Monthly Archives: June 2010

Tiresome and Dangerous Beauty

In less than a month, I will be a parent. This being said, I have been actively seeking advice from any parent that will pay attention to me (in real-life and online.) I’m also reading books and taking classes, but I prefer to hear what worked for REAL people. With REAL human babies. Which I assume I will give birth to very soon. Although, if I have a litter of cats, I would know exactly what to do.

Here are a few examples of the advice (solicited and unsolicited) that I am getting from some wonderful moms and dads:

On Birth:

  1. Take the epidural. Drugs are your friend. Don’t try to prove anything. Natural birth is crazy.
  2. Definitely go for a natural birth. It is best for you and baby. Swim with dolphins during birth if you have to. Do chanting and light candles. Hospitals are evil.

On Feeding:

  1. Breastfeeding is really hard. You have to be a saint to do it and some babies just won’t feed from mom. Supplementing or formula feeding is just fine. So-and-so grew up on formula and he is a brilliant scientist Olympian who rescues sea turtles.
  2. You have to breastfeed. There is no other choice. And you have to do it within an hour of the birth. Breast is best. You should be comfortable enough to breastfeed in the nude on public transportation if you have to. It’s your right. If you have to supplement or use formula you should feel like a horrible mom. Good luck, you will be great!

On Sleeping:

  1. Babies are loud sleepers. Put him down to sleep in the crib from day one or you will be sorry. And you will never sleep again.
  2. You must co-sleep with your baby. Or with a bassinet near your bed. It makes night feedings so much easier. Or you will be sorry. And you will never sleep again.

On Help:

  1. Make sure your mom is there right after the birth for at least a week. And don’t leave your bed. Friends and family will feed you, clean your house and take care of the baby in the first weeks. Don’t try to do too much or you will burn out and fall into post-partum depression.
  2. Make sure you and your husband have alone time with the baby in the first weeks to help with bonding. Limit visitors. If you don’t, he will be over-stimulated and confused as to who his parents are. The family unit will crumble and then you will probably get divorced.

SO.

Maybe I am exaggerating a wee bit on some of these. Most advice I’ve received has been well-meaning. And I do like to hear about what worked and what didn’t from parents that have been through it already.

BUT:

Obviously there are different styles of parenting. Most people think they know best, which is probably true for their family. In fact, I’m sure that it’s near impossible for them not to do what they think best for their baby. But knowing what is right for my family? We will find out on our own when we get there. At least I know my options. Right and wrong can only be decided by Mom and Dad. Not by a neighbor, friend, grandparent, coworker, or woman on the street who is interested in my birth plan.

HOWEVER, there is one piece of advice nearly everyone has given me.

On the Home Stretch:

  1. Get as much sleep as possible before the baby arrives. Nap, sleep in, sleep at work, sleep, sleep, SLEEP.

CURSES! I suck at this. I have never had a problem sleeping until pregnancy. But now, when I am supposed to be taking advantage of  sleeping in, I wake up with the stupid sun every morning in between 5 and 6. At least I am good with napping. Although napping at work is surely frowned upon.

An advantage to waking up this early is quietly watching the sun rise with one Schween Boley.

Can you see her in the lower left of the nursery windows?

Then we make our way to the balcony to start the day. She is in her signature Cooked Turkey position on the left.

Although it is gorgeous, this does become a tiresome way to start the day at 9 months pregnant when I should be “taking advantage of sleep” as they say.

Speaking of skies, we have had a billion thunderstorms in the Chicago area recently. This has made for some incredibly beautiful and dangerous looking skies. Last week, there were tornado warnings followed by a rainbow and some golden/amber colored light. My mom was driving WITH THE STORM from Chicago through northwest Indiana and into Michigan. Probably the worst time to drive ever. She’s fine by the way.

I really need to break down and get a tripod so I can take a photo that isn’t grainy. I stitched this rainbow together from some shots taken towards the east off of our balcony. Click any of these to view full size…and full grain :(

Seriously, the sky was glowing. I didn’t change the color of that photo. See, here is what Alma captured in Oak Park.

