So, you’re breastfeeding and there may have been some challenges along the way or you and your baby may have taken to it like old pros. In our case there had been challenges, but we had gotten into a groove.
Then, all of a sudden there were cracks in my nipples and soon what followed can only be described as the simultaneous feeling of someone burning my nipples and breasts while cutting them with shards of glass. The shooting pains went into my armpits and were most present during an actual feeding session. It was horrendous.
Enter thrush, basically an overproduction of yeast that can occur in your breast and/or in your baby for a myriad of reasons. I am no doctor, so please check out the awesome website, Kellymom, for more information. Click on this link for more information regarding thrush.
Here is what I can tell you from my experience. Sometimes in thrush you will literally be able to see white dots (ie. the yeast in your baby’s mouth and tongue or on their bottom), but in our case this was not visible. Baby Jaytor never wanted to stop breastfeeding and never pulled away crying, which can also be a sign. Rather, the symptoms seemed to be exclusive to me, for which I was very thankful. I knew I needed to take action immediately though, mostly because the pain was so excruciating and it is important not to stop breastfeeding, but also because it can lower your milk production.
I did some research and instead of trying to get in to see my doctor, get a prescription that may or may not clear it up completely, I opted to try what seemed to have good results for a lot of people….Gentian Violet. I know, I know it sounds a little strange, like some medieval treatment, but I could get it at my local Walgreens in 20 minutes from the pharmacy without a prescription and it cost less than $25 dollars.
I brought it home and followed the instructions, which basically requires you to dilute it and “paint” it onto your nipples and then have your baby feed off of it. So, that’s what I did and can I please just tell you the results were rapid. By the next feeding all the pain was almost gone and two feedings later it was like it never happened.
So why doesn’t everyone use this? Well, it’s a total mess. It turns your nipple, well…violet. It also turns your baby’s mouth and lips violet. Think about what happens when an ink pen that your chewing on bursts in your mouth….this is what it looks like in your baby’s mouth. It stains too, so make sure you are wearing a shirt you don’t care about and place a towel down if you are going to be lying on your bed etc. It also contains some alcohol and if not diluted and used too much can cause sores in your baby’s mouth.
My tips….get the Gentian Violet. Put vaseline around your baby’s mouth even up onto their nose as it helps to stop the gentian violet from “bleeding” onto and staining their skin. Once your baby is done breastfeeding on the affected side, wipe off the vaseline and any gentian violet with cotton balls. This will remove a lot of it. And don’t worry your kiddo’s mouth will be violet during the time you are treating it but it goes away, in our case in less than 24 hours.
Anyone else had experience with thrush? Did you use Gentian Violet or another method?
In the mornings often before the sun is up, I pull you from your crib and move towards the glider with you. You are often having muffled cries in anticipation of what is coming. As I sit down, you immediately open your precious little mouth and start whimpering and moving towards my breast. Your latch these days is so good that we unite in one fluid motion. As you start to eat I gaze at you in wonder, whispering prayers of joy and thanksgiving that God has blessed us with you. Tears often fall from my face as your tiny little hands massage my breast, grab the extra skin around my stomach and side that used to be your home, or as you simply stroke mommy in what I feel is a gesture of love and gratitude. You often reach your hand for my face or for my fingers and sometimes we hold hands while you are feeding.
This is our time, in the stillness of the morning, mommy and son and I savor every moment because I know it will be gone sooner than I want. This is the one time of the day that I am truly present, through sleepy eyes, yawns, and stretches, I sing to you our morning songs. They are the songs my mommy sang to me. They are a safe place. They feel like home to me and I hope they do the same for you.
You always let me know when you are done with one side. You sit up and burp and we move to the other side, both of us familiar with this routine. Sometimes you are still sleepy and on side two I start to whistle or make funny noises to keep you awake. You look at me with wonder and smile. You are starting to feel ready to start your day and I am too. Now that we have had our time. I smile back at you and feel at peace. I take a deep breath and say, I love you and together we are ready for a new day.
