Safety Sunday

So, instead of one of my normal posts about things going on in my life, I am wanting to do a Safety Sunday every Sunday with one articular topic each Sunday, so that maybe it may help a new momma, a grandmother who never knew better and all those in between.

 

This Safety Sunday I want to talk about safe sleep, as this seems to be a huge discussion on what’s right, and what may be just the wrong thing to do. All of this information is based off of ADA and WHO standards, just so you know where I have decided to pull my information off of.

 

First and foremost, safe sleep is always back to sleep. This means baby is on their back whenever they’re put in their cribs/cots. A huge reason for this is due to the choking risks associated with tummy-sleeping.

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Next for safe sleep in nothing in the baby’s crib or cot. Baby will have plenty of time when they’re older to have blankets, stuffies and such. It is recommended that for the first 6 months at least, but all the way up to a year, nothing but a fitted sheet should be in the baby’s crib/cot. If baby is cold, you can put him/her in a sleep sack.

 

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Along with nothing in crib/cot, please remember that it is not only recommended, but needed that you choose to skip the crib bumpers, as they pose more of a risk than not. Yes, even the mesh  bumpers and suffocate Baby, so it’s just better to forgo these.

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Finally, no smoking around baby is of course what all parents would do, I would hope.

 

It’s also highly recommended that baby shares a bedroom with parents for up to a year, as this reduces SIDS by 50%, which is a lot when talking about your baby’s life.

 

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I hope everyone enjoyed my Safe Sunday post and that this finds a parent in need somewhere. If you have something you would like me to go over on a Safe Sunday, hit me up and I will gladly take a look at it. Have an Awesome Sunday!

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How Do You Balance Blogging and Family Life?

Happy St. Patties day!

So, how does a mom go to school, parent, wife, and blog?

As you all know, I did take a well deserved break from blogging, but now I am back at it, fresher and more inclined to type than ever. How do I manage to do all of this?

The best answer is I write when I do homework, or wait for Baby Chewy since we go to school on the same property. I have about 3 hours between class and when it’s time to pick up Baby Chewy, so I use that time to research, type, put the pictures together and post some writing. Then I go get Baby Chewy, and if I decide to, I write some more for an hour or 2 when I get home while or right after I get homework done. During this time, Baby Chewy is in his room, Playing with toys until I am ready to make dinner.

 

This means I go about 4 or 5 hours a day putting time into each and every blog post you guys see. Usually if I am home or it’s a break, Big Chewy and Mother-In-Love help too, so that I can spend equal amounts of time researching, writing and posting. Blogging as much as you can about parenting or your life is far from easy, luckily I have support from my family, or my household, when it comes to the blogging life, because it’s something I truly love, and they respect me for that. It’s almost like Big Chewy with his Twitch streaming. If he was wanting to go back to the and make videos, then that’s up to him and as husband and wife, we will make it work.

It may not seem like it, but I do put a lot into each post, and that’s why I needed my break. Taking 2 English classes at once put a lot of stress on me, and I couldn’t let my grades suffer. The funny thing is that it happened anyway. Now that I am close to the end of the quarter, I am glad that I am back to writing my heart out about topics that I like. It’s something I’ve missed all quarter. ❤

What Does Financial Freedom Look Like to You?

Financial freedom sounds like such an amazing thing, and is something I definitely strive for not only yearly but daily as well. I always look for that coupon or bargain that would make my family happy and help as well. However, for me, financial freedom isn’t just about saving money. It’s about one day not needing to worry if i decide to buy the $10 toilet paper.

Financial freedom means not having to count bills. I currently do what I can to count to the very last dollar when it  comes to bills, and usually if Big Chewy and I have $35 after phone, storage, rent, Netflix and Hulu and electric bills, it means we had a really, really good month. I’m working on prepaying some bills with my financial aid, since I go to school.