And this next shot shows the storm from its backside. It was looming over northwest Indiana as my mom drove through, while most people were in their basements. Pretty, eh? But yikes for sure.

A Year Ago

One of the advantages of posting photos all over the internet, is the date and time stamp that goes with that habit. I’ve never been one to frame many photos at home, keep a scrapbook, or any type of photo album. But I have a Flickr account. And I have this place. It’s rad to be able to see what was going on exactly a year ago to the day. I imagine this online photo habit will be great for looking back on wee baby Boley when he is not so wee anymore.

On the night June 26th 2009, I was riding with two beautiful ladies in a rickshaw with a belly full of some of the best food I have ever eaten. We were in Austin Texas for the HOW Design Conference. What a trip.

Decadence

{I’m thinking to myself how much I want a bowl of cereal before bed. I used to get a bedtime snack for years when I was little me. Usually Cheerios with honey on them.}

So I ask Justin, “Did you get bedtime snacks when you were little?”

“I used to get a big mug of hot tea and then put lots of sugar in it to make sweet tea. Then sometimes some ice cream.”

“…What?”

“Yeah. Then I would take it to a bath and read a book. I was in middle school.”

*maniacal laughter*

“You’ve never read a book in the bathtub while eating ice cream? It’s pretty sweet.”

“No.”

“That is how I learned the word DECADENCE. My mom told me, ‘You know that is a very decadent thing you’re doing.”

*omg bahahahahh*

What kind of middle school boy reads in the bathtub? I wish I knew him back then. Hilarious.

“Any Day Now?!”

I hear that or “You are ready to pop that baby out” about 10–23,140 times a day now. I can’t be too mad about it. I would think the same thing if I saw me waddling around. Although I wish I could answer with “Yep! Just minutes away!” Sadly, my answer is always “In July,” or “A month left!” Which is always met with pity and well wishes.

My belly is just really big. It is the largest in my birthing class, the most ginormous of the pregnant ladies at work, the most rotund of the red line train. People, what can I say? I make big baby houses. You may say to me “OH GEEZ, look how cute you are!!” But to answer the questions you aren’t vocalizing, yes I am most uncomfortable nearly all the time. Yes, I am pretty much ready to go. Yes, I have stretch marks. I don’t like being called big mama.

S T R E T C H MARKS. I’ve been happily and foolishly oiling my belly for months thinking I wouldn’t get any. Bah. They showed up in the last two days. HELLO. I’m just getting used to the idea of having them, and Justin is being very sweet about the new development. He said that if he got scars from doing something he was really proud of, he wouldn’t be ashamed at all. “What? These things? Oh, they are from when I made something AWESOME.” So he gets bonus husband points for that one.

But I can’t forget how lucky I am to be able to carry a baby around for so long already. I remember doing visualizations during the first trimester to make the baby stay. I feared a miscarriage like many moms do in the early weeks, but baby seems to be happy where he is, and I am grateful he is growing to massive proportions. (I just hope he stays under 10lbs.) I am thrilled to have a pointy frog bottom crushing my ribs. Blissful about bladder punches. Satisfied with swelling. (Actually I loathe the swelling. And the face is the most cruel of all swelling.)

I can’t just sit in the apartment for the next month waiting. Even though I am supposed to take it easy because of my elevated heart rate, Justin and I decided to walk to Loyola Park/Beach. It is a few blocks from our new apartment, and we thought we would see what was happening on one of the most gorgeous days Chicago has seen this year. We were expecting it to be packed. It was not crowded at all. It was perfect.

Does anyone even know about this beach? It is huge and attached to a gorgeous park.

Justin's private life guard

peekaboo

So, there were actually people here. Some kind of patchwork mural on the cement bench barrier was being done.

Good idea.

More pictures here.

35 weeks

I think I might be pregnant forever. That is all.

The Watched Pot

I know you aren’t supposed to hang out staring at the water on the stove. You aren’t doing anything to help it. The water knows how to boil on its own, and you are just a foolish human spectator.

