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published: November 8th, 2010 | category: Deborah, Mum Guest Blogs, items of interest

As I hit the 39 week mark of my pregnancy, I know this much is true….

  • All babies eventually come out of one’s womb… somewhere, somehow.
  • Nothing can prepare you for labour the first time around. I believe you can better prepare yourself the second time and make better choices, but some things we still can’t predict or control.
  • You can hire people to do a lot of things for you, but getting up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet is not one of them.
  • A baby’s head must think a bladder is a very comfortable pillow and will undoubtedly rest on it all night long.
  • Keeping a baby’s gender secret from everyone in the world for 20 weeks is no mean feat.
  • Pregnancy brain is a condition that becomes progressively worse. (I must stop forgetting to put my seatbelt on and must stop calling complete strangers ‘darling’).
  • Having a huge belly has its advantages: People will give you right of way in supermarket aisles, and let you skip to the front of the line at the TAB when placing one’s bet on the Melbourne Cup.
  • Never make the mistake of referring to your singular belly baby as “they” on Facebook, as rumours of twins spreads like wildfire.
  • A crock pot is vital to managing food production when it comes to the big belly blues.
  • A woman’s nesting instinct is strong enough to motivate the most ridiculous of household jobs to get done yet the enthusiasm is sometimes not proportionate to one’s capacity to follow through. (A baby absolutely cannot be born into a home where the cutlery draw is untidy!).
  • It’s hard to weigh up which is more convenient… a baby inside one’s belly is uncomfortable to lug around but they’re quiet… a baby outside one’s belly needs feeding, changing, constant watching but one can move around freely…
  • As much as I try to savour every previous moment with my 2 year old girl, I still cannot grasp that I’ll have to share that attention I give her with another little being very very soon.

We wish Deborah all the best for her upcoming new arrival!  Deb, we have loved your heartfelt blogs and reading all about little Ashlin. You're an inspiring Mum and we're so grateful that we've had you us part of our road testing/blog team. Best wishes, carey & team at bebe x

published: October 17th, 2010 | category: Deborah, Mum Guest Blogs, parenting articles
I hate the term ‘parenting style’. Perhaps because it makes it sound like it’s as light and breezy as picking out a dress or choosing a hair-do. As if it’s a reflection on us and how we express ourselves, rather than focusing on the best outcome for our children. And ultimately, it just seems to trivialise this serious thing that I do. We all parent in very different ways. Usually the biggest influence on our ‘style’ is how we ourselves were parented. Even if you are determined to improve on previous generations, there are still some patterns that are hard to fight. Essentially we all find a style whether we realise it or not, it’s basically our method, our approach, call it what you will. It’s the way we relate to our children.
I take it very seriously, because it is. How we relate to our babies and children shapes their emotional health for the rest of their lives. What an enormous responsibility!  
 
Over the past 2 years of being a mother, my parenting ‘style’ has evolved. I’ve challenged myself many times to sum up how I parent in one word. Many words and labels come to mind… attachment, peaceful, natural, and gentle. Some of these words are good. But as descriptive as they are, they don’t totally encapsulate it or go far enough. Finally, I think I have found that word. That word is: connection.
 
 
My journey started because I also disliked another word: naughty. How many times was I asked if my baby (yes baby) was naughty or misbehaving. I knew in my heart that my baby was developmentally incapable of being naughty, but as my daughter entered toddlerhood I started thinking  more about this naughty thing. The word seemed to imply an adversarial relationship with her. It seemed to set up a battle of wills, like she was something to be tamed, controlled and dealt with every day. 
 
So I started to look at my daughter’s behaviour in context of how she was feeling. I tried to understand the emotions that were driving her behaviour in the first place. I realised that I didn’t see myself as “the boss”. I realised there was another option to just managing behaviour. I wanted to get to know her. I was genuinely interested in her feelings. And I believed my role was to nurture her emotional wellbeing.
 
The traditional authoritarian style of parenting, where discipline and punishment are the norm, didn’t seem to value my child’s emotions and could never motivate her to want to be caring and considerate out a genuine respect for my feelings. Surely there was a way to nurture this empathic behaviour.
 
