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Hurricane Clean-Up

Friday, September 3rd, 2010

Despite all the hype about Hurricane Earl, I’ve done little to prepare.  Our cupboards and fridge are comfortably nearing almost but not quite low status (our freezer, though, is nice and full thanks to Trader Joe’s).  I have a few toys lined up which have been in storage (another way of saying I put them away and forgot we had them) but I’ve made a very serious, much needed decision.  If indeed we are home-bound the entire weekend, I’m putting my little girls to work.

That’s right.  I’m putting their tiny little energy to good use and giving our home a good seasonal cleaning.  Before you think me a slave driver, please know my kidlets get tremendous joy – yes, joy – out of cleaning and helping around the house.  So I cut my list of play activities in half and replaced it with household chores – vacuum, mop, organize books, donate find a home for stuffed animals, catch up on laundry, clean out cupboards (a good excuse to make up random meals) and clean toys (a favorite since, inevitably, it requires one last good playing with before a good scrub down).

Give it a try.  Fill a small spray bottle with water or a non-toxic cleaning solution, give your child some cloth and let them take pride in caring for their home.  I don’t have expectations that my girls will clean non-stop so we’ll take breaks in between to read books, play or just lie around be silly.  But getting some house work done, for this very non-Martha mama, is always a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.  Not to mention it means that once the kidlets go to bed, my evening is all mine; I won’t be debating between wanting to indulge in watching “Say Yes To The Dress” with ice cream on the couch or doing the dishes.

If you’re not in a cleaning mood or if you’re home is already spotless (good for you!), tell us – what’s your favorite rainy day activity?  We’re talking about activities to keep kids entertained, Facebook sales don’t count =)

~Carla~

Top Ten Reasons to Take a Class at Bellani

Thursday, September 2nd, 2010

From music to art to Spanish to gym to yoga to literature- Bellani offers a class for every one.  If you haven’t tried one of our classes, here’ s our top ten list of reasons to take a class at Bellani!  And if you’re a regular, let us know what your favorite class has been and why.  Or just let us know why you keep coming back for more!

  1. Babies and young children love other little people!  Our classes are a fantastic way for your child to make new friends.  We’ve been very lucky to witness many, MANY first friendships that have continued on into the preschool years and beyond.
  2. Moms, dads and caregivers love other grown-ups!  Classes are a great way for grown-ups to connect and make new friends with children the same age.  We know parents who met in our classes with one child and now have multiply children who all play together.
  3. Our gym classes are a great way to introduce your child to the importance of physical fitness.  Kids learn how fun fitness can be and how exciting it can be to share it with family and friends.
  4. Our art classes and book club classes, offer a great way to introduce all new experiences to your child – experiences you may not think to introduce at home.  From learning to use scissors to play dough to glitter and glue to creating art with straws and marshmallows, children get to use their senses to express their creativity.
  5. Each of our classes teaches children that learning can be fun and exciting.  And that’s a lesson that can never be taught too soon.
  6. Our music classes introduce children to new and different sounds.  Children are naturally drawn to music and our classes give them a playful environment to discover music.  At Bellani, young children find a love for music, instruments, song and dance early on.
  7. They’ll sleep better.  We all know children sleep better if they’ve had plenty of opportunity during the day to exert their energy – physical and creative energy!
  8. Itsy Bitsy Yoga is a wonderful opportunity to bond with your infant and learn amazing techniques to make the early weeks of parenthood a little easier.  We’re not kidding – some of the techniques will help with digestion, soothe baby to sleep and even calm a fussy baby.
  9. You’ll learn fun and new ways to play with your child.  We’ve met many parents who were surprised by what their child was capable of – hanging on the bar, tumbling, drawing shapes, playing instruments, using scissors, etc.  At Bellani, we give parents and children a safe environment to challenge themselves.
  10. Support.  There’s nothing more families need than support.  When you come to classes you’ll meet our wonderful staff who are all really passionate about young children.  You’ll discover Bellani is a place where you can be the kind of parent you want to be without any judgement.

Alright now, what’s your best reason for taking a class at Bellani?

