Yesterday was not only my birthday, but it was also my blogiversary. Yes, the Navelgazing blog is two years old. I started this blog as a way to record my thoughts and feelings about being pregnant for the first time. I also thought it would be a convenient way to update friends and family about my pregnancy (this was when I was stubbornly refusing to join Facebook). Thus, I chose the name, Navelgazing as a reference to both the introspective nature of the blog and the fact that I was focusing on my pregnancy (I spent a lot of time looking at my belly/navel, get it?).
I had no idea if I would continue to blog past the end of my pregnancy. Yet, here I am two years later, mostly talking about my experiences with motherhood. If you peruse the archives of my blog, you’ll see how the blog has changed over the past two years. There’s an obvious fluctuation in topics that follows the trajectory of my motherhood — from pregnancy to birth to caring for an infant to caring for a toddler. There’s also somewhat of a change in the tone and the style of my writing which illustrates my learning curve with blogging.
I’m still learning my way around the blogosphere. However, I think I’m finally satisfied with my blog’s style and focus. I don’t care to have a large blog or lots of controversy. I just want to write about my experience of motherhood and hope someone can relate to it.
So, here are a few stats from the past two years. Enjoy!
The five most viewed posts:
2. My Navelgazing Homebirth Story — The story of my son’s birth.
3. The Greatest (Birth) Story (N)Ever Told — My observation about how Mary’s perspective seems all but erased from the Nativity Story.
4. Interview with a Daddy — I interviewed C for his perspective on natural parenting and, well, it got hilariously interesting.
5. Hating Kids — Why I hate when people say they hate kids.
Five posts I wish more people had read:
1. Bad News Bearer – A reflection on World AIDS Day and my job at the time.
2. (Which) Mother Knows Best — My observation that behind the struggle between mothers and daughters who are new mothers is the fact that mothers tend to never stop mothering.
3. Sleep is for Suckers — What happens when your baby fights sleep.
4. Da Bear — About the time I stood up to a Nosy Nellie about my parenting.
5. Bump in the Night — A common rite of passage for parents is when your baby first rolls off a bed.
Five interesting search terms that lead people to this blog:
1. “Help me I have no food in for family” — I wish I could help, really, I do.
2. “Pumping the pooper” — WTF???
3. “Reasons for having ambition to be an electrical engineer, essay” — I have no aptitude for engineering.
4. “Let’s take it outside the kids are sleeping” — This could refer to a few things…
5. “Girls breast feeding each other” — Um, not that kind of site, buddy.
I’ve slacked on my Soapbox Sunday posts and it’s high time I got back to doing them. I couldn’t decide on a theme for today so it’s a mish-mash of sorts.
BlackGirlinMaine posted a thoughtful post in response to the recent House vote to defund Planned Parenthood. Many people only associate Planned Parenthood with abortion and birth control services but the organization does much more than that.
Denene Milner of My Brown Baby wrote a passionate response to the recent anti-breastfeeding rhetoric that has invaded the political sphere.
Also, responding to the political anti-breastfeeding rhetoric was Best For Babes, clarifying that It’s not a “Nanny State,” It’s a Booby Trap Nation!
I came across The Julie Project via a link on my Facebook wall. Photographer, Darcy Padilla, chronicled Julie’s life over 17 years. It is a story of HIV/AIDS, addiction, love, loss, motherhood, poverty…it made me think more about how we marginalize and discard people in our society. Julie’s story is intense and some may find it triggering.
Via Womanist Musings I learned about a bill that could soon become law in Afghanistan which would seriously affect women and girls seeking shelter from abusive homes. If the bill becomes law, women seeking shelter could face imprisonment, invasive “virginity tests” and/or forced return to their abusers. Please consider signing this petition in support of these women.
So, what got you up in arms recently?
The month of January has brought a plethora of illness to the Navelgazing household. If it involved puking, diarrhea, conjunctivitis or copious amounts of mucous, we’ve had it. One after the other the three of us fell like flies and never had more than a few days of feeling well before being struck again.
To say that I’m ready to be done with this cycle is an understatement.
One of the things I’ve observed throughout these bouts of illness is how mothering seems to work (or at least my version of mothering). I can’t speak for fathering or any other version of parenthood so forgive me if I’m coming across as exclusionary of others.
When my little one is sick, it is me that he wants the most. I’m the provider of milk which serves as both food and medicine. He’s fine with his daddy some of the time, but Baby E must have his dose of mama or all is not right with his world. So I spend a lot of time cuddling, nursing, and soothing this small person through his misery.
That is as it should be, right?
What ultimately happens is that I will be coughed on, sneezed on, snotted on, puked on, pooped on, etc., etc., etc. I will then get the sickness du jour.
I realize that this has a purpose. In order for me to pass antibodies to the illness through my milk to Baby E, I must be exposed to said illness.
So now, I’m sick too and still primarily responsible for this small person, who might be still sick, on the mend or totally well by this point.
Either way, my body is not totally my own whether sick or well.
The daddy of this house does not have this problem. It isn’t that he doesn’t care or doesn’t help out. It’s more that he’s now the second-in-command of this parenting ship. He goes off to work most days of the week, which leaves Baby E and me alone a lot. When he’s sick, he can mostly count on me to keep the little one away so he can recuperate. When I’m sick, I still have to nurse Baby E whether I feel up to it or not.
I’m not writing this post to complain. I’m well aware that my situation is ameliorated by the fact that I am partnered and do not currently suffer from chronic illness or disability. I just felt the need to record my observation that even on my worst day I’m inextricably intertwined with my child.
And that is just the way it is.