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Every day, I would schedule several 10-minute slots of time when Noah would have to be on his tummy. I researched “how to make your baby like tummy time” and tried every single trick of the trade I could find. Nothing.worked. As a result, my son spent a lot of time on his back, his head leveling out little by little without us even noticing it.
I stop. Exhale. Then, I take a few steps down. Not before long, the crying starts again. My jaw feels like it’s going to crack under the pressure, but I continue down. I take a seat on the couch and listen intently, helplessly, not knowing what to do to relieve my son’s unrelenting anguish.
Parenting is tough work, especially as kids get older. I always thought it would get easier, but I’m learning quickly that it doesn’t because there’s so much more to worry about, including bullying.
Your head is pounding as if someone hit you over the head with a box of diapers. Doesn’t your baby know you need to go to work in a few hours and need to be semi-functional? All you want to do is curl up in your bed, bury your head in the covers and stay there for a good 12 hours…
Nowadays, children spend large portions of their days in car-seats, carriages, jump-aroos, bouncers and playpens. Some kids may have started off in the NICU and their bodies and sensory systems have been impacted in a way that affects their development and the way their body moves.
"There is perfection in imperfection. Inevitably, everything will not go as planned. But someday really soon, maybe even as soon as tomorrow, you will laugh about all the things that went wrong and they will make the day all the more memorable."
It’s that dreaded time of year again. Snotty noses, fevers, body aches and sleepless nights abound. It’s flu season! Are you prepared? Dr. Gary Kramer and Dr. Rebecca Kimsey of Pediatric Specialists, Coral Gables are sharing their insights on flu prevention, when to visit the pediatrician and the difference between cold and flu!
Once the tour was over, I told her I would be in touch and got back in to my car. Although I wasn’t quite sure what I was looking for yet, I knew this school wasn’t it. The Director had a dull look in her eyes. She seemed tired, burnt-out even, as though she should have retired some years ago, but kept going for the paycheck.
I have been told that I don't ask for help, but God knows I need it. I hate having to ask, I want him to see what needs to be done and do it. Don't wait for me to ask...
In the hustle to get water, batteries, flashlights and put up shutters, you may be overlooking some really important elements of storm preparation. Here are some important tips that you may be forgetting.
We try to live up to these unrealistic standards, often imposed by ourselves because we care too much about what others think of us! We have our hands in so many different things at the same time, we’re not present in any of them! So how do we fix it and find more time to present with our kids and enjoy our lifestyle?
One of my biggest pet peeves as a mom, is the clutter that has taken over our home since having kids. My little ones have too many toys and it feels like I can't keep them contained no matter what I try!
Children are very impressionable... From infancy they look at us and observe us... when every interaction involves a phone, a laptop or a jumbo slice of chocolate cake (yum), they start to interpret these behaviors as the norm and follow suit.
Salty tears dripped off my face and onto my newborn as she nursed in my arms. I had prepared as much as I could to be a mother of 2. I thought I had it mostly figured out. I knew it was going to be difficult, especially in the beginning.
Yes it’s true, a mother’s job is never done. Most times weekdays roll right into weekends without much change in the daily routine. Babies have no concept of the weekend and tyrannous toddlers may even wake up an hour earlier, just to mess with their tired moms.
With the dreaded Enterovirus D68 making its presence in my state, my NICU mommy, post traumatic, germ-o-phobia is rearing its ugly head. Between Entero, Ebola and Chikungunya cases filling my newsfeed and dominating the media, I am all but ready to purchase a bubble for the three of us.
Since bringing our baby home almost a year ago, the hubs and I have not had a single date night. Sure we have gone to an early dinner here or there with baby in tow, but it's not the same.
When it was time to feed him, I excitedly took out the “yummy” food I had prepared in the morning. I was sure he would eat it this time! I lifted the colorful spoon to his little mouth and… he whacked it away with his hand! Freshly pureed fruit and veggies went flying across the room. His mouth remained clenched and I was exasperated.
“You’re so lucky! You have round the clock babysitters for your baby!” This is one of those “jokes” you should probably keep to yourself. NICU moms would hardly ever think of their situation as lucky and would give anything to be at home with their baby.
I had no idea I had preeclampsia. My pregnancy had already been so difficult that I missed some symptoms and totally ignored the others. It was fate and God that saved my son and I from the dangers of this life threatening condition.