Love, your mommy
1. Keep score with your spouse. Yep, do it. I dare you, for one day. Tally up who changed more diapers, did more laundry, cleaned up more spit up, made more meals etc.
2. After doing the above scream at your partner for how much more you are doing and how they clearly are a sloth and failing at life.
3. Withhold sex because you are too tired, haven’t showered, the lady parts aren’t quite what they used to be, the kid might see you, hear you, need you etc.
4. When the kid finally is sleeping never interact with your spouse, unless of course you are on #2, showing them something you are reading on an i-pad, computer or phone while they are doing the same, or telling them to handle the wake up.
5. Never tell your partner that you appreciate him or her. Never recognize the support you have inside your own home or that roles might be different.
6. Avoid dates at all costs. I mean seriously finding someone who will not kill your child while you are gone or trying to plan a picnic dinner on the bed while watching a movie on your laptop sounds like a lot of work and there is no way your eyeballs will stay open during the movie.
7. Never try to look cute again. Forget working out, grooming, wearing anything that remotely shows your shape…yep, just give up.
8. Focus on the kid only.
9. Remember you are not on the same team as your partner. The introduction of a baby has magically turned them into a monster who is against you and wants you to fail.
10. Withhold sex.
So, I know this is sarcastic in nature, but I am ashamed to admit I have caught myself doing each of these things at one time or another during these past 8 months. It’s easy to get caught up in the hum drum, woe is me, score keeping, fog of negativity. But seriously, save yourself first and then in turn save your marriage. I hit the husband jackpot, literally, and I have been working very hard to make him feel like that every day. Small or large gesture doesn’t matter. Just be genuine and remember at the end of the day you and your partner are teammates!
Your turn….How did having a baby affect your marriage? Any tips to maintaining a healthy marriage?
In my former life (pre-mommy) as a licensed, clinical social worker I was a supervisor at an adoption agency. In honor of National Adoption Month I would like to apologize to all of my former clients. That’s right, I am going on record and saying that I was not the best adoption professional at the time, but I couldn’t have been. You see, for me never having been a parent, never having been pregnant, or never having longed for a child of my own I look back and see that my role as a professional was damaged due to lack of experience in my own personal life. I am not saying that you have to be a mommy to be a good adoption professional, but for me I would like to explain why I think it was an important missing piece in this apology.
I am sorry to the biological mothers I worked with for not understanding how gut-wrenching and devastating it is to make an adoption plan. I am sorry that I didn’t know how much being pregnant affected your daily life, your mood, your ability to cope, and not to mention the constant reminder of what is to come. I cannot imagine bonding with a child growing inside of my stomach for 10 months knowing that you will not be raising that child. I cannot imagine the internal struggle of trying to hold on so tight during those months or of trying to avoid the million times a day that you feel you are pregnant. I am sorry that when you called me in tears that I put my social work hat on without the benefit of knowing how intense those feelings must be. I am also sorry to those biological mothers who had placed a child for adoption more than once. I truly felt like a failure every time you called back to make another adoption plan. I had always wanted to leave you in a better place than you came to me. I had hoped that you would never be in a situation where life left you in a position where another plan had to be made. Regardless of the circumstances, I wish I could have helped every single one of you get out of your cycle of poverty or addiction, could cure mental illnesses, could bless you with a supportive family and friends, a loving church and community, could help you leave an abusive situation, and could give you the tools to be a parent to that child.
I am sorry to the adoptive families who came to me from all walks of life, from those struggling through heartbreaking rounds of fertility treatments, unanswered questions, financial and marital strain, and the emotional hell that accompanies all of these things. I am sorry that I didn’t understand how much it hurts to want something you cannot have. I still will never know to the full extent since I do have my own biological child, but I do now know how much the love for your child is all-encompassing. I understand why sometimes despite my best efforts that you called me after hours panicked about something. I understand why you over-analyzed every detail that was provided to you. I understand why you had trouble trusting. In my attempt to be the sense of calm in your life, to help you put boundaries in place or to help you loosen them when needed, I couldn’t really understand the root of your feelings.
