Tuesday 30 September 2014

No sleep (til Brooklyn).

When Little Red hasn’t slept well overnight or at all during the day, this Beastie Boys classic pops into my head. This usually happens around the time I start speaking like an Italian immigrant, asking her ‘Why you no sleep? Whyyyyyy?’

I’m not sure why this song has started featuring in my head so much lately. It’s probably purely because the chorus starts off with the same two words that form a large proportion of my conversations at the moment. Or because it reminds me of the times I used to go out clubbing and watching bands, having reckless, baby- and responsibility-free fun. Or my days of reckless, baby- and responsibility-free travel that included a couple of trips to New York. Or maybe it’s because it amuses me to think of the time I was most into the Beastie Boys, when I fancied myself a bit street and wore Sketches and cargo pants, and tried to walk with a swagger (can girls walk with a swagger?). All to impress a boy. Thankfully, that phase ended when my friend’s boyfriend borrowed said pants and never returned them.

Whatever the reason, it’s not a bad theme song for parenthood. And it’s slightly less annoying than having This old man or Old MacDonald on repeat in your head. (Although, they also feature strongly in my current musical repertoire - just ask my neighbours.)

And while we're reminiscing, here's a photo of me and my boy on the Brooklyn Bridge in June 2011.


Tuesday 16 September 2014

Seven survival tips for soon-to-be or new mums.

I became a mum almost five months ago, after around eight straight hours of what felt to me to be ridiculously intense discomfort more than pain, absolute abandonment of any modesty I once had, and unprecedented screaming (try calm birthing, they said… breathe your baby out, they said…). This was quickly followed by complete awe and shock at the gorgeous blob of a human that we’d made, who emerged from my vagina in what my boy said looked like a gush of vomit. She poohed a thick black tar substance all over my arm and belly, and stared at me with perfect brown eyes from below my boobs. She quickly latched onto my nipple, and pretty much hasn’t let go since.

I’m lucky that I haven’t received an influx of information from my family and friends about conception, pregnancy, labour and parenthood. Even my mum (an ex army nurse and mother of four), mother-in-law (mother of three) and sister-in-law (a midwife and mother of one and a bump) have respected my right to their silence unless I asked them something – which I frequently do because they are a lot more clued into this baby business than I am. I have read (and am reading) baby books and pregnancy/baby/mummy blogs. They all have tips on coping with pregnancy and parenthood. So I thought I’d share some of the key things that have worked, and are still working, for me.

But please remember that these are just things that worked for me. Everyone is different. Our bodies, babies, experiences and needs are different. For example, you might LOVE daytime TV (in which case, we probably can’t be friends).

The main thing is to do whatever works for you and your family. It might be breast or bottle feeding or both. It might be cloth or disposable nappies or both. It might be working up to your due date or going on maternity leave two months before D Day. Or it might be ‘play, feed, sleep’ instead of ‘feed, play, sleep’. Do whatever you think is right for you and gives you peace (as long as it’s safe, of course). Trust your instinct. No one knows you (or your baby) better than you.

And if you make a decision to do something one way, remember that you don’t have to do it that way forever. You can change your mind. It’s a woman’s prerogative to do so, after all!


1. Get thee a fit ball.

Fit balls were a God send during my pregnancy, and continue to be in parenthood.  They saved my mobility, sanity and possibly marriage. They would make a great baby shower gift.

At my chiropractor’s advice, I picked up two fit balls for me to sit and move on at work and home. They helped relieve the pain in my wobbly pelvis and improved its movement. Apparently sitting on couches and slouching (as I do) can reduce the flexibility, and affect the alignment, of your coccyx and pelvis. Fit balls do the opposite. My labour was pretty uneventful, so maybe sitting on one helped.

My pregnancy yoga teacher and midwife also recommended I use a fit ball to move about and lean forward on in the weeks leading up to labour to get the baby in an optimal position. And they recommended I use one during labour to ease pain and aid movement during contractions. Little Red was in a good position, and leaning on one right at the start of labour seemed to ease Little Red into place and help relieve pain, so maybe the fit ball worked here too.

When Little Red hit three weeks, all she would do from 6–11pm each night was eat or cry. It was heartbreaking and frustrating, and led us (me) to tears and snappiness. I read every website, blog and book I could find for tips on how to settle babies and not lose my mind. I also asked everyone I knew what tricks they’d tried in the same situation. What ended up working for us? Holding her upright against us, snuggling her into our shoulder and neck, and sitting on the fit ball and bouncing. And bouncing. And bouncing. And bouncing. After anywhere from five to 60 minutes, she’d go to sleep and we’d sigh in relief. (Until she woke up when we tried to put her in her bassinette and we had to start all over again.)

