So What's the Big Deal with Babywearing?

A Breastfeeding Baby Doll?--I LOVE It!

2011-03-23T08:43:00.009-05:00

Seems there's a bit of controversy about a new doll (new to the US market)--a breastfeeding doll--that allows your little girl (or boy) to pretend to breastfeed by donning a special halter top complete with flower "breasts" to which a specially made doll can "latch" (just really moves it's mouth up and down--still pretty impressive--and makes suckling noises) and stop crying by being satisfied at mama's breast. TMI? Teaching kids about function of the breast too early? Going to make girls want to get pregnant and have babies too soon, increasing the teenage birth rate even more? Fostering lesbian fantasies in little girls? (Oh, for crying out loud!!)

It seems these are some of the concerns about this new doll, from Berjuan, a Spanish toymaker. The baby is known as "Bebe Gloton," literally translated as "Glutinous Baby," really just meaning "hungry baby," and bloggers and parent critics have lots of negative things to say about it.

A few nay-sayer's comments here: http://www.thingamababy.com/baby/2009/07/babyglutton.html or here: http://www.nj.com/parenting/eric_ruhalter/index.ssf/2009/08/glutton_baby_the_breast_feedin.html or perhaps here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/08/06/gluttonous-baby-controver_n_252952.html
and even winning a spot on the "14 Worst Toys for Girls" list-- http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/09/02/worst-toys-for-girls_n_701063.html

Amazing how much negativity one little hungry dolly, hungry for her mama's milk, that is, can spawn! I, for one, love the idea; I think this is an excellent way to begin exposing small children to how a baby was intended/designed to be fed, just as it's a great idea to allow small children to watch family pets give birth to their young and then nurture them at their breast, and have mom/dad explain what's going on.

No one cringes or complains that ALL baby dolls come equipped with bottles, pacifiers, and pureed baby food to be fed to them from day one (let's not even mention the disposable diapers). Do people truly rarely stop to think about what that communicates to kids--babies are fed using a bottle filled with artificial "baby milk," i.e., some cow's milk based concoction that's topped off with lots of high-fructose corn syrup and other lovely stuff? Why is it easier for us, as Americans, anyway, to shed a tear at the plight of a zoo animal that is abandoned by it's mother at birth (and that's topic for a whole different blog post) and must be raised on--oh, poor baby polar bear--artificial polar bear milk fed by a zoo keeper from a bottle. Does no one see the similarities--poor baby human, "rejected" (yikes, I don't want to ignite a firestorm, but it does make you wonder) by it's mama from her breast, forced to be fed artificial human baby milk from a bottle. (Hadn't thought about the similarities before, are humans truly experiencing the same chemical/hormonal/emotional disruption that one presumes a captive zoo animal is experiencing when it refuses to nurture it's cub at it's breast?) (And before I start offending too many people by even entertaining this line of thought, let me clarify by saying that I'm specifically thinking about those moms that choose to bottle feed ABM from day one, not those moms who try to breastfeed and encounter problem after problem and lack good breastfeeding support and end up switching to formula. Big difference, at least as far as I'm concerned). Need to ponder on that thought and research that a bit).

And another thought--why is it okay for parents to allow their 4-and 5-year-old daughters to join cheer teams and dance troupes in which they learn dance routines that teach them to shake and move their teeny bodies in a VERY provocative fashion, "shaking their booties," doing the "milk shake," and wearing skimpy shiny outfits complete with bra-tops and half-shirts, etc? I'm confused--so it's okay for my 4-year-old to learn how to use her body in a sexual fashion to attract members of the opposite sex, but it's "disgusting," "inappropriate," "weird," "gross," etc. to teach her what her breasts were REALLY designed to do? Get a grip, America, and WAKE UP to your hypocrisy!!

Sigh. Anyway. As a mom, as a breastfeeding mom of 4, as a La Leche League leader, and as an IBCLC, I applaud the attempts of this toy company to assist in exposing our children to what is a normal, healthy act of mother love. As much as I'd love to get one of these dolls for my kids, I don't know that it would provide much more positive change or educate them anymore about how babies were intended to be fed, seeing as all four of my kids have mimicked feeding their own baby dolls (and stuffed animals, and Buzz Lightyear, and Barbie, and . . . ) at their own teeny breast buds or insisted that I feed all their babies, too, at my much more well-endowed breasts. I don't think I've ever even seen my kids offer any of their lovies a sippy-cup, let alone a bottle (do we even own a bottle, other than the ones that I keep in my bag of tricks for using as demo's at breastfeeding classes to show the differences in how a baby sucks at a bottle vs. at the breast).

I'd love to hear your thoughts on this! Do you love this doll or does it make you cringe? And you can WIN one of these beautiful dolls by entering their contest!

http://thebreastmilkbaby.com/contest/babysosmart

My Home

2010-07-22T13:24:00.001-05:00

kids 102, originally uploaded by Danae09.

I was searching on line for any photos that might have been taken of my family's farm through the years, and I stumbled onto this beautiful one taken by "Danae09". This is my grandparents stone barn, the road they lived on was named for the barn. This is exactly how I remember it when I was a little girl. I'm homesick.

Helping Change the World--Honduras

2010-07-04T15:40:00.004-05:00

A few months ago, I was contacted by an Associate Press reporter based in the Washington, D.C. area. She had found an article I had written warning about the concerns associated with using the Infantino SlingRider™, and she wanted to know more. We talked on the phone a few times, she wrote an article, and within just about two weeks time, the CPSC called for the recall of the Infantino SlingRider™, as well as another similarly styled baby carrier.

Within just minutes of the AP article being released, and for weeks thereafter, our website was slammed by literally thousands of hits and my business email inbox was inundated by hundreds of emails, most from concerned parents, wanting to know if the baby carrier they were using with their little one was safe, many from potential customers, and a few more unique emails. It was one of these more “unique” emails that immediately caught my eye, and what I want to talk to you about now.

This particular email was from a woman named Pat Havener, a nurse, who is working with a group called Cristo Salva that serves people in rural Honduran villages. Pat contacted me for help with a unique project that she is undertaking, and she shared her story with me. Pat has been working very hard (with the local midwives) to reintroduce healthy pregnancy, childbirth, breastfeeding, and babywearing practices to the women of these Honduran villages. The women in these villages have gotten away from the (healthier) more traditional practices of using a midwife for prenatal care and during childbirth, they are using formula instead of breastfeeding, and as Pat put it so succinctly in an email to me, “These women are asking for strollers for their babies in an area where there is no place to stroll.” Somehow these isolated women have taken on some Western practices that have had very negative influences on their families, and on their society as a whole. In addition, poverty is a tremendous problem in these villages; many of the women have taken on prostitution as the means to supporting their families. I was deeply grieved—here I and my 4 children have enjoyed the excellent prenatal and birthing care of several midwives, unmedicated births, extended breastfeeding, co-sleeping, and all the amazing benefits of babywearing, all practices that originated in societies similar to the one that Pat is working among.

Pat asked me if I—Baby So Smart—would be willing or able to help her with this project. I was immediately brought to tears, for several reasons. First, I was humbled to have been asked to be able to share in such an awesome undertaking as this one that Pat is involved with. Second, because a project like this is, to me, the major reason why I started Baby So Smart back in 2004. A little personal history: Prior to meeting and marrying my husband of almost ten years, I worked with a Christian medical humanitarian organization for over two years and had the amazing opportunity of traveling to almost 40 countries (including Honduras!) and providing medical, surgical, and spiritual care to hurting people all around the world. I remember seeing the women in these countries carrying their babies in indigenous carriers of all sorts, breastfeeding anywhere and everywhere for very long durations, and noticing that their babies seemed somehow more content than the American babies I was accustomed to working with in the American hospitals I worked in. I didn’t understand it completely then, but a few years later, after getting married and giving birth to our oldest child, I bought a ring sling and our lives were changed forever. Baby So Smart formally came about in 2004, providing breastfeeding, babywearing, and infant development classes at the local level, and manufacturing high-quality baby carriers for parents around the world, primarily in response to what I remembered seeing all over the world and because implementing these practices in our own family brought about such a tremendous positive change.

But I digress. We here at Baby So Smart are thrilled to be able to announce that we are partnering with Pat as she continues her efforts with these Honduran women. Here’s how we are going to help:

1. We are going to provide Pat with a batch of ring slings to take with her on her next trip back to Honduras, to be used by the mothers in these remote Honduran villages.

2. We are providing Pat with our ring sling pattern, to be used by several of the women of Honduras, for the manufacturing of their own ring slings, giving them a means to support themselves. These are women who have been using prostitution to support their families.

3. We have put Pat in contact with World Vision; World Vision is in the process of qualifying this outreach branch of Cristo Salva to receive micro-enterprise loans, so that more Honduran women can start their own businesses to support their families.

4. We are providing Pat with our printed educational material, which she will take with her to Honduras for translation by these same Hondurans, who will be paid for their work in translation services.

5. We have provided Pat with the information needed to help these people of Honduras purchase the equipment necessary to start up their own sling-making business. Several Honduran men will be trained in sewing machine maintenance repair, yet another skill that can be used to support themselves and their families.

Our main slogan at Baby So Smart is “Could wearing your baby change the world?”™ I believe this is yet another opportunity to see the practice of babywearing make a huge positive impact on families around the world, and not just seeing the critical physical and emotional benefits that come from the practice of babywearing, but also giving women a way to leave a life of prostitution. But I’m limited in my efforts, just as Pat is. She is one woman, striving to affect some massive change, and I’m one woman with a small business, trying to support her as much as I can. We are both limited in our physical resources.

Here’s where you come in: I would love to send Pat back to Honduras with a sizeable financial gift to help get this project off the ground, with some funds left over to meet the business needs that will be ongoing—purchasing of rings, fabrics, etc. It’s not practical to send her with all the materials needed to start this sling making business—sewing machines, a serger, fabrics, thread, needles, rings, etc. The cost of transporting all these materials through customs and then deep into the country of Honduras would be prohibitive. I believe that moms enjoy helping other moms, and this is an opportunity to do just that, by sending a small financial gift of $5, $10, $15, or $20. This money will be given directly to Pat Havener, who will use it to help get this sling making business off the ground by providing education about the “Benefits of Babywearing,” and training in sling making and sewing machine maintenance and repair. Monetary gifts can be sent via PayPal, to sales@babysosmart.com. Please indicate that your gift is going to “Pat Havener” or simply mark it “Honduras” and we will make sure that all these monies get turned over to Pat.