You Be The Judge

Wednesday, September 1st, 2010

Colleen’s latest post ends up being really timely for me, because it helped to catalyze some sort of vague ideas I had bouncing around in my head. Circumstantial factors helped, too: I happened to see the most recent post pop up on my iPhone while I was sitting in the passenger seat of a DCYF van, riding alongside the Child Protective Services investigator I was shadowing for the day.

We all judge each other, all the time. We rarely say anything about it, of course. If I’m sitting a few tables down from you at a restaurant and see you chewing with your mouth open, I’ll scoff silently. If you see me walking down the street with my shoes untied or my pant cuffs tucked into my socks somehow, you’ll probably experience a little mental snigger. We judge each other’s driving, our choice of romantic partners, our wardrobes, our taste in music, our Facebook posts, our writing, our singing, our posture, and, of course, we judge each other’s parenting.

How often have I caught myself thinking less of someone for making a different parenting choice than I did? More often than I’d like. Cloth diapers vs. disposables. Plastic toys vs. wood. Plastic bottles vs. glass. Sleep training vs. co-sleeping. Strollers vs. baby-wearing. Breast milk vs. formula. Midwives vs. OB-GYNs. Nannies vs. day care. Staying home vs. returning to work. Pacifiers. Junk food. Discipline. Clothing.

(I want to emphasize quickly that although this post has coalesced as something of a response to Colleen’s post (or perhaps it’s simpler to say that it’s inspired by what Colleen wrote) it’s not at all intended as a criticism of anything she said or did. I wholeheartedly agree that, yes, babies belong in car seats, and I applaud her decision to notify the police that this family was being so obviously unsafe. I wish I could say with confidence that I’d have done the same thing. Parenting may be mostly shades of gray, but some things are blank and white, and this is pretty clearly one of them.)

recent blog post at the New York Times shared the experiences of a lawyer who represents parents accused of abusing or neglecting their children. She describes what happens when the instinct to judge another’s parenting is taken to its logical and legal extreme. To be sure, there are parents out there who should be judged. There are parenting choices that are, simply, objectively, better than others, and some that should never be made at all. Still, that impulse to judge, to disapprove, to intervene can become extremely hard to resist when it’s directed at someone who already has a history of making bad decisions.

I can’t tell you anything about the DCYF case that I witnessed, except to say that it involved a family reacting badly to a crisis that I would expect any family to react badly to. It just happened that this family was already in the system, and so warning signs become red flags, and red flags send white vans driving out from Providence. (I do want to say that the investigator I had the privilege of shadowing handled the entire situation with incredible poise, professionalism, and compassion: I was humbled and impressed.)

I think of myself in my worst parenting moments: when I’m at my wits end and snap at my children, or pull them too roughly out of harm’s way, or say something, exasperated, forgetting that they can understand. I wouldn’t want anyone to witness these moments; I can imagine how they’d look through the eyes of an average, judgmental parent-on-the-street, much less through the eyes of someone bearing the card of the Department of Children, Youth, and Families.

And look at me: even in my worst parenting moments, I’m married to the mother of my children, we both work at good-paying jobs that we enjoy, we have family and friends nearby who are able and willing to help, and we can afford food, shelter, clothing, and quality child care. I have every advantage. When I’m driven to the edge and fail to be the parent I want to be, should I be judged for it? Well, maybe. And so should anyone, perhaps. But parenting is fundamentally about compassion: compassion for our children most of all, but also for ourselves and for each other, each struggling to do the best we can for the ones we love most.

I’ll try to remember that the next time I find myself shaking my head in middle-class disapproval at the parent with the shopping cart full of soda, or the kid I think is over- or under-dressed, or the house that’s full of Fisher-Price instead of Melissa and Doug. And I’ll try especially hard to remember it the next time I have the urge to tell another parent that the way I’m doing it is the right way.

(Still, people: kids go in car seats, infants sleep on their backs, and no honey before age one.)