Thankfully Little Red outgrew the witching hour at around eight weeks of age, but bouncing is still the only thing that works when she’s having a crying fit. And rightly or wrongly, we still use it daily to help her fall asleep. That and my boobs.


2. Swim.

My dodgy pelvis brought my gym and running days to an unceremonious halt around 20 weeks into my pregnancy. When this happened, I cried a little inside.

I used to hate exercising when I was younger (I may hold the record for the number of times in a row that I forgot my school sports uniform in year 8), but the Heathrow Injection in my 20s, and ageing overall, instilled in me a new love for exercise and health. I started exercising. A lot. I still try to. It makes me feel free, happy, independent and in control. It gives me space to breathe and think (or not think). I’m also one of those annoying people who read on the cross trainer, treadmill, step machine and bike. I love reading.

So when I could no longer visit the gym or run, I needed a new outlet for stress and way to manage my weight without having to give up chocolate entirely. We were also in the middle of summer and it was more than 40 degrees outside for days on end. Awesome when you’re the size of a mini whale. Swimming is low impact and supportive, and enabled me to move relatively pain free. Swimming, or just floating, in the water belly down also helps babies get into the optimal position for birth.

For all of these reasons, me swimming was a no brainer. In fact, along with the fit ball, swimming probably saved my mobility, sanity and marriage.

With my pelvic floor and body still recovering, low-impact exercise – like swimming – remains the best option for me.

Swimming is proper me time. It is the only time I get to myself where I can’t be immediately interrupted by someone wanting or needing me. It is relaxing and soothing on all levels, and lifts my spirits and clears my head like meditation does. We also get hours of entertainment from watching Indi get high from sniffing and licking the chlorine smell from my hair, arms and legs.

Disclaimer: be smart and ask your health professional if it’s safe for you to swim. It probably will be if you don’t do frog leg kicking, but I don’t want to be held responsible for any health problems.


3. Invest in eye make up.

I know some people don’t dig make up, and that’s a-ok, but it works for me.

My family has a predisposition to dark circles around their eyes. When I changed my diet to remove many allergens, my dark eye circles diminished. But sleep also significantly contributes to these circles, and sadly, sleep is something you have to get used to not having a huge amount of as a mum.

Before I was pregnant, I rarely used make up to hide dark eye circles. But in the final weeks of my pregnancy, when sleep and I weren’t entirely on speaking terms and my diet went out the window (see point 4), I embraced eye make up, especially concealers like this one.

My diet is now much the same as it was pre-pregnancy, but good sleep often still eludes me thanks to Little Red. So when I’m out and about, or just feeling a little flat at home, I’ll slip into something a little less comfortable, brush my hair, and trowel on some war paint. I immediately feel more confident, capable and human.


4. Embrace your vice (in moderation).

There’s an old saying that a little bit of what you fancy does you good. I am not known for my self control when faced with treats, so find this one a little tricky. But the point is that, within reason, it’s ok to indulge yourself.

You carry and create another human being for nearly 10 months (all going well). Then you are at the beck and call of said human being, who needs you to protect and care for them, to help them survive. You might be producing their sustenance too. Your life and time is no longer your own, but you still need to fit in every day life stuff, like showering and feeding yourself. You also need to rest and recover from what is essentially a marathon – no matter what path your birth took.

With this in mind, I think it’s ok for you to eat that cake, brownie, chocolate, ice cream or cheese if you feel like it. Sit down with a nice cup of tea and enjoy every bite without guilt or regret. You deserve it. Plus there might be something in it that you need – like extra calcium or magnesium – which is making you crave it. Nature is pretty amazing in directing you to what you need (albeit not always in the best form!).

The caveat here (sorry!) is to remember that to help you be as healthy and energetic as possible, to help you grow a healthy baby, and to help you recover and best care for your new baby and yourself, you need to eat mainly healthy, natural foods and drink mainly water. Unfortunately, we cannot survive on brownies alone (although there are some great recipes for delicious wholefood brownies out there). If you’re not sure what foods are best for you – because everyone has different needs – ask a qualified nutritionist or naturopath for advice.


