hi, I’m lynse and I’m kinda crunchy.
I don’t define myself as all the way crunchy. I don’t bake bread…or bake for that matter. The kitchen and I are friends if it means putting something in the microwave or eating something someone else has prepared. I don’t eat organic foods unless I have a little extra in my wallet, and then it’s typically bananas, because they’re yummy. I frequent the McDonald’s Drive Thru more than I would like to admit (their sweet tea and fries are to me what meth is to a meth head). I am just kinda crunchy.
I work at a baby store. As one lady referred to it, a hoity toity baby shop. We specialize in cloth diapers and natural parenting product. So I can tell you all about your cloth diapers, why they smell, why they’re stained and how to strip them. I can show and tell you the proper way to wear your baby in a ring sling, ergo, beco and several other carriers. I wear my baby to work at this said shop and can often times be found nursing her in the sling. I can safely install your car seat and teach you how and what “best practice” is for your little one and will always recommend that they stay rear facing…cause it is actually safer. To many people that might walk in, I am a hippie. Clearly after reading the paragraph above I am far from it. No good self and world loving hippie would consume french fries from McDonalds…but let’s be honest, they’re likely cardboard so I am kinda recycling right?
The reason I started this blog is because I work with parents everyday. Every. Day. Parents who are trying to find their own space in the crazy world of parenting with the millions of dollars spent marketing products to them and telling them what they NEED to survive that first year of parenting. I am not wanting to push my opinion on anyone. The point of this is to show you that there is middle ground between the super hippies that make their own baby food, nurse until their child goes to college, cloth diaper, baby wear, extended rear face and bash the moms that choose otherwise. My goal is to inform and empower each and every parent to find what works for their family. I don’t spend the waking hours with you and your baby. I don’t have to tend to your cracked and bleeding nipples at 3am when you are petrified to latch the baby on because the pain has become unbearable, and let me tell you, I’ve been there and it SUCKS.
My goal is to support you in whatever decision you make and give you the tools you feel will make you the best parent.
With my first child, Print, I really wanted to breastfeed. It was my only plan. We didn’t own bottles and definitely had not purchased formula. He came out and had zero interest in latching. We saw 3 different lactation specialists and they all said the same thing, his mouth looked great, he just wouldn’t open his mouth. So there I was. a new baby boy who I wanted so desperately nurse and feeling rejected by him. He didn’t want me. So in that moment, I wanted to ensure I didn’t let my supply dwindle because I knew that breastmilk was the best, I began pumping. I would pump every 2 hours for 20 minutes at a time. I cried at first as I wasn’t making enough to keep up with my little mans hunger. He had some formula. I had to be ok with that knowing there was not another way for him to survive. I wasn’t connected with other mamas and didn’t know that there was such a thing as breastmilk sharing. But I made the best decision for us with what I knew. I used disposable diapers until he was about 6 weeks old. It was easier. I had more on my plate than a new mom should. I went back to work part time at 3 weeks postpartum. I was surviving. We started cloth slowly but surely.
I share that story to show you that i get it. I understand life is crazy. These little beings that you plan so meticulously for change your plans. Your love for them has to grow as they challenge and grow you before they can even utter a word or consciously smile.
I never want to be the person who makes you feel like a bad parent. Ever. Barring you abusing, neglecting or harming your child you are doing the best you can with what you have. And really, to ask any more while you are in an ass backwards and sleep deprived state would never be fair.
I hope to create a community that is safe. Safe for everyone. Yes, I have a crunchy bent, but I don’t live your life. You do, and at the end of the day when you crawl in to bed with your baby, rock your baby to sleep and then lay them gently in to their crib, or never actually get a wink of sleep for days at a time you have to get up, get your caffeine and be happy in your life, your skin and your decisions.
So as another parent trying to figure this fantastically disastrous and beautiful life we as parents live I say kudos to you for caring for those that can’t care for themselves and getting up each morning not sure if you’re going to be covered in spit up, hit in the head with a hard plastic toy (or glass bottle) or screamed at by a little one all day. It’s a tough job…and though they can’t say it, and likely won’t until their mid 20′s, they love you and are thankful it’s you wiping their ass, whether you use cloth wipes or the cheap off brand wipes.