~Matt~

The Babywearing Lifestyle

Monday, August 30th, 2010

I was browsing through family photos the other day (and by photos, I mean thousands of unorganized pictures sitting on my hard drive screaming out at me to be photo booked, scrapbooked, or given attention of some sort) and marveling at how much we are able to do together as a family.  I have great shots of us exploring the sea shore with a baby on my back, hiking with a baby in an Ergo, walking across a river with a baby in a sling, and wandering around amusement parks with a baby in a wrap.  This is not the life I had pictured a person who had chosen to have three kids three and under would live.  For some reason, I had always assumed having babies around slowed you down–that a home with a baby was one where all of the family members sat around taking turns holding the squirmy, fussy, needy person who had come along, created a rather burdensome situation, and destroyed all of the fun.  Luckily for me, this has not been the case.  I do not sit at home and stare at my babies and obsess over how much they have slept or eaten.  We go on adventures!  We go to the park, to the aquarium, to the beach, to the zoo, and to the library.  We go on hikes, visit farms, pick seasonal fruit, attend play dates, and take fun classes.  Having babies around has not only created more fun in my life, it has given me the opportunity to relive my amazing childhood through the eyes of my children.  For me, being a mother is, in a word, awesome.

Three years ago when Jameson was a rather energetic toddler and Madelyn, my 34 week preemie, was a tiny ball of need, I had my doubts.  I tried to continue living the active life I had become accustomed to, but was finding myself both physically and emotionally drained.  It seemed impossible to keep my little guy entertained while dragging his baby sister around in her rather clumsy and cumbersome car seat.  During a routine family visit with our fantastic chiropractor, Kelly Frye, she recommended I stop carrying around the twenty pound car seat and start carrying my six pound baby.  Funny how that never occurred to me.  She also gave me some Bellani brochures and urged me to stop in on my way home.

It’s funny how you have those moments that change the way that the rest of your life plays out.  I heeded Kelly’s advice that night, stopped in for a lovely visit with Bellani Kelly, and returned home with a Hotsling.   I remember this as a remarkable and life changing event simply because that was the day I stopped doing what everybody else did. I stopped dragging around my babies in their buckets like everybody else did and started wearing them.  Words cannot express what a find this was for me!.  From that day on, I did not remove the baby bucket from the car.  My back no longer hurt.  My baby never felt left out.  And best of all, I was no longer encumbered by a baby that couldn’t be doing what I was doing.  From then on, she did what I did.  It was great!  Without this total lifestyle change, I would not have all of those wonderful pictures of all of the things I do with my kids.  In fact, I would probably be sitting at home staring at my babies and obsessing over how much they had slept or eaten.

I was and still am totally in love with my sling.  Everywhere I go, people rave over the beautiful pattern and remark on how comfortable we both look.  I am a regular poster girl for Bellani, giving directions to the shop every time someone asks.  “Do you know where Chili’s and David’s Bridal are in Warwick?  Well, behind there…”  When Madelyn was one, we invested in an Ergo carrier since her weight was becoming a bit too much for one shoulder to carry, and I fell in love all over again.  (I will admit to squishing her into the sling until she was perhaps a bit too large and the old ladies feared her legs would lose circulation, just because I love snuggling sling babies so much.)  The Ergo is a fantastic fit for me since I am so used to doing everything on the go.  It buckles on quickly and easily, so I am not slowed down as I pull kids out of car seats.  My favorite feature is the hood, which I use several times a day to cover a sleepy nursing baby while I roam the aisles of the grocery store or push the kids on the swing on the playground.   We are always completely comfortable, and I use it both as a front carrier or a baby backpack.

These days, I am often adorned with several babies at a time.  On the five days a week that I care for my 6 month old niece Sophia, she rides up front in a sling while my one year old Lily is my back seat passenger in the Ergo.  (This also works with two Ergo’s.)  After several trial runs, I am now able to quickly gear up and have my hands free for my two bigger children.  Baby wearing gives me the flexibility to run around the playground, to bop in and out of stores, to make dinner on days when everyone needs to be held, and to simply make it from the house to the car in one trip with two babies.  Had I not discovered Kelly and Shannon, Bellani, the hotsling, and the Ergo, life as I know it would not be possible.  I just love it when the stars align.  So, to all of you babywearers out there, how has your life been enhanced by your baby carrier?  What are you able to do that would have been otherwise been off limits?  Please share your favorite baby wearing moments!

Are You Enjoying The Benefits Of A Bellani Membership?

