Morning inner monologue

“You will make my coffee, damn you! I will have my coffee!” (To our new Keurig coffeemaker, which we’ve only had about a month.) Hmmm. I said way worse things out loud while attempting to put on a new crib sheet and after knocking some of the recycling off of the counter while my son was sleeping yesterday.

Kittymomma anniversary

October 6 marked my seventh anniversary as a kittymomma. (As for the reason it has taken me two weeks to finish this post, well, that’s another story.) I can’t believe it has been seven years since I brought my little Siamese kitten home. I remember feeling terrified to hold her the first time. I had never held an animal of any kind. However, by the time she lay stretched out on my lap later that evening as I watched 7th Heaven with a cute little kitty smile on her face, my terror was long gone. I remember thinking, “This is going to be pretty cool.”

And it definitely has been. On this blog, she has been known as Cookies and Cream (or CC), but her real name is Belle. I named her after the heroine in Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. I had been working on finding a name for her for two weeks and couldn’t come up with anything that seemed to fit her. However, I saw a commercial for the initial DVD release of the movie and it suddenly occurred to me that Belle might work. I looked at her, tried it out, and that was it. Unfortunately, since it had taken me so long to name her, she still thinks her name is “Baby.” Oh, well. They’re both “B” sounds, right?

Regardless of her name, she has been a good friend to me for seven years. She is the sweetest, best-behaved cat ever. She is responsible for awakening a love for animals that I never knew I possessed. She is also responsible for at least six other cats being adopted in to my family. (Two of which are my two boys.)

I was a 23-year-old grad student when I brought her home and now I’m a thirty-year-old wife and mom to three cats and a baby boy. Belle came to me during the most difficult period of my entire life and I give her a lot of credit for bringing me out of it and helping me to get where I am today. Thanks so much, little Belle-cat. I love you.

Free to breast-feed

My son and I finally made it to our first postnatal yoga class today. I didn’t actually end up doing much yoga because my son, like most almost-two-month-olds, needs to eat every three hours. Also, he takes about 40 minutes to  nurse. I admit, this has kept me from attending the class before, because I didn’t want to spend most of it nursing instead of doing yoga. However, the writing is on the wall. I’m not going to be able to do anything unless I am willing to feed him during some part of it. So I went, but I took a bottle of breast milk with me, since he usually bottle-feeds quicker than he nurses.

My son has taken a bottle from me several times and he usually gets at least one a day from my husband, so that I can have a break. However, he wouldn’t take it today. So, since several other women were nursing their babies, I decided to go ahead and nurse him.

At first, I felt self-conscious nursing without a cover in public. However, I soon became completely comfortable with it. In fact, I felt liberated. Before I had a child, I was fine with women breast-feeding in public, although I assumed it would be best for them to cover themselves up, to avoid catching flack from people. I thought it must be easy to just toss a cover over yourself and the baby. I was wrong. I have a nursing cover. It is very difficult to get the child in and out of the cover without exposing yourself somehow anyway. You either have to flash people or place the child under there and then fumble with your clothes, blind and one-handed. Also, it is sweltering under there (I can only imagine what it feels like for my son.) and trying to get him latched back on  five thousand times while I can’t see him makes me want to pull my hair out.

Everyone says “breast is best.” They want all of the moms to breast-feed because it is better for the babies, but most people would prefer you stay trapped in the house for three months doing it. I’m sorry, but that is just not realistic. If people are going to get judgmental about a mom not breast-feeding, then they shouldn’t be judgmental about a mom doing it in public. A mom still has to have a life while breast-feeding, especially if she has other kids and/or a job. Plus, it’s better for both mom and baby if they aren’t trapped in the house 24/7. For the first time today, I didn’t feel limited by breast-feeding. I didn’t feel trapped. I actually felt like I was breast-feeding and living at the same time. I didn’t feel like I had to drop everything to feed my child. I didn’t have to stop my life. I was sharing my life with him.

Honestly, I think most moms probably aren’t self-conscious about nursing without a cover. At least, like me, they would find out they weren’t once they tried it. I think it is other people’s attitudes that make a mom self-conscious, rather than her own feelings. It’s not what the mom or baby is doing, but other people’s thoughts about breasts that are the problem. The fact is, I had to look really closely at the moms in class today to tell if they were nursing, even without covers. They were very discreet about it. They weren’t flashing their breasts around or letting them hang out when a child wasn’t latched to them. The fact is, our society is prudish and many think of breasts purely as sexual objects. Come on, people. It’s breast-feeding, not flashing your boobs to get Mardi Gras beads. And yet, some of the same people who probably pay money for those Girls Gone Wild DVDs, give nursing mothers dirty looks in public.

Maybe cravings aren’t a myth

I have not had any cravings to speak of during my pregnancy. At least, not until the past couple of weeks. All of a sudden, my wants are much more specific (For instance, a brownie, but it has to be a brownie, not HEB Brownie Bites, and it has to be chewy and crumbly, not cakey. With no nuts or icing.) and I tend to get more frustrated if they aren’t fulfilled quickly. I had cravings earlier in pregnancy, but it was more like I was extremely susceptible to suggestion. If I didn’t get it, it wasn’t the end of the world. Now I’m at the point where I spent last week intermittently peeved with my husband, because he hadn’t caught my hints and surprised me with kolaches and a mocha from It’s a Grind. (Although I kept saying I probably shouldn’t have the coffee every time I mentioned it to him, so you can understand why he might not act on it.) Usually, I am pretty direct about asking him to get certain foodstuffs for me, but suddenly, I was irrationally hoping he would catch my hints and surprise me.

