we chose to raise the next generation of humankind. That's a huge freaking responsibility.  Have you seen the news?  There are religious extremist terrorists and assholes who just go shoot up schools and shopping malls these days.  That's some effed up stuff that we are bringing out children into.

But it is our job to do our best.  It's our job to try to ensure that our kids aren't those assholes.  It's our job to teach our kids compassion and generosity and love and respect.  It's our job to make the future a better place than the now is.

So I put my kid first.  Because raising the next generation right is that important.  I can't think of anything that is more important than that, actually.

Someday my husband and I will die.  And I hope my kids live on for many, many decades after that.  And I hope they learn the morals I try to instill in them.  And I hope they propagate those morals through everything they do -- maybe through raising their own family, being active in their community, or just being wonderful to the people they encounter on a daily basis.  And hopefully those morals of kindness will get passed on and on and on and on.

So, my son comes first because my expectation is that I'm investing directly in about the next 100 years of humanity (and, indirectly, perhaps, in many centuries to come) by doing so. His actions and words will directly affect thousands of people over his lifetime if he's just some average Joe. If he's famous, that number could be millions. And, those actions and words may indirectly affect so many more people during and after his lifetime.

My relationship with my husband?  That doesn't help humanity.  That helps me.  It is a selfish cause.  And my relationship with my husband is important.  But Jonathan and I both understand that our son is #1.

Now, sometimes, in order to make our son #1 for us, we have to take time away from him.  We need to breathe, to decompress.  We need to do this parenting stuff right.  So we occasionally get a night out at dinner together.  Or sometimes my husband can go and play ultimate frisbee with some guys.  Or sometimes I can go shopping or to the gym.  Because our mental health is important in order to be the best parents we can be.

And, my relationship with my husband is important for our son to see.  We model respect and love and compassion and generosity for our son.  He needs to know that we love and respect each other, so he can cultivate those within his relationships with friends and loved ones as he grows.  So, we hold hands and embrace in front of him.  We have family snuggle time on the couch with books.  We tell each other that we love each other.  We talk about how we feel about our lives right there in front of him.... so he can see what respectful and compassionate communication looks like.

The only argument that I've heard for people saying that husbands come before children is that kids eventually leave the house.  True.  They do.  Or, at least, we hope they do!  So, I agree that you have to keep the relationship with your spouse alive.  But that's not a reason to put that ABOVE a relationship with your children.  I still see that children are #1 (that whole -- we're raising humanity, not being selfish jerks thing).  We can still make that relationship an important one.  And we can still take time away from our kids to do adult things like have margaritas and go to museums.

But, when we choose to parent, we have the responsibility to raise the next generation of good quality citizens.  That should never take the backseat to anything.

So, if you have a reason why husbands come before children that isn't "because kids leave the house", I would love to hear it.


As an addendum, and for the people who didn't choose to have children but did in some way or another:  there are a lot of you who have stepped up anyway, to help raise your children so well and help shape them into wonderful souls.  And I commend you for doing so.  Kids need great role models! The single mommas and papas that I know, especially, you have such great patience and perseverance.  And stepmoms and stepdads -- that's no joke!  You have to forge relationships out of nothing!  We're not always perfect.  But we are doing what we can to do our best with the future.


Addendum 2: There are so many people who are displaced by violence in the Middle East. I was thinking about the number of families that are fleeing their homes in Syria. While they are fleeing to start a better life for their family, when it comes down to it, their kids always come first. Watching on the news the mobs of mothers carrying their infants and toddlers, and pushing back their fears to help urge their little ones to go on a little farther shows what parenthood is.

Parenthood means being the adult and putting ourselves second so that our children's physical and emotional needs are met first and foremost. This, not only is blazing example of generosity that the children can carry with them throughout their lives, but also being the bigger person and helping to create a world of understanding for our little ones -- whether the little ones are fleeing war-torn countries or are safe in the living room of their 3000 sq ft home in the suburbs of Los Angeles.




Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Out of the park

Mom spazz mode: When your 19-month-old son seems to have decided that hitting is funny, so you scour the internet and order a bunch of books from Amazon.  Prime two-day delivery is my friend.