Friday, August 20th, 2010

Without fail, at least once a day a loyal, long term customer will tell us they had no idea Bellani offered a membership option.

So in case you didn’t know, here are the amazing benefits of a Bellani Maternity membership:

  • 10% off selected classes
  • 10% off products (excludes strollers, car seats & breast pumps)
  • Exclusive access to Bellani Bargains (read below for more information)
  • Unlimited use of the resource library
  • Unlimited use of the baby-weight lactation scale
  • Free home delivery of hospital grade breast pump rental
  • Free workshops & events
  • 20% off lactation consultations
  • Free admission to drop-in playgroups ($5 for non-members)

The newest benefit of membership is the Bellani Bargains weekly email.  Every Wednesday, members receive an exclusive Bellani Bargains email featuring one unique product up for grabs at 20 – 60% off the retail value.  These huge savings are only made available to our members.  The items featured in Bellani Bargains include items we carry in store, as well as, special order items we do not regularly carry.  We also try to make available customer favorites such as The Learning Tower and Melissa and Doug Shopping Cart.  Bellani Bargains is our extra special way of saying, “Thanks!”

Membership is only $6.00 per month. Pay for the first six months upon joining, then remain a member as long as you’d like or cancel at anytime. You can also prepay for one year and get one month free (12 months for the pricce of 11).

What are you waiting for?  Start enjoying the benefits today!

Birth Story Tuesday: A New Perspective

Tuesday, August 17th, 2010

Over the last several months, our readers have been enjoying first person accounts of moms welcoming their babies into the world. Today, we’ve got something a little different as one proud mama’s birth doula shares her caring perspective on the birth she assisted and witnessed.  Enjoy!

Birth Story of

Finnegan Sean Chandler

Born to

Sheri and Sean

August 14, 2009“This is the story of the birth of your first son, Finnegan Sean, from my perspective, as your Birth Doula.

I first met you and Sean many months ago at your house. We had a nice quiet meeting where you told me about your wishes to have a VBAC. You had a really rough first birth experience, ending in a Cesarean Birth. You knew that if you had known more, you might have been able to have a different, more fulfilling experience. That was why this time around, you decided to choose a midwife for your birth practitioner as well as a Doula, and you enrolled in theHypnobabies birth program. You were on your way to taking control of this birth experience.

We met two more times. Once at a coffee house to where I learned more about your first birth and we got to know each other much better, and another time when we discussed possible fears and how to overcome them with using visualizations and artwork.

Early in the morning on Thursday August 13th I received a phone call that your water had broken! It was so exciting. You sounded very relaxed and composed, though a little too excited for 3 in the morning I told you to try to get some sleep and we’d check back in with each other later.I called at 7 in the morning and you were having very slight contractions, not regular at all. You were still relaxing and had gotten some sleep, much to my surprise. At 10:00 we spoke and you told me that you had spoken to your midwife and she told you that you needed to come in to the hospital to start receiving your antibiotics.  So off we all went.

I met you at the hospital at 12:30. You and Sean were smiling and looking very peaceful and content with all that was happening. Your contractions were all over the place still. There was no real pattern to them as of yet. We were in the admitting room down the hallway for a few hours, while the nurses were getting you all set up, and while your permanent room was being cleaned.
By 2:15 both doses of the penicillin had been administered and you were going to take a little nap. Mary came in to visit and felt the baby. She wanted to be sure, so she brought in an ultrasound machine. This was the first hurdle you conquered in your labor. The baby was head down! Yay!

At 3:45 we were off to your permanent room. It was a nice big roomy room, with a rocking chair, a fold out bed, and a nice big easy chair. It felt good to finally be where we knew the baby would be born.

Mary did her first check of you around 7:00 that evening. You were 90% effaced, and +1 station, and 6 cm dilated. That news was SO exciting! Up until now you had been handling the contractions so incredibly well. They had definitely developed a regular pattern. And you had been adjusting your coping techniques right along with your surges. The nurse that you had was SO wonderfully respectful of your birthing space. She tiptoed around behind you when she had to come in, she folded up the monitor papers with delicateness so as not to make a noise and she always tried to take your vitals in between contractions so they didn’t affect you during your concentration.

