Vagina dialogues

A dear friend had her baby girl today – the third child after two smart and rambunctious boys – and I have stared so many times at the picture of her beautiful little face. She arrives just a few weeks after another dear friend’s baby boy, and I am dying to hop a plane, train or automobile and get myself to these munchkins before they’re half grown.

I mentioned yesterday to Corin that Miss Harmony was going to have a baby soon. I said, “The baby is in her tummy today, and tomorrow it will be born. Isn’t that exciting?!” Sometimes, I hear myself talking and realize as the words leave my mouth that I am asking for trouble. Sure enough, here it came.

“Lina was in your tummy, but now she’s not.”

“Right.”

“How do babies come out of their mommies?” Oh, boy.

“Mommies have a special place God made for babies to come out.” This was very shaky territory.

“Where, mommy? Where is that place? What is it called?”

And, boom. Boy, did I set myself up for that one. I tried distraction and avoidance, to no avail. My inquisitive son was not to be deterred. I finally decided there was no way out but my tried and true matter-of-fact approach.

“The place is between their legs. It’s called a vagina.”

And there you have it. If you run into my now world-wise son, and he happens to tell your still-innocent child where babies come out, you know whom to blame.

Happy birthday, firstborn

March 18 three years ago brought me this scrawny, goopy, cone-headed bundle of wonder:

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That day, I met my firstborn, my son, my introduction to motherhood and a love so much bigger than words.

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As I watch my 3-year-old race around the house and listen to him chatter about his latest imaginary adventures, it’s hard to remember that tiny body I cradled in the hours after his birth: A stranger, so new, so alien, so helpless. How much has changed in three years, for him and for me.

Corin’s birthday weekend began with an awesome afternoon playing with his cousin Benjamin, who was staying with Grandma and Grandpa. Then yesterday, I summoned my energy reserves and threw a Curious George party, because I’ve learned that nothing compares to seeing my little boy having fun. He did, and it was so worth it. All these little ones are growing up so very fast. They’re learning to interact and crack each other up, and it is awesome.

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Our best attempt at a family photo

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The birthday boy making use today of one of Grandma and Grandpa’s gifts

Look closely at that family photo, and you’ll see two very tired adults who are navigating our share of stressful times on less sleep than we’d like, a wound-up little boy who had banged his head on the edge of his bed hours before the party, and a baby who was rapidly reaching the must-get-to-bed-now point. But, it is our family. That was not always a given for us. The day of my son’s birth will forever be the day we moved from hopes and dreams to reality. Life is hard and messy. There is no avoiding that. But both of my children are utter miracles. Today is Corin’s day, the day we celebrate the gift he is to our family. I cannot imagine my life without him, and I am infinitely grateful to a good God that I do not have to. My heart really does beat in that sweet, shy, funny, smart, energetic, quietly stubborn little guy’s body, and there’s nothing for it but to keep loving and praying like crazy.

Happy birthday, son of mine. How glad I am you are here.

This just happened in our house tonight

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Corin’s crib has a very low mattress setting that these many months kept him from climbing out. We got a lot of mileage out of that bottom setting. But he will be three in a month, and it really was time. So tonight, Jon took the front off the bed and installed the toddler railing. I can tell you someone was very, very excited about this new development.

Tonight, I tucked the blanket around my sweet boy, his lovey and his stuffed zebra. His head rested on a full-sized pillow for the first time. I sat on the edge of the bed as I rubbed his back, and I remembered the tiny body that once looked so lost in that giant crib.

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I needed this tonight. I needed a reminder, amidst the exhausting drudgery of more sickness and terrible feedings, that tiny babies grow up awfully fast. The reminder is two-fold: time with little ones is fleeting and to be treasured. And also, it gets easier.

Work and family: Thoughts on a cultural struggle

I had a very interesting discussion this morning with several girlfriends in an online conversation thread. It started with a comment on this image of Licia Ronzulli, a member of European Parliament, and progressed to a broader discussion about feminism, U.S. work culture and the way we individually and as a society relate to children and parenthood.

Some of us were mothers, some were not. We had very different perspectives (which did not align according to childbearing status), and it really got me thinking.

My reaction to the photo was, “Good for her.” In contrast, some friends felt it was inappropriate to bring your child into your professional workplace as a likely distraction to colleagues and yourself. The sentiment was something like, “Any woman who does this is asking for a loss of professional credibility.” And also, “No way would I be able to get any work done with my kids around. Work and parenting do not mix.”