Not only am I expecting mind-reading from my husband, which I have always striven not to do, but I am finding it much more difficult to resist unhealthy cravings. I have had tater tots two days in a row. Today they were cheese tots. (Mmmm. I’d eat more right now if I could.) I am keeping my fingers crossed that these bad habits won’t carry over in to my postpartum life. I thought I left the fast food cravings behind in grad school!

decisions, decisions

Well, my husband and I have finally made some more progress on the baby to-do list. We finished purchasing the furniture, decided definitely NO (Capitals intended.) on circumcision, and decided that the baby will be ok sleeping on his own in the nursery. Every single website seems to contradict the previous one about the relative dangers of sleeping alone or with the parents, so we went with the solution that will probably provide the least amount of stress to all human and feline occupants of the house. He is probably more likely to be in danger in our room from our extremely friendly 17-pound black cat than SIDs. (No flippancy intended. I take SIDs very seriously.)

third wheel

I don’t think sex is embarrassing and I certainly don’t want to raise my son to think so. However, am I overreacting to be uncomfortable when my son raises a ruckus in utero when I’m thinking about it???

baby on the move

Most of the time I love feeling my son move, but I have to admit, the hiccups are annoying. I don’t even like it when I have hiccups, so it drives me a little bit nuts to feel him hiccuping in there and not be able to do anything about it. We have yet to have them at the same time. I wonder if holding my breath would help him? I kind of doubt it.

toilet trouble

I swear the toilet makes this groaning/gurgling noise every time I sit on it. I’ve never heard of a pregnant woman being too heavy for the toilet and my husband has assured me I’m nowhere near being heavy enough, but it’s disconcerting.

I was reading an issue of Cat Fancy this weekend. It’s an issue totally devoted to the Rescue effort and it brought something to my attention that I had never even considered – euthanasia of newborn kittens. Am I naive or does this sound horrific and surprising to anyone else? Euthanasia of animals is a very serious problem, but somehow, it never occurred to me that newborns might be euthanized, even though I know that newborn kittens and puppies are orphaned quite frequently when their mothers die in childbirth or through some kind of accident. I had always read that kittens and puppies were adopted much more frequently than older animals, so I guess I thought that extended to newborns. They would at least get a shot at being adopted. However, it turns out that most shelters are not able to provide the round-the-clock care they need. Not many people are willing to do it at all.

The article profiled a remarkable woman named Fran who regularly takes in orphaned newborn kittens. She has a job, husband, and kids, but she still does this for herself, she says. I believe her. Nothing makes you feel as good as giving of your time to help others. So, why is it so hard to do? I keep wanting to do something, anything to help all of the homeless animals, so that they won’t be needlessly euthanized. There are all kinds of excuses to be made. You have other pets, you have a job, you have kids. Well, so does Fran. But she still does it. She totes them everywhere and the people who run the local shelter know they can call her at 3 a.m. with kittens who need a caretaker and she’ll say “Bring them right over.”

People don’t want to let chaos in to their lives, even if it’s good chaos. They want to be safe. They don’t want to make mistakes. You have to, though. It’s the only way you’ll find happiness, the only way you’ll learn. We need to look for ways we can help, our role in changing the world in whatever way we feel it needs changing. If you see that something is wrong, ask what your role is in fixing it. Then do it, no matter how small it seems. If it doesn’t work out, you still tried. You can stop and try something else. And you will have learned something about yourself in the process. The world will get better, even through your mistakes, if they were made with a sincere wish to help. Even if it doesn’t seem like it at first.

Ask what you can do. Try the first thing you can think of that sounds palatable. If you can’t take newborn kittens, then take in a foster animal. Or two. Or three. Donate money. Donate time. Donate things. Everyone can do something. When I was a grad student, I donated toys and other items my cats didn’t use anymore and/or didn’t like to the local animal shelter. I went to the shelter and played with the animals and took them out of their cages and just cuddled them, even though I didn’t formally volunteer. Their lives would be so much brighter for just a few minutes of love in their day. The shelter volunteers are too busy trying to keep them alive. They don’t always have the time to do that. But, I’ll bet you do. I also had five dollars a month drawn directly from my bank account. I did that for a time, even after I moved away.

The problem can seem too big to be solved or, to some, it may seem that there are so many more important ones. I believe the treatment of the most innocent creatures in our society says a lot about society as a whole. Helping anyone at all, even in the smallest of ways, will have a ripple effect. Even if you believe the problems of people are more important than the problems of animals, they are still connected. Humans caused the animals’ problems. We have been neglectful and selfish and turned a blind eye, because we didn’t want to be bothered. It is our fault that they are homeless and starving and being killed for no reason. It is our job to fix it. It could be the first step to fixing the world. Even if you just believe in good karma, it could spread that around.

Don’t listen to all the excuses in your head about not being able to take vacations if you adopt a pet or it being too expensive or it making the house dirty. You can make it work if you want it. It will enrich your lives in ways you can’t even imagine or are trying to make yourself forget if you have been a pet-owner before. I was nervous and scared that I wouldn’t like it when I adopted my first cat back in 2002. I had never owned a pet, except fish, and I worried that something would happen to her, because I didn’t know enough about cats or just wasn’t good at taking care of animals. I had never even held a kitten or puppy before I held her for the first time! I learned quickly, though, and it was the best decision I ever made. It completely changed my world to one that was sometimes upsetting, but full of more love and joy and satisfaction than I could have ever imagined before I experienced it. Adopting CC made me a more compassionate person. I was already very sensitive and compassionate, but I had never prioritized the needs of animals or even realized what horrible straits so many were in. Now I know and it hurts, but I would rather know about it and care and try to help than be the oblivious person I was before.

newest pain in the butt

All parenting jokes aside, I don’t understand why a five-pound (roughly) fetus would cause a piercing pain in my left butt cheek.

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