As a social worker I will never be able to have the exact same life experience as my clients. I will never be able to fully walk a mile in their shoes. I will never be able to control them, to solve all their problems, to help them avoid all the pain in life, or to have an answer to every question. But, as a mother, now I can tell you that I experience the sleepless nights worrying about x, y, and z. The thought of anyone taking my child from me is a feeling so intense I cannot adequately describe it in words. My child takes my breath away at every turn. I love him more than I ever thought was humanly possible. So no matter how you came to be a mother let me say I have a whole new level of respect for you. It is the hardest job on the planet both in the raising and the giving of that child.
To the biological parents, you are selfless and have my deepest respect for being able to make a decision that is in the best interest of your child. In putting their needs before your own you are in turn creating so much pain for yourself. I wish I could take that away. I wish I could show you in your circumstance that the child is thriving and happy in their new home, while also telling you that this does not discount your love for them. I want you to know that you are doing a great job.
To the adoptive parents, whether you struggled with infertility or not, you have my utmost respect. You have taken such a leap of faith for the possibility to be blessed with an addition to your family. Your struggle is not in vain and I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that way. Your ability to love a child that did not come from your body does not mean that your love is not adequate. You are true champions. I hope that you will always be confident in your role. I hope that you will understand that there is room in that child’s heart to love more than one mommy and/or more than one daddy. I hope that you will feel brave enough to create an appropriate space for the reassurance of your child and biological mother, whether through pictures and updates, visits, phone calls, letters etc. I want you to know that you are doing a great job.
If I should ever venture back into the world of adoption as a professional, I can tell you I will be different. I will be better for you and for me. Until then, may we remember that as we celebrate this the gift of adoption that in our own celebrations there are others struggling with the reminders of a selfless decision they made. May we not be divided, but united as parents, as mothers, as the givers and developers of the lives and families created through adoption.
…..and other ridiculous first time mother notions.
Give my child a pacifier….you know they cause a dependency and will ruin your child’s teeth and will interfere with your bonding. UMMM, the second my son wouldn’t stop crying for hours on end I ran down to Target faster than lightning and bought not one, but three different kinds of pacifiers and tried for months to get my kiddo to like them. Karma….he has always hated the pacifier except for one random 45 minute session.
No toxic, chemical filled diapers will ever touch my child’s behind. I will not pollute landfills with disposable diapers. SOOOO, I stocked up on cloth diapers and a few chlorine free diapers for my child’s first few weeks home. First attempt at cloth diapers resulted in diaper rash and screams from said child immediately upon wetting the diaper. SOOOO, we moved to chlorine free disposable diapers, but guess what those freaking things will not hold an entire night’s worth of pee so I sold out and bought Pampers. Chemical and fragrance filled diapers, but they are rockstars at collecting pee.
Give my child formula. Why would I when I can breastfeed for free and they say, “breast is best.” WELLLLLL, enter a tongue tie that was clipped twice, almost losing my supply completely (despite taking all the fenugreek, pumping, eating brewer’s yeast, oatmeal, and every other old wives tale out there etc.), little man having breastfeeding jaundice and dairy and egg allergies. My kiddo lost too much weight too fast and was apparently starving. I hopped on down to Whole Foods and bought some organic formula, mind you I was crying, but my child was relieved to be fed.
Let my kiddo cry it out. SEEEEE above, throw into the feeding issues some reflux, a healthy dose of colic, hours of rocking and holding and singing and ssssshhhing, letting the kiddo fall asleep suckling on my boob, failed transfers to the cribs, up to ten wake ups per night at almost 6 months old and this mommy threw in the towel. Cry it out was terrible, but you know what my kid sleeps….off me, in a crib. He is well rested now, knows how to self-soothe, and his mother is 1000 times more sane because of it.
Have a non-organic, non-BPA free, perfectly clean toy in his mouth. WHAAAAT? Are you freaking kidding me with this stuff you first time mommy. The kid will soon be a tornado, plowing through 30 toys a minute and he hates that boring, bland, dull pastel organic toy you bought him. He loves the bright colored, full of BPA plastic, dirtier than a mud puddle toy that lights up. Just vacuum every once in a while and wash those toys when you can and get the heck over it.
