Monday, September 19, 2011

I'm the worst blogger ever...

Actually, I'm a great blogger over at my business blog. It's this blogging-for-fun thing that I suck at. That being said, I've missed keeping up with this blog and hope to make up for my absence.

Where to begin? It's been several months since I updated ya'll and I have some big news! As I alluded to above, I have started my own business! Back in April, I quit my job to go off on my own as a marketing consultant for surgeons. Needless to say, I have been beyond busy getting my business up and running, but it has been so worth it. Best thing about being my own boss? The ability to work from home and hang out with Little B all day. I am able to maintain a career (one that I love) while also getting to be a stay at home momma.

Yeah, I miss the steady paycheck that was magically deposited into my checking account every two weeks. And I miss the 401k contributions that my company matched. But I don't miss dropping my baby boy off at daycare every morning and picking him up at dinner time - and that's just when I was in town!

My days are insane. Little B is almost 15 months now (I know - crazy, right?) and he's into EVERYTHING. When I'm not busy keeping him fed, diapered, engaged and happy I'm able to do some work, fire off some emails, etc.. At nap time I'm pretty much glued to my laptop. Occasionally I have to catch up on work after B's in bed, but I try to reserve that time to hang out with the Hubs. Housework never seems to get done - I consider it a success if I can squeeze in a load of laundry so that my kid doesn't have to run around naked because all his clothes are dirty. Fortunately, it's hot here in Memphis, so a naked baby running around isn't all that alarming. I guess now that the weather is cooling off I'll have to make B's laundry a higher priority.

Alas, despite the insanity, I've still managed to stay healthy and fit and am raising a happy, healthy little guy, too... and I have lots of fun things to share with ya'll! Stay tuned for more of the recipes, fitness tips, and fun extras that you know you love!

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Sneak Peek - Bumbleride Indie Natural Edition

The best stroller on earth just got better.

We have loved our Bumbleride Indie stroller from day one. We chose it because it functions as both an everyday "snap n' go" stroller (with our Chicco car seat) and a jogging stroller, eliminating the need to spend boat loads of money on 2 strollers. It's bigger than your average umbrella stroller, but smaller than a Bob, so it truly does double-duty. Also, it looks really badass and I get compliments everywhere I go. Who doesn't want to look badass when they're out and about with the little one?

I started walking with Little B in our Bumbleride about 1 week after he was born, and haven't stopped since. I owe my post-preggo weight loss to two things. One - my Bumbleride Indie. Two - breastfeeding. Seriously. Gotta give credit where credit is due.

And now Bumbleride has really outdone themselves. I introduce to you the Bumbleride Indie Natural Edition! Yummy! It has the same amazing design as the original, but features luxurious and eco-friendly recycled and bamboo fabrics. Bamboo is moisture-absorbing and temperature regulating (perfect for those summer runs where we ALL end up sweaty and gross), and it naturally inhibits the growth of bacteria. This is a plus, because Little B chews on the shoulder restraints and I really don't want to know what kind of nastiness is growing on there.

Here's the Bumbleride Indie Natural Edition in all it's glory. Get one, get out there, and get moving, Mama!

Natural Edition

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Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Necrotizing Fasciitis

This post is not a happy one, I'm afraid. I'm just warning you up front, this one is going to make you squirm. But I feel the need to write this.

About a month ago, I got a call from my brother in Atlanta telling me that he was at the hospital with not one, but BOTH of my parents. My immediate thought was "car accident" and I was terrified. Turns out there had been no accident. No acute trauma. No obvious medical condition in need of treatment. My brother had simply gotten a feeling that something wasn't right. My dad was acting weird. My parents are young and active, and my dad sounded delirious on the phone. It was out of the ordinary. Thank God my brother trusted his instincts and drove over to my parents house to check things out. He initially thought Dad was having a stroke, so he loaded both my parents up in the car and headed immediately to the hospital. While waiting for Dad to undergo the requisite battery of tests, he noticed Mom's hand was swollen.

"What happened to your hand, Mom?"
"Oh, I fell the other day and I think I must have hurt it."
"Maybe we should get that x-rayed while we're here. It looks nasty."

Not 2 hours later, her swollen hand had progressed into a bruised and blistered arm. It was obviously an infection, and we later determined that it was Necrotizing Fasciitis - more affectionately known as the flesh-eating bacteria. My Dad had the same thing - his delirium was caused by a high (106 degree) fever as a result of the systemic infection.