Here’s the thing: I believe we do a terrible job in this country of finding the right balance between our professional lives and our family lives. We are a stressed-out culture facing issues of growing mental illness. The U.S. has grown up with the belief that hard work should and will be rewarded. Americans are driven to succeed. We admire professional achievement and dedication. Those are good things. But I believe this has progressed to a serious cultural problem with balancing work with personal time, and particularly time with our families. We have a work culture that rewards and often expects focus on work to the exclusion of all else. This has clearly become an issue for women, given they often carry the larger share of responsibility for children, but it also affects men.

One friend on the conversation thread this morning said she was told by her boss not to even mention her children at work, because it was career suicide. This raises my hackles, for myriad reasons. Yes, this manager was stating reality. But a man would likely not be given similar instructions, nor would he risk being viewed as less competent for having a child, as if parenthood had robbed him of his ability to function in the professional realm. But the problem goes deeper.

The moms on our conversation thread all have young children, and we have all chosen to leave various careers to stay home with our kids. But I was a working mom for the first 10 months of Corin’s life, and I hope to someday make some type of professional contribution again. And the reality is most moms do not have the luxury of staying home as we have. Many of these women are likely to be working for the employers least likely to make accommodations for the needs of children and family.

What happens when the demands of work leave little room for family? I suggest one consequence is a nation of highly-stressed, exhausted and dissatisfied adults. Another is an increasing number of women who, feeling they are facing a choice between career and family, choose the latter. A third is the notorious “mommy track,” in which capable professional women with families face stigmatization and narrowed opportunities. And on the male side of the equation, husbands and fathers are absent from family life because of the outsize demands of work.

I do not mean to suggest women who stay home are living with an unfortunate choice forced upon them. I chose to leave the professional work force because I believe this is the best thing for our family, love being with my kids, and have chosen this as my current full-time job. I suspect many full-time moms feel the same. However, as I mentioned, I would someday love to return to a greater professional contribution. This is no easy task for someone who has been out of the work force and is looking for an opportunity that will accommodate the continuing demands of family. Had I a better opportunity to maintain some level of professional involvement while raising young children, I likely would take it. (In many ways, this issue of work-family balance is related to my earlier post about the unrealistic expectations we have set for ourselves.)

I know the tension between career and family will never entirely disappear. There are huge challenges for any adult attempting to juggle the demands of a job and children, regardless of how family-friendly the culture or employer. I think we do a disservice when we communicate to parents that you really can “have it all.” However, we in the U.S. have a much greater problem with finding work-family balance than do many other cultures around the world.

I am familiar with the arguments against efforts to create a more family-friendly work environment. Often, a political argument frames the issue in terms of entitlement or asking someone else to solve what should be personal problems. Businesses argue that they cannot sustain the costs of more flexible and family-friendly policies. There seems to be resentment that employees who are fully compensated would somehow expect more from their employers, and a belief that family-friendly policies would damage our ability to compete in the global market. (This article makes an excellent argument for the opposite, as do real-world examples of top-tier companies such as Google.) But I think those lines of argument miss the point. Ultimately, the question seems to me to be: What values do we as a culture wish to embrace and encourage? We currently seem to be sending a very mixed cultural message that says, “Family is so important,” but that ultimately emphasizes professional achievement and material success at the expense of family life.

Obviously, the solution is not for parents to all bring their children to work. But I really believe we, as a culture, have to decide to place greater value on our families. More flexible schedules and part-time opportunities, a more open-minded attitude towards the co-existence of professionalism and parenting, a reward system that acknowledges hard work and achievement but also encourages a balanced approach… These are things I would wish for myself in the years ahead and even more so for my children in the next generation.

Facing the ugly

I recently connected with a local group of fellow Down syndrome moms on Facebook. I’m not big on New Year’s resolutions, but it is a goal of mine for the coming year to begin building a support network of parents of children with special needs. I know it’s going to become increasingly valuable to have that shared experience and to be able to talk to parents who understand and can offer information and advice as we navigate Lina’s growing up years.

It has taken me a little time to work up to this fairly obvious idea. It wasn’t so much that I didn’t want to be a part of the special needs community, but more that I was afraid of being overwhelmed and discouraged by older children facing challenges we weren’t prepared to think about yet. This may still be something I have to guard against. It seems to be important, at least for now, to focus primarily on the immediate future and not get too far ahead of myself. I will occasionally run across a mention somewhere of a potential Down syndrome issue I wasn’t aware of, and it never fails to give my heart a little jolt: “Oh. Something else to worry about.” For a moment, my reaction feels like those childhood days when I would close my eyes and cover my ears to shut out something unpleasant. The feeling passes, and I move on. But I don’t care to expose myself to too much of that too quickly.