Never leave my kiddo’s side for a minute. SERIOUSLY. This isn’t even possible. And yes, he fell off the bed one time in my presence when I turned around for 20 seconds. Somehow he catapulted in his motor development and lunged off the side of the bed towards me. Don’t worry I took him to the doctor and he was fine. Help yourself and baby proof because I promise you every cord, electronic devices, chemical and other potential hazardous item to their health will be the only things they want to go after the second you turn around.
Wear yoga pants every day. HMMMMM, ever been in a stage where you are between sizes in your life. What fits? Yoga pants. Every day. And if you do get back to that pre-pregnancy size just know that things fit differently. Black yoga pants are wonderfully slimming and go with everything. Fancy outfit to total disaster they are your ticket to getting ready in 10 seconds.
Hear me argue or curse or raise my voice. GIVE ME A BREAK. Let’s talk about post partum hormones, lack of sleep, loss of freedom, pretty much feeling like you have no idea what you are doing 24/7, parenting “advice” from everyone, and a “difficult” baby and I give you arguing, cursing, and raising my voice. Now, I really do try to avoid doing this around my kiddo. I try to reserve being upset for behind closed doors, but this is life, kid. Mommy isn’t perfect and life isn’t either. I will try to give you the tools to choose a better response.
Seriously though, for all you new moms out there. You are a great mother. You are doing a fantastic job. We are all doing the best we can. Avoid people who tell you parenting is a breeze….they are on drugs, have hired help, or are completely delusional. Parenting is hard work. It’s 24/7. But the reward really is great. You will love your child more than you ever thought was possible through all of it. And one day, because we all come full circle, you can remind them that you wiped their butt when you need them to start wiping yours.
Got sober. Well, I did this several years before baby but if there is ever a time for an addiction to rear its ugly head it is during a new, stressful, sleep deprived event. So find a different way to cope before you jump in the mommy and daddy game.
Went to La Leche League, New Moms Group, pediatricians etc. Establish your support group before you have the baby so that WHEN you need support it’s not as scary to ask for it.
Took one last trip with the husband solo. Babymoons should not be optional. Even if you’re on a budget….go somewhere with your spouse before the baby comes. It could be a day at the beach, a picnic in the park, or simply walking holding hands. Embrace the love between the two of you, because when you become three that love will both blossom and be tested in ways you can only imagine.
Made freezer meals. Wish I had made more, but am so thankful for what we had. In between other people cooking or bringing you meals there will be a random lunch or dinner where suddenly you have nothing, at least you think nothing until you open the freezer. I cannot tell you how much comfort I got from a hot meal of real food.
Got a haircut, my eyebrows done, a manicure and a pedicure….oh and the day of I showered when I was in early labor. Seriously if it is in the budget do these things. It could be awhile before your grooming habits actually have time to occur.
Lived my life. This doesn’t mean that life stops when you have a kid, but it is different. For me, I was glad that I had my twenties to myself for travel, independence, education, growth, personal development etc. I went through a lot of junk in my twenties and am glad that I learned more healthy ways to cope before I had a kiddo.
Married the man of my dreams who has turned into the father of my dreams. Cheesy, but true. Pick your mate wisely for the trials that come with a kid will challenge the best of friends and lovers.
Now it’s your turn. What were you glad you did before having a baby? How many babies do you have?
At this point mommy was in transition but didn’t know it. Daddy suspected mommy was in transition but wasn’t sure so didn’t want to tell her she was for fear he was wrong. Mommy was trying to bend over the bed during contractions. She went from trying to breathe, focus and relax through the contractions to grunting, panting, and screaming through them.
This is when mommy recalls being aware of where she was and the pain again. All of a sudden the pain was overwhelming to mommy. Mommy started telling daddy that she couldn’t do this, that she wanted the epidural. Mommy thought that she wasn’t even in transition yet, and transition is the hardest part of labor, so mommy was afraid that if it was already so bad that she couldn’t make it through 12 hours more of this kind of labor.