Oddly, necrotizing fasciitis is caused by the same bacteria that causes Strep throat - group A streptococcus. A person can contract the infection through coming into contact with the Strep bacteria with an open wound. It's likely my Mom had a cut on her hand (just a little split from dry skin) and came into contact with someone carrying Strep throat. It's really uncommon for the bacteria to enter the bloodstream and frankly, Mom & Dad just got unlucky. According to the CDC, there are approximately 10,000-15,000 infections each year in the United States, resulting in 2,000-3,000 deaths.

That being said, although this infection is rare, I cannot emphasize enough how important proper wound care and other precautions are. Especially with our kids spreading around every germ under the sun at day care and school, and scratches and cuts being a part of daily life. Wash cuts and scrapes out with hydrogen peroxide, apply neosporin and cover with a band-aid. If someone in the family has strep throat, be especially diligent about handwashing. Children who have chickenpox are also at a greater risk for developing necrotizing fasciitis. Monitor open sores, cuts and scrapes and go to the doctor if the area becomes more painful, red, swollen, hot to the touch, or blisters. High fever is also associated with strep A and other infections. Specifically ask the doctor to rule out necrotizing fasciitis. Frustratingly, we later found out that my Dad had sought earlier care for the infection, but his primary care physician misdianosed the condition. Because it is so rare, many doctors miss some obvious signs.

At the end of the day (or month, as the case may be), Mom narrowly avoided surgery and is home and doing well. She continues to go to physical therapy and is just starting to drive again. Dad, however, is having a rough go at it. Surgery was required to remove infected tissue in his abdominal area. This surgery saved his life, but left him with an open wound. He is now in the ICU to undergo several skin graft procedures to repair the damage. We are hopeful that he'll recover fully, but he has a long road ahead.

Prayers are appreciated. I, for one, have prayed more in the past 6 weeks than I ever have in my life. I've prayed for my parents' lives, for healing, for the knowledge and skill of the physicians, for progress, for the effectiveness of antibiotics and surgery and physical therapy. I've prayed for peace and comfort for my father, that he would feel God's presence and not be scared or depressed as he comes in and out of sedation. I've prayed for me. For strength and the ability to overcome sheer exhaustion in the days that I have managed motherhood and daughterhood and a full-freaking-time job. And I've prayed for my son. That Little B would never, ever have to experience something like this - either the illness itself or the need to care for his Mom and Dad under such yucky circumstances.

But this has brought my family so close together. My brother and sister and I sprang into action and were all in Atlanta within a matter of 24 hours. We have hugged and cried, made decisions together about my parents' care, crashed on my brother's couch, covertly sipped wine together in the hospital (it was practically a medical necessity at that point) and we have taken turns loving on each other's children. As adults (I am the youngest at 28), this situation brought us closer than we have been in years. Silver lining, maybe?

I don't write this to frighten you or make you paranoid. But Necrotizing Fasciitis hit my exceptionally healthy family out of left field, and I wish we had known to be more cautious. I don't know that anything could have prevented this - to a certain extent it's just one of those things. However, my hope is that we can increase awareness and preventative measures and spare another family the awful ordeal that mine is going through.

DIY Baby Food - Starting Solids

Little B is not so little anymore.

Well, technically, I guess, he is. He's in the 25th percentile for weight, but the 80th percentile for height. I was a scrawny child myself, so we're not too worried about the weight. (He's developing right on schedule, if not ahead of schedule. He's pulling up and standing and this weekend we frantically ran to Target to buy an obnoxious Fisher-Price play table in the hopes that it would distract him from climbing up the coffee table and entertainment center. This was only mildly successful.)

Anyways, my not so baby-ish baby has been eating solids since 6 months. Which means that my over-achieving, healthy-eating, organic-insisting self has been busy in the kitchen. I didn't buy one of those expensive baby food makers, though my sis-in-law has a Beaba and loves it. I've just been steaming or roasting veggies and fruits and then pureeing them in my Cuisinart food processor. I make BIG batches and freeze individual portions in what is essentially a glorified ice cube tray. So far, we have had good experiences with acorn squash, apples, pears, sweet potatoes, peaches and peas. (The peas are a bit hard to get really smooth - save those for once your baby can tolerate more texture.)