I watch it anyway. It is boring, but beautiful, and lets me zone out.

Sadly, zoning out is a daily thing for me now. Not by choice. I’m feeling some guilt about this, as we are busy at work. I’m not on top of my game at all. Brainstorms? I usually love them. Now I am a spectator with little to add. Speaking in coherent sentences to freelance illustrators? Not really. I’m trying, I really am. It seems that my mind is occupied with growing a human. I wince during meetings while Baby B tries to exit out of my left side. Glad to know he is well in there, but oooowww. He needs a swaddling. If anyone on my team is reading this, a thousand apologies. I am probably not going to be the sharpest art director for the next 39 days.

Are there advantages of living with this distracted and mushy mind?

Ummmm.

derrrrr…what…wait…what was I talking about? Where am I? Huh?

Hey, want to see a picture of a pie that I totally messed up?

oops

Yeah, it is clearly a runny pie. But the good news is, we dumped it in a container and used it for ice cream topping for a couple of days. So how can I count that as a total failure? Some may even call it a win.

And something else that I (ahem, nature) accomplished recently is growing these little wonders from seed. I don’t think I have grown anything from seed since elementary school.

Not claiming this took brain power to grow or anything, but it's something.

This mushy mind is good for something after all. I can let my eyes rest on things that an overactive mind would pass up. I can relax into a comfortable stare in .2 seconds on just about anything. Uncooked pasta becomes interesting. Bread is beauty. My squirrel collection is the Last Supper. My life is not yet a blur. It feels more like someone sat on the remote and paused me. So I will stare at the still frame awhile longer, and enjoy the quiet peace.

Patrick is healing nicely. He just needs a few more years in the cast.

Guest Post: First Things

Hi, this is Megan’s husband, Justin.  My wife has graciously leased me a tiny corner of MegaGood territory so that I can ramble a bit this afternoon.  I am entirely too inconsistent and self-conscious to build my own spot, so I applaud all of you–especially my wife–for having the courage to share so much in this medium.  You guys (girls?  ladies? moms? dads? cats?) rock.

Here’s a list of First Things that I look forward to seeing/experiencing with my son and my wife.  Feel free to add your own in the comments–things you would look forward to, or things you really remember from past experiences.

The list is in no particular order and I left out many of the obvious specific ones, like hearing him talk or seeing him walk.  I made this list because I am absolutely mind-$#*&^$ by the concept of re-experiencing “Firsts” through the eyes of my kid.  It’s long, and not really funny, and there’s no great pictures, but maybe Megan can edit.

Firsts!

  1. He reads his first book. This has a special meaning to me because reading has played such a huge role in my own life.  For as long as I can remember, the written word has been a refuge for me in introvert re-charge times and the catalyst for my imagination.  I can’t wait to see him journey into that world himself.
  2. He consciously enjoys the presence of a large family party. I’m not going to lie, my wife and I have pretty large family gatherings from time to time and they are always an awesome time.  I never really appreciated how nice it was to have consistent contact with extended family until we all moved apart.  To see him begin to love and recognize them as we do will be amazing.
  3. He competes for the first time. There’s two parts to this really.  I will love to see him work hard for something and succeed.  Maybe even more, I look forward to seeing him lose at something and learn how to handle that well.  It’s cliche but that doesn’t make it any less true.  Winning is good, but having the character to get back up after losing is better and a lot more useful.
  4. He makes his first real friends. You know what I mean.  Those friends that are as close or closer than family.  The ones you don’t call for months, then see, and nothing’s changed even though everything has.  Hopefully he’ll get into less trouble with his than I got into with mine, but he’ll know they’re in it together no matter what.
  5. He makes his first real contact with nature/animals. This is the Colorado in me.  Growing up in Chicago, he won’t have the instant access to the same world that I did.  But there is something visceral, spiritual, and incredibly important in seeing the beauty of the outside world and realizing the miracle that’s out there.  I hope we can help him see it.
  6. He watches Star Wars with him for the first time. Or LOTR—any of the nerd subjects I like.  I know there will probably be a lot of nerd interests he doesn’t share, but everyone likes jedis, right?  Is he going to like Han or Luke?  Maybe he’ll be a weirdo that liked Chewbacca best.  I’ve already called dibs on dressing him as Yoda for Halloween while he’s too young to know better.
  7. His first romantic interest awkwardly stumbles along. I imagine this falls into the category of “things I’m not supposed to know about” as far as he’s concerned.  I know his early interactions will be full of heartbreak and an irrational attachment of importance.  I know that seeing him hurt will hurt me too.  I hope I can help when he wants it.
  8. He shows empathy and compassion for someone he doesn’t know. Such a basic thing, but still something that I know will affect me deeply when I first see it in him.
  9. He moves out! “Hah!” you say.  “You haven’t even changed diapers yet, you have awhile!” you say.  True, but I can only imagine that moment as a supreme mix of pride and pain.
  10. My wife teaches him..anything. I picture this as Megan teaching him to draw, paint, or shoot pictures.  I see him learning from her, picking up the amazing gifts that she has.  Everything he learns will be coming at him from two angles, two experiences, and I can’t wait to get to know Megan better through the ways she teaches Baby Boy Boley.