The doula and daddy thought that they should ask for the midwife to come check mommy, so they told the nurses that mommy wanted to push (but she really didn’t…just wanted them to check her). They thought this might help mommy so she could understand that she was further along than she though. So, the midwife came in and said that mommy was at 5cm. 5cm? Mommy was feeling really defeated. She was hoping for a boost of confidence and was wishing she had heard 9 or 10 cm. But, the midwife went on to say she said she could feel more scar tissue in mommy’s cervix and really needed to move it over in the next contraction. Daddy asked if it would help speed up labor and she said definitely so she did so on next contraction. Mommy remembers it feeling very painful, literally like someone manually trying to move internal organs while you are already in intense pain.
At this point mommy remembers feeling very overwhelmed, depressed and wanting to give up. Again, mommy thought that only being at 5cm meant we had to get all the way to 10 cm which could still be hours. Mommy was feeling the most overwhelming pain during contractions. They literally took over her entire body. Mommy felt shaky and had an overwhelming feeling like pooping and throwing up all at the same time. The pain kept getting worse with each contraction and mommy literally felt like she couldn’t take one more contraction. Mommy again started telling daddy she couldn’t do this, that she was so sorry but she needed an epidural. Mommy started screaming through the contractions and at one point told daddy to get her the f’ing epidural. Daddy and the doula were very encouraging telling mommy she could do it, squeezing her hips through contractions, telling her she was closer than she realized.
Daddy and the doula asked everyone to leave the room so could make a decision on the epidural. Daddy put a suppository in mommy’s vagina that was supposed to help break up the scar tissue. Daddy said he was very reluctant to do it as he had to go up and around your head to the cervix. He was afraid it would hurt mommy more during the process, but knew it would help in the long run. The doula also gave daddy some labor support for mommy to suck on. After that mommy was still was asking for the epidural, so called for an IV to give mommy fluids. They said mommy had to go through the whole bag before she could get the epidural.
The doula suggested laboring in a side position on the bed and mommy tried to get into that position but couldn’t, so mommy and daddy moved to the floor. Daddy sat behind mommy and mommy was squatting resting on daddy. The nurse put the IV in at this time. Mommy was really scared and asked how long it would take to get through the IV bag and they said about 45 minutes to get through because the needle was so small. Mommy was feeling like a total failure since she asked for the epidural when that was not really what she wanted, but knew in her head there was still time to get out of it, so everyone refocused. The doula turned on some labor music and daddy coached mommy through contractions. Mommy remembers visualizing and saying in her own head that God was with her, God would help her through each contraction, to trust and turn it over to God. Mommy was able to focus on and control her breathing much better. The pain was still super intense, but the ability to focus and to try and relax through it was so helpful.
At this point mommy totally switched focus and relaxed through the contractions. It was seriously hard and took a huge amount of concentration. Mommy at one point just asked for daddy to stop talking through contractions so she could concentrate. We spent about 15 minutes on the floor, daddy thinks maybe there were 2-3 minutes between contractions, but mommy felt like they were on the floor for an hour. Daddy said during this time the nurses were very respectful of trying to help the birth plan and were even trying to delay the epidural. They asked twice if we still wanted it and the second time daddy asked mommy if she was ok to cancel the epidural and mommy said yes.
Mommy knew this was the turning point. There was no looking back now. Mommy and daddy were committed to getting you out without drugs. Daddy said at this point he started to get tired and couldn’t support mommy through the contractions so they moved into the bed. Daddy sat behind mommy and continued like they had been on the floor. Daddy says that he and mommy were in the bed for about an hour. Daddy felt like mommy was pretty responsive to what he was telling her. Daddy said that mommy was having trouble breathing deep through the contractions. Mommy remembers this too and so daddy was amazing and started to take deep breaths to help breathe with mommy. Mommy totally remembers being in sync with daddy and feeling such support and feeling safe in the midst of a scary and painful situation.