It has been a growing realization for me over the past four months that I am not raising any Down syndrome child. I am raising my child, who happens to have Down syndrome. Somehow, that makes a big difference. Understanding challenges common with Down syndrome is helpful, to a point. I just don’t want to worry too much about issues we may or may not face in the years to come. (Confession: I still haven’t read through those “about Down syndrome” books.) I know challenges will come, but Lina will be unique, as is every child. And when they do come, we will have good resources to help and will work with all our strength to overcome them. It’s that knowledge that helps me move on from those unpleasant bits of information and has helped me feel ready to look for ways to get involved in the special needs community. And I probably will pick up those Down syndrome books some, too, at least as a reference when needed.

But to get back to the moms’ Facebook group… One of the members recently posted a link to this video, from Houston, Texas: Waiter stands up for special needs child

I know I’m still rather naive about these sorts of things. Lina is small enough that her diagnosis is not immediately evident to strangers. And in her short few months of life, we have been insulated and surrounded by people who love us and love her and have helped us believe the world will be a safe place for her. It gives me a whole different kind of jolt to realize there are actually families out there who would say something so baldy hateful, so terribly ugly, as “Special needs children need to be special somewhere else.” I understand people who are generally uninformed about Down syndrome and who may say things that are unintentionally hurtful. I can cut them some slack and hopefully help broaden their views a bit, just by coming in contact with my sweet girl. (Not that I won’t still feel a bit defensive and angry.) But I do not understand the kind of willful ignorance and prejudice that would cause parents to say something like that, apparently in front of their children. But thank God, that story is really a hopeful one, where the instinct of the waiter, and apparently of many other people, is to soundly reject that sentiment and to embrace the little boy and his family. I don’t know if we’ll ever find ourselves in a situation like that. We may. It would hurt me deeply, and I might have a very hard time turning my cheek in biblical fashion. I look at my little girl, and I see someone so beautiful, so infinitely precious, who has burrowed her way so deeply into my heart that we are forever intertwined. What a gift that is, and what a gift to know that God feels that same way about her, multiplied a hundred-fold and more. With that confidence, I can face the world and hopefully equip my daughter to face it, too.

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Christmas retrospective

Christmas is over and a new year has begun. Every single year, this takes me by surprise. How is it that we have tucked another holiday season under our belts and girded ourselves for 2013? 2013! That still sounds impossibly futuristic to me. I do love the beginning of new years, though. Jon and I rang this one in very quietly, at home on our couch, watching the latest Batman movie on our new Blu-ray player and tuning in to a time-delayed NYC broadcast just in time to see the ball drop and to share a sweet kiss. I’m okay with that start to this year. Quiet, at home with the things that really matter. Maybe next year we’ll dress up and find somewhere exciting to go. But this year, quiet was just right.

It was a good Christmas. We spent a week with Jon’s family in Georgia. Corin spent long hours roaming the cold, wet outdoors with Grandpa, and I enjoyed the freedom to get down on the floor and really soak in Baby Girl. Lina is smiling and cooing like nobody’s business, and it makes me happy. Sometimes I feel as if she might be getting gypped with how divided my attention often is at home. I do make time to cuddle and talk to her, to get down to her eye level and cheer for her tummy time achievements, but often I’m stopping to tickle her for a moment or to get in her face for a quick smile and hello as I pass on my way to put away more laundry or to help big brother with his pants for another potty break. (Ah, potty training, there’s a topic for another day. I’ve said that before, haven’t I?!)

In any case, this Christmas, the riches of family willing to entertain my children meant I got to spend some good one-on-one time with each of them. And then there was the glorious food, the gifts, the holiday movies, the church musical, the telling and re-telling of the Greatest Story until Corin could recite it back to us. (By the way, if you don’t have it, this is now my very favorite kids’ Christmas book.)

We made a stop to see friends in Knoxville for one night on our way home, and then it was New Year’s on the couch and a second Christmas with my family, which was complicated by sickness that has since taken up dwelling at our house. (Croup? Really? I had the clearly mistaken impression that only happened in Anne of Green Gables novels.) But Corin and his cousin still got some good time together to play with new Christmas treasures, and as always, the memories are the very best thing we take from the holidays into the new year.

