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I’m a sucker.
There, I said it. I. Am. A. Sucker. Sell me something and I’m buying it. I see a commercial and I want the thing. I am susceptible to limited-time only foods (I ate the hot dog from Burger King and you won’t believe what happened! [diarhhea]) and as-seen-on-tv items in a serious way.
Things I’ve Bought from As-Seen-On-TV
- Sham Wow
- Spicy Shelf
- Oxy Clean (before it got popular)
- U Glu Adhesive Strips
- Ped Egg
- Rapid Defrosting Tray
- Shark Rotator Vacuum (this is actually a really good vacuum 10/10 would buy again)
- and many more!
Emails about sales at stores I like, they know my soul. But the one that gets me on a daily friggin basis is clickbait articles. I hate myself as I’m clicking on them to see “what happens next will amaze you” headlines. I know it’s going to be stupid, underwhelming or schmaltzy but I do it.
Then I thought …. wait a second…. those clicks…. could be MY clicks!
What if people were clicking on MY blog?
So I set out to do a thing. I was pretty vague. I see a lot of “I ______ for a week, and here’s what happened” articles. They intrigue and annoy me in equal parts. I’m also still fat so I’m like ok let’s do some kind of weight loss thing for a week and then blog about it.
“I ate like my infant daughter for a week…. and here’s what happened.”
Go on a diet based on only foods that I would feed to my baby! Long story short, she now eats McDonald’s because of my dedication to the story.
She eats very healthy. When I was doing this project, she ate mostly purees, which I made at home myself (#humblebrag) – applesauce, pears, peaches, carrots, peas, squash, oatmeal, yogurt. She ate some baby crackers, puffs and yogurt melts as she was starting out on finger foods.
But the fact of the matter is, I can’t stick to a diet under normal circumstances. So I also got my BFF to go in on this with me, and we vowed to snapchat each other pictures of everything we ate. Here are some of my photos….
I ate things like applesauce, yogurt, salad, fruit, hummus, oatmeal, cous cous, chicken, vegetables and crackers.
What happened? I lost like 10 pounds in a week. No joke.
Now I’m over here lamenting “waaaaah I need to lose weight” as though I don’t know how. I clearly CAN when I put my mind to it. I. Just. Don’t. Like. It. Eating healthy sucks, getting my food ready sucks, having to think about things in advance and plan meals sucks. I didn’t even last the whole week on this diet, only 5 days-ish. And I LOST 10 POUNDS. What the fuck self, maybe if you apply yourself to trying just a little bit every day instead of trying to do some weird click-bait article, magical things will happen.
I’ve gotten to that point where I’ve tried too many weird diets that I don’t even remember how to eat the health. Are apples still good? Do I eat carbs? Don’t talk to people who eat gluten? What’s a quinoa? And Dear Sweet Lord Please God No Kale.
- lose weight
- feel better
- more confidence
- clothes look good
- I just got an ice cream maker for my birthday
- I really like ice cream
- Brownies go good with ice cream
- Worried about decreasing breastmilk supply
All in all, my week-ish of eating basic, healthy foods that I’d let my baby eat taught me that I can eat better but I just don’t.
So when you go to the hospital to have that uterine-dweller make their grand entrance into the world, you’re going to need some things. Technically, you don’t need anything because ladies can pop one out on the freeway or in the elevator or parking lot of the hospital and never once cry about not having their stupid chapstick. I can be an over-packer for any vacation and I didn’t want to be that way for a hospital stay that would be 2-4 days max. So, here is my real life list of what to pack and what to ditch.
1. A Bag
Some checklists have you pack a small bag for labor and a larger bag for your hospital stay. I didn’t do that. I just packed one bag. I did not get a fancy bag or bring my suitcase. It was one of those quilted duffle bags from the craft store that they always have a giant bin of next to the entrance. I think they’re supposed to look like Vera Bradley. And honestly I have no frickin clue why you’d spend $100+ on a Vera Bradley ugly print bag when you can have an AC Moore ugly print bag for less than $20. I got the black and white one from the photo above.
2. A Robe
A robe was nice to have after delivery. Your hormones will be wacked the fuck out for a while which will make your body temperature fluctuate. Couple that with the hospital being freezing cold at times. They kept L&D very chilly because laboring moms are muy caliente. This robe comes in handy at home too and is good for opening up a flap and breastfeeding.
3. Lip Balm
Chapstick. Specifically EOS is the one I’m in love with. This isn’t specifically related to labor I guess, but I always want chapstick around because when I don’t have it, I sorely miss it.
The hospital will give you the weird non-skid prison socks, but when you’re walking the halls trying to move labor along, slippers are nice. I got the ballet ones shown above, and the slip on ones as well from Kohl’s.
5. Fuzzy Socks
Uh I got these really good socks from Christmas Tree Shop. They have the non-skid bottoms and they’re longer than regular socks. They were big too, which is good. If you have a c-section, they pump you full of fluids before hand. I was more bloated and swollen AFTER birth than before. I couldn’t wear regular shoes and the smaller socks I had didn’t fit. So get some comfy fuzzy socks.
