Sunday, September 21, 2014

// Meeting Michelle, Zak an Odin PT.2 //



I just adore this family.  <3
















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Thursday, September 18, 2014

// Meeting Michelle, Zak and Odin //

In the past few years I've met many "online friends."  Those I'm come to know through images and words.  I've heard many assume those friendships are not real, especially before meeting in person.  So many have warned me to "be careful."  "You don't know them" they would say.  I do understand their advice, yet I have found it to be different.  I've met so many friends through instagram and I've found there is way more goodness in this world than things to fear.  I've found people are kind and generous; thoughtful and helpful.  I could live my life in fear of those things or I can simply trust, until my instincts and sensibility tell me otherwise.  

I am so grateful I don't live in fear, because otherwise I would not have met all the wonderful people I have met throughout these short years of blogging.  When I was chosen for The Sling Diaries vIII, I was instantly drawn to Michelle's spirit, creativity and obvious kind heart.  I'm so happy to have finally "met" her, because all of the goodness that radiates through her instagram feed also radiates through her in person.  Her fiancĂ© Zak (this just happened after she left our house and we couldn't be happier for them) is genuine, fun and a great dad.  Elliot really took to him and Zak was great about it because Elliot can get very attached.  Odin is sweet and magical; he brightens the room and my boys just loved him.  Asher has been saying "ohhhh-din, ma-shell and Akk  (z sound not quite mastered yet) a lot and I know they cannot wait to see them all again!  Here are some photos from our walk on the first night they were here.  I have more from the following morning, but think I will split up the posts.  <3  



















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Friday, September 12, 2014

// a d v e n t u r e s i n b r e a s t f e e d i n g - k a r y s s a ' s s t o r y //


I love sharing everyone's story, even the ones I have not gotten a chance to connect too much with yet.  However, it's always great to receive the stories from the women I've gotten to "know" through instagram; the ones I've followed along with through photos and words.  Karyssa truly seems like such a sweet and loving Mama and I'm sharing her story today!  <3






As soon as I became pregnant I knew I would give my baby my milk. I wasn't sure in which form. My mom didn't nurse me or my siblings and my family who did nurse was never open about it. This is just the beginning of our parenting differences. So after thinking it over I decided I would exclusively pump. As I said none of my family really talked about or expressed love for breast feeding, boobs to me were sexual. Well fast forward to 35ish weeks and everything changed. I saw a mama nursing her sweet little babe and suddenly I longed for that bond. She sat just gazing at her newborn and giving him all her body had to give. After seeing that and coming to the realization that boobs are for babies that is their purpose I was set, that would be how I nourished my sweet Willow.

Our journey didn't start off as easy as I had dreamed. Willow was born with meconium in her lungs so once she was born they had to whisk her off to get it suctioned out. Luckily that didn't take more than twenty minutes and then she was placed on my chest  and she latched beautifully! The biggest obstacle was that she was also very jaundice so it was incredibly hard to wake her for feedings. She just wouldn't wake to latch on to me. The first night at three am just five hours after she was born the nurse told me I HAD to give her a ounce of formula because she NEEDED to eat so I obliged. I have never felt more defeated in my life or ashamed at a mother. Actually this is my first time admitting that I have given her formula. So when I woke the next morning I was determined to do whatever it took to establish my dream breast feeding relationship. So since she would eat from a bottle I asked the nurse to bring me bottles to pump my milk into...but she refused. She had good intentions, she was worried that Willow would suffer from nipple confusion. That didn't make sense though because just hours earlier she had given my dear Willow formula from a bottle so what was he difference? So I sent my husband to go buy bottles for me to pump into. It worked perfectly! Willow was drinking my milk while tanning in her tiny little baby tanning bed. I felt so full of happiness. After leaving the hospital I was able to get her to latch onto me with the help of a nipple shield and a lactation consultant. After two weeks we were exclusively breast feeding straight from the source!

Now we are nearly fifteen months in with no end in sight. This journey has been one of my favorites this far. I am so smitten with the way she plays with my lips, how she just stares at me and the fact that my body is nourishing and providing for her. I am so happy to have pushed through our struggles and been able to made it to this point where it is just second nature. I cherish the moments she's on my breast as I know that someday soon it will be over. These memories will warm my heart forever.





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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

// w h e r e w e w a n d e r //


“I come down to the water to cool my eyes. But everywhere I look I see fire; that which isn't flint is tinder, and the whole world sparks and flames.” 
― Annie Dillard
























"I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam.  It is possible, in deep space, to sail on solar wind.  Light, be it particle or wave, has force: you rig a giant sail and go.  The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind.  Hone and spread your spirit till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff."  Annie Dillard

"The gaps are the thing.  The gaps are the spirit's one home, the altitudes and latitudes so dazzlingly spare and clean that the spirit can discover itself for the first time like a once-blind man unbound.  The gaps are the cliffs in the rock where you cower to see the back parts of God; they are the fissures between mountains and cells the wind lances through, the icy narrowing fiords splitting the cliffs of mystery.  Go up into the gaps.  If you can find them; they shift and vanish too.  Stalk the gaps.  Squeak into a gap in the soil, turn, and unlock-more than a maple- a universe.  This is how you spend this afternoon, and tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon.  Spend the afternoon.  You can't take it with you." Annie Dillard.


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