You listened to your Hypnobabies scripts in your ipod over and over again, you sat on a straight back chair backwards while leaning on Sean and taking little naps. Soon you began to have lots of pain in your lower back, and your contractions started to do this piggybacking pattern. Both are indications that the baby might be in the wrong position. So we quickly got you standing up and leaning over the bed while swaying your hips to try to turn that baby. Pretty quickly, probably within a half an hour or so, the back pain was gone and your contractions continued on in their normal pattern.

At about 8:15 things changed. You had a big cry. Your labor was intensifying and the emotions intensify as well. Crying is such a good thing in labor. It indicates emotional release and often it’s what a mom needs to get her the rest of the way to pushing time. And things did definitely did intensify. You were nearing the end of Active labor and entering transition. You were getting to the point where you really needed support because the normal early labor coping techniques were no longer working. No position was feeling good. We got you on the bed on your hands and knees with a birth ball to lean over. The contractions were coming one on top of the other. It was definitely transition time. As most women do, you started to doubt your ability to go on. But no one said anything when you mentioned that thought. We just kept supporting you. You worried that the baby might be stuck. I encouraged you to think of “unstuck” things, like flowing rivers. He was definitely not stuck. You really didn’t think you could do it anymore. I called Mary over for some extra help. She basically told you that this was what natural labor felt like and it was up to you if you were going to finish the process or not. You hung your head and got quiet. I’m not sure what was going through that mind of yours, but something happened.

Within the next couple of minutes when you had a contraction, and you made some grunting noises. You had done it. You had gone through transition. You had fully dilated. You were ready to push. I cried. I knew how hard It was to get through that last stage of dilation. And I knew that somehow you had made the decision to go on. And then I heard those wonderful grunting noises. That’s what we wait to hear as birth support people. Those grunts mean the baby wants to come out, and the mommy is going to soon start to learn how to push her baby out.

So began the long process of pushing little Finn into the world. Pushing wasn’t quick for you. He would slowly come down a little, then slide back up. You tried many many different positions. You laid back and pulled up your knees. You used the squatting bar, you pushed on your hands and knees and on your side. You even pushed for a few minutes on the toilet. It was hard, really hard. But you tried, and you kept trying. Anytime someone suggested something else, you were up for it and did what they said.

By the way, I have neglected up until now to mention what a wonderful support and friend your husband Sean had been all along. He was always by your side. He rubbed your back, he stroked your hair, he whispered words of encouragement in your ear, he kept you drinking and getting up to use the bathroom. And he was the strong man who got up on that bed and squeezed the heck out of your hips when you were in transition and needed that pressure like crazy for each intense contraction. He never complained. He was always there. He was amazing.

Finally we started to see Finn’s head, and it started to not disappear in between surges. He was staying down in the birth canal! You continued to push and push and…

Little Finnegan was born at 1:39 in the morning on Friday the 14th. You looked exhausted when you held your baby for the first time, but behind that exhaustion was a look of pride coming over you. The look of “I did it!” was beginning to envelope your being. You held on to Finn with all you had left in your body. It was beautiful. Sean’s daddy face was priceless too.While you were having some little repairs done you kept on holding that precious little boy on your chest. He was alive and alert. He nuzzled around your breast, bobbing his head up and down looking for that nipple and getting used to being in the outside world.

I cannot express how proud I am of you. That labor of yours contained so many obstacles. But each time you ended up making the decision to move forward and get past what was in the way. You worked through the pain and struggles of natural labor. It wasn’t easy, you might not have even wanted to at times. But you did it. You kept tapping into your woman strength and energy that you didn’t even know was there. Your baby was born not through a Cesarean, but through the natural canals that your body provides for it. This would never have happened in the normal medical world. But you created the environment and the support team to make it happen for Finn. You should be very proud of that.

I am honored to have known you and Sean and to have been able to have supported you through this momentous time in your life. It has been a privilege.”