I look forward to seeing this project come about, and I thank you for your help in this wonderful opportunity.

Tiffany Speck, RN, BS, CBE, Owner

www.babysosmart.com

Could wearing your baby change the world?

Could Wearing Your Baby Change the World?

2010-04-17T10:43:00.006-05:00

Babywearing, while fairly new to the modern Western world, is as old as the family unit itself. Families were carrying and holding their children in soft carriers out of necessity, long before the advent of strollers, infant swings, the "infant entertainment saucer," bouncy seats, and the like made carriers a thing of the past. Moms, dads, older siblings, cousins, grandparents, and virtually everyone else deemed to be part of the family took their turn in sharing the responsibility of caring for and carrying the babies and smaller children of the family. This practice continues today in many lesser-developed countries around the world, again, partly out of necessity, but partly out of tradition. It is from the style of parenting that includes the practice of babywearing that Attachment Parenting has been derived. Unfortunately, in our attempts to "modernize" here in the West, we have "advanced" our society and culture so much as to lead to not only the breakdown of the family as it once was, but also to the degradation of this beautiful and intelligent style of parenting.

The products we create at Baby So Smart, ring slings and Mei Tai style baby carriers, were designed to help parents implement Attachment Parenting with their children, while also allowing the parent to continue their own sense of style. The seminars and classes we offer were designed to help inform and educate today's parents about the many benefits of babywearing (and other topics pertinent to Attachment Parenting), our ultimate goal being parents reshaping their parenting style into one that is more gentle, nurturing, high-touch, and respectful of the children with which they have been blessed and entrusted. Psalm 127:3,5a—"Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from Him. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them."

So Why Baby So Smart?

Smart Parents

We believe Smart Parents actively seek out information and education in an attempt to equip themselves to be better parents. We believe Smart Parents seek out products: proven to facilitate and promote the healthy physical, emotional, and neurological growth and development of their babies and children; that promote the growth and development of the parent-baby bond; that facilitate the breastfeeding relationship; and promote the physical health of the parent.

Smart Slings

We believe Smart Slings, and other styles of safe carriers, prevent the development of physical problems in the infant, such as hip dysplasia, plagiocephaly, over-stimulation, and spondylolithesis; minimize the physical and emotional demands intrinsic with caring for and carrying an infant, particularly in our Western society where we are generally without the benefits of the proximity of the extended family; place no physical barrier between the parent and child, but instead promote closeness; are easy to use; and are very stylish.

Smart Babies, the result of smart parents who choose smart carriers.

Recent research has shown that carried babies grow up to be less aggressive, more independent, more confident, more nurturing, and more others-focused than their non-carried peers. It seems to us that our world could use more people like that. And today's Smart Babies grow up to be tomorrow's Smart Parents.

Could wearing your baby change the world? We think so—one family at a time.

Babywearing, Safely: A Look at the Carrier Styles

2010-03-25T21:03:00.010-05:00

By now, I think everyone who's in the least bit familiar with babywearing and slings has been made aware of the CPSC sling warning and the subsequent recall of 1 million bag carriers by Infantino. (And if you're not aware, either you've been under a rock for the last few weeks or you're without computer access and chatty girlfriends!). I've been overwhelmed by the emails and phone calls I have received in the last 3-4 weeks from various news media sources, reporters, concerned parents, and people hoping to spread the love of babywearing--safely--all looking for answers. Well, actually, one answer, to the question: Is babywearing REALLY safe?

Let me be one of I hope many who will assure you that babywearing is, indeed, safe--with two caveats--when the parent chooses to wear a safe baby carrier, and when they then use that safe baby carrier correctly. Clearly there are styles of baby carriers that are not safe, the Infantino SlingRider being the one that is currently getting the most press. And I may not be the only babywearing educator who hopes to see a few more similar bag carriers being brought to public attention in the next few weeks.

So what styles of carriers are safe? Well, there are four very basic styles of baby carriers-- simple pouches (think: HotSlings), ring slings (which we manufacture here at Baby So Smart), wraps (think: MobyWrap), and Mei Tais (again, another of our beautiful baby carrier styles). And then from these four basic styles of carriers you see a few "hybrids"-- SSC's, Baby K'Tan style carriers, adjustable pouches, etc.

A great deal of what I focus on here at Baby So Smart is babywearing education; more specifically, the "Benefits of Babywearing" classes that we offer and also babywearing safely. I've been working with parents and their infants/toddlers for over 4 years, specifically in regards to babywearing and infant development. And I've been a nurse for the last 15 years, most of my experience being in the pediatric and maternal-child health arenas. One thing that I continue to find over and over again with parents who are just venturing into the world of babywearing (and even with quite a few who have been using carriers for some time), is that rarely do parents actually wear their carriers correctly, or even choose the right size and style of carrier for themselves and their babies. So I want to use the next few posts to talk about babywearing safely using the four basic styles of carriers.

Let's start with pouches. They are the most simple of all the carrier styles, have the shortest learning curve, and have been fairly popular for the last few years. And for sake of simplicity and because they are probably the most familiar of the pouch brands, I'm going to use HotSlings as my example pouch. At least 90% of the local parents that I work with, when choosing a pouch style carrier, choose a pouch size that is far too large for them and their baby. And when I attempt to educate them about how important sizing is when wearing safely, especially when choosing to wear a simple pouch, many of them get frustrated, a bit angry, reluctant to consider that this beautiful pouch that they've recently purchased really doesn't fit them, and because of poor sizing could potentially compromise their baby's safety. Pouches that are too large for the wearer pose several risks: most basic, and least concerning, would be that it can cause back pain or discomfort to the wearer if it is too large; a baby could potentially fall out of a carrier that is too large; and most concerning of all, a young baby can fairly easily slip into the "chin-to-chest" position that is being warned about currently in a pouch that is too large. I've seen it time and time again, mom insisting upon using a pouch that is a size or two too large for her, little baby just curling up inside the dark recesses of a too big pouch, in the dreaded "C-position," little chin dropping onto their chest.

Can this potential compromise be blamed on the baby carrier in this scenario? Absolutely not. As parents, we have to take responsibility to contact the manufacturers of the pouches we use to assure that we are sizing ourselves correctly. Or better yet, if you're in the Greater KC Area, sign up for one of our babywearing classes or contact us for a one-on-one consultation.

So how should a pouch fit you? I've included this photo of a fairly young baby in a HotSlings organic pouch because I think it very clearly demonstrates a very nicely fitting pouch. Note specifically where the baby's bottom is located in relation to the model's body-- baby's bottom is roughly at or slightly above the wearer's navel. This is key to a properly sized pouch. Mom's tend to complain that a baby being worn in a pouch that fits them this way feels "too tight." They often request a pouch that's at least one size larger, sometimes two. But this is how a pouch should fit. Baby should be fairly high on the wearer's body, and they should be fairly tight. The parent should have to work a little bit to get the baby inside the carrier, and then work a hair more to get the baby positioned correctly. If your pouch fits you in such a manner that you can very easily open the pouch, slip baby inside, and then baby slides down to the bottom of the pouch and curls up with pouch fabric covering over his face, your pouch is too large. Period. You need to exchange it for a smaller size.

And I may be alone in this next thought, but several years ago I began to become more concerned about parent's inability to correctly position their infants in their pouch carriers, so I began teaching a slightly modified cradle hold position for people using this style of carrier. Note the baby in the pouch photo above: I'll venture a guess that that baby is roughly 3 1/2 months old-- it appears to have a larger than newborn body and head, appears quite alert, has good coordination (fist in mouth), and appears to have the tone and upper body/head strength of a baby roughly between 3-4 months of age (and a more rigid airway as well). Hence, that baby is perfect in that pouch exactly as s/he is. Now imagine a much smaller, more weak (less muscle tone and strength), probably somewhat sedated (due to maternal pain medication during labor), newborn in that same pouch. The baby's head almost always slips all the way inside the pouch, parents love to pull the fabric of the pouch together to close it over baby's face (think: do we lay baby down for a nap and pull a blanket over baby's face??), weak head and neck muscles do nothing to prevent baby's chin from resting on his chest, and he just kind of ends up "swooning" into the pouch, for lack of a better word.

Because of all of this, I've been teaching a modified cradle hold, as I said, with these littlest of the little babies. When we're done positioning baby in the pouch, their little heads are resting high up on mom's shoulder, face exposed with baby resting his cheek against mom's body, nose and mouth extremely visible, their backs are kept well-supported by the fabric coming down the lateral (or outside edge) of the pouch, and really nothing but their

feet are resting in the lowest part of the pouch. Imagine cradling a baby upright in one of your arms, your baby's head resting high up on your shoulder, cheek laying gently against your upper lateral (outside edge) chest, little bum snuggled into the crook of your elbow, and feet resting on the upper part of your lower arm. I've tried to demonstrate this modified cradle hold in my little diagram, shown above.

Let me end with this tidbit about pouches: these are great carriers, when sized and worn correctly. End of story.

Babywearing and a Bathtub

2010-03-09T23:34:00.005-06:00

Tonight, a "guest blogger" steps in to give us his opinion on babywearing. This "guest," my very patient and loving husband, and father to our four children.

I've recently read some articles commenting on the safety of baby carriers. Some articles represent sides clearly against the idea, citing a few mishaps at the cost of a baby's life. While the loss of ANY baby is tragic, what is just as tragic is the interpretation of information (or misinterpretation) leading to unfounded panic and ignorant opinions about the safety of baby carriers.

We've all heard the baby carriers by many different names: slings, wraps, pouches, bags, and on and on. Somehow, the negativity in the articles regarding safety use the term "slings" as synonymous with baby carriers that are compromising, giving the specific Sling a bad rap. I'd like to put in my two cents as a father who was very hesitant about babywearing from the get go.

My wife got into the idea years ago and has become a guru. She chastises me when I don't use the carriers with our children as often as she does, suggesting that I am bad PR. Well, I just take longer than most to adopt a better idea. I will admit that they were awkward for me at the start, but I have tried several different styles, finding my sweet spot with the right carrier and position. I have to say, my favorite and most comfortable to me, is a traditional sling (only one made with the very comfortable and patented shoulder by BabySoSmart.com). It is my favorite because I know how to use it and it works for me. I feel safe with my child in it, though it took some coaching to get me to that comfort level.

