A year or so before I got pregnant I was talking to a friend with a beautiful baby girl and breast feeding came up. She told me that she breast fed her baby until she was a little over two years old. My friend was actually disappointed because she didn't nurse for longer... I have to admit that my first reaction was shock - I was taken back by the length of breast feeding and thought to myself that that was weird and unnecessary. I meaningfully joined in the school of thought that believes that once a baby can walk or talk they are far to old to continue to breast feed.
After I became pregnant and started to research breast feeding I had a slight change of heart, at least understanding the science behind the benefits of breast feeding your baby as long as possible. But I was still sort of weirded out by the concept. I knew I wanted to breast feed for at least 6 months and hopefully a year for health benefits - but I couldn't imagine what it would be like, nor was I particularly interested in learning about it. About a month before I was due I figured I better suck it up and get informed. During this crash course on breast feeding and a second Bradley class dedicated to the subject I started to get a little excited about being able to provide everything my baby would need! The science behind breast milk is really amazing and interesting!
24 weeks later I have made it easily to the 6 month mark and happily look forward to another 6 months or more of breast feeding. It has been one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I had it easy, the only struggle we had was that it took 24 hours longer than expected for my milk to come in. Raymond had been so easy to nurse and I haven't struggled with supply (knock on wood). I know many women who have struggled and either moved on to formula because it works for them or who have spent countless frustrating days and weeks making breast feeding work. It is a lifestyle choice that requires determination and dedication. I feel blessed to have had this experience!
People comment that breast feeding is an amazing time to "bond with your baby." And that is totally true. I don't feel like that phrase even begins to cover it. In some ways I feel like it is a totally primal experience - when your body and your baby's instincts meet without thought or reason and nourish you both. The baby get everything it needs and your body releases hormones that help you relax. I might even call it primal meditation.
Now Raymond is starting to move into eating "solid" foods. He has had rice cereal, sweet potatoes, squash, hummus, sweet peas and avocado. The more I read about the introduction of food into the diet I realize that there are two schools of thought - one is that you start to ween the baby off of breast milk through the other foods and the other that you are introducing the solids to give the baby an opportunity to develop a taste for foods at a young age. When we started preparing to introduce the food it did not even occur to me that we would be weening him - and it still doesn't. My approach to all of this is that he will make the right choices for his body when he is ready. We are just providing exposure.
I have really enjoyed planning and making the baby food as well. It is a pretty amazing concept, to give your child their first flavors and tastes of food. And I continue to breast feed on demand. I think it may have dropped off a bit but was are not on any kind of schedule nor have I kept track since the first month passed.
We will see how long I breast feed - I am confident that it will easily be at least a year. Maybe longer. Maybe two.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
E Coli
I have a love/hate relationship with bacteria. There are a lot of good bacteria in the world that we need and depend on in our lives. For this reason I try to stay off antibiotics and as a general rule don’t bug out with anti-bacterial soaps, hand sanitizers, etc. My theory is always to be cautious, clean and thoughtful and you’ll stay healthy.
And then there are the BAD bacteria. The bacteria that made me terribly ill on my honeymoon, made scales appear all over my face, that caused a staph infection in my armpit and most recently the evil awful terrible E Coli that gave my baby boy a bladder infection. I HATE that E Coli.
Twelve days ago Raymond’s low grade teething fever spiked and his fussiness turned to something much more serious. Once again I found myself at my pediatrician’s office at 7:00 am for walk-in hours. This time around I thought I might be being overly cautious. Maybe this was just extreme teething and they were going to tell me not to worry. Or at least that is what I was mentally trying to rationalize while all of my mother instincts were totally freaking out.
We went through it all, the symptoms, the exam and finally the dreaded finger prick. After squeezing Raymond’s finger dry the doctor (who I love, btw) came back in to report that his white blood cell count was very high (a “20”) and as the ears, nose and throat were all clear that left us with one other option, his bladder. The only way to check was via catheter. I held my baby boy and covered him with kisses for the two or three minutes it took them to extract some urine and felt like the most evil terrible mother in the world. He of course bounced back right afterwards and was not at all upset.
We had to wait about 15 minutes for the results – so I nursed Raymond and played with him and generally he seemed to be feeling a lot better. Again my mind was thinking I put us through all of this unnecessarily.
