Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Ten Truths About Working From Home

Namastè!

I hope you're experiencing copious amounts thereof this evening!

I have had one of my busier days, between Mamastè and running my business.

In case I never told y'all, I work from home. I run my own business as well as assist my hubby with his. Cows, gas pumps, and stethoscopes are what make our green grass grow.

Because I have the uh, luxury, of being at home all day, I often think people expect me to have unlimited time for their favors, honey-dos, and agendas. So...here are my ten truths about working from home.

1. I do more before 10 a.m. now than I ever did when I worked in an office. I work during the baby's longest snee.

2. My work is just as valuable as it was when I sat in the office from 9 to 5...6...7...

3. While I am home all day, and likely in my pajamas, don't ever think I don't get in the paint elbows deep or better.

4. No...I don't have time to *insert favor or request* on short notice. Sometimes I don't have time even when given sufficient notice.

5. My work is not "easy." The accounting portion alone often takes hours, hence me beginning each day at 4 a.m.

6. No, I am not "LUCKY." My job is the benefit of making a few wise decisions, coupled with having a supportive spouse and an insane work ethic. I'm LUCKY if I finish everything before lunch, but other than that I don't know anything about that "luck" thing.

7.  While I can handle my kid(s) with ease as I crank out my work, please don't think babysitting is a free-for-all around here.

8. No, I don't sleep as late as I'd like to. Four aye-em comes early. Period.

9. YES, I am as valuable as the other employees in the firm. After all, I trained them. *wink* Human resources has its perks.

10. Yes...I enjoy the heck out of it. I love being able to contribute financially while being a sort of hybrid SAHM.

I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Namastè!

-- Tayè K. ♡

Monday, December 26, 2016

Them B'reservoirs...

Namastè!

As I enter the tenth month of my breastfeeding journey with Baby Namastè, I feel compelled to share what it's been like. The good, the bad, and the WTF.

NOTE: I'm NOT an IBCLC. My experience is just that, mine. I don't shun formula moms, I just do what works for me personally. I'm not an MD, a self-proclaimed expert, or a titty guru. I'm just a mom who's figured out her own little rhythm to the nursing dance. Hopefully this disclaimer will spare me the know-so-much crowd who takes precious time from knowing so much to send me to task about my opinions and observations! I'm always ready to stand my ground but it'll take more than a 2-minute Google search to dress me down, so kindly save that "send email" click for something else.

Them B'reservoirs.

That's what we (Hubby Namastè and I) have dubbed the boobs. Breast reservoirs.

Even before Baby Namastè was born, I knew I'd be nursing him. I read every book I could find. I talked to IBCLCs. I drilled veteran moms. (Princess Namastè was tube fed for a good portion of her first year, so I didn't nurse her directly. I used a hospital pump, and she was fed via an NG tube until she could swallow.) I wanted the best, the worst, and the WTF about nursing, from people who had been in the trenches.

I studied latch. I studied nipple confusion. I studied all the diferent things that could affect, challenge, or even possibly curtail my endeavor. I was gung ho to make it to the one year mark, with a freezer stash at the ready for extending those benefits after he weaned. I would not even think of weaning before he himself was ready.

I was set, y'all.

It has not been easy. Initially I was tandem feeding--nursing Baby Namastè and providing milk for a very special little princess as well. (She was in the NICU.) It seemed like my milk came in overnight. From the very start I could pump many ounces even after feeding Baby Namastè on demand! That made me glad, because the only thing I wanted was to give both the babies a solid start, setting a good foundation for our nursing story.

In the first days it was rocky as hell. I knew how to nurse, or at least how to be patient and let Baby Namastè figure out the best way to eat while I figured out the best way to support him and make sure he felt safe and adored. I endured cracked nipples, engorgement, and letdowns so forceful I could (and still can, on a good day) shoot a stream of milk about three feet. I didn't slept much at first, because my baby literally nursed around the clock. He wanted his noms and as chuffed as I was to be nursing, I was beat. Beat, dehydrated, and sleepy. Baby Namastè had a lip tie, which made his latch a little harder to master. He also has an adorably tiny mouth.