In the interest of full disclosure, I should admit that I do buy some jarred baby food. My parents both became ill with a nasty bacterial infection (more on that in my next post) and Little B and I had to drive to Atlanta in a hurry. Needless to say, I wasn't super concerned with packing up little freezer bags of homemade goodness. Nope, we hit up a grocery store in Hot-Lanta and scooped up a few million jars of organic baby food. And Little B never knew the difference. Well, actually, I'm pretty sure he prefers my peas, squash, sweet potatoes and pears, but he was polite about it. In general, I much prefer to select my own veggies, when they are in season and ripe, rather than relying on jarred food. However, I have not EVER attempted to make prunes and we have regularly (and I DO mean regularly!) relied on jarred prunes to keep things, umm, moving. You follow?

My fave of all the homemade varieties has been the uber-delish sweet potatoes. And sweet potatoes are so GOOD for baby. Check out a few of the health benefits below.

- Excellent source of beta-carotene and Vitamin A (Note: To improve the body's absorption of the beta-carotene in sweet potatoes, it's important to include a little fat in the meal. Easy peasy - just mix in an ounce or two of breast milk!)
- Sweet potatoes boast natural anti-inflammatory properties
- AND they contain glycosides that have been shown to have antibacterial and antifungal properties

Ridiculously easy recipe follows...

Pureed Sweet Potatoes for baby (6 months and older)

-1 lb. organic sweet potatoes
- tiny dash of cinnamon

- Thoroughly wash the sweet potatoes and cut into rounds. You can peel them if you like, but I prefer to skip this step as many of the best vitamins can be found in the skin.
- Arrange in a jelly roll pan and add just enough water to cover the bottom of the pan
- Sprinkle with cinnamon (leave this out if this is baby's first foray into solids)
- Roast at 400 degrees until tender
- Puree in a food processor, adding water as necessary to adjust consistency (Note: Don't over-blend as you'll make the puree paste-y.)

Done and done! Divide and freeze, and just pop out a couple ounces for each feeding. Super easy!

Monday, January 24, 2011

Best Bottles - GIVEAWAY!

Little B will be 7 months old this Friday.


He's eating solids (more on that in my next post) but still going strong with the breastfeeding. (Can we just pause for a moment and reflect on the fact that we've made it 7 months without a single drop of formula? Yay for me!) Since I'm a working mama, Little B takes 2-3 bottles of pumped breastmilk a day, and it's super important to me that he switch back and forth from bottle to breast easily. And I owe it all to the boob juice goddesses who created Tommee Tippee bottles. These bottles rock. They are brilliantly simple. The nipple is contoured and textured like a breast, and the bottle is short and fat so you can snuggle Baby up close while feeding - just like nursing! The anti-colic valve works great and there's no confusing assembly of parts like Dr. Browns and Born Free. BPA-free, obviously.

You can buy them at Babies R' Us or (link below). Or you can take the super-cheap route and leave a comment telling me why you deserve a freebie. Best comment wins a Tommee Tippee gift pack!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Happy New Year?

Happy New Year.

Er, maybe not.

The first day of 2011 started out bright. Hubs fired up the grill out back (yet another reason I love the South: it was almost 60 degrees) and we had the crew over to watch college bowl games. "The crew" includes approximately 16 adults and 6 children under the age of 2, which is fun but not even remotely relaxing. I spent the better part of the morning ensuring that mommies had quiet corners for nursing, babies had pack n' plays for napping, and toddlers had sufficient supervision (after the daddies were a few beers deep).

Then it hit.

The nausea was so overwhelming and so sudden that I literally went straight to the bathroom and peed on a stick to make sure I wasn't preggo. (Some people keep a secret stash of cigarettes or candy. I keep a stash of pregnancy tests. Hey...when you gotta know, you gotta know!) Before I could even finish thanking the good Lord above that the test was negative, I was praying to a different god...of the porcelain variety. It was miserable. I was so sick that I ended up locked in my bedroom (uh, and bathroom) while Hubs took care of Little B and played host to a houseful of guests. He's a saint.

For the next 24 hours, Hubs dutifully brought Little B to me every few hours to breastfeed. But he did everything else. There were a few moments where I thought about lifting my head from the comfy pillow to ask, "How many ounces of cereal did you give him?" or "When's the last time you changed his diaper?" But I was too tired and too sick to ask. Being utterly ill silenced the control freak in me. And I'm glad for that.

When I finally emerged from the bedroom the next afternoon, bleary-eyed and tousled, I found a happy, well-fed, clean-diapered baby boy hanging out with his Daddy. They both looked up and smiled at me, and I practically melted.

Then Hubs kissed me on the cheek, tenderly put a hand on my head and said to me...

"Wow, babe. You really, really need a shower."