The doctor walked back in again with a grave expression on her face. There was blood in his urine and an even higher white blood cell count. We had to wait until the next morning for the official culture results but alas we knew – bladder infection. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.
Bladder infections can quickly reach the kidneys which is the primary concern for safety reasons – as such there is no way to avoid the use of antibiotics. Damn it. We started treatment immediately and I also started supplementing with some pro-biotics on the advice of baby nurse extraordinaire, Aunt Carol Vickery. Raymond has two days left of the antibiotics and seems to be doing quite well.
I, on the other hand, have put myself through and through the ringer about how my baby boy could get E Coli. I have talked to two nurses and three doctors all of which have told me that it just happens and I can’t put this on myself. I have blamed myself for not keeping the dog away from Raymond, for not washing his hands more, for kissing his fingers, for letting the bottle serialization area in our kitchen get too close to the food prep. And it goes on and on.
Most notably I mistakenly let myself get taken in by some dumb internet site that said it was my fault for not circumcising Raymond. I have since done much more credible research and checked with every doctor I know to confirm that this was not the cause. (On this point I would like to make a side note that everyone I consulted advised me that while there is a slightly higher correlation between uncircumcised boys under one year of age to bladder infections it is not the cause and in fact the lifelong average of bladder infections in uncircumcised males is significantly less. I was also told across the board by everyone I consulted that the lifelong health benefits to the male are so great when not circumcised that whatever correlation exists to infant bladder infections is inconsequential in comparison. My question to you all then is WHY DON’T THEY TELL ALL PARENTS ABOUT ALL THE HEALTH BENEFITS WHEN THEY ARE DECIDEING WHAT TO DO? Passing out at pamphlet is one thing, but actually hearing it from the doctor is another. Still too touchy of a subject I guess.)
Next week I have to take Raymond to have an ultrasound of his kidneys as there is a slight chance that he may have an enlarged kidney that is the cause of his infection. Again blaming myself for anything I could have done in my life to mess up my reproductive organs so he might have a kidney irregularity. We also have to do another catheter to make sure the urine is all clear of infection.
If he gets a second bladder infection then we will have to have more invasive testing done. God willing that won’t happen.
In the meantime I am scrubbing down my house at every turn and making my husband crazy with all of my newly instituted mania. Earlier this week he asked if it was still possible for me to just sit and take a breather as I seem to either been tending to Raymond or cleaning something. Obviously - Morgan is right - I can’t sit down very easily. I don’t think I’ll be able to do so until I know my baby boy is really okay.
And then there are the BAD bacteria. The bacteria that made me terribly ill on my honeymoon, made scales appear all over my face, that caused a staph infection in my armpit and most recently the evil awful terrible E Coli that gave my baby boy a bladder infection. I HATE that E Coli.
Twelve days ago Raymond’s low grade teething fever spiked and his fussiness turned to something much more serious. Once again I found myself at my pediatrician’s office at 7:00 am for walk-in hours. This time around I thought I might be being overly cautious. Maybe this was just extreme teething and they were going to tell me not to worry. Or at least that is what I was mentally trying to rationalize while all of my mother instincts were totally freaking out.
We went through it all, the symptoms, the exam and finally the dreaded finger prick. After squeezing Raymond’s finger dry the doctor (who I love, btw) came back in to report that his white blood cell count was very high (a “20”) and as the ears, nose and throat were all clear that left us with one other option, his bladder. The only way to check was via catheter. I held my baby boy and covered him with kisses for the two or three minutes it took them to extract some urine and felt like the most evil terrible mother in the world. He of course bounced back right afterwards and was not at all upset.
We had to wait about 15 minutes for the results – so I nursed Raymond and played with him and generally he seemed to be feeling a lot better. Again my mind was thinking I put us through all of this unnecessarily.
The doctor walked back in again with a grave expression on her face. There was blood in his urine and an even higher white blood cell count. We had to wait until the next morning for the official culture results but alas we knew – bladder infection. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.
Bladder infections can quickly reach the kidneys which is the primary concern for safety reasons – as such there is no way to avoid the use of antibiotics. Damn it. We started treatment immediately and I also started supplementing with some pro-biotics on the advice of baby nurse extraordinaire, Aunt Carol Vickery. Raymond has two days left of the antibiotics and seems to be doing quite well.