Now, back to my point about the safety of slings. Slings are as safe as the person operating them. I would like to make a parallel to a bathtub. More children die by drowning in a bathtub than die from being smothered in a baby carrier. There aren't these freak articles on CNN citing the recall of ALL bathtubs because a parent used poor parenting techniques with the tub. Authorities or ignoramuses don't throw up banners calling for the boycott of bathing a child. You don't stop bathing a child just because a parent neglected their kid. Bathtubs and bathing a child are more dangerous than carrying a baby in a baby carrier. All water can drown a baby, and all cloth can smother a child. I have to say that my wife is safer with ALL her baby carriers than I am at bathing our children. Let me say that a different way; I would sooner trust my wife with your child in a baby carrier than I would trust you to bath my child. Babywearing is like bathing a child; it requires prudent parenting techniques and education. That's right, education. I wouldn't know about not leaving my child unattended in the bathtub if someone hadn't pointed it out to me at some point along the line, despite it being common sense (and I even need reminding, to this day, four children later, as success breeds complacency). Even with a two-year-old, who can sit up in a small amount of water; I'm tempted to walk away with them in the tub sometimes, even just for a minute. And I know from education, that babywearing is just as critical to a baby's health as a simple bath. I'm not going to stop babywearing no matter what people say or recommend based on safety (I'm just going to be smarter about it). So, the next time someone wants to knock all babywearing and all baby carriers for their safety, tell them to stop giving their kid a bath.

Kudos to Baby Bjorn

2010-03-05T09:40:00.007-06:00

Most of the time I struggle to find something positive to say about any of the more mainstream front-pack style baby carriers and their respective manufacturers. Recently it was brought to my attention that parents in Australia will have a truly new and improved Baby Bjorn to consider when looking to purchase a safe, or in this case, safer, baby carrier for their baby.

Enter the "Baby Bjorn Comfort Carrier." For those of you familiar with babywearing and the different styles of carriers, you will probably note the major difference in this new Baby Bjorn immediately. For those of you not so intimate with babywearing, let me briefly explain. Look closely at the photo above, paying specific attention to the baby's leg position. Note the nice, wide hip spread. Look familiar? It should, it's the position in which a well-made, correctly worn Mei Tai places a baby's hips. Like this photo of our own Baby So Smart Basic Mei Tai.

I know there has been much to say about hip positioning in regards to the practice of babywearing; I don't want to get into all that here. Suffice it to say that I'm of the opinion that hip position does matter, and if a baby is incorrectly positioned due to the design of a carrier, there is a very real possibility of hip impairment.

This Baby Bjorn improvement is exciting to me because many families are not comfortable trying out a style of carrier they are not familiar with or that they don't routinely see in the major baby supply stores. How often I have tried to counsel parents to consider trading in their poorly designed mainstream front-pack baby carriers for a style of carrier that will support their babies in an anatomically healthy position without success. Now Australian parents will be able to make better choices for their babies when choosing from the mainstream baby carriers.

A word of caution, however. While this new front-pack carrier from Baby Bjorn has the ability to be worn correctly, it also still has the ability to be worn incorrectly. Directly from the Baby Bjorn website in regards to their counsel as to how this carrier can/should be worn: "Carry your child facing inwards with the legs in a normal position" (italics mine) and then they show a diagram of an infant being carried with their legs in what I refer to as a "dangling" position, or in the manner that the other Baby Bjorn carriers position babies. I would advise parents against using this "dangling" position with their infants; the only exception to this would be those babies that are affected by Down's Syndrome. Another word of caution: while the new Bjorn style carrier provides a healthy sitting position for an infant, this still would not be the position of choice for an infant under 3-4 months old. Infants from birth to roughly the 3-4 month mark would be more appropriately carried in the tummy-to-tummy position, with their legs under them, slightly pulled up, hips wide in what can only be referred to as a "frog-leg" position. Here's a great photo of a very small infant in the frog-leg position on a caregivers hip (borrowed from the Didymos website, which is an excellent source of information regarding infant positioning in baby carriers, BTW). Leave the sitting on the bum for the bigger babies, when they are more developmentally ready to be safely seated and not be in danger of taxing little spines in a position their body is not ready for.

Let me end by extending a pat-on-the-back to the manufacturers of the Baby Bjorn style carriers for making this long overdue change. Now let's make them available everywhere, not just Australia.

More Mei Tai Fabrics!

2010-02-26T10:02:00.005-06:00

Just thought I'd share a few more of the new beautiful Mei Tai fabrics that we will be adding to the site over the next few weeks. Hope you enjoy!

Most of these pretties still need names, so if you have any ideas, feel free to post them in the comments section below.

Marvelous Mei Tais

2010-02-20T10:40:00.012-06:00

I've been meaning to post about this for a few weeks now, but time seems to continually escape me. We've had much going on around here at Baby So Smart headquarters-- sick kids, sick families, a photo shoot that got canceled because all scheduled participants were sick, fun school projects, and some great new changes in our Mei Tais!

In addition to adding quite a few new Mei Tai fabrics-- which you will be seeing added to the website over the next few weeks, so check back often-- we've added a new Mei Tai style. First, check out some of the beautiful new fabrics:

These pretty summery polka dots will be called "Del's", in tribute to my absolute favorite summer beverage.

I finally got a chance to see this black-and-white print from Alexander Henry in person and just fell in love-- I hope you do, too! This beauty is called "Yoko."

And then there is "Lucinda & Jane," in tribute to some of my favorite characters from Beatrix Potter's children's stories, a striking chocolate and orange retro-style floral.

And let's not forget our interpretation of some of the beautiful new prints from Amy Butler's latest fabric collection-- "Siobhan," a striking deep periwinkle and orange print, and it's ruby sister, "Valentine."

In addition to all these beautiful new Mei Tai fabrics (and there are many more, just not enough space to show them all here), we've added a new Mei Tai style! This awesome addition to our Mei Tai family will make babywearing even easier for parents! This Mei Tai is called the "Click-It," and it features a buckle waist and a padded (but not bulky) structured waistband, along with our other great Mei Tai features. Look for photos coming soon!

Faces of Haiti

2010-01-14T14:07:00.007-06:00

By now we've all been bombarded by the horrific photos coming out of the disaster in Haiti. Dead bodies piling up everywhere, people covered with concrete dust being pulled out of the wreckage of collapsed buildings, mothers clutching their children, clearly in shock, their eyes empty.

If you're like me, you've been in shock by what you have seen and heard on the internet, the news, the newspapers. If you've visited Haiti, like Adam and I have, then you've been sick, numb, and felt helpless because of what appears to be an impossible situation to fix. Haiti was a mess, quite frankly, when we were there back in 2002. Lack of clean water, poverty, lack of jobs, pitiful housing and living conditions, lack of education and medical care, and nearly impassable roads back then made Haiti a disaster, and placed Haitians into the "Third World" bracket. It's worse now.

While only God Himself can provide the true relief and miracle that Haiti and it's people will need to recover from this disaster, you and I can help by giving and praying (if you pray; and if you don't, this might be a nice time to start). Baby So Smart has decided to help by taking on the monthly sponsorship of two Haitian children via the wonderful organization, World Vision (you can visit their site by clicking the title of this blog post). One of our main goals at Baby So Smart has been supporting healthy families, healthy babies, and healthy bonding through the manufacturing of high-quality baby carriers and the provision of parent education. We feel like this is a great way to continue working toward that goal. World Vision has many, many ways that you can get involved to help the Haitians during this time of crisis. I encourage you to give generously to a quality organization that has the ability to help the people of Haiti.

And now meet the two Haitian children we will be sponsoring:

Adania is 8-years-old. She lives with her parents, 3 brothers, and 1 sister. Adania is in primary school and she enjoys coloring. She helps at home by carrying water. She likes to play with dolls. She is in satisfactory health. Both of her parents are farmers, but struggle to provide for the family. Despite their best efforts, it is difficult to meet the family's needs. Adania and her family live in a community severely affected by the HIV and AIDS crisis.

Mikelson is 4-years-old. He lives with his parents and 4 brothers. Mikelson is in primary school and he enjoys writing. He helps at home by carrying wood. He likes to play soccer. He is in satisfactory health. His parents are also farmers, and struggle to meet their family's most basic needs. He also lives in a community severely affected by the HIV and AIDS crisis.

Please join with us at Baby So Smart as we both pray for relief for the people of Haiti and give as we are able to help them in this desperate time.

To sponsor a child now, click here.

Per"Speck"tive During this Holiday Season

2009-12-26T13:36:00.004-06:00

Per”Speck”tive

Yes, I said perSpecktive, as in my perspective on an event that happened to me a few months ago . I’d like to share this experience with you, during this Holiday Season, as we all celebrate and receive and give gifts and probably experience some slightly un-holiday like feelings about what we've received (or maybe not received) when we compare our booty to that of others.

Some time ago, a very, very sweet friend contacted me to tell me that she had something that she needed to tell me, but that she was afraid it would hurt my feelings. It was clear that she was uncomfortable with the subject matter, but I encouraged her to tell me, promising that there would be no hard feelings on my part, regardless of what was conveyed.

She proceeded to tell me that she had been privy to a conversation (between several ladies that I know) in the recent past, chief topic of which was me. (Come on, ladies, lovely as I am, I can think of several better subjects to occupy your time). In short, here’s what was said to me: This particular group of women had discussed that they would not come to my home because: 1. My house was too small; 2. I lived in a “bad/less-than-desirable” neighborhood; 3. My children did not wear the “right” clothes; and 4. I did not wear the right clothes. And here all this time I thought it was because of my sarcastic nature and warped sense of humor.

I thanked my friend for telling me, and assured her that none of what she had told me came as a surprise. Here’s a newsflash, ladies: Despite the fact that you may have never said any of those things to my face, you’ve communicated it to me non-verbally for some time now. My initial reaction to what had been said to me was—nothing—to not care. The whole “sticks and stones may break my bones . . .” technique.

As the day progressed, I rehashed what my friend had told me. My emotions began to shift. First I was sad, very, very sad. I felt like I was back in high school—being teased because I rode the “blue bus” to school, or because I had to shovel manure on a fairly regular basis on my dad’s farm. And then I began to get depressed, desperate to leave Missouri, feeling trapped in a hostile place. I began to cry. A few hours later, my emotions shifted again, this time to anger and bitterness. Thoughts of slitting tires, Molotov cocktails, and running over cherished pets crossed my mind. Yep, my mind works that way sometimes.