 
I believe it is through connection – true heart connection. And how do I foster this connection? I do not claim to have an original thought to explain this, but have received inspiration from authors like Robin Grille (Heart to Heart Parenting) and Pinky McKay (Toddler Tactics). It boils down to how I communicate with her. A two-fold thing: how I listen and how I speak. Listening to our children honours their right to be heard. And children listen to us to the extent that they themselves feel heard. In terms of better relations with our children, I believe it is possibly the best investment we can make.
 
Speaking with authenticity is the flip side to the connection coin. This means being real about our feelings and letting our children know that we have boundaries. Far from being permissive, connection parenting is about appropriate boundary setting, because being solid and strong makes us more respectable and helps our children feel secure.     
How refreshing it is when I reframe what my child does in terms of how they are feeling, rather than labelling their behaviour. I don’t have to feel constantly in opposition to them. All things that are considered ‘misbehaviour’ are in fact my child’s attempt to reconnect with me.  
 
When I listen to my child’s feelings and communicate with authenticity, they respond with respect and care for my feelings. Their behaviour is not motivated out of fear or shame. They are not trying to gain my approval or to escape punishment, instead they genuinely seek connection with me and others.    Far from being a trend in parenting that I have chosen from a book because it’s the latest thing, connection parenting is something that hits to the very core of my values as a human being and is true to my mother instincts.
 
And it is not only my child that is benefitting. My life has thoroughly been enriched too. Through connection, my daughter has taught me humility, to be real, and to be more compassionate. Seeking connection with her has opened my heart, and has allowed me to love more deeply than I could have ever imagined. And it has shown me that parenting can be pleasurable and can bring joy that is profoundly fulfilling and satisfying.
published: October 11th, 2010 | category: Deborah, Mum Guest Blogs, road tests

The Clatter… sounds like a 70's punk band… but in fact it is the name of a Plan Toys' musical instrument toy.  It makes a rhythmic clattery sound as you move its handles back and forth. Its rhythm can vary from a gentle wave to a roaring rattle. Clatter, clatter, clatter…  yes, in our house it's been leaning towards the ‘roaring rattle' end of the spectrum!

My 20 month old Ashlin enjoyed the challenge of co-ordinating the toy to move from one hand to the other. She loved twisting it and inverting it to find out how it rotated.  But the most fun was the ‘click-clack' sound it made once she found a certain rhythm… because, of course, it sounded like a horse! Her favourite pastime, after all, is pretend horse-riding! Click-clack, click-clack… suddenly we were in horse-riding land every day!

The Plan Toys Clatter is beautifully crafted, as all Plan Toys are (I'm a big fan), and the vibrant rainbow colours of the wooden flaps are a winner with my daughter. As much fun as this toy is for one happy toddler, I also believe it would work exceptionally well in a group dynamic, like the music and movement class that Ashlin attends. Making noise enthusiastically in big group is such fun!

Clatter, clatter, clatter… Ashlin did find some softer rhythms too, but mostly she enjoyed a loud horsey click-clack or a thunderous crashing clatter! (Not sure that mum enjoyed the latter as much!). Check out the Plan Toys Clatter here.

published: August 10th, 2010 | category: Deborah, Mum Guest Blogs, baby gifts, road tests

Little Miss Masterchef loves to cook. And in her imagination world, stirring pumpkin soup and frying eggs for Daddy’s breakfast are her specialty. As for her baking skills… well, roasted sheep and cows are beyond her comprehension, but she puts all her little farm animals in the oven nonetheless. Delightfully oblivious to the true source of the “meat” we eat at dinner.

(And note to self: how long do we keep her in this innocence? So far we refer to all meat as simply “meat”… seems a bit harsh to break it to her just yet that it’s in fact one of her farm animals we are eating!)

The Green Toys Chef Set has perfectly enhanced Ashlin’s cooking imagination. And it ticks all the eco-friendly boxes for me. Made from 100% recycled plastic, while still being safe and non-toxic for my toddler. No BPA, no lead… yippee! Ashlin, chew to your heart’s content! With so many plastic toys out there, it’s satisfying to know that in a small way I’m minimizing my carbon footprint with having more toys like this in our home.

What’s on the menu tonight? While I prepare the real dinner, my little chef busies herself with her chef set, preparing a winning culinary creation. No eliminations here, and mummy isn’t exactly an expert, but we chat our way earnestly through our ‘masterclass’. Chopping mushrooms for risotto? Or are you cooking stroganoff in your pot? Perhaps banana crepes for dessert?