I would have thrown out my flanges that first week, honestly. I was miserable. The babies were thriving, both Baby Namastè at home and Tiny Warrior Princess in the TICU, but I didn't feel like I was thriving. I felt like slow drain. Every ounce of milk was like another bit of me being poured away. Each time I went to feed or pump, the first few seconds during letdown were this crazy unhappy ride on a train I never wanted to ride. (That sounds so dramatic, but that's because at the time I didn't know I was suffering the effects of D-MER, dysphoric milk ejection reflex.) About 3 months in, my tandem journey ended. I was crushed. But I still had to stay the course for Baby Namastè.

As I kept going, I learned to make time for eating, drinking, and sleeping. I became another newborn, honestly. I ate, slept, nursed, and pumped. I got some insight about the D-MER, which saved my sanity.

As Baby Namastè's gotten older, the challenges have been different. I have never shied away from nursing in public, but people can be anything from downright nasty (gross guy on the subway in Manhattan) to absolutely inspiring (NOT gross guy who stood next to Hubby Namastè to make a human shield on the Staten Island Ferry!) where babies and b'reservoirs are involved. Even the most pragmatic, resolute mom would be slightly nervous about feeding in public for the first time. He didn't take a bottle initially, so I didn't have the luxury of just giving him one while we were out. I had to balls up and brass out quickly. I was up for the task, though. I believe fed is best, so I don't shame formula mommies. I expect the same while I whip out the b'reservoir to feed my own little hungry bear.

Around the four months mark, Hubby Namastè had a stretch of time where he was home a bit earlier. We were not worried about a nipple preference (it's not really confusion--the baby develops a preference for the bottle because that nipple flows more quickly and is less work!) by this time, but Baby Namastè hated every bottle we tried! He wouldn't take one from me at all. A few months later we found our Mimijumi and could not be happier. I never cared about being able to give him a bottle, but I did want him to have one he actually liked! Hubby Namastè has an even better bond with the baby, because he can literally care for him all day without needing me to step in for a feeding.

I learned another lesson after the bottle resolve, and that one was about the importance of taking care of me. I was eating well and sleeping more,  but aside from blogging I wasn't taking any time to do much for my spirits. I could take a Tayè Day and not feel guilty about Baby not having his milkies due to our ever-present fridge and freezer stash, and I could reconnect the dots and recharge. Ironically most of my Tayè Days involve  getting a quick hairstyle, then getting right back to my little bears.

When Baby Namastè was nine months old, I developed pneumonia. This in and of wasn't a major issue--but I spiked high fevers and could barely breathe. I was so sick, I had to break my no-meds preference. The meds I was given--antibiotics, pain killers, and anti-epilectics--rendered me a zombie. I was so weak, all I wanted to do was sleep. Everything hurt,  and between that and feeling like my head was on fire from those 103 temps, I had to limit my exposure to my baby. He had his freezer stash to lean on, but I was still pumping. I have never dumped milk--he got milk baths those days!

MY. SUPPLY. TANKED.

After the pneumonia cleared and I felt like a human again, I noticed he was cluster feeding. I assumed it was a growth spurt until I logged my pumped ounces and realized I was at less than half! My ineffective schedule those weeks, likely coupled with the meds, had compromised my supply in a big way. I panicked, as he only had about 250 ounces in his stash. That seems like a lot, but remember he's still almost totally EBF even at just shy of 10 months. I plan to go much longer, continuing with expressed milk when he no longer nurses directly. I needed that stash to stay put!

There's nothing more harrowing than a supply drop. I felt so bad, because this has been my thing for so long now. Yet when I thought it might end, it seemed like no time at all. At my lowest I went and spent 40 bucks on a can of formula.

Note: The low point WAS NOTTTTTTTTT the formula itself. It was the idea of not being able to make my breastfeeding goal. Remember,  I studied and read and researched for this! I was sad that I night not be able to carry out that goal.

There was almost something magical about that canister. It was the Enfamil Enspire, in a dark blue canister with gold. It's the formula touted to be closest to breastmilk.

The magic, you ask?

I didn't want to cave before I exhausted every avenue to get my supply back right. I didn't see the canister as failure at all. I saw it as motivation. I simply did not like the idea of taking Baby Namastè from his customized, just right, always-exactly-what's-needed food. So I did the needful. With that can as my motivation, I dove in and worked to restore my supply. No magic drinks or teas, just some time with my lactation consultant and a willing spirit.