I, on the other hand, have put myself through and through the ringer about how my baby boy could get E Coli. I have talked to two nurses and three doctors all of which have told me that it just happens and I can’t put this on myself. I have blamed myself for not keeping the dog away from Raymond, for not washing his hands more, for kissing his fingers, for letting the bottle serialization area in our kitchen get too close to the food prep. And it goes on and on.
Most notably I mistakenly let myself get taken in by some dumb internet site that said it was my fault for not circumcising Raymond. I have since done much more credible research and checked with every doctor I know to confirm that this was not the cause. (On this point I would like to make a side note that everyone I consulted advised me that while there is a slightly higher correlation between uncircumcised boys under one year of age to bladder infections it is not the cause and in fact the lifelong average of bladder infections in uncircumcised males is significantly less. I was also told across the board by everyone I consulted that the lifelong health benefits to the male are so great when not circumcised that whatever correlation exists to infant bladder infections is inconsequential in comparison. My question to you all then is WHY DON’T THEY TELL ALL PARENTS ABOUT ALL THE HEALTH BENEFITS WHEN THEY ARE DECIDEING WHAT TO DO? Passing out at pamphlet is one thing, but actually hearing it from the doctor is another. Still too touchy of a subject I guess.)
Next week I have to take Raymond to have an ultrasound of his kidneys as there is a slight chance that he may have an enlarged kidney that is the cause of his infection. Again blaming myself for anything I could have done in my life to mess up my reproductive organs so he might have a kidney irregularity. We also have to do another catheter to make sure the urine is all clear of infection.
If he gets a second bladder infection then we will have to have more invasive testing done. God willing that won’t happen.
In the meantime I am scrubbing down my house at every turn and making my husband crazy with all of my newly instituted mania. Earlier this week he asked if it was still possible for me to just sit and take a breather as I seem to either been tending to Raymond or cleaning something. Obviously - Morgan is right - I can’t sit down very easily. I don’t think I’ll be able to do so until I know my baby boy is really okay.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
The Great Diaper Delima
Like everything with pregnancy and child raising, you can find someone who will say anything about diaper choices to back up or justify your diaper practice. But when it comes down to it there really is no perfect way to diaper.
I think there are two absolutes: (1) Diapers are without question the second largest contributor to landfills around the world. (2) Human waste, when left untreated, is without question absolutely terrible for the environment.
But is it better if you only breast feed? If you only feed organic baby food? What about the effect of the treatment plants on the earth? What about cloth, chlorine free, latex free? What about water problems where I live? Forget the planet, what is best for my baby's health? The never ending series of questions goes on and on ... AND .. pick your choice or your poison, there is a study or a blog or some other seemingly credible source to back it up.
When I was pregnant Morgan and I started sifting through the massive amount of information about diapering and decided to go with cloth diapers at home and disposable whenever we were out or traveling. We have stuck to this plan pretty well - in 21 weeks of Raymond's life I have used 9 packages of 7th Generation Diapers (approx $99) and cloth diapers the rest of the time (total investment $150 so far). Our investment in cloth has certainly paid for itself and I have not had a problem with cleaning them. I use liners that are totally biodegradable between the bottom and the cloth and flush those along with any #2 waste. If the waste overflows then I use our nifty sprayer to rinse any excess off and flush it. I wash the diapers as soon as I run out of covers, about once every 6 days, with a few drops of Tee Tree Oil to act as an anti fungal. They always come out clean and I have no feeling that my washer is poopy, which was my fear. I am sure there is some reside of poop in our brown water, but I do not think it much more than some folk's skid marks would leave behind. (hehe skid marks).
I do use disposable (chlorine and latex free) diapers whenever we are traveling, going out, and when Raymond is sleeping. (And I am much less likely to "knock out" the poop with a disposable. I suck.) Simply because it is easier. And for many people that is what it comes down too - what will work in their lifestyle. Many of us live in areas with totally different environmental challenges so it makes sense that we would make alternate decisions regarding the best way to diaper for the world.
But the point blank truth of it all is that is is gross - not so much gross for us to deal with our child's poop - but gross for the world. Personally I am a little better knowing that at least 50% of our diaper waste isn't going into a landfill - but that is what works for me. There is definitely no right answer.