Finnegan was born at 1:49 a.m. on Friday August 14th by unmedicated VBAC, weighing 9 lbs 4.5 oz and measuring 21 and 1/4 inches long, and a year later I still feel the rush of pride and power.  I have the gift of this memory to take with me for the rest of my life, and it makes so many tasks and challenges pale in comparison.  I now know that I can do anything.  Although there were stark similarities (water breaking same time, same place, 24 hour labor, 2-3 hours of pushing, same exact weather, two years and two days apart), everything was different for my second birth. Yet, I realized as I held on to Finn for dear life and enjoyed every moment until I was ready to let Sean breathe him in too, that everything was also the same.  An utter miracle; another huge, healthy, pink, soft, sweet baby had come into our lives.  It was that moment that I am most proud of, the realization that if I had the same birth experience as the first time, that my heart would still have been been full of the pure magic that is my love for her, for it was Emma who taught me to be a mother, to love unconditionally and who opened my heart to be able to experience future births and babies.  I hadn’t needed a do-over after all; I had birthed Finn the same way I had birthed Emma, with all of my heart and being.

Thank you to Sean, Mary, Jessica, Kelly, Shannon, and Carla for encouragement and support, and to all of the women who have ever shared their birth stories.

What a wonderful gift to have the story of your child’s birth told by someone lucky enough to witness it!  Thank you, Jessica, for capturing this.  And thank you, Sheri, for letting us in on this wonderful experience.

Friends With Children?

Monday, August 16th, 2010

Bellani New Moms Group Alumni

This is a common scene, right? We’re driving home from running some errands and decide as a treat to stop by the playground to kill some time. The four of us roll into Humboldt Park, and the kids proceed to tear it up in the way that kids do.

(As a side note, because we hadn’t exactly planned to go to the playground, and because we sometimes let the kids influence what we dress them in, Eloise was wearing an adorable but completely impractical skirt and brand new white sandals. Just the thing. We must have looked like those parents who dress their daughter in inappropriately dressy girly clothes all the time. We’re not those parents!)

There were a handful of people there, including three mothers, each with a young daughter about the same age, who seemed to be casually acquainted. One of their kids kind of wandered over to where Eloise was playing and so the three of us ended up tossing a ball back and forth. The new kid, Sadie, was adorable, and the small talk with her mother was pleasant, and I thought, “Hey, new friend?”

And then they had to leave and I found myself kind of weakly waving goodbye.

How do new parents connect with one another and schedule these “playdates” that I’ve heard so much about? I’m sure that we’re at something of a disadvantage because both Rachel and I work full time, so we’re not often a part of the weekday kid scene. (Back before I went back to work, I befriended some of the other parents in the delightful classes we took at Bellani, but since I was demoted from “stay-at-home dad” to just “dad” I haven’t had a chance to see any of them.) But even on a weekend, when I do make meaningful eye contact or pleasant chit-chat with another parent hovering by the jungle gym, I have no idea how to seal the deal.

I think it’s so awkward and difficult because it’s essentially like trying to hit on someone you just met; I wasn’t any good at that back when I was single, and I’ve been cozily partnered up for more than a decade. There’s just no way I’m going to be able to successfully pick someone up at a playground.

I often wonder how much of it is gender-related. I see little clutches of moms that seem to gather together as if by some kind of electromagnetic force. Is new parenting secretly a “no boys allowed” club? Or does a guy wandering up to a bunch of women just exacerbate the creepy pick-up vibe? “Hi there. I think our kids are about the same age… laydeez.”

(This reminds me of a YouTube video that’s a couple of years old but is still, I think, funny. There’s probably nothing in it that’s precisely inappropriate for a family-friendly blog like this, but I feel that I should warn you, as Ira Glass occasionally says, that this video does acknowledge the existence of sex.)

I am generally baffled as to how new parents find each other. Most of our pre-kid friends still don’t have kids, and although we’ve met a few new friends with children, our social circle seems pretty narrow. How do you all do it?

~Matt~

A Few Favorites

Friday, August 13th, 2010

Happy Friday!  We have lots of friends counting down the hours o 5pm to get the weekend started. So today we’re sharing a few of our favorite links from around the web to help the time go by a little faster.  Share with us, what have you been enjoying online lately?

Hope you enjoy!