All it took was to do like I'd always done--feed on eand, and kept a good pump schedule. While I got the chance to try some exciting (and at times very tasty) galactagogues,  the thing I am 100 percent sure of is this:

The more I pumped and nursed, the greater the demand for milk. The greater the demand, the greater the supply.

It took about a week or so to see the uptick, but it happened.

Now, on the cusp of our tenth month, I am happy. I am not doing anything special, as this is what our b'reservoirs are made for! Nor do I feel any superiority. (If I had needed that canister of formula so my baby could eat, I wouldn't have batted an eye about mixing it right on up!) I'm still feeding him on demand and pumping to build his stash. I may donate another 5K ounces before I hang up my flanges for good. I've given just over 10K ounces at present.

There's been a moment or five when I just wanted to quit and be completely done. Breastfeeding is seriously one part touching photos, three parts learning, and one part total WTF moments. When I look back on my leaky b'reservoirs days, my long nights trying to latch or cluster feeding, or those days where he went on strike, I still wouldn't change this choice. That tells me that I've done the right thing for him, and for me too. I stood on my principles. I didn't quit. I've never been perfect at it, but I stuck to it.

As always, I close this out hoping I have shed some light and shared some as well. As for me? I'm thinking about the future. I'm not sure how I'll feel when my b'reservoirs are just cleavage again.

Ah, them B'reservoirs.

Namastè!

-- Tayè K. ♡

Baby's First Christmas!

Namastè!

I hope you're experiencing copious amounts thereof tonight.

I am still buzzing about how much fun we had for Baby Namastè's very first Christmas.

First off, we have moved and settled into our new home, so we were already extra excited. It feels amazing to be here and know that this is the spot Kids Namastè will grow up in. This is where they will hang out with their friends, where they will play Monopoly and have birthday cake, where they will each have growth marks on the wall!

I digress, slightly.

Kids Namastè usually have big holidays. I cook tons of food, plan tons of activities, and give tons of fun presents. (We do tons of community service and outreach as well, to balance the indulgence.)

This year, Baby Namastè got to be a part of things.

I was determined to NOT go overboard with toys and stuff for him, as he is still young. I love seeing him explore and discover with his favorite things, so I decided to expand on those for his presents.

Note to all my wonderful readers: Don't EVER let what's under another person's tree, or your inability to meet your own expectation, make you feel any kind of way. You have done your best and that in itself is a wonderful gift, one you give all year! ♡ Besides, there are people in the world who would rather have ALL the clothes, toys, and shoes BUT won't put in the same effort to be independent. People will literally work overtime for presents but will not extend the same effort to secure a better spot in life. All that to say this-- You never know a person's means to their end, and not everything is as glamorous as it appears. Don't measure your success by what's on your holiday photo queue.

More digression, but I can never resist a moment to shed an encouraging perspective.

I didn't want to overwhelm him OR his playroom with stuff he wouldn't use yet, so I kind of went with the basics--music, lights, and his first ride-on toys! He loves trains, cars, and Mickey Mouse.

The day was about as sweet as I could ever hope for.

For one, Hubby Namastè got the day off!

This is a rarity. In his line of work, the rewards are many but the time to rest and enjoy, not so much. He works six days of any given seven and he has not had more than 48 hours off since our last vacation--in August. *sighs* Given the two to four hour commute, he leaves early and gets in late. We cherish any extra time together, and our holidays rarely go by the book because if he is summoned, he generally must go.

But Christmas, he was home. His presence was the biggest present of all, honestly!

Baby Namastè's his father's kid, one hundred percent. His little world revolves around his time with daddy, and I think it is precious. So all day on Christmas, he was putting on the cuteness. He stayed right in his dad's arms most of the day, occasionally getting down to show off a newly-mastered skill. (He can stand so well now, y'all--first steps are on the horizon. Also, he can climb!!!)

While we assembled toys and programmed new gadgets, Baby Namastè enjoyed his trains, blocks, and assorted goodies.