This was another turning point for mommy and she knew she could do it then with daddy there with her. Mommy had already lost all track of time at this point, but remembers the urge to push and tried to resist it through two contractions. The doula said not to resist it. On the second time the doula came over and looked and told daddy that mommy looked good and to push. The doula told the nurses mommy felt like pushing and the midwife, Beth was paged.
Mommy was arching her back and trying to push down against the bed during contractions. Beth recommended that mommy curl her head down against chest and mommy suddenly remembered that she learned and practiced how to push in Bradley classes but hadn’t been doing it properly. Mommy tried to breathe three times when she could feel a contraction coming and then bear down until couldn’t any more, took one more breath and beared down again. On some contractions mommy could even do it a fourth time. The midwife asked if wanted stirrups and mommy said yes. The midwife was awesome, coaching mommy through each contraction, literally putting her hands inside mommy so could physically feel where to focus on pushing. Mommy remembered back to a story in bradley class where a lady said she literally spent hours pushing the wrong way, that she needed to push like she had to poop. So, this is what mommy did. It was such a crazy sensation…the contractions would literally build inside and mommy would lace finger through daddy’s hands to prep and then would breath and bear down like above. Mommy and daddy were totally in sync pushing the you out together. Daddy thinks mommy pushed 10-12 times before you came out. Mommy remembers being really exhausted between contractions and it was hard to relax immediately once the contraction was over to regain strength. The doula and midwife started telling mommy and daddy that they could see the head. Mommy could feel a slight burning as the head started to come out more and could tell after one contraction that you were partially out between mommy’s legs.
The staff started bringing stuff over, a tray with a bunch of instruments and they took the bottom of the bed out at which time mommy felt like she was going to fall out. The midwife put on a mask so mommy knew you were coming. Right about this time they gave mommy oxygen….daddy heard them say low HR but didn’t know if they meant you or mommy. The midwife asked that the nurse page the doctor on call and told mommy that she had to push you out on the next contraction. When mommy heard that she mustered up all her strength and she and daddy pushed hard…..a total of 5 times during one contraction.
It was such a release when you came sliding out. It didn’t really hurt, rather pushing was such a release and was actually mommy’s favorite part of labor. We were working as a whole family to get you out. Mommy exclaimed that “we did it.” Mommy and daddy were both crying. They immediately put you on my chest and the midwife said, “Do you see what you have?” Mommy didn’t know what she meant and they all said,”It’s a boy.” Mommy had a delayed response because she didn’t see your penis at first…but then mommy said oh my gosh, look at his teeny tiny penis! (Sorry, buddy. Not the best thing to say, but can mommy get a pass here?) Everyone laughed.
You were screaming when you came out to show off your healthy lungs. After a little bit you opened your eyes. You laid on mommy’s chest and your cord was pulsating. Daddy was still behind mommy. The midwife started to stitch mommy up and once mommy realized that was happening asked if she tore. They told mommy that she had an episiotomy. Mommy asked how much she tore and they said 2nd degree. The stitches didn’t feel great, particularly sore towards the back. The needle looked like a hook and mommy could generally feel the stitches going in. They gave mommy shots to numb the area and they gave mommy potosin to help get the placenta out and prevent hemoraging. The placenta was delivered and daddy got to cut your cord once it was done pulsating.
At this time daddy got out of bed, the midwife finished up and gave mommy a hug and kiss and said congratulations that she did a great job. Daddy called your maternal grandparents and said that we have a boy, while you and mommy continued to have skin to skin time. You didn’t take to breastfeeding right away…in fact mommy was a little worried because it took you and a long time to latch, the latch hurt a lot and you only drank for about 2 minutes. The doula thought maybe you had a tongue tie (she ended up being right, but more on that another day). At this time the doula had to go because she had to take the placenta which she was encapsulating.
All the nurses were very helpful and supportive. Mommy got some motrin to help with the episiotomy pain. After several hours they took you and did footprints (we didn’t want that yucky ink on you but it was hospital policy). They also took pictures of you, weighed and measured you….7lbs. 2 oz and 21 inches long. We were impressed. You were such a big boy.