Spare a Wing?

I just hit the New Post button on here as Justin looked over and told me that I need a nap. I must be whimpering, I likely have droopy-eyelid-slack-jaw face. So I’m sure my mind is not really sharp for writing anything.

But here I am.

I feel rambling coming on…

Is anyone reading this who isn’t my mom, pregnant, or has children already?

I feel like I am probably losing some old DPH readers. If you all are still here, I’m astonished. Or maybe you have the baby fever. If I remember back to a year ago, I too would have been stalking me because of said baby fever. I couldn’t get enough of moms-to-be. Ask yourself: Are you considering buying a puppy because the time isn’t quite right for a baby yet? Money is tight? Maybe you want to be more established in your career. You rent, but want to own? Or you like to sleep at night? Well, the fever laughs at all these things, and I predict that I will be stalking you on your own mom-to-be site within a 6 to 12 months.

So, yes. I have admitted a several times to being a former (and current) creeper/lurker/stalker of mom blogs. I have expanded this to Twitter now. And some of them are starting to notice me out of the corner of their eye. Some are even following me now. I feel like I’m sneaking in the back door of their mom party, and pretending to know what is going on. I smile and laugh at the conversation and hope no one really wonders how I got there or who invited me. I don’t want to be kicked out. Oh, please don’t kick me out. I want to stay into the night and eventually be one of the core group. Everyone will assume I’m a friend-of-a-friend that just belongs there.

Now let’s compare my desire to meet more moms with the nesting instinct. Nesting: The house must be clean and in order, the nursery stocked and ready. Tiny socks washed and in place in the correct drawer next to the infant caps. Things must sparkle. Everything is in its correct storage bin. All this is easy to do and comes naturally for me. There is not even a thought of NOT doing it.

But something is missing. My nest has very few nearby mama birds to help me when I stop caring about little socks being in order and the nest is flipped upside down in a storm. You can’t add mom friends to the baby registry. So I have this other instinct that is much stronger than the nesting one. I feel a need to seek out my own kind and gather information from the other moms-to-be, the new moms, and the much more experienced and wiser moms that have come before me.

Why am I so nervous about them accepting me? I have six weeks until I’m officially a parent and I’m more worried about the playground than the delivery room.

I know there are message boards, meet-up groups, and throngs of women at the park nearby. I’m sure eventually I will come to know them. But when I say I just want to know moms for the information they have to offer, that is only part of the story.

I want the support, the total understanding of the joy and pain of it all, and the friendship of women that have been there  and truly understand. I want to be able offer the same to them. Someday, hopefully I will be the wise one that new moms look to for help. But right now, I need a wing to curl up under.

My First Baby Shower

No, seriously. I have never been to one. Last Sunday was my first. AND it was my own. So I don’t have anything to compare it to, but I would like to think it was the best. So there.