I only got educational toys for him. He likes music and story time, and his ride-on train (which I'll review in a future post) is perfect. He loves his new pajamas, and I've never seen a kid get so excited about dinner! A lot of the holiday meal items were things he already loves: sweet potatoes, turkey, Mac and cheese, and cornbread dressing (NOT stuffing--croutons are for salad, people), and collards. We also had a couple Sri Lankan and Indian staples. Yumness. While he probably only ate a few spoonfuls in all, he was good and full. He doesn't always eat well, so that in and of was a treat for me.

I believe the best part of the day was just seeing him enjoy. He's always such a happy baby, but he was all aglow. He didn't even give a fuss show at bedtime because he was plumb tuckered. He fell asleep holding on to his Sophie, smiling.

Now he is onto the business of another round: celebrating his first Kwanzaa! (We do American Christian, African, and Hindu holidays in our home--we are a very diverse family. Our cultural tapestry is richly woven of beautiful threads in different hues of wonderful.)

I hope you all enjoyed your day as well!

Namastè!

-- Tayè K. ♡

Solids!

Namastè!

I hope you are all enjoying the afterglow

Baby Namastè's now 16 months old, as you all know. He is still breastfeeding. He is also taking expressed breastmilk in his cuppa, and we've added in almond, coconut, and cashew milk.Some babies his age have eaten solids for many months now. In fact, our pediatrician was pleasantly surprised that he has not.

Many parents go by the calendar or wives' tales to determine when to start solids, most doing so by way of infant cereal added to formula or breastmilk to either reduce crying or help baby sleep.

I didn't take that approach with Baby Namastè.

*Note: I am a blogger. Not a pediatrician. This is not intended to encourage any particular path, simply to share my own. If you deem a different route acceptable, go that way with your head held high! Feel free to listen to your friends/family/doctors/whomever. No judgment here! Remember, most of YOU can have delicious guac. I am allergic to avocado so that same delicious dip YOU can enjoy, might actually KILL me. Just perspective.

Most pediatricians recommend starting solids at 4 to 6 months, depending on readiness. Thankfully we have one who not only recommends delaying, but shows research journals proving the open gut as well as the link between childhood obesity and starting solids too soon.

Readiness means the baby no longer pushes food out of their mouth with their tongue. (While newborns seem totally defenseless, most of their reflexes are designed to give them a little protection--the tongue thrust prevents the baby from swallowing things s/he isn't able to break down properly. Readiness means  the baby can sit up unassisted. Readiness means the baby is capable and willing to see the spoon and open their mouth. Readiness means the baby WILL EAT THE FOOD OFF THE SPOON without being forced. Feeding devices like cereal feeder bottles and those silicone feeders with handles (often misnamed, feeding pacifiers--which by the way should not be confused with the VERY SUITABLE AND SAFE mesh nibblers used by older infants for teething with bits of cold fruit) should not be used by anyone in my opinion

Baby Namastè has met all his "milestones" pretty early. At 4 months he knew what spoons were about--but he showed no inclination to eat purees. His silicone spoon was a teether, nothing more. (He would not have gotten solids that early anyway.) Months five and six, same. Months seven to nine, more interest but still refused puree.

I'm a parent who believes in letting the baby lead.

This doesn't mean I am ruled by them. It means I do what they are ready for, not what "I want to do with MY baby." (If you haven't noticed already, that is a group of parents I generally avoid, the "It's MY baby" crowd. No one doubts that it's your baby, but sometimes they doubt your choices when everything is trend based or set by what you want versus what Baby needs.)

It means I follow their cues. When Baby Namastè eschewed my organic mashed potatoes, carrots, peas, and sweet potatoes, I didn't push. Admittedly it was hard because I had a lot of pressure from well-meaning humans who wanted me to "just give him a bite" or "see if he sleeps better after having some cereal!"

I digress.

I let Baby Namastè decide when we would go to the baby spoons and jars.

Tick through months 7, 8, 9, 10, and 11--he was still exclusively breastfed, consuming only milk and very sporadically playing with bits of food.

Now hee eats when he is inclined. As he learned to "chew," I carefully expanded his organic noms. The rule for us is, all or at least 90% organic at home. I don't mind him having regular stuff, though. I just feed him what I eat. He now eats about 4 small meals per day, and he spends about 3 hours (of 24) nursing. He drinks one 4 ounce serving of coconut, almond, or cashew milk; roughly 4 ounces of water; and we are still waiting for his taste for fruit juice to kick in. No rush, as he doesn't care for it right now and we aren't pushing it! He does not consume dairy, so we give coconut milk yogurt. Due to his diet (tons of mostly organic veggies), he does not miss out on his calcium. I am not vegetarian but Hubby Namastè is, so Baby Namastè's gotten used to having meals from both diets and enjoys both equally.