Maybe don’t bring it because I left mine at the hospital by accident. But it was nice to have one big nice pillow instead of trying to make a bunch of shitty hospital pillows work.
What I used: shampoo, conditioner, face wash, body wash, moisturizer, deodorant, travel hair dryer. That’s it, just the basics. You don’t need to get fancy. You just crapped out a baby, you don’t need to be a hero.
8. Clothes to go Home
Don’t fuck around like you’re gonna look good. See above, re: crapping out a baby. Yoga pants and a maternity t-shirt and flip flops is how I cruised on out of the hospital. You might think “a maxi dress” would work well, but you would be wrong, because you need some real pants to hold up the industrial sized maxi pad that you’re riding like a pony.
9. Clothes for the baby to go Home
I had my baby when it was warm out so we put her in some footie pajamas and put a blanket around her in the car seat and she was good to go. Don’t get too fancy. Baby needs to be warm, and you’re going to need to change them often, so easy-open pj’s are best. Dresses don’t do that great in a car seat.
10. Extra long phone charger
Hospitals don’t have a lot of outlets for you to use. Get a 10 foot phone charger, it has come in handy a lot.
11. Nursing Pillow
I did not bring this with me but wished I had. It is far superior to Boppy, first of all. Second of all, trying to use the hospital pillows in assisting with breastfeeding positions was useless. Buy My Breastfriend nursing pillow and bring it with you.
12. Nipple Cream
Your nipples will be on fire for a few weeks, not gonna lie. Use this before you even have discomfort, after every feeding, starting at the hospital. My lactation consultant recommended this at the breastfeeding class I took before I even gave birth and it was a lifesaver. BoobEase Organic Nipple Balm
What I did not need/bring
- Makeup. I know some women like makeup a lot more than I do, but I had bigger problems than my under-eye circles and knew well in advance I’d not be assed to give one flying fuck about putting makeup on. Once I was showered and dressed, that was enough of a happy transformation for me. I was not going to win any beauty.
- Pads. I knew the hospital would have them, and was told to take as many freebies as I could.
What I brought that I ended up not needing
- Those tennis balls to help with back pain during labor. I ended up having a c-section so it was a moot point.
- Nightgowns… I just wore my hospital gown. Even more WTF in my mind is the women who order fancy custom-made hospital gowns. Really why? Does a chevron-print blood and milk stained hospital gown enhance the birthing experience somehow?
- Change: all the lists said bring change for the vending machine but that wasn’t really a concern. Plus my hospital had an Au Bon Pain and was within a block of a Dunkin’ Donuts and a Starbucks.
- Snacks. I know, surprise right? Me, the queen of snacks, did not need snacks. I ate what the hospital provided and didn’t have the time or appetite to be lounging around and eating much more. On the plus side, I had those Nutella snack packs to bring home and eat for a few weeks.
So I became a mom and dropped off the face of the earth?
Do I sum up everything in one blog post or have several posts about many things?
I’ll post more and expand on each topic but here’s the long and short of it:
- I lost my job, found another one, hated it, found a different one and love it.
- I’m super awesome at being a mom and I love it!
- I’ve been breastfeeding my baby for 8 months!
- I’ve been hospitalized 3 times since June and had a major surgery!
Ok, so months and months have gone by, this is my preview of what I’ll start posting about tomorrow. So now I’ll leave you with a pic…
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How many women do you know who have been raped? Statistically, it’s many more than you’d like to believe. Unfortunately, the rape culture in our society has a way of silencing those victims.
1 out of every 6 American women has been the victim of an attempted or completed rape in her lifetime (14.8% completed rape; 2.8% attempted rape). 17.7 million American women have been victims of attempted or completed rape. (source)
“So why speak out at all and why now?” she asks in her essay. “The simple answer is that it’s the right thing to do.” (source)
I recently cut ties with someone because of a simple FB post, just one sentence innocently typed- “I support Bill Cosby”. It really triggered an array of complicated feelings inside me- betrayal, anger, hurt, shame, guilt, rage, sorrow. Nearly 1 in 5 women report having been sexually abused in their lifetime. And that is only the percentage that have been brave enough to come forward and say something, even if they chose not to report it to the police. When you make a glib statement like that to your network on social media, consider how many people you are hurting with that statement – “I’m OK with this rapist.” Because, as a silent victim who up until now, had too much shame and fear to talk about my assaults, that’s all I read. The follow-up comments calling the victims gold-diggers and attention seekers were just as hurtful. It hurts to lose a friend I’d been close with for many years, but I simply couldn’t have someone in my life that could so easily say the same statements about me. No one prospers from a false rape allegation. The percentage of false accusations are about the same as any other crime, but because of their personal nature and the difficultly in prosecuting rape cases, it is easy for people to misconstrue the facts and statistics as they see fit. It’s easier to call a woman a whore than to call a priest, father, coach, boyfriend or actor a rapist.
It’s taken me a long time to say this. It has taken me a long time to acknowledge these things happened to me, even to those closest to me. This was my time to come forward. It’s 20 years later and I will get no justice for what was done to me. But I am putting this out there for women to know- I am part of the statistic that stands with them in surviving sexual abuse.