(I originally saw this link posted on Cafe Mom’s “the stir” Image is also from there)
Why? not because she was doing anything wrong, or illegal, but because she was pregnant.
She wasn’t even drinking!
The bouncer took it upon himself to tell her to leave. Many people argue he had a right.
Why? because she was pregnant?
Last time i checked being pregnant in a bar wasn’t illegal. They argue he was worried and trying to protect the bar.
Oh, fine, but wouldn’t it be his job to protect every patron in that bar and not just the pregnant one? Then why did he only ask her to leave?
If she wasn’t doing anything wrong, they don’t have a right to ask her to leave, and there is nothing illegal with a woman being in a bar pregnant.
Hell, she can smoke & drink if she wants to (i’m not agreeing, or saying that’s ok!) it isn’t illegal, and that means the bouncer doesn’t have a right to make her leave simply because she’s pregnant.
It would be akin to asking someone to leave just because they’re gay, straight, white, black, purple, liberal, democrat, vegan, whatever. Just because the bouncer didn’t agree with a pregnant woman being in there, doesn’t mean he had a right to make her leave.
It’s discrimination. He discriminated against her just because she happened to be pregnant.
“We live in a country where people feel increasingly empowered to make decisions for pregnant woman.”
Randomly stumbling on stumbleupon,i came across this:
1. It’s more fun to color outside the lines.
- If you’re gonna draw on the wall, do it behind the couch.
3. Ask why until you understand.
- Hang on tight.
5. Even if you’ve been fishing for 3 hours and haven’t gotten anything except poison ivy and a sunburn, you’re still better off than the worm.
- Make up the rules as you go along.
7. It doesn’t matter who started it.
Ask for sprinkles.
If the horse you’re drawing looks more like a dog, make it a dog.
Save a place in line for your friends.
Sometimes you have to take the test before you’ve finished
12. If you want a kitten, start out asking for a horse.
Just keep banging until someone opens the door.
Making your bed is a waste of time.
There is no good reason why clothes have to match.
Even Popeye didn’t eat his spinach until he absolutely had to.
You work so hard pedaling up the hill that you hate to brake on
the way down.
18. You can’t ask to start over just because you’re losing the game.
I Will Carry You
I love that I can kiss your head
Just inches away from my lips
Our hearts beat together as I carry you
Perched up high you see my world
Then turn your head in and sleep
Resting on me you are safe
Your body next to mine you are secure
We are in tune in this external womb
In my arms you will be
Until you are ready to venture out
But until then, I promise,
I will carry you.
~ Michelle Abernathy
Now that Lady Girl’s almost two and a whopping 27 lbs (as of a month ago) our baby wearing days are getting few & far between. She’s an on-the-go toddler who has three older brothers to chase after and doesn’t seem as interested as the wrap as her newborn baby self did, but there are still moments. The other day when i was doing the dishes and she was being extra clingy, we put the wrap on and she got her snuggles while “helping”me with the dishes. It was sort of bittersweet. As if she was saying “hey mom, i know i’m growing up fast, but sometimes i still need this”
This is going to sound bad to anyone that hasn’t experienced it, but those of you that have will totally get it; I love toddler nursing.
Don’t get me wrong, newborn / baby nursing is an awesome bonding experience, but it’s all about a need for nutrition. For the baby, nursing at that age is just a means to get that nutrition. Something their instincts tell them to do. Sure, there’s still the cuddling and touching need, but on the whole it’s nutrition.
As they become toddlers though, it’s about way more. It’s nutrition mixed with comfort and cuddling.
When Lady Girl is blissfully nursing, she looks right at me (when she’s not busy trying to look at everything else) for that moment it’s just the two of us. And you know she wants to smile. Her face is lit up. Then she points to her eye, then her chest, then at me (it’s something Hubby started when C was little, to say I love you, that he’s done with all the kids)
It just melts my heart.
All the cracked nipples, thrush, bad latches, growth spurts and leaking are worth it in those moments.
Sure, i could do without the nursing aerobics that come with nursing a toddler, but those moments? I’m going to be sad to see them go.
Lady Girl was having some weight gain issues when she was first born.
We discovered on boxing day during a routine midwife visit that instead of gaining back her lost weight, like she “should” have, she had lost a couple of ounces.She was sleeping through feedings, and not staying latched on long enough to get a good serving of “hindmilk” (which is the fatty milk) She was showing no signs of dehydration, and her suck/latch were fine, so we knew it was just a matter of getting her to stay on and nurse for a bit longer so she could get the fat milk.. but how?We tried diapering her when she fell asleep, burping her,undressing her, opening windows, every little trick we could imagine, and nothing worked. She was just tired and wanted to sleep.
It was a vicious cycle, she was too tired to nurse for too long, which is why she wasn’t gaining the weight and thriving she was lethargic because she wasn’t gaining weight. Eventually Hubby discovered a way to wake her up.
He would rub her face against his face, he was trying to grow a small beard, so of course his face was coarse with small hair. It woke her up right away.She hated it. But she would wake up, and was able to nurse a little more.
That combined with waking her every two hours, and block feeding, and we got her weight back on track within a week.
Thankfully.If we hadn’t gotten her weight up within that week we were going to possibly have to top her up after one of her small feedings. The midwife and I were hoping i’d be able to pump some hindmilk so I would avoid using formula, but I just didn’t have the supply to pump. So during that week that we were doing all the block feedings I also took fenugeek tea and tried to increase my supply so that I would be able to pump at least some should her weight have not increased.
But it did.She was born at 8 lbs 3 oz,she was 7 lbs 12 oz on boxing day and by the 29th, after changing nursing routine, we noticed a 3 oz increase.By december 31st she was 8 lbs 2 oz.
On Jan 7th she was 8 lbs 9 1/2 oz and today she weighed in at 9 lbs 1 1/2 oz!!Her weight is fine. She’s thriving, and happy.
We never had to worry about the top ups, thankfully.
It’s amazing what just a few small changes can do to help 🙂