And then the emotions shifted again. I was done. Done. No more, I couldn’t take any more. I wanted to leave Missouri, “Misery” as old friends had teased me when we told them that we were leaving the beach to move out here six years ago. I needed to get out. I had a sling to drop in the mail, so leaving the kids with Adam, I jumped into his truck—ironically nicknamed “Inferno,” as it takes Adam to Hell (his job) and back each day-- and headed out to the post office.

I had intended to fume and fuss and feel sorry for myself during the drive to the post office, but the radio in “Inferno” had been left turned on to K-LOVE. A woman was on the air, and she was talking about how she was “done” with life. I perked up. I had just said those exact words to myself a mere hour ago. She said she was “done” with all the troubles that seemed to keep coming her way. She wanted to leave them all behind, escape. She was “just done.” I began to feel real camaraderie with this unknown woman, she who was commiserating with me in my troubles, whether she knew it or not. And she shared that she was frustrated with herself that she couldn’t respond to her hardships with a better attitude.

She began to elaborate about her troubles. She was “done” with having a head cold. What the flip?? A stupid head-cold? This woman was griping about a head cold?? Good grief, if that’s all she had to complain about in life, I had her beat in life a hundred times over. (And, yes, I think nice Christian thoughts like this frequently). A head cold, for cryin’ out loud. My disgust level rose and my respect for this woman with her imagined hardships in life quickly went down the toilet.

The woman continued on. She was “done” with her wheelchair not working right. Wheelchair?? I choked on my tongue. And she was “done” with her pen jamming up and not working when she was trying to sign books with her pen between her teeth. I think I threw up in my mouth at that point. Suddenly, like a flash of light, I recognized this woman’s voice and her amazing story. Joni Erickson Tada. And for those of you who are not familiar with Joni’s story, you need to read it, http://www.joniearecksontadastory.com/

I have never felt so ashamed in my entire life as I did at that moment of recognition. Nothing like a little perspective to pull your head out of your . . . ear. Wow, I didn’t have any problems suddenly. My “wheelchair” isn’t broken; in fact, I don’t have a wheelchair, and I’m blessed to not need one. And my pen works just fine, when I sign my name holding the pen IN MY HAND.

I began to reminisce, to think back over my life, to get myself some more per”SPECK”tive on my current situation. I thought back to a time almost 10 years ago, when I had been blessed enough to be able to work for a Christian organization that flew me all over the world. I remembered back to a period of two weeks in 2000, immediately following the massive conflict that had taken place in Kosova, ripping apart the lives of the people of that country, when I had been privileged to work in a small village, providing medical care to the inhabitants of the village. I remember flying into Macedonia, then driving across the border through the military customs check-point, seeing literally hundreds of thousands of homeless, panic-stricken Kosovars, begging for asylum in a border refugee camp. We drove through the black, starless night, and I remember seeing beautiful homes, belonging to the Kosovar people, in flames. Fire shooting up so high that it surpassed the heights of the massive pine trees found all over the rolling hills. And not a fire engine or fire-fighter in sight. I remember NATO tanks –German units—taking up residence in “our” village due to the fighting that was still going on. I remember lying on my mat on the floor at night, attempting to sleep, hearing nothing but constant fire-fighting behind the building we were housed in, as soon as the sun went down each night. I remember the smell of rotting bodies wafting through the air, and then attending a funeral for an Albanian military commander who had been killed during our time in Kosova. I can smell the stench of those rotting corpses still, as if it had just been yesterday. I remembered walking through the “Gypsy” part of the village, forced to hop over rivers of raw sewage that ran freely through the village. Per”Speck”tive--No, I don’t live in a “bad” neighborhood.

I remembered traveling to southern India late in 1999. I remember caring for a little boy, about 7-years-old, who had a massive cleft lip and palate (due to poor nutrition during pregnancy). He was an outcast in his village. He would never hold a job, would never get married, would never even go to school, all because of his obvious deformity. The BBC was with us, filming about the lives of some the children in these poverty-stricken villages. I fell in love with this little guy, his sweet, gentle spirit, his ready smile, despite his lack of upper lip and jaw. I knew nothing of this village where he lived, as my job kept me some miles from his home, all I knew of him was what I learned during his time with me pre- and post-operatively. The BBC film crew traveled out to this little guy’s village to find him, as he neglected to show up on the day he was scheduled for surgery, the surgery that would change his life. Praise the Lord, they were able to find him and rushed him back to me to prep him for surgery. Imagine my delight when the BBC film crew presented me with a copy of their completed video. But imagine my shock when I saw for the first time where this little boy had lived, his home. His home was nothing more than a 10’x10’, maybe a 12’x12’ square room made out of crumbling cinder blocks. His family was large, quite large, and as I watched the video, I saw them sitting on the filthy dirt floor of their home, crowding aside to let the BBC film crew in to capture their poverty for all posterity. I saw this same little guy attempting to eat his one daily meal—rice—shoveling the food into his broken mouth with his filthy hands, the grains of rice falling out of the holes in his face onto the floor, chickens wandering in and out of the house, snatching up the bounty, I imagine. I still consider that video one of my most cherished possessions. Per”Speck”tive-- No, my house isn’t “too small.”

Must I go on?? I have memories of leaving all my clothing and shoes but what I was wearing with families in Ecuador, Brazil, Mexico, Gaza, Kenya, the Philippines, you name the country, because they had ONE SET OF CLOTHES. Per”Speck”tive—the clothes that my kids and I wear, despite their lack of proper “taggage,” are perfect, and considering that we all own vastly more than one set of clothing each, we are overloaded with clothing. I remember eating at a small sidewalk café in the mountains of a village in Bolivia, and watching an entire family walk silently and humbly amidst all of us sitting at the tables, a plastic bag in their hands. I couldn’t figure out what they were doing. They were making me uncomfortable, with all their dirtiness, their ragged clothing, their obvious poverty. I had no spare change to give them, I wanted them to go away from me. And then I gained per”Speck”tive, as I watched them rush to a table that had just seconds ago been vacated by a café patron. The family quickly scraped the refuse of the diner’s meal off the plate . . . and into their plastic bag. They were getting their supper. Feeding their many cold, hungry children. I couldn’t look them in the eye. Suffice it to say none of us were able to finish our meals, we all left our food nearly untouched for these starving people.

Perspective, or in my case, per”Speck”tive, can sure shed light on a situation. My wheelchair isn’t broken; my pen works just fine; there are not any military vehicles in my neighborhood; I don’t hear gunshots behind my home each night; there isn’t any sewage free-flowing through my town; I’ve never once smelled a rotting body during any of my walks through our neighborhood; my kids have faces and bodies that are fully and beautifully intact; my home, albeit small, is significantly larger than that of my little Indian friend; I have plenty of clothes to wear and to put on my children; and I can safely say that despite how tight our budget is, despite how we often wonder where the next meal will come from, I have never had to scrape food off a restaurant-goer’s plate to provide a meal for my family.

Perspective. It sure can change things. And, ladies, you’re still welcome to come to my home, I’ll even make a pot of coffee, Rhode Island style, if you can stand it.

Pork Butt Extraordinaire

2009-12-11T14:17:00.015-06:00

I dragged my husband to the movie theater last week, the dollar theater, where all that is being shown are movies that "went out" months earlier. Having four small children and an income that's never quite enough leaves you fewer choices than those who've made the very middle-upper class choice of limiting their number of spawn to the standard 1.8 children. We weren't so smart; well, that's not completely true, we've just been exceptionally fertile and clearly have a much higher tolerance for chaos.

Let me get back to my story. Usually hubby coerces me into seeing all the shoot-'em-up, mutilate-'em-all, car chase, hacker story movies that most American men love. And since I usually have no preference for what movie we see, I usually coalesce. But this time the movie was my idea-- and my choice. Being a girl, and being a girl who occasionally enjoys indulging in girl movies, I chose "Julie & Julia," the movie that follows the lives of the famous "chef," Julia Child, and an average-underachieving-American named Julie Powell. I won't ruin the movie for you if you haven't seen it yet, but suffice it to say, it was well-worth the $2 we spent to see it. In fact, I've since bought (a used copy of) the book and the just-released DVD, as well as Julia Child's classic cookbook, "Mastering the Art of French Cooking."

And that's what brought me to my "Pork Butt Extraordinaire." The desire to cook food, not just any food, but good food. If you ask my husband, he will quickly tell you that I am a "foodie," by definition (at least per Princeton University's definition) "a person devoted to refined sensuous enjoyment (especially good food and drink)." Yep, that's me. But I have a small problem. On the other hand, my husband is a "non-eater." Basically he's one of those weird, should-have-died-off-years-ago individuals who really doesn't enjoy eating; he just eats to live. I affectionately refer to him as "the turkey sandwich." That's his favorite meal. He'd eat it everyday, even three times a day if he could. And not the kind of turkey sandwhich that I would make, utilizing the leftovers from Thanksgiving and then dripping with mayo and lettuce andstuffing and cranberry sauce and a slice of tomato and a piece of good cheese and . . . need I go on? No, my husband's idea of a "good" turkey sandwich involves two extremely dry slices of (gag) white bread, two dry slices of deli turkey, and . . . that's it. Yes, my husband is a turkey sandwich.

So what to do with this amazing pork butt that my generous neighbor gave to us? I'm dying to channel my inner Julia Child, but I have a husband who owns roughly 1.5 taste buds and rarely uses them. How do I come up with a recipe that's out-of-this-world delicious, but that both my boring (and picky) husband and four small children will eat? I fretted for a while, and then kicked into what can only be called "Tiffany Mode."