 

Financial freedom means giving Baby Chewy the best. I would love to send Baby Chewy to private school when he gets to high school so that he can have the best education, and by then the goal is that he would have had enough time for us all to work with the A.D.H.D. he has been diagnosed with so that he could operate in an environment like that. With this I am hoping he can be in karate and some other fun activities that we are going to try and get him involved in this year so that he has that outlet that an A.D.H.D. child needs.

 

The freedom to have a car. Here’s a funny story. We don’t have a vehicle. The end. Okay, maybe it’s not that funny, but it’s way true. We do not have a car. I can’t drive due to some PTSD things that my family claims is nonexistent, but we also can’t afford a vehicle, or gas for said vehicle. So, instead, we take the bus. Luckily we are saving the planet by doing this, but it still sucks all the same.

Mental Health

Mental health sometimes sucks as a parent. I don’t know how to explain this. So, I guess, picture this:

You’re sitting, listening to your child play and suddenly you feel stricken. Your eyes start to water slightly. You wipe it away because, hey, it randomly started. You start feeling warmth coming over your body, even though it’s the middle of winter, and the water in your eyes start again and it won’t stop, even though you have nothing to be upset about.

Welcome to the wonderful world of depression. We have cookies.

Depression sucks. Anxiety sucks. Simply having mental illness sucks so bad, and being a parent with a mental illness is a mental nightmare. There’s such a stigma about mental illnesses and things shouldn’t be the way they are. People are terrified to talk about it because “someone might judge me”. Well, I say who cares?

Who cares if Nosey Nancy down the street thinks your mental illness is fake. Who cares if your moms best friends’ dad knew someone who thought PTSD was made up? Break the stigma and talk about it, or there will always be this looming horridness.

First Post of the New Year

Good Saturday morning, all.

This is my officially first post of the new year, and I think I am slowly getting into a place where I can start writing again, one thing that I have read being something called Shitty First Drafts being the reason of my wanting to write.

As for updates, I had a migraine yesterday, ear infection today, but have til Tuesday to get my life sorted out, so its not terrible. I am getting ready to write my first big piece in my accelerated English class, and am kind of nervous because my teacher doesn’t grade every day, which is understandable, he has kids. Still, I don’t think 3 assigned papers in one day should sit for a couple days.

I’m very excited to be writing again, and think that I will be getting better with the class I am in. I will be posting twice, maybe 3 times a week, depending on how I feel, for now. When I am on break in March I might try for daily until school starts again.

Momma Shaming

Okay, let’s just bring this up, and it’ll probably be my week-long blogging.

Why do moms shame each other? If you think about it, there’s not one thing moms will all agree on. Think about it. Earrings? Breast or bottle? Cover or not?

Do you think you and someone else had the same answers? Probably not. Why can’t we, as humans and as mothers, work together, pull each other up, and help each other? Yes, informing is good, but calling people names, saying they don’t deserve to be parents, or anything of this sort is just uncalled for. Why do we think this is okay?

I don’t understand mommy-shaming, much like a lot of other things. It’s our job to change how we treat each other.

Cold

The winter season is upon us, and it has finally become unbearable.

Yesterday I went to help my aunt with her shed, we also blessed some moms that needed help. Two with a tree, one with a bed, and one for something else I couldn’t remember. Whatever it was, it meant something to all of the moms, and I am so glad we were able to help.

However, yesterday ALL DAY it did nothing but pour. It wasn’t too bad, but it was bad enough where I was soaked from head to toe, but the end of the 6 hours we spent going through this pod, I was basically a sloshing puddle of water and mud.

Today I wore a dress because I was interviewing and observing in a class, and it feels much, much worse than yesterday. I feel like it’s colder, more dreary. Thank God I don’t have to wake up and go out this morning. Baby Chewy can just come cuddle me and that will be our morning. Only two more weeks until his schools out, exactly a week until mine is out. Just gotta take it day by day.

Did I mention I am from Florida? Floridians don’t do winter. Sometimes I wonder why I moved to what seems like one of the coldest, rainiest places in the U.S.