Category: Parenting

Yeah, I ate that.

Placenta encapsulation.

What the heck?

I know, bear with me guys.

I’m just a hippie by nature. I’ll just throw that out there. I’ve always leaned towards a more natural lifestyle and dug into alternative remedies.

When I got pregnant it was like research on steroids.Cloth diapers, breastfeeding, co-sleeping, etc I rubbed coconut oil on my belly and tried to eat the right things….but what about me?

What about the aftermath of birth…postpartum care and recovery?

I started digging into what the heck to do about my hormones going crazy and my body healing while simultaneously going into breastfeeding mode. This just sounded like a lot of stuff to me.

So, I landed in placenta ingestion. Now, some people flat out eat it. That’s not the life for me guys.

So, I opted to have it encapsulated. This means that a Doula dehydrated it into powder and put it in pill form. She also made me a tincture so when I go through menopause and lose my mind, I can try that out too.

So that being said, ingesting your placenta is supposed to benefit your milk supply, healing from a ton of blood loss, and also support your hormones since they go crazy when you have the baby.I was a good test subject because I did this with my first baby but I couldn’t with my second (she was high risk and the placenta couldn’t be saved). So, I got to see both sides of it.

Yes, my doctor thought I was crazy when I asked him to set the placenta aside instead of disposing it. He said I was his first patient in all of his career to do it-there’s a first time for everything!

The truth is, placenta ingestion has been practiced for centuries. Scientifically there’s no super solid evidence you should do this BUT it’s one of the many things in motherhood you just have to decide for yourself. I figured it couldn’t hurt.It is a nutrient rich organ and if it has the potential to ease my transition into becoming an exhausted, healing, breastfeeding mother then I was totally down.

The process was fairly straightforward. We called the Doula when I was going into labor so she would be on standby. Once I had my baby, the placenta was placed into a medical bag and into a cooler. The Doula came to pick it up from the hospital and then a couple days later she delivered the placenta pills and tincture to my home. She also checked up on me to see how I was doing mentally and physically-Doula’s are cool like that. So long story short-I took my placenta pills twice a day. My milk supply was great with Noelle and I honestly do think that it eased my transition into motherhood and healing. I noticed a big difference emotionally and in my energy levels when I took them versus when I forgot to.

I wasn’t able to do this with Orchid and I had a harder time with postpartum recovery and breastfeeding so, I personally think it was worth it when I did it. I enjoyed the experience and it was a personal preference. 

The moral of the story is-if you’re someone who is interested in alternative remedies and a more natural lifestyle I encourage you to do some research because there are options and you do not have to stick with one certain path! 

And yes, I still have my tincture for menopause so we’ll see!

Can I borrow your crayons? Moms-listen up!

Yeah, moms an artist.

…and the apple didn’t fall far.

Creativity is time consuming though and it turns out, so is being a mom of two

So naturally, I haven’t focused on really creating much since my kidos were born.

5 years ago.

#oops

About a week ago I picked my pencils back up and now I can’t stop. It doesn’t make sense why I haven’t been making time for it.

I mean, I’ve been just a little busy raising two kids. Just a little.

But now those little girls are getting older and I’m starting to come out of that up-all-night, diapers and sippy cups phase. I’m entering the school-age phase (which is surprisingly still full of tantrums…darn.)

Anywho-

One of my daughters loves to draw too. It’s really all she does.Last week we sat and created and talked and it was one of those unforgettable moments where I wasn’t vacuuming goldfish crumbs or playing referee between my kids.

I pulled out one of my “serious” drawings (which I never do for fear of juice spills or something crazy) but I gave it a shot and it worked. I was simply just sitting and creating with one of my favorite human beings on the planet.

I remember drawing at the coffee table when I was her age. As I got a little older I would use nail polish as paints and hairspray as fixative. I was always making something-usually a huge mess. I always felt the innate need to make something and my parents let me.

I could never leave a blank surface alone. Imagine being the parent of that. Just imagine. #sorrymom *insert magic eraser advertisement here*

I’m the same way though. I’ve always encouraged my girls to make something-even if it’s a mess.

The first time Noelle drew on the wall I was so proud of her drawing that I took a photo of it.

You guys, I took a photo. Who does that? 🤣

I was sad when it came time to move and we had to paint over it. I cherished her creativity and I wanted it to flow freely.

Like that time she was 1 and I gave her paints and a pumpkin. She painted it and then rolled it across the kitchen floor. I call it the great pumpkin paint disaster of 2014. She loved it.

I loved that she loved it.

I fully regretted that enthusiasm when Orchid was born and markers+our white walls became her daily favorite thing. 🤦🏻‍♀️ but hey, we got through it 👍🏻

So, art has impacted all aspects of my life without really realizing it – including how I raise my children.

I won’t give you some cliche about how you should make time to do what you love cause you know what?

Parenting is flippin’ exhausting and we ‘re all just doing the best we can.

I mean, somedays I’m just proud of the fact my girls have on matching socks 🤷🏻‍♀️ #win

In a perfect world would we stay up after they go to sleep and do what we love? Would we set time aside in the day? Would I sit down and color Paw Patrol coloring book pages with my kids every morning?

Sure.

But sometimes we’re just tired. Sometimes we need to get things done. Sometimes we don’t make time for ourselves. And sometimes hobbies are shoved in a closet for years on end because play dates and blanket forts are more important and that’s perfectly okay.

My advice: don’t forget who you are mamas. It might take 5 years but, someday you’ll be able to incorporate that part of you into parenting and it’ll be one of those moments that trumps many others.

Someday instead of crayons and coloring book pages it’ll be sketchbooks and pencils and you’ll realize how fast it really does go and how epic it is to show them what you love.

If your passion is skydiving though, I would recommend just doing that by yourself. Not all hobbies are meant to be shared 💁🏻‍♀️ #justsayin