I think there are two absolutes: (1) Diapers are without question the second largest contributor to landfills around the world. (2) Human waste, when left untreated, is without question absolutely terrible for the environment.
But is it better if you only breast feed? If you only feed organic baby food? What about the effect of the treatment plants on the earth? What about cloth, chlorine free, latex free? What about water problems where I live? Forget the planet, what is best for my baby's health? The never ending series of questions goes on and on ... AND .. pick your choice or your poison, there is a study or a blog or some other seemingly credible source to back it up.
When I was pregnant Morgan and I started sifting through the massive amount of information about diapering and decided to go with cloth diapers at home and disposable whenever we were out or traveling. We have stuck to this plan pretty well - in 21 weeks of Raymond's life I have used 9 packages of 7th Generation Diapers (approx $99) and cloth diapers the rest of the time (total investment $150 so far). Our investment in cloth has certainly paid for itself and I have not had a problem with cleaning them. I use liners that are totally biodegradable between the bottom and the cloth and flush those along with any #2 waste. If the waste overflows then I use our nifty sprayer to rinse any excess off and flush it. I wash the diapers as soon as I run out of covers, about once every 6 days, with a few drops of Tee Tree Oil to act as an anti fungal. They always come out clean and I have no feeling that my washer is poopy, which was my fear. I am sure there is some reside of poop in our brown water, but I do not think it much more than some folk's skid marks would leave behind. (hehe skid marks).
I do use disposable (chlorine and latex free) diapers whenever we are traveling, going out, and when Raymond is sleeping. (And I am much less likely to "knock out" the poop with a disposable. I suck.) Simply because it is easier. And for many people that is what it comes down too - what will work in their lifestyle. Many of us live in areas with totally different environmental challenges so it makes sense that we would make alternate decisions regarding the best way to diaper for the world.
But the point blank truth of it all is that is is gross - not so much gross for us to deal with our child's poop - but gross for the world. Personally I am a little better knowing that at least 50% of our diaper waste isn't going into a landfill - but that is what works for me. There is definitely no right answer.
Mamma Chi - Follow Up
As I previously mentioned, motherhood has changed my perspective on taking care of me. It would be a total lie to claim that I have ever found inter peace through yoga or meditation. I have never had the patience to perfect my practice. As a child and into my teens I did find a great deal of peace through the ritual of church and church camp, but those days are long gone. For as long as I can remember - in all the phases of my life - I have found my soul through music. And after a four night Phish run I am totally revived.
Last summer I caught 6 or 7 shows while I was pregnant and had a really good time, affirming the fact that my enjoyment had nothing to do with the party but instead with the music. However, I believe that in 2009 Phish and I were both guarded - Phish 2009 was busy trying to hit all the notes and I was busy trying to catch them - and tune out all the party I was missing around me as the pregnant SOBER driver, etc. Phish 2010 finds us both in a very different place. I am so happy to be here - to have let down the guard and the concerns and let in the music -
Despite the bruises covering my legs from dancing so hard in the seats, my chi is flowing smoothly and fruitfully. Thank God for Rock 'n Roll and Phamily, all along the way.
Last summer I caught 6 or 7 shows while I was pregnant and had a really good time, affirming the fact that my enjoyment had nothing to do with the party but instead with the music. However, I believe that in 2009 Phish and I were both guarded - Phish 2009 was busy trying to hit all the notes and I was busy trying to catch them - and tune out all the party I was missing around me as the pregnant SOBER driver, etc. Phish 2010 finds us both in a very different place. I am so happy to be here - to have let down the guard and the concerns and let in the music -
Despite the bruises covering my legs from dancing so hard in the seats, my chi is flowing smoothly and fruitfully. Thank God for Rock 'n Roll and Phamily, all along the way.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Mamma Chi
This has been a hard week of mothering. Raymond cut his first two bottom teeth at 17 weeks with mild fussiness and barely any crying. One night we was just wired at like 3 am and I stayed up with him for a couple of hours playing and the next morning there was one tooth, the following morning the second one arrived. Since then we have had a little break from teething mania, until this week. No new teeth have appeared YET, but they are very close and my little boy hurts. I hate it. And as he has really not been a crier thus far, I am totally caught off guard by the amount of crying and lack of sleep that is going on every day.