Your maternal grandparents got there around an hour after you were born. They bought you a flower arrangement with yellow and white daisies, baby’s breath, and peach carnations, plus a blue balloon with a cow jumping over the moon that said “Congratulations on your new baby boy.”
We are so happy you are here. We love you. We hope you enjoyed the story of your birth and mommy promises never to say you have a teeny, tiny penis again!
We had a lovely potluck style Thanksgiving this year, which I was thrills about as cooking the entire meal with an infant seemed less than thrilling. Still, I love to cook and try new things, so this Friday pin for the win is going to highlight the recipe from Pinterest that was the inspiration for my recipe. It was a winner.
Here is the link to the original recipe as prepared by the Roasted Root. Below is my adapted version based on our preferences and availability of ingredients in the house. No last minute food runs to the grocery store makes me happy!
Tri-Color Quinoa, Almond and Cranberry Salad
2 cups Tricolor quinoa uncooked
4 cups vegetable broth or water
2 small sweet potatoes
1 tbsp coconut oil
1/2. c dried cranberries
1 1/2 c. raw almonds
2 tbsp. maple syrup
1 tsp cinnamon
2 small tangerines, juiced (1/2c.)
3 T. coconut oil
1.5 T. maple syrup
Sprinkle of cinnamon
Salt to taste
1/4 tsp. cayenne pepper (optional)
1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F.
2. Peel and chop sweet potatoes into bite size pieces.
3. Spread onto a baking sheet and toss with coconut oil.
4. Place in preheated oven and bake 25-35 minutes.
5. While the sweet potatoes are baking, bring water or vegetable broth to a boil and add quinoa. Once boiling again turn down to simmer and cook 15 minutes or until the water is gone. When the quinoa is done, please fluff it with a fork.
6. Remove sweet potatoes from the oven, but do not turn the oven off.
7. Toss almonds with maple syrup and cinnamon in a bowl.
8. Spread onto baking sheet lined with parchment paper. (The parchment paper really is a must unless you want to be scrubbing the pan for hours).
9. Put almonds in the oven. Bake for 7 minutes. Remove from oven and toss. Put back in the oven, checking again after 3 minutes. They should be done, but if they need longer check on the very frequently as nuts can burn easily.
10. Once cooled to the touch you may choose to either chop them or keep them whole.
11. Place quinoa in large serving platter. Toss with dressing, sweet potato, and almonds. Serve immediately.
**If you want to serve the salad at a later time you can still toss all ingredients together, except the almonds as the dressing will make them soggy. Simply toss, cover and refrigerate. When ready to serve rehydrate with some vegetable broth and heat in the oven or saucepan.**
1. Juice the tangerines into a small bowl being careful to remove all seeds.
2. Add the remaining ingredients (coconut oil, maple syrup, cinnamon, salt and cayenne (optional).
3. Whisk together. Add to salad as instructed above.
I most enjoy this salad when it is warm and have had success reheating it the next day! This dish screams fall to me and it will be reappearing on our Thanksgiving table in years to come.
Your turn: Share a link to a recipe on Pinterest that was a win for you! Did you modify it?
It’s your first Thanksgiving and you are the number one blessing we give thanks for in our lives. Here is your special story of the day you arrived and we gave thanks! One day you will be old enough to read and understand the miracle of your birth. Mommy would do it again a million times over to have you!
During the middle of the night on April 1st, mommy had some cramping that woke her up about 5-6 times. They were like very strong period cramps. When mommy got up in the morning, she told daddy that she just felt different and was going to try to take a shower in case this was the early stages of labor. Mommy was having brown and bloody discharge, plus stronger, but irregular contractions. Mommy text messaged the doula at 7:56am with a message letting her know this as well. The doula said, “Excellent, keep me posted.” Mommy started to have slightly stronger contractions, but she was still able to take a shower and get dressed. Mommy continued getting ready for the day. You and mommy used to work out first thing in the morning, but mommy didn’t feel like doing a walking workout or Bradley exercises, so she made breakfast for her and daddy instead. We had scrambled eggs, peanut butter toast, and pineapple all washed down with a ton of water. Mommy had some contractions while cooking, but none that made her stop what she was doing.