Now here's the deal with the meals that I cook. I LOVE to cook, I LOVE to eat, I LOVE to try new things, but I HATE to be stuck within what I perceive as the rigid guidelines of most recipes. Plus I almost never have in the house what a specific recipe is calling for; it doesn't help that I'm not really much of a planner either. I cook like I live, by the seat of my pants. So, I improvise quite often. Here's a perfect example that my husband still likes to bring up on occasion. We had been married just a few weeks, and I decided I wanted to make a wonderful recipe that I had found called "Lamb and Asparagus" stew. My husband was at work that day, so I spent all day cooking and cleaning the house, planning to surprise him when he got home with this savory stew recipe I had found. Supper time finally arrived, Adam was sitting at the table, anxiously awaiting the appearance of supper. "What are we having?", he called to me as I finished up the few last minute touches. "Lamb and asparagus stew," I replied, feeling very excited. I came into the dining room bearing the soup tureen, set it on the table, and waited for him to ladle his portion out to see his reaction. I was convinced he would be turned to "the foodie side" after this wonderful attempt at a new food. He opened the dish, reached in the ladle, filled his bowl, and then said, rather quizzically, "I thought we were having 'Lamb and Asparagus Stew'". "We are," I replied, a bit confused at his question. "Well, then why is there chicken and broccoli in this soup?" he then asked. "Oh," I replied, brightening a bit, "we didn't have any lamb or asparagus so I used chicken and broccoli instead." That, my friend, is cooking in "Tiffany Mode."

I digress again. So, I kicked into Tiffany Mode, hopped online, and began searching for a savory but safe recipe that I could use to doll up the pork butt in my deep freeze. Here's what I came up with. In true "Tiffany" style, I pulled ingredients from two recipes, used the ingredients I had on hand, left out the ones that didn't thrill my soul, and came up with my very own "Pork Butt Extraordinaire" which I am thrilled to be sharing with you here. Oh, one more side note, hubby LOVED the dish, as did all four of my kids, and I have to say, it's even tastier a day later.

Tiffany's Pork Butt Extraordinaire

Ingredients:

5-6 lbs. pork butt, fully thawed
2 white onions, cut into slices
1 large can pineapple slices and all the juice
7 frozen peach slices
1/2 jar apricot preserves
1/2 cup white vinegar
1 heaping Tbsp. diced garlic from a jar (or 5-6 cloves fresh crushed garlic)
1 heaping Tbsp. brown sugar
1 Tbsp. mustard seeds
1 Tbsp. ground ginger (or a 1" segment of fresh ginger)
1 Tbsp. curry powder
1 tsp. cinnamon
1 tsp. mace (you may substituted nutmeg if you don't have mace, but mace is better in this one)
3 whole cloves
salt and pepper
cornstarch

Equipment:
Crock pot or slow cooker
Small saucepan
Large saucepan
Turkey baster

Make a "bed" for the pork butt in your crock pot by first laying 4-5 of the pineapple slices on the bottom of the crock pot, and then layering the two sliced onions of top of them. Sprinkle this bed generously with salt and pepper. Next, in a small saucepan over medium-high heat, mix together the apricot preserves, white vinegar, garlic, brown sugar, mustard seeds, ginger, curry powder, cinnamon, mace, and cloves, along with a splash or two of the reserved pineapple juice. Bring this mixture to a low boil, and let simmer while you follow the next steps.

In a good quality blender, add the remaining pineapple slices, the frozen peach slices, and the pineapple juice. Blend until fully liquid, adding a bit of warm water if needed to fully liquify. Pour this mixture into your ingredients in the saucepan, and let the entire mess cook down for about 15 minutes. If you don't have kids or you have kids and a husband that appreciate spicy foods, I would recommend the addition of a nice Indian chili to this bubbling mix for just a little bit of heat. As my dependents turn their noses up at all things spicy, I did not add one to my dish (but I will next time, hehehe!).

While your sauce mixture is bubbling down, rinse the pork butt, rub dry, and then place in the crock pot on top of the pineapple-and-onion bed and sprinkle the pork with a bit more salt and pepper. When the sauce has cooked down just a bit and thickened just a hair (not too much, because you want the volume of liquid for the crock pot), pour it over the pork. Cover and turn your crock pot onto high; cook for one hour on high, and then turn down to low heat and cook for an additional 4 hours or so. ( I recommend reading "Julie & Julia" while you wait for your lovely meal to cook, or better yet, shop www.babysosmart.com!)

Once the pork is thoroughly cooked, use a turkey baster to pull off 3/4's of the liquid in the crock pot. Place the liquid into the large saucepan, bring it to a high boil; while the liquid is coming to a boil, using equal parts cornstarch and cold water, make a cornstarch mix. When the liquid arrives at a full boil, begin stirring continuously, and slowly add your cornstarch mix, just enough to thicken the sauce a little bit, you're not trying to make Jello, so don't use too much of the cornstarch mix.

The results of this gastronomical fair are amazing. Succulent, moist pork, a sweet but tangy curry sauce, and no complaints from my eaters! I served my pork butt up drizzled with the sweet and savory sauce I had made, and with some lovely petite peas with a hint of butter and a touch of salt, as well as some yummy baked acorn squash (seasoned with butter, a touch of salt and pepper, and just a dash of nutmeg) to round out the meal. Wonderful! We ate the pork leftovers for the next few days, served with my favorite Sweet Potato Wedges (dredged in a gluten-free all-purpose baking mix seasoned with salt, pepper, and Italian seasoning and then lightly sauteed in canola oil then popped in the oven to broil with a brushing of olive oil) and a cucumber salad (another favorite-- olive oil, white vinegar, a bit of white sugar, a dash of salt, a dash of pepper, and lots of cucumbers). It was equally good.

Happy eating!

And for those of you who would prefer the "real" recipes that I borrowed from, here they are:

Slow Cooker Chutney Pork Loin

Peach Chutney

The Power of a Mother's Intuition

2009-12-08T14:01:00.008-06:00

I love to read, and I read almost anything I can get my hands on. Well, within reason. In the last year or so I've finished reading: all the Bronte sisters books, all the Jane Austen books, all books by F. Scott Fitzgerald, most of John Steinbeck's books, quite a few foreign authors (I love biographies), Three Cups of Tea (which is a book I would recommend to anyone wanting to learn more about the conflict in Afghanistan), and quite a few books about midwives, childbirth, pregnancy, and breastfeeding. I truly just love to read!

Last night I finished up yet another book, this one another midwifery book, but this time a biography (ooh, combining two favorite styles, yes!) by Jennifer Worth, simply entitled, "The Midwife." Ms. Worth was a nurse-midwife who practiced in a port city in England in the 1950's; this book is her recounting of some of the individuals she cared for as she attended them in their homebirths, as well as an interesting descriptor of post-WWII England. Right up my alley.

I truly enjoyed the book, and was getting a bit sad last night as I realized I only had one or two chapters left to read. And then I found IT. The story that brought tears to my eyes and made me, once again, want to climb up on my soap box and shout about the power of the amazing bond between mother and child.

The chapter was entitled, " A Premature Baby." Let me bring you up to speed and briefly summarize what had lead up to this particular chapter. The main character, Ms. Worth, who, mind you, was only in her very early twenties and only in her first year as a midwife, had been called in to see a mom who was in premature labor with her 25th child (yes, you've read correctly, 25th child; the Duggars have nothing on this woman!). The woman was roughly 28-weeks into her pregnancy; she fell outside due to ice and poor visual conditions, sustained a rather serious concussion (she was discovered several hours later by her school-aged children who were returning from school) and developed some sort of infectious process, both of which triggered her labor. She was delirious--screaming hysterically, scratching the people around her at her birth (at home, again) to the point of making them bleed, and throwing herself around the bed. The midwife was unable to auscultate any fetal heart tones (assuming that the baby was dead), and focused her care on the clearly very ill mother. The woman's blood pressure was dangerously low, her heart rate dangerously high, and her fever through the roof. A doctor had been called, but could not be reached. Ambulances were unreliable during this time, and also were unable to be reached. The midwife had just about given up hope on being able to save this poor woman's life, when suddenly the woman sat up in the bed, gave an unearthly howl, and in one push delivered baby, bag of waters, placenta, and a truck load of blood.

The midwife quickly checked the baby, found him to be blue, limp, and lifeless, so she simply scooped his teeny body up with the other "debris" of the birth and set it all aside, and again, focused on the mother. A few minutes later, the midwife and one of the woman's older children heard a strange scratching sound, and turned to see the little, teeny, fragile premature baby boy attempting to move around in the dish in which he had been tossed. The midwife was shocked, she grabbed the baby, turned him upside down and gently tapped his back in an attempt to gently clear his airway of mucus, and then wrapped him quickly in a cloth to prevent cold shock.

For those of you who have never seen or held a premature baby of any gestation, let alone one at 28-weeks, let me try to give you an idea of how absolutely tiny they are. Their legs are no wider around than your smallest finger, their arms smaller still. Their tiny heads are only slightly bigger than say, a ping pong ball (which is how this midwife also described the baby in this account), their eyelids are often fused shut, their tiny mouths when open are no bigger than say, a dime (and possibly even smaller), their skin is translucent and truly tissue paper thin, every vein and artery clearly visible, and regardless of race, their skin is very ruddy. Most babies of this gestation weigh roughly 1 lb., some a bit less, and they would be swallowed up if held in my hand (and I have average to even small hands for a woman). But all perfectly formed. Here are a few photos I've snatched off the web to give you an idea of how small of a baby we are talking about (and since I have no idea how to contact the owners of these photos to obtain permission for usage, I have obliterated any kind of potentially identifying info found in the photos; also note, these photos, to my knowledge, are of three different babies at 28-weeks-gestation):

Now for the truly exciting part of the story (as if the first part wasn't exciting enough!). The doctor has finally arrived, an ambulance with a pediatrician and primitive NICU staff and isolette have arrived, the mother is unconscious with the baby on her chest, and the father is about to hand the baby over to the hospital staff for admission to the NICU. It is this part that is amazing to me. The dad leans over his comatose wife, attempts to pick up the baby, and the woman's hand comes up and covers the baby completely to prevent anyone from touching the baby. They try again, not to be deterred. The dad attempts to lift the woman's hand up and off the baby, but she bears down, holding the baby firmly to her chest. She's not even conscious, for crying out loud! Her older daughter attempts to explain to her that if she wants the baby to survive, she must relinquish the baby to the hospital staff. He needs a neonatologist, trained NICU nurses, an isolette, a feeding tube, around-the-clock blood draws, frequent vital signs, a ventilator, the works. The dad tries to explain, the midwife, the pediatrician, you name it, but no one can budge this mother's hands from her fragile baby boy. One last attempt by dad, and this time, without opening her eyes, the mother says, No, if you take him from me he will die. And here's the clincher. She doesn't even speak English. She's from Spain, ignorant, an uneducated peasant girl who was removed from her mother's home at the age of roughly 11 and has never even been able to communicate with her English husband until she bore children who were bilingual.