He eats things like baked sweet potato, steamed carrot pieces  (he especially loves purple carrots!), and he's developed an affinity for little broccoli florets. He is game to try almost anything he sees us eat.

Initially I was freaking out because my baby did not want purees. Period. I had a hard time getting him to eat anything at all, and while I knew he would be fine, I was hoping he would be a tiny foodie.

This is the time to begin shaping their ideas about food, though, and I don't believe in forcing anything. Sure, I could give him pureed carrots through a nipple on a feeder. But what would I accomplish besides a full belly for him? I wouldn't be teaching him to eat, I'd just be slamming food down his gullet. Babies naturally suckle so yeah...nothing there.

But in applying a bit more patience to my approach, I learned that he is willing to eat. He desires solids, not puree. He could care less about the adorable spoons and plates (even the silver spoon we planned to use for his very first meal), but he does like texture and color. He likes sitting with us as he enjoys his tiny portions.

Turns out, this approach has a name. It is baby led weaning!

It's exactly what its name suggests. Letting baby lead the way to solids based in their own readiness and willingness.

We often quote doctors, friends, parents, etc when defending our choices with our children or bolstering our stance on said choices. The problem here is, no two babies are alike, and very few milestones occur solely by chronological age. Good but slightly unrelated example--Baby Namastè knows both his father and me by our names, Amma and Dada. He calls us by name, with discernment, and has for a little while now. Most infants do this at about 10 months forward, but he began at around 7 months. But this doesn't mean I would expect all children to do the same. In contrast, Princess Namastè scarcely babbled at all as an infant. My point is, we have to make decisions and conclusions about each child based on that child alone. I can run down each of my children's milestones and the ages they hit them, but that would serve at best only as a mere point of reference. Nothing ironclad.

By letting Baby Namastè lead--as well as using my own noggin--I was assured of two things. One, he was both ready and willing to eat foods. Two, he was actually able.

When we push food by age instead of readiness, we overlook a baby's ABILITY. Swallowing rice cereal is NOT akin to eating a jar of carrots. Eating a jar of pureed carrots is NOT akin to eating pieces of cooked carrot.

Note: I do not like, endorse, or recommend rice cereal for any infant. It's the nutritional equivalent of a candy bar--empty calories. Also, it DOES NOT aid in treating acid reflux. Those calories help baby gain weight often lost during bouts of spitting up. It serves as a thickener, which can be a boon to prevent choking and gagging in infants whose reflux has rendered their gag reflexes hypersensitive. Bottom line, you cannot cure reflux with this stuff. You need a pediatrician, a feeding plan, and possibly medication to control and alleviate the damage done by the acid. FURTHERMORE, PLEASE SECURE THE PROPER TESTING. Spitting up and fussiness don't automatically mean reflux. Reflux can only be diagnosed via endoscopy by an ENT, NOT a series of questions from a pediatrician. You wouldn't let a mortician do your gel manicure. You wouldn't let a secretary do your Pap Smear. So please stop expecting that pediatricians can magically do the work of medical specialists. There are different types of doctors for a reason.

Needless to say, we skipped the cereals and mushes.

I was determined to not be a parent who rushed my baby's infancy. I wanted to revel in each stage. This baby led weaning has been messy at times. We don't use feeders or extra food processing--the most we've done for his food is to take his portion out before adding spicier masalas or sauces. He sits at the table with us, and the only gadgets we use right now are his high chair and his suction cup-bottomed bowl.

It's messy.

I often end up washing veggies from his hair. I'm not sure how they end up there, but I've picked little chunks of chicken or turkey from his diaper. The poops--oy, the poops. We marked the calendar when he eats something red (tomato, bell pepper, cherry, etc) so we wouldn't freak when it passes through again in his bowel  movement.