After we ate with daddy he suggested that we try to walk around, which is one thing we learned in Bradley classes to do to see if it is really labor or not. We did some walking in the condo and some walking around the interior of the outside of the condo. We made it two laps….mommy had to stop several times and lean on daddy and breath through contractions. We were timing them at this point. They went from about 7 to 5 to 2 minutes apart rather quickly and were about 30 sec-1 min in intensity. We noticed the frequency and intensity were increasing. When we came back in from second lap mommy told daddy that he should probably call doula, Stephanie Moore. He did so and she said she would be here within 30 minutes. We started “setting the stage” for labor as mommy and daddy assumed they would be laboring at home for a long time.
We turned down lights, put relaxation music on i-pad, got out mommy’s mantras and verses, plus labor positions and other information from the Bradley class. Also got hospital bags out just in case and had daddy get his stuff ready too. Mommy was going to make chocolate chip cookies for the nurses, but ended up putting things away when it became clear that probably wasn’t going to happen. Daddy did pack up some food…honey, banana, apple, Kind bars etc for the hospital. He heated the rice pack, got out tennis balls, and started to be much more involved in coaching through contractions. Mommy tried leaning over, standing and “hanging from daddy”, sitting on the toilet backwards (this was a good one and allowed mommy to poop for about the 6th time that morning. These were big, loose, stools.) When the doula got here she took a few looks around and saw mommy and sent daddy to the car to put the hospital bags in so we could go to the hospital. She got behind mommy and put pressure on hips during contractions. This felt really amazing to mommy.
When daddy got back in the house Stephanie said it was time to go to the hospital. Mommy had another contraction when trying to gather up everything to go. Stephanie was adamant that after next contraction had to get to the hospital. Had another contraction in the stairwell and paused for that. Got to car and mommy sat on all fours in front seat with butt towards front of the car. Daddy drove fast and furious to the hospital, mommy had a contraction at a stoplight. In the back of mommy’s mind wondering what other people around the car are thinking, but not caring that much.
We pulled up to the ER entrance, and mommy got in a wheelchair. Stephanie wheeled mommy straight to L and D, while daddy got stuff from car. Daddy met us in L and D triage. Stephanie tried to tell them it wasn’t needed, but they said it was. They put us in a room and daddy came in as they were changing mommy into a gown. Mommy used the restroom while they paged the midwife on call to come check. Midwife was Beth….she checked mommy and said that she was 100% effaced but only 2cm dilated. She asked if mommy had any surgeries because she felt a lot of scar tissue. Everyone said LEEP. Midwife asked if she could try to move the scar tissue during contraction because she thought mommy should be btwn. 4-5cm at that point. Might break bag of waters as well. Mommy looked to daddy and doula for guidance. Doula said to do it because it was the only holding mommy back from progressing at that point. So, the midwife did and boy did that hurt. The bag of waters gushed all over the floor bringing blood etc with it as she did that, but immediately she said we were to 4cm, 100% effaced and you were at station plus two.
They transferred mommy and daddy to a labor and delivery suite. Mommy sort of blacked out during this time from the pain so daddy had to tell her about the next chunk of time. The contractions were coming so quickly at this point that daddy didn’t have time to start any music. Daddy was trying to get mommy relaxed and comfortable. Mommy tried different positions, sitting on birthing ball…no good, leaning over on the bed….not so great either. Mommy moved to toilet and sat backwards…pooped again. While mommy was on the toilet the nurses had to draw blood from mommy and get the hep lock in. Nurse was a little miffed because mommy was not in a good position to give her an arm and nurse had to squat down. The nurse got hep lock on first draw….tried to draw blood but she was having trouble because mommy’s blood pressure was low. She finally got it. Mommy and daddy went back to the bed and that is when contractions started to get really intense.