Literally, yes literally, hours of fun!

Check out the Green Toys Eco-Friendly Chef set here…

published: July 26th, 2010 | category: Deborah, Mum Guest Blogs, items of interest

My 23 month old toddler amuses me. Daily. I had no idea when venturing into this parenting thing that one of the bonuses would be belly laughs every day. It makes all the exhaustion and sacrifices well worth it. There are numerous reasons that make it worth it - deep and profound reasons - but this has been an unexpected light-hearted one.

I’m sure I didn’t teach her to be funny.  Not consciously.

So what makes her so funny? Well, perhaps the things that amuse me are funny only to me. It’s so hard to be objective when it comes to our own children. Nonetheless, I can’t resist sharing.

It’s the way she puts on a pair of 80’s tennis armbands and headband and dances to Old MacDonald Had a Farm. It’s the way she points to the toilet brush and says “Brush teeth?”. It’s the way she sings word for word along with her father’s bath time rendition of ‘You’ve got to fight for your right to parteee!’. It’s the way she turns on an English accent (where from I don’t know) and says “Mummy, mummy, da pooh in da nappy!”.  It’s the way she wakes up in the morning, sits upright and sings the Hokey Pokey. And when asked what she’d like for dinner she answers every time “Chipppeeeees!”. It’s the way she purposely leaves her spoon in her mouth and mumbles “Stuck!”, waiting for you to playfully come to her assistance. It’s the way she insists on sitting on the floor every time her father asks our dog to ‘sit’. It’s the way she makes a pretend phone call to her Nana & Pa every Saturday morning at the swimming pool public phone, earnestly discussing all her favourite animals. It’s the way she throws her dinner on the floor and says “Uh-oh!”(yes, doubles as amusing AND mildly annoying). And when she hides her teddy behind her back and throws her hands in the air and with a straight face says “Where ted-bear?”.

And perhaps what amuses me most of all is the way she keenly observes and calls our audible bodily emissions… yes, fart humour. I blame her father of course. Her daily catchphrase being, (in a whispered voice) “Shhhh! I fart…” (then in a loud voice) “Ha ha ha I funny!”. Yes it is very funny, can’t argue with that. Even funnier when she announces to the entire supermarket, “Mummy fart?… Funny!”.  I can assure you that Mummy is finding it funny while simultaneously turning a deeper shade of red.

There is such playfulness in her humour and dialogue. And what pleasure it brings! I am treasuring every minute of this wonderful age. There are highs and lows with every stage of development, but I think I’m enjoying this age the best. If only I could bottle ‘nearly two’.  It’s precious.

published: May 31st, 2010 | category: Deborah, Mum Guest Blogs, items of interest

Finding out I was pregnant with baby #2 was pure elation! It’s amazing how all those months of trying and hoping all culminate into one joyous second when you see two pink lines on the home pregnancy test… and in that one second your whole life dramatically changes! I liken it to stepping onto a giant rollercoaster ride with very profound, albeit happy, consequences.

The good news was that I knew what to expect on this ride. The bad news was that last time my first trimester was very unpleasant and this was what I was expecting again! Two words: morning sickness. Whoever coined this term must have been a man or a very lucky woman. Biggest misnomer out there. In my experience, it was never confined to mornings… try ‘24 hour sickness’ and you’d be getting a little warmer.

First time around my morning sickness was an excruciating 6 weeks of lying on the couch. I didn’t go to work, I didn’t go outside, I didn’t move.  The main difference this time around, was that I had another little one to care for. How could I cope with all the nausea and fatigue AND be on top of the toddler game???  Besides the daily routine of caring for my 20 month old girl, how could I give her my full attention? How would I satisfy her need for stimulation and activity? How could I keep one step ahead of her explorations? How could I cope with her love for furniture climbing and crayon wall-art? And how could I handle her smelly nappies when I was feeling nauseous? Help!

With all this dread, I took one steady step at a time…  With almost precision clockwork the nausea arrived. But to my surprise, it didn’t seem as intense as last time. And to my delight, I went off some foods, not all foods. And I could actually function 50% of the day, which meant I got through the basics of caring for my toddler. I wasn’t a perfect mother. I was irritable and impatient. But I apologised frequently and somehow plodded through each day.

