Archive | October, 2010

Friday Afternoon Transition

22 Oct

Today when I ran to South Station to catch my train my thoughts collided with each other. I wasn’t done with work but time was telling me to focus on home and what had to get done. As I completed conference calls and answered emails on the train, a stream of thoughts were running below like the stock ticker on the bottom of the news – what birthday parties do we have to attend? What new foods should I feed the babies? Why are we having an open house again? Will anyone buy our house? Where should I get jeans and fitted for new bras? What size am I now? What am I going to have for dinner?

My husband called me while I was on the train and said that he had a work dinner. I was thrilled. I knew that I could get the children to sleep and then I could complete work so I would be free to enjoy the weekend. I dangled Grey’s Anatomy in front of me to keep the focus on getting the work done. Dan called to let me know that he and his work colleague were coming to the house while they waited for the table at the restaurant. They stopped my flow by talking to me and giving me great wine. Once they left I still had 80 emails, but at least I had a good feeling in my veins to keep me going. I didn’t get to Grey’s but I milked the wine until I got to the last unread email.

Now I can switch my personal life to be on top and the work stuff can take up residency on the ticker until Monday when we start again.


Milk It 2

5 Oct

The inspiration for this blog name is summed up below.  But the blog will take many different roads beyond motherhood, as I realize the phrase Milk It applies to a lot of things and attitudes.

For my first child I nursed for seven months and had stockpiled enough breast milk so she never had formula until she was nine months old. I had twins on March 12th, a boy and a girl.  Breastfeeding them was  a bit more of a challenge, first of all there were two hungry babies and second of all my body was four years older.  Eventually the milk came in and everyone was happy.  But everyday and every night it was up to me to provide sustenance for them.  It was very stressful, although I don’t remember the early days that well, I just remember the mantra of day by day.  My husband didn’t want me to continue, he saw how tired I was and wanted me to take better care of myself.  But I persevered because I was still going to have to get up in the middle of the night with them, so making a bottle is not easier.  In my mind I kept thinking that my daughter got the benefits of being breastfed and she will always have the benefit of being first born.  The least I could do was try to make this as fair as possible out of the gate.

So, here I am almost seven months in and I know the time is almost up.  I lament the impending end.  I love breastfeeding for many reasons.

1.) It’s good for the babies – protects against allergies, obesity and other health related issues

2.) It’s good bonding between mother and babies

3.) Lower’s the mother’s risk of breast cancer and type 2 diabetes

4.) Cheaper than formula and with twins I can tell you we go through a lot of formula (the babies are on formula during the day and sometimes a cocktail depending on how much I’m able to pump during the time I’m at work or traveling.)

5.) WEIGHT LOSS – I am back to my pre-baby weight. But I suspect a lot of that is loss of muscle.  It’s difficult to workout when you don’t sleep.

6.) Clear skin

7.) Longer hair – although it is falling out at an alarming rate, there is a lot of it growing to cover the loss

8.) Less work at night, you don’t have to make bottles (Now I know what you’re thinking, they are 6.5 months, why are they still getting up? Well, I can’t tell you why, I can tell you that they just are.)

9.) May boost intelligence of the baby, not the mother – sleep deprivation puts a stop to that for sure

10.) As a working mom, it is the one thing that can eliminate guilt for leaving your children with someone that’s not you for long stretches of time. As soon as they see or smell your scent they get excited and can’t wait to nurse.

So I lament.  I wonder if they will still be excited to see me walk in the door at night if they are just going to get a bottle.  I wonder how much weight I’ll put on before I can work out on a regular basis.  Luckily I have sizes 2-10 in my closet.  I know the babies have received their fair share of benefits from this.  I know they are fine with food and formula.  So mostly it’s about me and my benefits. It’s about not worrying about what I eat.  It’s about the bonding.  It’s about the long hair.  So forgive me but I’m going to milk it for as long as I can.

Fire Starter

5 Oct

I want to be a fire starter rather than a firefighter. Firefighters are reactive and jump from one problem to the next. Fire Starters don’t let anything get in their way – they blaze new trails. They are an innovative lot who pride themselves on not getting hung up by rules or social graces. Firefighters don’t have time to think, they just do and do and do. Fire Starters think of a movement and galvanize others to join or at least follow. I would hedge a bet that Fire Starters are more emotional while their counter parts are much more rational. Which brings us to the question – can we change who we are? If we are born Firefighters can we hold back on what is right and just and immediate in order to embrace the carefree expressions that Fire Starters define themselves by?

I think so. It just takes patience and energy. It is much harder to resist the urge to fill your time and day with tasks, than it is to check items off the massive to do list. You need to train your mind a new habit. Think of it has milking your time. You want every drop to count towards a richer expenditure of time. If you are going to do something, do something you can hold up and say, “I did that.” And to heck with the stuff no one will remember not getting done, never mind notice it.