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Watching Christmas movies with my boy

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That sweet face – 3 months

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Eline at three months

  • Smiles more and responds to us with wiggles and a growing variety of coos
  • Can roll onto her side and is working very hard to roll from back to stomach
  • Tolerates tummy time pretty well
  • Sucks her thumb but gets frustrated with not being able to keep it in her mouth for very long
  • Sleeps at least 6 hours at night
  • Takes 4 – 4 1/2 oz. of mixed formula/breast milk six times a day and generally leaks much less than she had been
  • Hates wet or dirty diapers (I have to remember to check her diaper when she gets fussy, since that was never something Corin minded!)
  • Weighs about 11 lb. and is just over 22 in. long
  • Is getting better at holding her head up but is still a little wobbly
  • Can grip small, light toys for short periods
  • Continues to be a generally happy, content and easy-going baby

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Telling us all about it

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It’s hard to talk about what Lina has brought to our lives without wading deep into sap. But truly, she is a joy. Down syndrome is certainly a part of who Lina is, but it no longer feels as if it defines our reality or determines how we view our girl. When strangers admire my baby, I feel pure pride. Jon and I both find we sometimes forget there is anything different about Lina. Sure, we continue to be confronted with the fact that her muscles are not as strong as many babies, and as a result, her smiles are harder-won. I might feel the occasional stab when I hear parents bragging about their babies’ new accomplishments. But Down syndrome is taking its rightful place as just another small part of our family’s story and of who Lina is. It feels good.

Win, lose or draw on the home front

I’m not going to lie. The last couple weeks have kicked our butts. No special reason, really. Just a lot of very tired and not keeping up. I planned to share photographic proof of our perpetual laundry situation, but now I can’t find the photo. It’s really more of a laundry war, and I can tell you who’s NOT winning.

In any case, the crickets here in the blog world assuredly do not indicate a lack of happenings in the real-world Sharp household.

First of all, we were able to take a last-minute cancellation opening at the Vanderbilt Downs Clinic a little over a week ago. It was no easy thing to drop Corin off at a friend’s house and get ourselves to downtown Nashville, navigate Vandy’s parking and get in to the office by 8 a.m. (okay, we were 20 minutes late), but the appointment was worthwhile. We met with a series of people who specialize in Down syndrome, starting with the doctor and then moving on to various therapists. It was especially helpful to meet with the speech/feeding therapist, who had some helpful suggestions on a new feeding position and a few other tips for the area that is definitely still our major challenge with Lina. The physical and occupational therapists also had some suggestions on activities and play positions we could use to help encourage small and gross motors skills and muscle development. Everyone we dealt with was very friendly and professional and so good with Lina. We’ll be going back at six months for another visit. At some point, they will likely make specific recommendations for ongoing therapy, which will then be incorporated into Lina’s early intervention plan.

Lina turned three months old last week, which I will outline in a separate post. And yesterday, she made her acting debut as Baby Jesus in both performances of our church’s Christmas play. She was perfect, and I admit, I teared up several times.

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Otherwise, we’ve been very busy with Christmas preparations and the general minutia of life with small children. Lina is on day eight of a frustrating bout with a stomach bug (I’ll spare you the details that have resulted in a terribly sore little bottom), in addition to a stuffy nose she caught from brother, who is on his second cold of recent weeks. ‘Tis the season. We will be leaving soon for a lovely week celebrating the holiday with Jon’s family in Georgia. Added bonus: lots of people on hand who love to feed and entertain our children! In the meantime, I am looking forward to wrapping packages and baking cookies for delivery to the neighbors – two of my favorite Christmastime activities.

And now there is a hungry baby to feed and a napless toddler to help wrangle…

That sweet face – 2 months

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  • Awake more during the day, sometimes only dozing between feedings but generally napping at least an hour before the next bottle
  • Nighttime sleep varies quite a bit, anywhere from 4 – 7 hours
  • Continues to make more eye contact and notice more of her surroundings
  • Has given just a few precious, full-on smiles but mostly gives her bright-eyed almost-smiles
  • Generally a good-natured baby who only fusses when she needs something (diaper change, sleep, food)
  • Holds her head and sometimes chest up off the floor for 10-15 seconds and lifts her head and torso off mama’s shoulder for short amounts of time
  • Still loves to be held and cuddled, but also loves the swing, which has made mama’s life much easier (Thank you, Jessica, for the loan!)
  • Takes 4 1/2 to 5 oz. of breast milk or half breast milk/half formula six (occasionally seven) times a day, but sometimes goes very slowly (anywhere from 30 to 50 minutes per feeding) and continues to leak quite a bit at every feeding
  • Is terribly GASSY!
  • Has outgrown many of her newborn size clothes and is beginning to wear her 3 month sizes
  • At her pediatrician appointment today, weighed 9 lb. 4 oz. and was 20 1/2 in. long – small (10th percentile) but right on track for her growth curve

You are my sunshine

Already, I can’t imagine life without her.