To top it off I have went to the dentist and had a serious teeth cleaning that left my mouth in a lot of pain and I went to the dermatologist and had two moles removed.
I was feeling a little frustrated and when speaking with my brother in law this week about being a little off he pointed out the obvious - I did have pieces of me cut out this week! Philip is undergoing acupuncture treatment for chronic back problems right now and of course he would be enlightened enough to point out the freaking obvious - my Chi is totally out of wack.
I have had very successful acupuncture treatments over the course of my adult life and believe wholeheartedly in the theory behind it - and often when I can't get to a treatment try visualization meditation to balance out my Chi. I was even working in that mindset through pregnancy and delivery. But since I have had Raymond I have not had a moment to think about my internal energy flow.
I have joked a few times that as a mom I no longer have the luxury of being sick or having a "Dude" day. And I am happy with this change. All I've needed to keep myself going since I had Raymond is a shower. As long as I could have 5 to 15 minutes of hot water to wash off the spit up, etc I'm okay. Or at least that is what I have been going on - but this week I have realized that this Mamma might need a little more. I need to get my Chi back in order to be able to keep going - to be the best mom I can be and not get too run down.
To top it off I have went to the dentist and had a serious teeth cleaning that left my mouth in a lot of pain and I went to the dermatologist and had two moles removed.
I was feeling a little frustrated and when speaking with my brother in law this week about being a little off he pointed out the obvious - I did have pieces of me cut out this week! Philip is undergoing acupuncture treatment for chronic back problems right now and of course he would be enlightened enough to point out the freaking obvious - my Chi is totally out of wack.
I have had very successful acupuncture treatments over the course of my adult life and believe wholeheartedly in the theory behind it - and often when I can't get to a treatment try visualization meditation to balance out my Chi. I was even working in that mindset through pregnancy and delivery. But since I have had Raymond I have not had a moment to think about my internal energy flow.
I have joked a few times that as a mom I no longer have the luxury of being sick or having a "Dude" day. And I am happy with this change. All I've needed to keep myself going since I had Raymond is a shower. As long as I could have 5 to 15 minutes of hot water to wash off the spit up, etc I'm okay. Or at least that is what I have been going on - but this week I have realized that this Mamma might need a little more. I need to get my Chi back in order to be able to keep going - to be the best mom I can be and not get too run down.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Can I still be "green" and shop at Target?
The only Gandhi quote I know off hand is very trendy these days - but a good quote nonetheless: "Be the change you want to see in the world." I love this quote and its sentiment - and while it closely mirrors the Golden Rule, I feel it is more expansive in not only covering the way you treat other people, but the way you live within the whole world. Thoreau also touched me in Walden: "Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've imagined!" The later quote inspired my senior philosophy thesis and was a reading at our wedding in 2007. Clearly the idea of living with intention is central to the value system Morgan and I embrace and will expose Raymond to ~ it will be up to him to live how he sees fit.
Morgan and I fight against mainstream American consumer culture to make decisions that have the smallest carbon footprint possible in an effort to "be the change" in our environment. Ultimately we believe in living simply in local economies with less consumption. That is a very loaded series of goals, however, and I am faltering with the dreaded big box store.
Since moving to Raleigh I have rediscovered the convenience and value of Target. I have to admit, I REALLY look forward to getting to go to Target. It is one of my favorite air-conditioned outings. In the six years we lived in San Francisco I went to Target a total of 5 times and I remember them all vividly. There it was easier and cheaper considering the price of gas to shop at Cole Hardware or on Clement Street and not drive OUT of the city to go to Target. Here, Target is less than 2 miles from my house.
However, every time I come home from Target my dear husband gives me the slightest look of disapproval in my shopping choice. And maybe some back handed comments about me shopping there from time to time. One of the qualities I love about Morgan is that he always challenges others and himself to be more thoughtful in their actions by playing the devil's advocate - so I can't complain too much about his Target trash talk. But after a recent confrontation about it I am reflecting on my consumerism and the example I am setting for Raymond.
I have broken my choice to shop at Target down within "the change I want to see in the world" into two categories - first, the benefit of distribution of "green" products to the mainstream and second, the harm to local economy.