I think the key to a great shower involves a combination of the right guests, thoughtful hosts, and lots of finger food.

And most importantly, TARTS!

My friend Sarah made these by hand. And they were the most popular items on the whole table. You can see the vanilla bean flecks in the custard. I am so glad her dog only ate two before the shower. That would have been a disaster.

The shower was a tea party, so there was clearly some tea, tiny sandwiches (with labels thanks to Amber) and other goodies like scones and LAVENDER SHORTBREAD!

And the belly rejoiced.

<3

I am convinced my baby weighs 25-30 lbs.

As I mentioned, one of the keys to a good shower is the guests. Here are some of the pretty ladies. Aren't they lovely

I'm told there are horrible games played at baby showers. There is even one where you eat chocolate out of a diaper?!!? What? No. So luckily there was only one game. And it was great. It involves making a collage of what you think the baby is going to look like. Winner gets a fabulous prize.

The Winner!

I don't know what to say here...

Everyone thought the baby would have cat parts.

Tea break! My brother, Jordan took all these photos by the way. Video is usually his thing, but he did a good job eh?

Now for the gifts. Every shower has gifts and mine were really good. Lots of practical stuff with a mix of cute onesies that were washed and hung in the closet before I went to bed on Sunday. I am a big fan of doing loads of onesie wash. This will soon be less exciting I’m sure, but for now it is a fun time. The best onesie I received had a Meerkat on it. YES. And the best blanket award goes to Grandma-to-be for the perfect handmade afghan that matches the nursery perfectly. Pictures to come.

I am feeling very lucky. And well fed. And well stocked with baby gear. Thanks to my friends for making everything so perfectly perfect. <3

Semi-Barefoot and Pregnant In the Kitchen

I would like to congratulate myself on having the wisdom to extend my 4 day weekend to a 5 day weekend. It is almost enough time to forget what projects I am working on at the office.

Almost.

So what does one do on the extra day off? Nothing too important. Nothing too productive. Nothing pressing. Nothing that requires me to wear constrictive footwear or open a Microsoft Office program. Things in this category may include filming billowy curtains, photographing pristinely groomed cat toes, grocery shopping in a near-empty store, a pedicure, reorganizing the music collection on the iPod from scratch, and some cookie baking. (Also cringing at the oil gusher in the gulf, but I don’t want to bum you out more than the million websites already have. but SERIOUSLY. That is painful. “Ugh” doesn’t begin to express my feelings on that.) Top it off with some photo editing and a blog entry and you have a mostly cortisol-free day of pre-infant bliss.

The cookies that I made feature Cranberries, Dark Chocolate, and Almonds. They are based on the recipe here, with my own additions listed prior, and a pinch of cinnamon. I kept half the cookies, and delivered the rest to my neighbors. Because I don’t feel like weighing a million pounds. And soon the neighbors will have to put up with some crying. They deserve some pre-baby cookies as well.

One of the perils of pregnancy. Not being able to lick the beaters because of the raw eggs :(

My feet are so weird looking these days. But I know it's temporary. Right?

I spend a lot of time in the kitchen, and this is one of my favorite parts. Our photo collage on the fridge. Can't wait to add the little guy to this. Maybe I can photograph some baby toes instead of cat toes for a change.

Now I would like to talk about something very serious. I have found the epitome of ice creams. (Aside from all homemade versions of course.) Praise be to Häagen-Dazs. They have done something truly amazing. They have crafted something heavenly without anything beyond Milk, Sugar, Eggs, Cream, and Mint. (Other flavors listed here). Less is more. I don’t miss the Guar Gum, Carrageenan, Hydrogenated Soybean Oil, Propylene Glycol Monostearate,  or  Monocalcium Phosphates. The five simple ingredients in this sublime little pint equal the best texture and purest flavored ice cream that I have bought in a grocery store. No nasty aftertaste. No gooey gummy texture. No too-fluffy air puffed-over-sugared globs. Just good stuff.

*I am not being compensated by Häagen-Dazs for this post in any way. (Although being paid in ice cream would not be a horrible thing, right? Just saying.)