The dad gives in, tells the hospital staff to leave, that his wife is refusing to relinquish the baby, they will care for the baby at home, and if the baby dies, they will bury him. Can you imagine doing that nowadays? You'd have the police, a judge, a social worker, you name it, all dragging the mother to the hospital by her heels and then locking her up for refusing to accept medical treatment for her child! But in those days, the parents knew best, and so the pediatrician, the ambulance workers, the hospital staff all packed up and left.

And here's the absolute best part of the story. The baby lived. In fact, he thrived. For the next 5 months, this mother never let the baby out of her sight. In fact, here's what she did (and of course, I LOVE this part of the story): she made a rough sling, out of fine silk, ironically, and carried the baby between her breasts 24 hours a day. Every half hour--night and day, so the book says-- she expressed colostrum from her breasts and fed her baby as many drops as his little belly could hold from a pipette (an extremely narrow, very small glass tube). She didn't sterilize anything. She never checked a blood pressure or pulse or probably even his temperature, given her state of poverty, lack of education, and no understanding of any instruction given to her in English). (She did, however, perform a very primitive version of suctioning and chest PT on a regular basis). She didn't chart his progress in volumes of hospital paperwork. She never saw a lactation consultant, a social worker, a lab tech, or even a nurse. And yet the baby thrived.

No one knows how she knew how to do this with her baby-- we now refer to what this mother did as "Kangaroo Care"-- but at the time, no one in England had ever seen such a "crazy" thing done with any infant, let alone a premature infant. And the baby lived. Thrived, even. Makes me wonder if what we do with all of our infants-- let's not even consider the premature infants, let's just talk about the full-term, healthy ones that are induced into this world a few weeks before their "due date," roughly suctioned, removed from mom and placed on an isolette for a "necessary" examination to determine their state of health, then rubbed down, given a bath, a heel stick, and footprinted all before mom ever gets a chance to barely lay eyes on him. And then he's put on a feeding schedule, a pacifier is shoved into his mouth every time he opens it and mom is cautioned not to let him "use her as a pacifier." Mom is instructed not to "spoil" the baby by too much holding, he's forced to sleep by himself in his own bed (often in his own room), and then when it is determined that he does "need" holding, oftentimes it's by someone other than mom or he's "held" in a bouncy seat, a swing, or my absolute favorite, the car seat "carrier." (They're not carriers, BTW, they're simply carseats and belong in the car-- save your back and nurture your baby!). I often wonder how different our society would be if we practiced a more simple, more nurturing method of infant care.

Could wearing your baby change the world? It did for the little guy in this story, and I believe it could for all of our children as well.

"The Midwife," by Jennifer Worth.

Something to be Thankful For

2009-12-07T08:58:00.020-06:00

I was intending to get a very nice post up prior Thanksgiving, listing all the things I was thankful for: my husband, Adam, who puts up with all my bad moods and stress when I put deadlines on myself; my four beautiful children, Elijah, Avelyn, Malachai, and Brynley, who also put up with my bad moods and stress; my few faithful friends, who have been patient and stuck by me as I've grown this business and have seemed to abandon the rest of the world; and Jesus, who loves me and forgives me, no matter how cranky and stressed I am. I am, indeed, thankful.

But then life happened, and I didn't get my post done. But I think the negative events that happened over my Thanksgiving week can maybe be used for the positive. I think. Bear with me, and please try to hear my heart in this.

My parents flew out here to visit us this Thanksgiving, a major milestone, as my parents hadn't even met our two youngest children. We anticipated a good time, maybe a bit awkward at first, as our kids didn't really know my parents, but good nonetheless. And then a "long lost" cousin joined us as well. Even better. I love Thanksgiving, I love the food, the atmosphere, and I especially love all my family and friends coming together in my home, the fellowship, and celebrating together. The day went well-- lots of good food, lots of good conversation, my kids were getting to know their grandparents-- all was well. We went to bed that night content and very, very full.

I was awakened a few hours later, just after midnight, by my dad, telling me that my mom was very sick and needed to go to the emergency room. I was confused-- what was going on? "She has another bowel obstruction," said my dad, "this is her fourth or fifth." What?! We quickly got dressed, packed up my mom, and rushed to the nearest emergency room, where she was, indeed, diagnosed with a bowel obstruction. She spent a few days in the hospital with a tube down her nose decompressing her GI tract, an IV in her arm for fluids and pain medications, and without any food, as she waited for the obstruction to either resolve itself, or have it resolved via surgery. Thankfully, it resolved itself.

A time for some of my mom's history, to shed a bit of light on her "medical history", if you will, and explain why she has had chronic bowel obstructions. My mom is 63-years-old, an age where one should be retired and enjoying the fruits of their earlier years, correct? You've heard the saying, "You reap what you sow"-- my mom, unfortunately, is reaping what her doctor's sowed into her life when she was only in her early twenties and having her children.

My mom got married in 1968, just before she turned 22-years-old. She was young, healthy, happy and full of life. A little over a year later, she was having "exploratory surgery," because she had complained to her OB-GYN that she had very heavy periods and bad cramping each month. Hardly grounds for surgery, but, as my mom says, "that's what they did in those days." Surprise, surprise, they found nothing during the surgery. She was normal-- many women have heavy periods and bad cramping each month when their cycles start, especially young women who've never given birth. (My mom's mother died when my mom was just 13-years-old, I don't think much of the normalcy of the female body was ever communicated to her as she was growing up, so my mom has always relied on her male physician's to tell her what is the correct course of action and whether something "is wrong" with her body, subject for another blog). Fast forward to November 1971, and my mom was in "the" birthing hospital in our area, in labor with yours truly.

As my mom tells it, she went to the hospital as soon as her water broke, which was basically the start of her labor. She was examined and then placed on a guerney, and my dad was sent home. Gotta love the early 70's, women in labor were the property of the doctor/hospital and they were "delivered" of their babies, no dads needed, thank you very much. It was roughly 10 o'clock in the morning. My mom would lay on this same guerney all day long, curled up on her side, having no knowledge of the normal course of labor and certainly no knowledge of how to give birth. She knew nothing about changing her position to alleviate her discomfort or aid birth, she knew nothing about eating and drinking to keep her strength up during labor, she knew nothing about remaining ambulatory (i.e., walking around) for as long as possible during the labor to help keep the labor moving, she knew nothing about having a support person with her during her labor to provide her with both emotional and physical support. My mother laid there on that guerney and relied on her male doctor to tell her what to do. And he told her to lay there and be quiet, don't make a scene. Oooh, a scene, my mom hated scenes. She details how she could hear the screams and yells of the other women in labor in the ward around her, and she remembers not wanting to be like that. "I'd be so embarrassed to make noises like that." So she laid there, silently. A little over 12 hours later, she was examined again, found to not have "progressed" (I'd love to be able to get my hands on her hospital admission record), and so she was taken for an XRAY. Yes, you've read this correctly. My mom was in active labor with me and she was given an XRAY to determine if there was "cephalopelvic disproportion."

I get sick to my stomach every time I think about this happening, XRAY'ing a pregnant women, exposing her delicate baby to nasty radiation. My mom gets angry each time she recounts this part of the story for a different reason-- "those nurses made me get up and walk to the XRAY room and here I was in labor! Can you imagine making a woman in labor walk around? It's just barbaric!" Clearly we have a difference of opinion.

I digress. The radiologist on call determined that, indeed, my teeny infant head was too large to pass through my mom's pelvic outlet. An emergency C-section, or cesarean section, was necessary. My mom was anesthetized, intubated, and I was roughly removed through the gaping hole in my mom's abdomen, sent to the nursery, and didn't get returned to my mom until almost three days later. So much for establishing bonding or even getting a snowball's shot at breastfeeding. My mom remembers that when I was returned to her, I "didn't like" to breastfeed, and since she thought the whole breastfeeding process was rather "disgusting" anyway, she was given a shot to dry up her milk and then was the end of it.

Almost three years later to the day, my mom was again in labor in the same hospital, this time with my sister. As my mom recounts it, she was angry again, this time because she had been given a due date sometime in the first week of December and she had been given a date for a scheduled C-section, and here she was in labor again almost three weeks early. She wanted to avoid labor and just have her surgery. Her doctor couldn't have been more happy to comply. Fast-forward another seven years, same hospital, and my mom was happily under the knife-- her third C-section, and, thank God she hadn't gone into labor before her scheduled surgery this time-- this time being delivered of my youngest sister. This time the doctor gave her news after the surgery that should have chilled her to the core-- he had had to remove quite a bit of scar tissue from my mom during her surgery. It was due to her first two C-sections, and it had wrapped around her intestine and appeared to have been adhering to her bladder as well. I don't think my mom ever understood what those words meant, nor do I think she attributed all the GI problems and abdominal pain that she had been having to it. All she cared was that he had tied her tubes and she was forever done with being pregnant and having babies, an activity she had never really enjoyed.

Fast-forward yet another seven years, it's now 1988, and my mom is again in the hospital, this time she's had to schedule surgery because she is having tremendous abdominal pain and bowel problems due to more scar tissue growth. Again, a direct result of the three "benign" C-sections. They must have been benign, harmless, normal, right? After all, depending upon which state you live in, anywhere between 35-45% of childbearing women are having C-sections. If it was dangerous or abnormal, your doctor wouldn't be carving young healthy women up like a Thanksgiving Day turkey, would he? Again, I digress.

Fast-forward again, this time to about 1993 or so. My mom is again having surgery, what we in the medical field refer to as a "LOA" or "lysis of adhesions," AKA removal of yet more scar tissue resulting from her three C-sections. This time I'm driving her down for the surgery, and I'm working at the hospital where she's having the surgery, as I'm finishing up nursing school. Even at this point I don't think it occurred to me that there was something terribly wrong with this picture. I don't think I understood the connection between all the pain and GI problems that my mom was having and her previous C-sections. This time the doctor informed her that the scar tissue had wrapped itself around her intestine and had attached itself to her bladder and was clearly working hard to take over her entire abdominal cavity.