The easiest way to know your baby is ready to have some big noms is to just watch them. They'll reach for your food, and will often thrown fits if they're excluded from mealtime. In our case, Baby Namastè got grabby-grabby and began taking whatever he could reach off our plates. Thankfully his little manners have improved since then. He will eat any vegetable and some fruits, as long as they are not pureed. 

When they get that first serving of yumminess, they probably won't eat it. They'll smash it. Squeeze it. Pick it up and put it back down. Even toss it across the room! They may taste a little too.

They'll probably gag periodically, but that's part for the course. If you had been consuming only liquid, then someone gave you something solid, you'd gag too as you figured out how to swallow it! But given time, you would learn.

It would seem that that makes the case to start with purees, and if that's your thing then go for it! But bear in mind this--even a baby who loves his or her purees will eschew them completely once they get a taste of what Mom and Dad eat.

Baby Namastè still gets a good percentage of his nutrition from nursing, and he eats about 4 small meals a day. I let him eat when he is willing, and when he gets full, I let him stop.

Please don't rush to feed your infants, solid foods. Don't let antiquated, outdated, medically disproven ideas sabotage your child's health. To wrap up, let's summarize:

1. Some doctors have and still do prescribe cereal for infants. Remember what their buildings are called--PRACTICE. They aren't necessarily trying to hurt your baby, but some doctors simply do not change their stances regardless of what the research they do proves. They are practicing on us all, and in practice very little is perfect.

2. Cereal bottles do not help an infant with reflux. They slow the spitting up, but that is merely smoothing a symptom. The excess acid production requires medication.

3. ALL BABIES SPIT UP. PERIOD. BREASTFED. FORMULA FED. EVEN TUBE FED. Only in recent years have so many babies been diagnosed as having reflux, and it's because their parents completely ignore or don't understand natural development.

NOTE: Some babies DO legitimately have reflux, but please don't allow a prescription for cereal bottles OR medication without proper testing, which generally would require an ENT visit. Simply spitting up does not  mean your baby has reflux.

4. Starting solids too soon, or even overfeeding with formula or breastmilk bottles, stretches a baby's stomach too fast and causes them to overeat. This of course leads to obesity. Which opens the door to a host of problems, of which overeating is only a tiny blip.

5. Babies have tiny tummies--tummies designed for frequent small feedings at first. Accept it. In time, the tiny baby who wants to be fed every two hours will stretch into every 3 or 4 hours...then they'll be sleeping all night! Just be patient.

I hope this helps. As always, feel free to research anything I say and confer with your baby's care team! That's why they exist. I'm just sharing what I myself have learned.

Namastè!

-- Tayè K. ♡

Friday, December 23, 2016

Happy Holidays!

Namastè!

Happy holidays to you and yours from Family Namastè and Mamastè LLC!

May your days be filled with joy, presents, and the PRESENCE of your nearest and dearest. If you must be without, may you find comfort and warmth knowing we are here wishing all the best for you.

Namastè!

-- Tayè K. ♡

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Birthday Twins!!!

Namastè!

Let's get right to it.

Today Baby Namastè had his very first play date.

It's been almost ten months coming.

I made a few friends while I was pregnant. We all talked about babies, life, and life with babies. We bonded over due dates and cravings. We encouraged each other  cried with each other, and cheered each other on.

But one friend stood out.

For one, I'd go to war for this girl. She just gets me. We can finish each others' sentences. We share so many philosophies. We have the same dry humor.

She's gorgeous and so sweet. I call her my Britty-bits. She's a pistol, too, and a straight-shooter.
Aside from all those amazing attributes, WE GAVE BIRTH THE SAME DAY.

FEBRUARY 28, 2016.

Funny story--I was supposed to deliver Baby Namastè at WellStar Cobb. Unfortunately I had complications (hyperemesis is the devil) and had to be kept at Northside. At the time I was living in Peachtree Corners and that hospital was closest.

At the same time I was in active labor,  so was she! Just a few miles apart, in the same hour, on the same night, Ajani and Lainey were born.
Since that day (and months before), Britty-bits and I have kept in touch. I recently (read, FINALLY) moved back to the city where it all began and guess who lives there too?! My Britty-bits!

I couldn't even sleep last night. I've waited so long to get some snuggles from Lainey and see those pretty eyes in person.  (Y'all, my Peachy is just perfection.) I HAD to see Britty-bits just to know my friend is real. Not fake-Internet-person real, but OMG-this-girl-is-literally-on-this-earth-with-me real.