Despite feeling like I have a handle on the situation, I'm pretty sure that filling my toolbox was potential tools is always a great idea.  

This is my general thought with parenting.  My first rule is always to listen to my kid -- emotionally and developmentally.  What are my gut reactions to what he needs to turn a situation around?  And, when I get stuck or question my methods, my second rule is to ask my mama friends if they have any other suggestions that have worked.  Since I've done those things and my thought is that if he's hitting the Terrible Twos already, I might be in for a fun toddler-emotional roller-coaster, so perhaps I should start collecting some good resources so I know some potential ways to handle the next situation that comes up.  

Let's do this toddler thing!

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Back to school...

I have definitely not been keeping up my end of the bargain and updating the blog very often.  I constantly find little tidbits of neat mommy information, too, but I forget to log-on and share.

News in my world is that I started a job at Stanford mid-August.  We found a fantastic home daycare in Foster City where Linus learns and plays and dances every day.  It's the perfect place for him at this age.

He turned 16 months last week.  A lot of the kids at his daycare are about 2 or 2.5, which is fantastic.  He loves following them around and watching them play.  There are also a lot of boys, which is great for Linus because he's a rough and tumble kind of kid.  He's really physical, climbing on everything.

One of my co-workers has a nanny for her little 4-month-old.  We were chatting and I was realizing that having a nanny or a tiny daycare is really the way to go when you have a baby.  When Linus was tiny, we had him at a very small daycare.  When he started, there was only one other baby in the infant room, so he had a ton of individual attention.  He needed that at 4 months.  He needed to be carried around and hugged and nurtured.

When he started moving around the world, first crawling and then walking, he quickly became interested in how to conquer the next physical advancements.  He started watching other kids a lot to see what they did, and then he started to try those things.  When he turned a year, especially, I realized that he needed to be around other kids.  This was problematic when we were a one-income family in the Bay Area, because we didn't have a lot of money to throw around at toddler activities.  We went to the local libraries for baby story times on a regular basis, and we went to mommy-baby yoga and pilates classes (thank you, Groupon!).  But these weren't really the right places for him to explore his physicality.

This was around the time when I realized it was time for me to head back to work so I could get the adult interaction I desperately craved, and he could get the kid interaction that he needed.  In June, I interviewed for and accepted this position at Stanford Med, which I started in August.  We spent July looking for the right fit of a daycare, and found it rather quickly.

Linus started daycare half-time the week before I started work.  And he thrived.  He was so ready.  The first day I brought him in, he just let go and sailed into the crowd of faces and toys.  For a couple days after that, he remembered that I was leaving, so he was clingy and sad, but it took him no time after my departure for him to be smiling and happy again.  We arranged it so that my husband would drop him off in the mornings and I would pick Linus up in the afternoons when I started work.  At the end of Linus' first full-time week at daycare, he was pushing my husband away and running into daycare to go play with the kids when he got dropped off.

He was ready.  And I'm so grateful that I've found a great opportunity that I was ready for.

I'm working for a brilliant, optimistic, supportive, fantastic orthopaedic surgeon as a biostatistician.  It's really more of an epidemiologist position, which I am glad about.  While I'm not working in epigenomics, which I do miss, I've found a boss who wants me to push myself in the ways that I want to be pushed.  She wants me to find myself and make a career as I want it, and she's willing to give me the tools and resources I need to get the job done.  It's going well so far!


Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Kitchen helper

My friends have a marvelous device that is basically a glorified stool. It allows their toddler daughter to reach the kitchen counter and help with meal prep, but keeps her safe from falling by being enclosed. Of course,  I wanted one. There are a few different brands of them, and they're all about $200 brand new. Yikes.

I don't want one $200 worth of badly.  So I've been checking Craigslist randomly for the last few months. And yesterday one was finally listed. So I jumped on it and now I have one.

I got it home and put Linus on it. It's the perfect height,  and the platform adjusts so he's even allowed to grow.  

Of course,  within 5 minutes of being on it, he realized it's the perfect construct for him to climb atop the kitchen counter. The shapes on its sides are perfect footholds. Nooooo!