Target is a pretty damn good employer, corporate citizen and friend of the environment. And currently Target has the best price on 7th Generation household products in my area. So, when I need cleaning supplies, dish soap, laundry detergent I can buy the brand that is very "green" at Target and save 25% from the prices at Whole Foods, other local retailers and even more from ordering online. Target also sells a full collection of several other brands of "green" household products at a lower price than other local retailers. As such the mainstream consumer can walk into Target and be presented with easy, low cost green options. The benefit of getting these biodegradable, green - i.e. bleach, phosphate and other chemical free - products into widespread use is incredibly important to our environmental and personal health.
In business school I did a lot of research on effective ways to market green products and services, and to no surprise the most successful brands do not lead with their positive environmental impacts. Rather, to be embraced by the consumer something that is "green" needs to present a value proposition that saves money or is healthier - just being good for our world isn't enough to sell to the mainstream. It also needs to be EASY to buy and COST competitive. While the various brands have to earn credibility, distribution through Target is definitely easy and cost competitive, achieving half of the equation! I am 100% behind mainstream distribution that takes green products out of the niche.
(Note: I could also make Wal-Mart sound good as they have one of the most efficient distribution networks in the world, are covering their rooftops in solar and offer one of the nation's largest assortment of organic foods. However, as I know the first two points alone save then enough money to provide all their employees the most stellar benefits in the country, which they do not do, and their organic food selection is all factory farm organic that only became available after the FDA lowered organic standards a few years a go, and moreover they still top the world's top ten list for child labor violators. As such, I haven't shopped in a Wal-Mart in some time for anything other than emergency trips to their vision department to get contacts.)
Target is a national retailer and most definitely effects local shops. We've all heard the stores and seen the documentaries about general stores in middle America closing down due to big box operations. We know that the lower cost products are often made abroad (the dreaded made in China) and as a result not only are domestic retailers effected but so are domestic manufactures. It sucks.
If I could have the real change I want to see in the world we would step back into a world of local storefronts. And to really step out of the box I would like to see fewer options, and have the options offered to consumers have higher quality and less mass distribution of crap. But I am not sure we can really go all the way back there to the totally local marketplace in our global economy with Internet shopping. Consumers wants choice and value on demand, and I am certain that driving to a big store and finding what you want in person and taking in home has its own value in efficiency.
And I have to boast that Target and REI are pretty much the only non-local retailers where our family regularly shops. We do the best we can to support local EVERYTHING. And I think we are able to pay a premium to shop locally because I save our family money by buying household products, toothpaste, etc at Target.
Surely this also sets a positive example for Raymond? Surely shopping at Target does not make me the cause of faltering local economies? I believe I am still causing some positive change with the choices I make.
Or maybe I have just folded under the American culture for easy, cheap shopping like a house democrat selling out universal heath care for the next best reasonable option. There is always a judgement someone can make, even if you're making a good thoughtful decision.
Morgan and I fight against mainstream American consumer culture to make decisions that have the smallest carbon footprint possible in an effort to "be the change" in our environment. Ultimately we believe in living simply in local economies with less consumption. That is a very loaded series of goals, however, and I am faltering with the dreaded big box store.
Since moving to Raleigh I have rediscovered the convenience and value of Target. I have to admit, I REALLY look forward to getting to go to Target. It is one of my favorite air-conditioned outings. In the six years we lived in San Francisco I went to Target a total of 5 times and I remember them all vividly. There it was easier and cheaper considering the price of gas to shop at Cole Hardware or on Clement Street and not drive OUT of the city to go to Target. Here, Target is less than 2 miles from my house.
However, every time I come home from Target my dear husband gives me the slightest look of disapproval in my shopping choice. And maybe some back handed comments about me shopping there from time to time. One of the qualities I love about Morgan is that he always challenges others and himself to be more thoughtful in their actions by playing the devil's advocate - so I can't complain too much about his Target trash talk. But after a recent confrontation about it I am reflecting on my consumerism and the example I am setting for Raymond.
I have broken my choice to shop at Target down within "the change I want to see in the world" into two categories - first, the benefit of distribution of "green" products to the mainstream and second, the harm to local economy.