5. Avoid daytime TV.

Oh. My. Lord. Have you actually watched daytime TV? And I’m not just talking about D-grade movies from the 1980s, which take mullets and shoulder pads to new heights (geddit?). I’m talking about the morning shows that are hours-long onslaughts of ads for weight loss and beauty products; health, pet, life and funeral insurances; household equipment – mops, vacuums, blenders, frying pans, pots and knives; and suck-me-in pants, leggings, bras, tops and other clothing. If you’re feeling even the slightest bit self conscious or hormonal (which you probably are if you are pregnant or a new mum), these ads may leave you feeling inadequate, insecure and unattractive. (Here’s a quick tip: any well-fitted bra won’t leave unsightly back fat ridges. Or just don’t wear a bra for a while – problem solved!)

And let’s not forget the entertainment news clips and celebrity interviews. The endless, repetitive news programmes detailing the latest shootings, stabbings and bashings – with the odd good news cat or kiddy cancer recovery story thrown in. The sensationalist talk shows featuring adulterers, kiddy fiddlers, domestic violence victims and perpetrators, shoddy salesmen, and health and fitness gurus.

Anytime I watch even a few minutes of daytime TV, I feel my intelligence depleting, my self confidence fading, and a sense of hopelessness creeping in.

Switch it off. Now. No matter how much you think you need a Nutribullet or a Shark mop or the miracle eye gel. If you can, go for a walk outside instead. You’ll feel better inside and out (and will start reducing any need for suck-me-in garments and must-have gym equipment).


6. Watch good TV series or films.

Interesting TV series or films will help you pass the hours you’ll spend feeding your baby, bouncing him/her to sleep, resting and just hanging out feeling knackered. And there will be a lot of time doing that, especially at the start.

Ideally, choose something that doesn’t involve too much brain power and lifts your spirits. For me, it was Downton Abbey, some Jane Austin classics and Spooks (OK, the latter involves thinking and isn’t really that feel good, but I’d seen a lot of the episodes before and always fancied myself as a spy-in-the-making). I’m currently obsessed with Friends reruns, and am looking for another series to stop me buying said Nutribullet, Shark mop or miracle eye gel at a weak moment.

Good books and magazines may be substituted here. Although, honestly, I’m usually too tired to read much these days – it’s easier to watch a good TV show than read. I’m hoping this changes soon though, because my reading pile is ginormous.


7. Relax.

As beautiful and beneficial as meditation can be, I won’t title this ‘Meditate’, because some people get freaked out by the thought of meditating. The whole emptying your mind, focusing on your breath, chanting or enlightenment seems too hard and unattainable.

You don’t need to meditate to relax. But meditation is a great way to do it, and can be as easy as just sitting quietly and focusing on breathing in and out slowly 10 times. There are loads of aps and online videos that can teach you meditations. I prefer guided meditations and use Meditation Oasis and Deepak Chopra’s recordings. I’ve also heard Smiling Mind and UCLA are great.

If meditation isn’t your favourite way to relax, try to spend a few minutes most days doing something that reenergizes you and helps to calm your breath, mind and spirit. Relaxing for you might mean simply sitting on the couch for five minutes and enjoying a cup of tea that is still warm, a bath, a walk or run (once your pelvic floor is up to it), pottering in the garden, a nap, a DVD of your choice, a coffee and conversation with a good friend, cooking, knitting, journaling, painting, reading a book or trashy magazine, a trip to the shop, spending time in nature, expressing gratitude, or listening to music. Everyone has their own release. Find and use yours.

Being a soon-to-be or new mum, you’ll probably be pretty tired and craving a time when you still had some semblance of independence. So it’s important to take some time out to rest and reenergize yourself in whatever way works for you. If, like me, this is a new concept to you, stick with it. Trust me. You need it. And it may help to stop you losing your mind.

If music is your thing, here’s a song to get you started.


Bonus tip: Onesies with zippers, and only zippers.

From now on, I am only ever going to give a soon-to-be mum and dad a onesie that zips up. They are quick and easy to assemble. Especially on a screaming, kicking infant at 2am.

Plus, each time I zip one up on Little Red, I get to sing this song to her and she laughs.

Need I say more?

Monday 1 September 2014

Driving in sixth gear.

I’m not what you would really call a car person, and am certainly no car expert. My dad and one of my brothers quite like cars, and are very handy at fixing what goes wrong under the bonnet. They’re always talking about what cars they want to test drive or buy next, and they’ve owned a good range of cars between them. Growing up with them means I’ve had to learn to hold my own in a car-related conversation (and how to check and change tyres, oil, water, batteries and lights). I have also developed a list of cars I’d like to own before I die. It includes:
  •  an old MG in British racing green (from the 1960s or 1970s)
  • an old Jaguar (again, from the 1960s or 1970s, not the ugly new ones)
  • an old VW Beetle (a proper solid one from the 1960s, not a new one with a lame vase attached to the dashboard)
  • a red Ford Laser KE GL hatch circa 1989–1990 (I like the shape of its boot).