Children and Music: A Perfect Match

Thursday, August 12th, 2010

To be quite honest, I’m not a very musical person.  Sure, I listen to the radio in the car and attend the occasional Jimmy Buffett concert, but music has never been a real integral part of my life.  (With the exception of a rather short career as a piano player at the age of eight and a few rather torturous years in the middle school band as a rather mediocre clarinet player, of course.)  It wasn’t until I became a parent that I saw something of substance in this particular realm.  I have firmly adopted the Music Together philosophy that all children are musical and that they learn through “active music making.”  It emphasizes caregiver involvement and teaches parents to interact musically with their children.  I see huge developmental strides in my children as they grow and blossom in this program and I, in turn, have found a fantastic educational and entertaining experience that I am able to enjoy with my children.  I am continually fascinated by the emotion that they seem to be able to read in the language of a song.  They are soothed by lullabies, calmed by reggae, and get excited when listening to “Daddy Music.”

I try to make music a large part of my day and my week.  The kids and I play instruments and have dance parties; we belt out Ralph’s World songs in the car. We play lullabies at bedtime; we attend Music Together classes, and we go to concerts together.  A few years ago, I discovered the most wonderful thing to add to our musical repertoire:  the summer concert series.  These fabulous, often free evening events crop up all over our state this time of the year, offering a patch of grass and a band.  You just add your family, a beach blanket, and a picnic dinner for a stress-free, low cost, no mess evening out.  Our family spends at least one night a week attending such an event and it is one of the highlights of our summer.  It was at just such a concert that we first saw the children’s band that we have spent the last four years following around:  The Toe Jam Puppet Band.

A Toe Jam Puppet Band performance is a unique blend of fun singing, dancing, and interactive storytelling that brings children (and the occasional parent) up on stage to participate in the show.  The quirky duo’s antics are hilarious and they throw in plenty of underlying adult humor to keep the moms and dads chuckling.  The kids gather up front and are welcomed into a circle of excitement that keeps their senses stimulated for a full hour.  Mr. Vinny, a fun-loving and excitable man who acts half child, has kids chasing him around, squealing with joy as he squirts them with water during the “Car Wash” song.  Mr. Tom stands on the stage behind him, singing his original songs and playing the guitar in a plaid suit with matching plaid shoes.  From the bubbles and hula hoops to the silly hats and the Conga line, the ‘kiddos’ are provided with a virtual smorgasbord of excitement guaranteed to entertain.  Moms and dads are encouraged to join in, dosey-doing with their children and holding up their feet in proper lawnmower position.  It really is an all-encompassing family good time.

If you haven’t had the pleasure of attending a concert, I implore you to do so.  Your kids will thank you.  While they can be found every Monday at the Buttonwood Park Zoo, their online schedule is bursting with tour dates that span Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Connecticut, and parts of New Hampshire.  I have been known to travel long distances to catch a show, but excited to say that they will be in South Kingstown on August 17th.  See you there…

Tuesday, August 17th at 6:30 PM

South Kingstown Parks and Recreation Summer Concert Series
Peace Dale Village Green
325 Columbia Street
Wakefield, RI
Rain Location: Peace Dale Elementary School Gymnasium
109 Kersey Rd., Wakefield, RI

~Colleen~

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Birth Story Tuesday: Natural As Can Be

Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010

It was Wednesday and my baby was already 10 days “late”.  On that day, my husband and I went to my OB/GYN’s office where my doctor determined there was insufficient amniotic fluid, therefore I needed to be induced.  I begged the doctor to wait until Friday; I knew in my heart of hearts, my baby was not going to come out until then. So, we went home to eat lunch and get ready. My husband loaded my hospital bag. It was stocked with books like Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth, The Thinking Woman’s Guide to a Better Birth, and The Mongan Method Hypnobirthing.  While I simply sat on the edge of the bed, crying and thinking these are the last moments to have my husband all to myself and this was just not right. I felt forced to perform the miracle of birth; neither myself nor my baby were ready.

At the hospital, it was determined that it was too late in the afternoon to induce my labor. We were told to take a walk around the hospital’s parking lot to get the labor going. My husband, a comedian at heart, pretended to be a drill sergeant saying “hut, hut, 1, 2, 3”. It was good comic relief considering the stress of the day and fortunately, I was still in a good enough mood to enjoy the comic routine.