Target is a pretty damn good employer, corporate citizen and friend of the environment. And currently Target has the best price on 7th Generation household products in my area. So, when I need cleaning supplies, dish soap, laundry detergent I can buy the brand that is very "green" at Target and save 25% from the prices at Whole Foods, other local retailers and even more from ordering online. Target also sells a full collection of several other brands of "green" household products at a lower price than other local retailers. As such the mainstream consumer can walk into Target and be presented with easy, low cost green options. The benefit of getting these biodegradable, green - i.e. bleach, phosphate and other chemical free - products into widespread use is incredibly important to our environmental and personal health.
In business school I did a lot of research on effective ways to market green products and services, and to no surprise the most successful brands do not lead with their positive environmental impacts. Rather, to be embraced by the consumer something that is "green" needs to present a value proposition that saves money or is healthier - just being good for our world isn't enough to sell to the mainstream. It also needs to be EASY to buy and COST competitive. While the various brands have to earn credibility, distribution through Target is definitely easy and cost competitive, achieving half of the equation! I am 100% behind mainstream distribution that takes green products out of the niche.
(Note: I could also make Wal-Mart sound good as they have one of the most efficient distribution networks in the world, are covering their rooftops in solar and offer one of the nation's largest assortment of organic foods. However, as I know the first two points alone save then enough money to provide all their employees the most stellar benefits in the country, which they do not do, and their organic food selection is all factory farm organic that only became available after the FDA lowered organic standards a few years a go, and moreover they still top the world's top ten list for child labor violators. As such, I haven't shopped in a Wal-Mart in some time for anything other than emergency trips to their vision department to get contacts.)
Target is a national retailer and most definitely effects local shops. We've all heard the stores and seen the documentaries about general stores in middle America closing down due to big box operations. We know that the lower cost products are often made abroad (the dreaded made in China) and as a result not only are domestic retailers effected but so are domestic manufactures. It sucks.
If I could have the real change I want to see in the world we would step back into a world of local storefronts. And to really step out of the box I would like to see fewer options, and have the options offered to consumers have higher quality and less mass distribution of crap. But I am not sure we can really go all the way back there to the totally local marketplace in our global economy with Internet shopping. Consumers wants choice and value on demand, and I am certain that driving to a big store and finding what you want in person and taking in home has its own value in efficiency.
And I have to boast that Target and REI are pretty much the only non-local retailers where our family regularly shops. We do the best we can to support local EVERYTHING. And I think we are able to pay a premium to shop locally because I save our family money by buying household products, toothpaste, etc at Target.
Surely this also sets a positive example for Raymond? Surely shopping at Target does not make me the cause of faltering local economies? I believe I am still causing some positive change with the choices I make.
Or maybe I have just folded under the American culture for easy, cheap shopping like a house democrat selling out universal heath care for the next best reasonable option. There is always a judgement someone can make, even if you're making a good thoughtful decision.
FEVER
At the end of April Raymond got his first cold on the way back from California I was shocked and thought that somehow my breast milk was failing as all the literature makes it sound like if you breast feed your baby will never get sick. Then I blamed myself for being distracted and not covering the entire plane in hand sanitizer on the way home. Even though the cold lasted over a week, he never had a fever, just a cough that broke my heart! The cold ran its course and our little man recovered nicely.
Then came the first fever in May. I noticed about mid day that he was feeling a little warm, but I didn't really trust myself to be sure. Since having Raymond and due to breast feeding my body temperature is way higher than it used to be. But at dinner that night cousin Drew was holding Raymond during dinner and also noticed that Raymond was very warm. We immediately took his temperature in his armpit and it was 103.5 degrees. We then followed it up by taking the rectal temperature as the armpit reading was so high and it was over 105 degrees. I was terrified! That sounds so incredibly high! My gut reaction was to RUN to the ER - which of course would be the worst thing I could possibly do to Raymond -
Luckily Drew is a veteran dad and was able to be very helpful and responsive. While Morgan was calling the nurse line for the pediatrician Drew called Carol, our family baby nurse, and she calmed me down. The most important part of what she said being that as long as I trust Raymond's doctor we were going to be fine. The nurse on call advised to make sure he was getting plenty of fluids, give him generic Tylenol (not to use the name brand as it was very close to the recall), strip him down to minimal clothes and go to the doctor in the morning. She said if it did not go down or peaked close to 107 degrees to call back. This whole time I am thinking 107! Are you kidding! Won't that kill someone! But my mom reminded me that baby's get really high temperatures and it is okay. We followed the nurses' advise and Raymond's temperature dropped down - although I couldn't get it below 100 all night.