Lainey and Ajani were so adorable together. Ajani had never seen another baby before, much less one his exact age. He kept touching her face and smiling. She has this squeal that just melts my heart. I love her little voice.

I couldn't have planned a cuter afternoon. The babies were so content to play. I haven't cooed and squealed so much in years. They're just that precious.

It's rare to find a friend so early in life, but these two raise the bar immeasurably. They share a birthday. They meet their milestones closely. They hit their wonder weeks and even teethe similarly! It is just so comforting to know I can hit my Britty-bits up and know she will understand whatever madness my kid has that day, likely because hers has the same.

So many people have commented about how precious it is that the babies aren't being raised racist.

Damn straight they aren't. They're being taught love. They're being taught the right way, the Golden rule. Most importantly, they're being taught BY EXAMPLE what true friendship is. I know Britty-bits would care for my son as if he were her own, and she already knows her daughter is as safe here as she is in her own bed. We are our tribe, our mom tribe! We love, honor, and protect the little ones, period.

I cannot wait to watch them grow up together.



Namastè!

-- Tayè K. ♡


Tuesday, December 20, 2016

My Favorite Things

Namastè!

I hope you're experiencing copious amounts of peace and love this afternoon. I have been so busy ripping and running that I have not had much time to sit down and write. I have a few favorite things I wanna share with you today, that have gotten me through this move intact. In no particular order, here we go!

1. Mamava.

This is my favorite nursing support company, period. They provide safe, comfortable, portable "pod rooms" for mothers to nurse or pump! While I have never shied away from nursing or pumping in public (the Medela Freestyle has helped me turn many a tucked off corner into a pump station!), I am all too grateful for Mamava for their warm, safe, comfortable pods. Just because I'm willing to handle my work anywhere doesn't mean I should have to resort to such, and Mamava is a wonderful innovation.

2. Etsy.

In the midst of moving I have done next to ZERO laundry. I literally just ordered and had rushed, many outfits for Kids Namastè. Etsy has the goods. Period.The onesies and outfits people create make our already adorablemkids, impossibly, desperately cute.

3. Medela!

While I rarely have time to sit during the day, I always have a few minutes to strap on my Freestyle and pump that liquid gold. Baby Namastè's been nursing like a little piranha at night, but during the day he is busy exploring and being all mobile. My Freestyle and my PISA help me keep up my supply even when my little one has other ideas.

4. The Mimijumi.

This bottle has been a lifesaver since day one. Baby Namastè rarely nurses during the day but he also shuns many solids. Add to that a serious disenchantment with most bottles and BOOM, we could have a real problem. Thanks to the Mimijumi mimicking breastfeeding as closely as possible, he is willing to take--and loves!--his Mimi. I no longer worry about him when he's off the breast, because he takes his Mimi freely.

Pro-tip: If you are introducing a bottle to your nursling, try warming the bottle nipple under warm running water before offering it. This made a big difference for my baby, and now he takes his Mimi straight, no warming needed.

5. Infantino.

This line of toys (we have so many, it's crazy--we love the Topsy-turvy collection best) has Baby Namastè's interest and ours too. The colors and adorable characters are so engaging.  Also, they are so valuable in terms of play longevity--as far as I know, most are good from birth on up and I can personally attest that babies don't get bored with them easily. Our most-loved ones are the Grow With Me Ballpit and the Topsy-turvy Mirror Friend.

6. Guyokuro tea.

I love my tea. I'm generally a chai girl, but I'm also wildly fond of Guyokuro. It is pricier than normal tea but it's so worth it. I call it my delightful green elixir.

7. Texts from Brit, Robin, Alicia, and Zelley.

Best friends make everything better.

8. Naps.

What mom doesn't need a good snee?!

I'm on the go as usual, so I'll be back in a short bit with a funny moving story. Putting this house together has been equal parts hilarity and tedium. You can guess which keeps me going.

I'm sure this list will continue to grow, as the holidays fast approach and we are still scrambling to be 100% settled in at the house. It's been a wild crazy ride so far, but with my favorite things it's all been so much more bearable.

Namastè!

-- Tayè K. ♡