This is really the first time that my mom had surgery where I can remember the events leading up to it and her recovery afterwards. I remember the intense pain she would have for months and months at a time, her lying in bed, curled up on her side, as I imagine she did when she was in labor with me. The pain would be worse when she had her menses as I recall. I remember her doctor calling in prescriptions for pain pills, telling her to just "deal with it," as he did when she was in labor with me. I remember her, foolishly, listening to him, afraid to complain about the pain, afraid "to make noise," as she has always called it. I remember finally even her doctor caving in and saying she needed surgery yet again if her GI problems and pain were ever to be resolved. And then I vividly remember her coming out of surgery, screaming in pain, thrashing about, and then just crying for hours after the anesthesia had worn off and she was back in her hospital bed. She would finally get sent home, where she would limp around for weeks as she attempted to take care of the house and her family, no one to help her, again, reminiscent of her recovery times after she had had her three C-sections.

I also have vivid memories of being with many women in labor while I was in nursing school doing my "labor and delivery" rotation (notice the "delivery" part of that-- women don't give birth, they are delivered, of their infants, a total reliance on their physician being more than implied). I was always excited when a "delivery" turned into a C-section and I got to go to the OR. I loved the OR, I loved the excitement of an emergent "delivery," right down to the blue, limp, apparently lifeless babies that were shoved up and out of the birth canal, back into the abdominal part of the uterus, and then to where they were "rescued" by the heroic OB who had quickly and effortlessly slit open the baby's mother to "save" them from imminent danger. It was amazing. I loved it. I had no concept of what contributed to all those C-sections or to the dangers the babies faced from having been put through that or to the long-term consequences of those C-sections on both the mothers and their babies.

Fast-forward now to 2002. I am almost 31, and pregnant with MY first child.
My middle sister had had a C-section a few years back (she will go on to have two more), and my youngest sister will have one herself a few years later. At this point I am beginning to think differently about this whole pregnancy and birth "thing." I have chosen a midwife to provide me with my prenatal care and to "deliver" my baby. I am blessed to be living in an area that has a birthing center available to me for the birth of my oldest child. During one of my first prenatal visits, I gave our midwife my family history--the obstetric history of my closest female relatives, including my mom and my sister and their history of C-sections. I told my midwife that I wanted a "natural birth," not just a vaginal birth, but one devoid of having been induced, drugged, or medically compromised in any way. She kind of snorted, told me that based on the mere fact that both my mom and my sister had had C-sections, I would "probably" require one as well, but then begrudgingly suggested that my husband and I take a Bradley Childbirth class if we "really" wanted to do this. (In hindsight, I think she told us to take the Bradley class in an attempt to scare us away from the idea of a natural childbirth, because as the months went on and we grew more and more in love with the Bradley classes, our midwife got more and more frustrated with our desire to have a natural childbirth.)

I have much to be thankful for, as those Bradley classes "saved my life" as it were. Honestly, we took the Bradley classes for my husband. I'm a nurse, I really believed that I knew all that I needed to know about pregnancy, birth, and breastfeeding. I thought my husband would benefit from the childbirth classes, as he will quickly tell anyone who's listening that he's "not medical" and has knows nothing about anything "medical." What I didn't know at that point in my life is that childbirth ISN'T medical. It's normal, it's healthy, it's not a deviation from health in a woman's life cycle. A C-section, on the other hand, IS medical (actually it's surgical), and it is a deviation from health in a woman's life cycle. I cannot even begin to detail how much I learned about the normal course of pregnancy, labor, and birth-- I would take the class again if I could, and recommend it for any pregnant couple, regardless of how they think they want to give birth. http://www.bradleybirth.com/

I prepared diligently for my natural childbirth, unafraid of any potential pain or discomfort, and waited patiently for "my day to come." On December 29th, 2002, at 4:30 a.m., I, too, started my labor just as my mother and my sister had, with waters breaking and waking me out of a sound sleep. Unlike my mother and my sister, I did not immediately rush off to the hospital, although my labor intensified and progressed so quickly that I soon was at the hospital-based birth center, being told I was dilated to 8 cm already and would soon be pushing. I looked forward to it with happy anticipation. I was up for the challenge!

What I didn't know was that I would quickly progress to 10 cm, begin the second stage of labor (the "pushing stage"), and that I would push futilely for four solid hours. I kept feeling like something was wrong, and told the midwife so, but she brushed it off and told me everything was fine. I was exhausted, dehydrated (I had spent most of my labor vomiting), and felt I couldn't push anymore. The midwife told me that our son hadn't budged one bit in all those hours of pushing, but that since he wasn't in distress, I could either elect to push for another hour at which point I would have a C-section if he still wasn't out, or if our son went into distress he would be emergently "sectioned." I didn't like either of those options; nobody had prepared me for this possibility, the whole "done-everything-right-now-going-nowhere-and-no-good-options" stage. I tried to think clearly and have a rational conversation with my husband at this point, but let's be real, any woman who's been in active labor for almost 10 hours, four hours of which were spent grunting and pushing, will agree that there isn't much rational thinking and objective planning that can be done at that point. There had to be another option. I wracked my brains, trying to remember all that we had learned in our Bradley classes. What about suction? Could we transition out of the birth center, into the hospital labor and delivery unit, and have the OB come in and use suction to get our baby out? The midwife agreed that this was a possibility, but she cautioned me that I would be forced to received IV pain med (Nubain) as the doctor wouldn't agree to use the suction without it. I was torn; I had worked so hard to avoid any medications up to this point, as I was trying to protect my baby. But I also knew I didn't have the physical or emotional energy to push for another hour, only to find out that they wanted to do a C-section. I was adamant about one thing-- I WAS NOT having a C-section! I agreed to the drug, only a half dose, and off we went.

It was crazy how things progressed at that point. I was whisked to the labor and delivery unit, where I was transferred into a labor bed complete with the drop-down bottom, an IV was started and the Nubain given (to tell you the truth I was kind of looking forward to the drug at that point because I was so exhausted and in so much pain). The OB arrived, I was given an episiotomy (against my wishes but the OB stated she "had to" in order to use the suction, I found out later this is not true), and the work of "delivering" me of my son was begun. My husband still gets outraged when he recounts how he remembers it all happening. Here's what I remember: the doctor couldn't get my baby out, either. He was lodged in there, stuck, for some reason (a good vaginal exam should have given them the answer as to why he was "stuck," but clearly that wasn't done, I was instead, in need of "delivery"), and while not in distress, still needed to be extricated (the idea of using the Jaws of Life were at this point crossing my mind). The OB tried and tried to draw him downwards using "just" the suction. He still didn't budge. She finally brought out "the big guns": she commanded a large (mean) nurse to lay across the upper part of my abdomen and use all of her body weight and strength to push my son down from above, she herself reached her hand up inside of me and physically grabbed ahold of my son with her hand, she commanded someone else to utilize the suction, and then she ordered me to "PUSH!!!!!" I have never in my entire life experienced pain that intense or torturous, and I hope to never experience anything like that ever again. My son was "delivered," finally-- and I avoided the "inevitable" C-section. What my son and I later suffered as a result of all that is yet another subject for yet another blog.

But I am thankful. I have not had any C-sections. I went on to have three more births, none of which were anything like my first one. I learned after the birth of our oldest daughter, our second born, that the right side of my pelvis is angled inward. Most likely why during my labor with my son neither he nor I seemed to be progressing during the second stage (ie, why I did so much pushing without any progress). A chiropractor quickly took care of that problem, and I've never had a problem since. It's probably the reason why both my mother and both of my sisters have ended up having C-sections. It might account for the diagnosis my mom received when she was in labor with me, "cephalopelvic disproportion" (or CPD), which, incidentally, is exceptionally rare. (My mom didn't really have CPD, most women who are told they do, don't).

Back to my mom and her bowel obstructions. As my mom left to go back home after her Thanksgiving hospital stay, she grabbed my arm and said, "Oh, Tiff, make sure you don't end up like this. You don't want to go through this like I have all my life." I assured that I wouldn't, at least not for the same reasons that she has. I tear up as I write this, because my mom shouldn't have had to go through this, either. And I hope and pray that my sisters don't, either.

And I am thankful.

To learn more about C-sections, the complications arising from them, the possibility of a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean), and how to minimize the possibility of the actual need for a C-section, simply click on the title of this blog to be taken to the International Cesarean Awareness Network website.

Win a Free Baby So Smart Silk Baby Sling or Mei Tai!

2009-11-05T12:28:00.007-06:00

It's that time again, time for another chance to win a FREE Baby So Smart silk baby sling or Mei Tai baby carrier! I love contests, and this one is just in time for the holidays!

Here's how to enter: Make a video of yourself wearing your baby in your favorite Baby So Smart sling or Mei Tai telling the world just how much you love it and why. Now be creative-- sing about it, dance a jig, shout it from the mountain tops-- the more creative the better (please keep it clean, and please no dangerous activities in the carriers)-- and then post your video to YouTube. After you have posted your video love to YouTube, post a link to your video on the Baby So Smart Facebook page, where we can all view it and vote for our favorite. Three winners will be chosen: First prize will be a FREE Baby So Smart EveryDay Silk Sling, Inspiration Sling, or Deluxe Mei Tai of your choice; the first runner up will receive a Baby So Smart gift certificate worth $75; second runner up will receive a Baby So Smart gift certificate worth $50. Entries will be judged based on your creativity, originality, and really just generally on whether or not you made us laugh and be happy!

Wait-- you say you'd like to have a chance to win a free Baby So Smart silk baby sling or Mei Tai baby carrier but you don't own any Baby So Smart carriers to rave about? Let us help you out. For those of you who've been dying to try one of our carriers but just haven't taken the plunge yet, now's your chance. Now through November 30, purchase a Skinny Sling or a Basic Mei Tai of your choice at 35% off the full price and enter our contest for your chance to win another silk baby sling or Mei Tai baby carrier absolutely free! Simply use the promo code CONTEST at check-out to receive 35% off your order. May only be used on full price Skinny Slings or Basic Mei Tais.

So, hurry up and make your video, get it posted to YouTube and tell the world all about how much you love your Baby So Smart sling or Mei Tai and get your chance to win big!

Infantino Sling Rider Deaths-- Sadly, Finally

2009-11-04T09:53:00.007-06:00

For the last 4 years+ I've been teaching what I call a "Benefits of Babywearing" class through several local venues-- hospital-based lactation support groups, our local Babies R Us locations, pediatricians offices, small home groups, through chirpractors offices-- you name it. My goal has always been to open parents eyes to all the amazing physical and emotional health benefits that babywearing gives to a baby. It still blows my mind. Not the idea of babywearing, but the science behind it all. It totally makes sense. An infant's development is measurably physically improved by babywearing. I'm just overwhelmed that something as simple as a piece of cloth, used to fasten my baby to my body, can actually measurably physically benefit my baby. It's so simple, it's almost stupid.

