(I should add that I am writing this in the context of having recently peeved a couple people off. I think. I got some hate mail and I am still not quite sure how to interpret it… Because of the timing, I am assuming the straw that broke the camel’s back was probably the post about CIO.)
I am judged regularly for the way I choose to parent my kid. If I wanted to have a pity party, I could peruse the internet to find dozens of blogs and articles that say Attachment Parenting is spoiling a kid. I could read them and feel just horrible (I used to get REALLY riled up if I read something about bedsharing being bad or weird. I used to take it personally when I heard someone say extended breastfeeding is creepy. But in the year that I have been a mom, I have grown more and more confident in the decisions I have made and continue to make. Aint no one gonna tell me my kid can’t go straight to solids.
I have a history of trying to be everyone’s best friend. I’m done now though. I have opinions, and this is my blog where I voice them. You can read my opinions or not. You can comment or not. You can also start your own blog. I have never deleted a comment that was left on this blog.
I am in the process of figuring out some kind of new mission statement for mamanaturale.ca, which seems to be taking a direction that is making some people angry. But it’s helping others find community. I’m more interested in creating a space where like-minded mamas can go to feel a little more normal, than I am in convincing every mother on the island of Montreal or in Canada or in Australia (there are a serious amount of readers in Australia!) that “my way” is the best way, or the only way. I love preaching to the choir and think the more voices, the better.
I started this blog when I was pregnant and it is evolving. Just like we all are. My ideas and parenting philosophies are becoming firmer and firmer. We do things very specifically in this house. Maybe we will change our opinions if we have another child. If I do things now that I look back on later, and I cringe, I hope I can own them.
I am, indeed, only a mother of one. I do not have all the answers. Mostly I don’t have any. I wasn’t pretending to, and I spend a lot of energy asking for opinions and advice for the mothers who came before me.
I want to lay it all out here so there are no more secrets. You need to know where I’m coming from. You’re allowed to have your own beliefs. You’re allowed to voice them in the comment section. I’ll try not to take things personally if you promise to do the same.
Here goes (off the top of my head).
More things will come up, I’m sure. Maybe I’ll change my mind about some of the points above.
Thank you for reading my blog. If I say something that is not true, I’d appreciate being called out. But if you call me out in public, I will respond in public.
At 6-months-old, our 20lb child still goes to sleep one of two ways: Either by being nursed to sleep or rocked to sleep. These days, sometimes it takes both. Either her father or I will rock her (after putting her snugly in our Ergo Sport carrier). We put on our white noise machine or even better some Chet Baker or John Coltrane ballads. We do, after all, have a Jazz Baby. It usually doesn’t take very long, especially if we tap her bum to the beat of the music.
On the rare occasion we manage to get the sleeping baby out of the carrier into bed without waking her. Most often though, she wakes up a little, so I get in bed beside her and nurse her off to Lala Land.
Maybe it’s not ideal and it might sound crazy to some people. But we haven’t come up with any other alternatives.
I am completely unwilling to let my baby Cry It Out in whatever form it takes. I read this article and remembered why before Babe was born we decided we would never go that route.
So, that’s where we’re at. We still rock out 6-month-old to sleep. And to be honest, it’s not really that horrible.