Generally though, I don’t really care too much for cars, their colour, number of cylinders, rims or bodywork (although, the television programme “Pimp my ride” can be surprisingly addictive, especially when it’s the only English language programme, other than the news, on TV in a foreign country). To me, cars are just a means to an end. They are vehicles that transport you to where you need and want to be safely, comfortably, fairly quickly, and ideally with a good soundtrack. Of course, for your car to do this, you need to take care of it, including by regularly servicing it, giving it good fuel, and not pushing it beyond its means.

I’ve not always been the most responsible car owner or driver. I blew more than one head gasket in my old four-speed Corolla by driving it faster than the speed it was comfortable doing (i.e. more than 70 kilometres an hour), and had to get the radiator repaired as a result of it. Soon after I got my license, I braked too late, too hard, in the wet, and hit the back of another car. Twice within a few months. I don’t always (ever) check the spare tyre pressure, which caught me out when a nail pierced a front tyre recently. And I’ve had a couple of speeding tickets… a couple of times. But I like to think I’m a somewhat better driver than I was when I first started driving.

Not that long ago, I was driving somewhere, late again. I was on a main road, coasting along downhill, approaching the speed limit and already in fifth gear. I put my foot on the clutch and reached for the gear stick. I moved the gear stick out of fifth gear and tried to put my little Nissan Pulsar into sixth gear.

Yep.

Now, even I know that Pulsars only have five gears, not including reverse. There was nowhere for the gear stick to go, so I quickly put it back into fifth and kept driving. Then took a deep breath and asked myself what I was doing.

Looking for a non-existent gear in my car wasn’t something I’d normally do. But it made me slow down and think.

Some people believe that cars represent your body or life. At the time, I was working full time, studying almost full time, arranging renovations at home and planning a wedding, plus doing the other day-to-day stuff everyone has to do. I was more than a little busy (and stressed). I was constantly rushing to get as much done as possible, to free up time to do more. I was always late, tired and irritable. I wasn’t much fun. I was pushing my body and mind as far as I could, and clearly it still wasn’t enough for me. I wanted more. I wanted to do more, have more time to do more, and do it all faster. I wanted a sixth gear.

Some cars, like racing cars and fancy, expensive German autos that drive on European highways without speed limits, do have a sixth – or higher – gear. These cars are designed for speed. They have high-quality engines that demand high-quality fuel. They need to be kept in tip top condition to cope with the strain such high speeds place on their systems. And I imagine that despite this special care, they still wear out more quickly than my little Pulsar because of this strain.

Similarly, elite athletes are amazing creatures who either through nature or nuture or both are designed for speed and performance. They maintain their bodies with good food, exercise and rest. But there is only so much a body and mind can take when they are under intense strain. Eventually most elite athletes’ bodies start to wear out – often at a much younger age than less athletic, though still fit, bodies.

My bingo wings attest to the fact that I am no elite athlete, but we all have periods in our lives when we are under immense physical, mental and emotional stress. Times when we could use a sixth gear. Even with good food, exercise and medicinal support, our bodies will eventually tire and get sick if they are pushed too far for too long. And the more pressure we put ourselves and our bodies under, the longer it takes to recover – presuming no permanent damage has been done. Stress is not a sustainable state for the long-term, and it contributes to many diseases, including diabetes, cardiovascular disease, mental illness and infertility.

Like my little five-speed Pulsar, I respond well to, and will hopefully last, with good care, good fuel, movement and rest. I try to eat well, meditate, exercise, practice gratitude, rest and spend time with family, friends and myself – though not always successfully and certainly not enough. If my life is out of balance, if I push myself too hard, I get tired and worn out, and then sick or sad. When this happens to me, I do what I can do to rebalance it, visit a naturopath, kinesiologist or masseur (or all three), go on a date with my boy, and/or book a holiday or something else fun to look forward to.

It’s important to try to recognise the signs that we need to slow down, when our lives are out of balance and we need a little TLC. The signs might be as forgiving as a persistent cold or rash, as blatant as a heart attack, or as abstract as reaching for a non-existent sixth gear. The earlier we recognise the signs, the more we can do to support ourselves through the stressful period and recovery from it, and reinstate a sense of balance in our lives to limit stress and its negative effects. If not, we could all end up with blown gaskets and leaky radiators. And they're not that cheap, easy or fun to fix.