The biggest challenge was battling the heavy clouds of tiredness which descended every afternoon.  I tried to nap when Ashlin napped, but inevitably I needed a much longer nap than her daily 40 minute one. So in desperation, I set up a mattress in my lounge, ensured the room was toddler-proof, and yes, I began my stint of ‘parenting by television’. I did this with reluctance. I had no family around that could help me. It was only for a short season of our lives, I kept thinking, just to get through these rough weeks. As I dozed in and out of my catnaps, my girl seemed to be happily entertained. I gave her plenty of cuddles and explained that mummy was sick, and she seemed to accept our temporary couch potato arrangement.

During those weeks no cleaning or cooking was done. We lived on take-aways and dinner donations. We were in survival mode…  we just needed to get through! I was especially grateful for my dependable husband. He kept the household functioning: doing the dishes, laundry, grocery shopping etc. And of course he spent lots of time playing with Ashlin, making up for my lack of it. I couldn’t function like I normally would. Nothing about this time felt normal at all!

Well, we have finally emerged from those exhausting and difficult weeks. And to my amazement, my toddler is still intact and very happy! The second trimester is beginning and I’m rising out of that big dip in the rollercoaster ride. After 6 weeks of morning sickness and a week of painful sciatica, I am fresh out of things to be grumpy about!  Feeling healthy and normal and functional is totally underrated! And I’m loving it! Here’s to smooth riding through the next 6 months!

published: May 9th, 2010 | category: Deborah, Mum Guest Blogs, items of interest

These are the words I cried out one cold winter’s afternoon, as tears streamed down my face while I breastfed my newborn baby. Was I the only mother that felt so alone and so tired? I knew rationally that I wasn’t, but I had no sense of feeling connected to a community and no sense of collective support in my parenting journey. Perhaps it was a symptom of our modern world, where we have lost our clans. Those extended families that support parents as they care for babies. And caring for babies is such important work. Yet it at times it can be challenging and intense and exhausting!

My family does not live nearby, and at the time I had my newborn I was fairly new to my neighbourhood. Additionally, I was previously so busy with my career that I neglected getting to know my community. Suddenly I realised how isolated I was! Suddenly being alone and caring for a baby frequently felt boring and depressing and frightening. Surely this wasn’t how it was meant to be! The job seemed too huge for even two parents to sustain. I remembered reading once “it takes a community to raise a child”. It was obvious that I needed a tribe!

That is when I began to explore the area of co-operative parenting. Robin Grille, author of Parenting for a Peaceful World and Heart to Heart Parenting addresses this need in his books. It was a relief to read about how important this concept is and how I could actively seek and create my own co-operative parenting tribe. From there I found a parenting peer support group in my local area and met like-minded parents. We aim to share in each other’s lives, get to know each other’s children, and support each other practically and emotionally through difficult times. The benefits are amazing! We swap clothes, recipes, and food. We meet regularly and do fun things together. Not only do we get to debrief with each other and share ideas, but parenting is more pleasurable and less stressful. And me personally? I feel more nourished and better able to give richly back to my child.

For more info on Robin Grille and his books: www.our-emotional-health.com.

published: April 10th, 2010 | category: Deborah, road tests, toys

My inquisitive and sparky 19 month old Ashlin welcomed the Plan Toys wooden tea set with great gusto! She saw the box and ran to open it. What followed was copious amounts of pretend tea pouring and drinking, accompanied with a good dose of stirring with the cute little spoons.

I wondered how long the enthusiasm would last and to my delight she played with it for hours on that first afternoon, and every day since then. As a conscious parent I’m always on the lookout for wooden/natural toys that stimulate creativity and the imagination. The Plan Toys wooden tea set is recommended for 3 years +, a legal requirement due to some small parts (the wooden sugar cubes) that could be a choking hazard. As my 19 month old is bubbling with imagination and showing a keen interest in pretend play, I didn’t want to deny her the experience of a tea set. My compromise was to remove the 2 sugar cubes until she is old enough. This doesn’t detract from the hours of enjoyment this toy has brought. And perhaps it’s a good model for her, that a good cup of tea doesn’t need sugar after all!

 

 Meet Deborah, one of our new resident Road Testers.  Deborah is Mum to Ashlin and is from Victoria.  Welcome aboard Deborah! We look forward to reading Deborah’s Road Tests and also her Guest Blogs.