I was told the next day, Thursday, that I would be induced after breakfast, but in fact, there were no rooms at the proverbial inn. The labor and delivery rooms were full.  As the hands on the clock moved toward the afternoon hours,   I was given two drugs – Cervidil and Misoprostol. I was given these drugs instead of Pitocin because doctors can only administer Pitocin in the Labor and Delivery Rooms (all of which were full at the time). I was in my hospital room as I watched the monitors as my cervix ripened when all of the sudden a slew of nurses and doctors ran in. They wobbled my body back and forth.  I was frighten because they escorted my sisters out of the room and quickly put an oxygen mask on me after stripping me off my clothes. My baby’s heart rate dropped significantly and it was time to “move things along.”

It was approaching dinner time and my beloved husband and I found ourselves in the Labor and Delivery room. Our spirits were nearing bottom; the room was gray and we could hear another woman laboring in the adjacent room.  I remember my husband telling me not to go into the bathroom because there was blood on the floor. It was then when I wanted to escape, go into the forest and have this baby like a deer has her fawn. It was too late for that. It was only then, when we decided to call our doula. Perhaps others would have called their doula much earlier in the process, but I wanted to savor every precious moment that I could be alone with my husband.  The doula arrived in lightening time. She was very upbeat and said “we should have a party” but my spirit was melancholy. It was getting late into the evening when my doctor came into the room and said a decision needs to be made; either we go full force and break my water; continue as is with the Pitocin or  stop everything and start again fresh in the morning. My head swam with what decision to make but somehow I thought of the most brilliant question… “If I was your daughter, what would you tell me to do, Doctor?” She said, “I would get some rest and start in the morning.” There was the plan except now there were no rooms upstairs and we would have to stay in the “dungeon” as my husband called our labor and delivery suite.  Fortunately, we were moved to a brighter room with a window and miraculously, I got to eat a cheeseburger.  We felt better about things.

Finally, it was Friday and I knew today was going to be the day!  I knew sometime that day I was going to have my baby, but when? Since we had so many delays, I told my husband to go home and take a shower.  I really did not think the baby was going to come any time soon, so he should have plenty of time to get something to eat and freshen up. While he was gone, I felt wonderful. I took a long shower, put on my makeup and tidied up the labor and delivery room while waiting to be induced. Finally, the nurse came into my room to hook me back up to the monitors and then administer Pitocin. I asked the nurse, how much Pitocin she had given me because the contractions were really kicking in! To my surprise, I was in labor on my own! Within a few minutes, the doctor decided to break my water. I called my husband before the big gush and told him that he needed to get back to the hospital. Within fifteen minutes, my husband walked into room to see me shaking and moving from hot flashes to the chills. I can remember a swirl of words including meconium and concerns about drops in the fetal heart rate.  My doctor tried to replace the amniotic fluid to give the baby a better cushion but the pain of the procedure brought tears to my eyes. I could not take it anymore.  I was in pain; my heart was broken because my birth plan seemed to be little more than a coaster for my doctor’s coffee and she only treated the center trunk of my body, there was no regard to my heart, my spirit or my intellect. It was my hope that I was going to have this baby naturally but each maligned domino toppled onto the next.  I knew my doctor was not on my side and even considered going to another practice at 36 weeks into the pregnancy. She was an unwelcome visitor into the room at this point. I asked my husband if he would tell her not to come back. I was adamant! I did not want her as my doctor anymore and wanted a midwife in her practice to be assigned.  A different fate held its course when fetal heart rate dropped again. I was whisked into the operating room for a cesarean section by my banished doctor. It was on Friday, May 29th at 9:39 a.m., our daughter arrived into the world in all of her glory.

I think back to those days and wonder about the “would have, should have, could haves” but I have learned  two things: always go with your gut and more importantly, every birth, whether it is unmedicated, vaginal or via c-section is natural.  There is nothing more natural than bringing a baby into the world; there is no failure in the miracle of giving birth.

Thank you, Sarah, for this wonderful tale of your daughter’s birth.  And you are so right – nothing is more sacred and natural than the birth of a child no matter what that journey and experience looks like!