This particular night we were having a nice meal and Morgan was planning on bottle feeding Raymond so I could enjoy some wine. I was about 2 1/2 glasses in when we realized he had a fever! The most important thing you can do is to nurse and get the baby hydrated and I was totally blocked from being able to do that for a couple of hours. I started pounding water while Morgan tried to give him the bottle. Raymond was seriously resisting the bottle (as usual) and I felt terrible!
I was up most of the night and had Raymond in the doctor's office when it opened at 7:00 am for "walk-in" hours for sick children. (Note: if you are looking for a pediatrician I highly recommend making sure the office has a good walk-in period for occasions like this. It was awesome not to even have to call or worry, I could just GO!) After a full exam we learned that Raymond simply had a virus - a virus that needed to run its course.
All of the baby health and prep books I read did not prepare me at all for the fear and worry that came with the first fever! But I learned a lot. Raymond has has two subsequent fevers since this experience. One after his second round of shots - the day after the shots he just moaned and moaned and had a little fever. This is to be expected. And again over the past two days he has been running slightly under 100 - also to be expected as he is teething. I hate that he doesn't feel well but I am not experiencing the frantic worry or personal blame that accompanied the first fever at all. I am not even giving him Tylenol as it has not broken 100 and I don't want to over medicate. I am nursing like crazy but that is good for both of us.
Then came the first fever in May. I noticed about mid day that he was feeling a little warm, but I didn't really trust myself to be sure. Since having Raymond and due to breast feeding my body temperature is way higher than it used to be. But at dinner that night cousin Drew was holding Raymond during dinner and also noticed that Raymond was very warm. We immediately took his temperature in his armpit and it was 103.5 degrees. We then followed it up by taking the rectal temperature as the armpit reading was so high and it was over 105 degrees. I was terrified! That sounds so incredibly high! My gut reaction was to RUN to the ER - which of course would be the worst thing I could possibly do to Raymond -
Luckily Drew is a veteran dad and was able to be very helpful and responsive. While Morgan was calling the nurse line for the pediatrician Drew called Carol, our family baby nurse, and she calmed me down. The most important part of what she said being that as long as I trust Raymond's doctor we were going to be fine. The nurse on call advised to make sure he was getting plenty of fluids, give him generic Tylenol (not to use the name brand as it was very close to the recall), strip him down to minimal clothes and go to the doctor in the morning. She said if it did not go down or peaked close to 107 degrees to call back. This whole time I am thinking 107! Are you kidding! Won't that kill someone! But my mom reminded me that baby's get really high temperatures and it is okay. We followed the nurses' advise and Raymond's temperature dropped down - although I couldn't get it below 100 all night.
This particular night we were having a nice meal and Morgan was planning on bottle feeding Raymond so I could enjoy some wine. I was about 2 1/2 glasses in when we realized he had a fever! The most important thing you can do is to nurse and get the baby hydrated and I was totally blocked from being able to do that for a couple of hours. I started pounding water while Morgan tried to give him the bottle. Raymond was seriously resisting the bottle (as usual) and I felt terrible!
I was up most of the night and had Raymond in the doctor's office when it opened at 7:00 am for "walk-in" hours for sick children. (Note: if you are looking for a pediatrician I highly recommend making sure the office has a good walk-in period for occasions like this. It was awesome not to even have to call or worry, I could just GO!) After a full exam we learned that Raymond simply had a virus - a virus that needed to run its course.
All of the baby health and prep books I read did not prepare me at all for the fear and worry that came with the first fever! But I learned a lot. Raymond has has two subsequent fevers since this experience. One after his second round of shots - the day after the shots he just moaned and moaned and had a little fever. This is to be expected. And again over the past two days he has been running slightly under 100 - also to be expected as he is teething. I hate that he doesn't feel well but I am not experiencing the frantic worry or personal blame that accompanied the first fever at all. I am not even giving him Tylenol as it has not broken 100 and I don't want to over medicate. I am nursing like crazy but that is good for both of us.
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