But not all baby carriers are equal, and not all of them are safe. And that's also been a part of the classes that I teach. When I teach a class, I bring several different styles of carriers to each class in order to demonstrate the pro's and con's of each style so that parents are then able to make an educated decision about which carrier style best meets the needs of their family. One of the carriers that I include in the demonstration is the Infantino Sling Rider, which would be considered a "bag style" carrier.

My overwhelming concern with this particular style of carrier is the awkward and compromised position into which the baby slips when he is placed inside the carrier. There is no feature to keep the baby's body in good alignment, so the baby usually ends up in what we call the "chin-to-chest" position. I'm a nurse, a pediatric nurse, and just hearing those words said in relation to a infant under three months old is enough to make my skin crawl. The chin-to-chest position is just that-- the infant's chin drops down to rest on their chest (remember your newborns at that age, they really don't have much of a neck), and their little, teeny, floppy airway is occluded-- folded in half, if you will. The infant airway, or trachea or breathing tube, is pretty unremarkable at this stage, at least in regards to it's ability to maintain itself. It's soft, floppy, and extremely narrow; that's why infants are so grossly affected when they're hit with the common cold, for example. Let me just say it bluntly: it is possible for an infant to "cut off" their own ability to breathe if they are placed in the chin-to-chest position. Try it yourself and see; bend your head down and forcefully rest your chin on your chest, and notice how you begin to work harder to breathe through your nose. More forceful, deeper breaths, indicating that's its much more challenging to get a good deep breath in this position. And we don't even have teeny, floppy airways. Now imagine that you are an infant with a teeny, floppy airway.

My concerns are not invalid, either. Others have been voicing their concerns for several years as well. In fact, one third-party group reviewed the Infantino Sling Rider (along with several other styles/brands of carriers) back in the fall of 2006 or 2007 ( I don't remember which off the top of my head), documented their findings, and presented it to the manufacturer in the following February, I believe assuming that the bag-style carrier in question would be pulled from the market, at least until modifications could be made to make it safe for use.

Here were some of the findings that the third-party reviewers found when reviewing the Infantino Sling Rider in use with actual moms and babies:
1. Due to the elastic gathering at the opening of the carrier, the actual oxygen levels within the carrier were significantly lower than that in the area around the mom. What does this mean? The baby is not being exposed to the oxygen it needs to breathe and oxygenate itself.

2. Due to the poor positioning of the baby in the carrier, i.e., the chin-to-chest position, some babies in the study occluded their own airway. They subsequently displayed the following impairments:
a. The babies oxygen levels went down, probably due in part to the lack of airflow inside the carrier, and in part to the compromised position the babies were in.
b. Their respiratory rates went up (as their bodies were trying to compensate for inability to suck in oxygen/air by increasing how fast the babies breathed).
c. To compensate even more, their heart rates began to rise above normal levels, again, in an attempt to adequately oxygenate the baby.
d. Some babies were noted to begin "grunting" which is a sign of respiratory distress.
e. Some babies were noted to have color changes-- blue/purple around their lips, etc.
f. Some babies thrashed around and cried to try to communicate their discomfort/distress.
g. Some babies just became "still" and didn't move (many parents take this to mean the baby is comfortable, sleeping, safe. Not often the case).

Parents have reported similar behaviors in their infants when using the Infantino SlingRider; these parent reports can be found either at the Babies R Us website or the Amazon website, by searching for the Infantino Sling Rider. Several of the reviews are disturbing, and many describe behaviors similar to what the third-party reviewers found when doing their study.

What's most disturbing to me is the manufacturer's response to all of this a few years ago when they were presented with the cold, hard facts. They shrugged their shoulders. Didn't seem to care, didn't make any changes, and certainly did nothing to publicize these findings. I get angry sometimes, when I'm teaching a class, and I present this information to a room full of parents or parents-to-be, and inevitably someone speaks up, usually a dad, but sometimes a mom, to say-- "If the carrier were really dangerous, I think the maker would pull it from the market. I don't believe what you're saying." Often at this point they accuse me of just trying to sell my own carriers; for those of you who know me, you can back me up when I tell you that that is the absolute last thing I've ever tried to do. I'm a firm believer in "you have to do what works for you." And I've provided parents with websites, stores, lists of resources, even referred them to competitors, to make sure that they were able to find a carrier that actually works for them.

I digress. Unfortunately, it finally happened. The Infantino Sling Rider company "got what it asked for"-- a documented death in one of their carriers, and not just one, I might add, but several. Consumer Reports notes the instances in their article dated October 26, 2009. (For some reason I am not able to input the link to the article here, but it is imbeded in the title of this blog).
They got what they asked for, alright, dead babies and devastated families. And it didn't have to happen.

Sadly, the Consumer Reports article attempts to say that ALL baby slings are unsafe, dangerous, shouldn't be used. Not true. I have pushed people to LEARN how to use their carriers correctly over the years, as even a good carrier can be used incorrectly and potentially be the "cause" of a problem (I say "cause" because it's not actually the carrier that causes the problem, it's the wearer not using it correctly). Three biggest instances of this, in my opinion, are: a "bigger baby, let's say a 6- or 8-month old, that's just really pitching a fit, and the parent is trying to force the baby into the carrier, and the baby is thrashing, throwing itself around, a recipe for disaster. A baby carrier is just that, a carrier, not a restraining device. Next example, a parent not tightening the carrier up, wearing it very loose and low, baby hanging out, again, looking for a fall, or the potential for the baby to fall into the chin-to-chest position. I've seen this several times, usually a ring sling, and the parent is attempting to carry the baby in the cradle position, but is not adjusting the sling to support the baby, allowing the baby to just kind of curl up inside the body of the sling (I've always thought that maybe these parents were trying to wear it the way they've seen the Infantino Sling Rider worn). And the third instance, wearing a carrier that is too big for you-- usually it is a pouch, or pouch sling, and the baby is sliding into . . . the chin-to-chest position, and we've already been through those dangers. It is critical to make sure not only that the carrier you are using fits you, but that you are also using it correctly.

My heart goes out to the families of these beautiful babies whose lives were needlessly lost. The data was there, several years ago, and the manufacturer KNEW about the potential harm that their product could have, creating a compromised position in babies, they just didn't seem to care.

Determining to Make a Difference

2009-10-15T16:07:00.005-05:00

Every day I tell myself that I need to get on here and keep up this blog, and every day I fail to meet my goal. I'm always busy it seems-- chasing the kids, making a meal, packing a lunch, changing yet another diaper, making a sling or Mei Tai to fill an order, searching on line to figure out how to better market our beautiful products, teaching a babywearing class or answering emails about babywearing, shopping for fabrics, providing breastfeeding support-- the list never seems to end. And every day I find time to do all those things. I've also been failing in another major area.

The one thing I have been failing in lately is in-- giving. I grew up in a family of givers. My parents gave what little cold, hard cash they had to suppport so many great organizations, and they planted that seed in me. When I was in high school, I remember I began giving a portion of the money I earned-- a tithe--through various jobs to support a child through World Vision. It was exciting for me to know that I was helping a child somewhere around the world to live a slightly better life-- providing them with food, clothes, an education, medical care. And then my income increased a bit. So I began to sponsor another child, then another, and another. I think at one point I was sponsoring close to 10 children in various countries and then I began to find other awesome organizations to support as well. It was liberating for me. I loved it.

And when Adam and I got married in 2000, I realized I had married another "giver." We streamlined our giving, and soon were giving over 20% of our gross income to support several amazing organizations-- World Vision, Jews for Jesus, Arab World Ministries, Child Evangelism Fellowship, Mercy Ships, Samaritan's Purse-- just to name a few. And then Adam lost his job . . . a month after I had given birth to our oldest child. We tightened our belts and had to very reluctantly cut back on our giving. We thought that Adam would fairly quickly find another job and this "hiccup" in our lives would soon be in the past. Two years later, he was still without a job. We had used up all our savings, our retirements, we had stopped giving all together, and things never seemed to "go back to normal" for us.

Fastforward a few years. Adam never has found another job in his field. He finally took a job in a totally unrelated field and has been underemployed for over 5 years now. In those 5 years, we've added 3 more kids to our brood. We've never been able to loosen our belts, it seems. And we've never really gotten back on the "giving bandwagon", if you will.

Every month I tell myself that I am going to give, to tithe, out of my business earnings. I'm thrilled that Baby So Smart has grown so much over the last 5 years and is really doing well. Are we rolling in money? No. But there's no reason why I can't give. And so I've determined to make Baby So Smart make a difference in other people's lives.

Baby So Smart is now proud to announce that we are supporting another great program through World Vision, I've picked a program that provides women, mothers, with sewing machines so that they can then help support their families as seamstresses. Clearly close to my heart. Statistics show that if you help a woman by providing her with education and loans for microenterprise, that this actually significantly improves the entire community, not just the woman and her own family. Hence why I've chosen to support this awesome program by World Vision.

So 10% of every dollar that you spend at Baby So Smart will now go to supporting women around the world in a microenterprise. I encourage you to read more about this program, or other great programs that World Vision operates, and to give as you are able as well. Just click on the title of this blog post to be taken to the World Vision website.

"Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you." Luke 6:38

Fall 2009 EveryDay Silk Sling Collection

2009-08-30T17:39:00.014-05:00

We're adding a few new slings to our EveryDay Silk and EveryDay Silk Demi Sling line of carriers, and they're to-die-for! Lots of beautiful new silk colors paired with some gorgeous new cotton prints are sure to have you hankering for a new sling! Check out these fun "Mini-Me" versions of some of our new slings (and there are more to come, just be patient!). Full-size versions of all these slings will be available for sale on our site beginning in September. "Mini-Me" versions of all our EveryDay Silk and EveryDay Silk Demi Sling are always available for $35.

This first red plum & gorgeous lawn floral is called "Francesca." For those of you who lusted after our "Sofia" EveryDay Silk sling, you will love "Francesca" just as much. Soft, feminine, and elegant, "Francesca" will turn heads everywhere you go.

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do-- we guarantee you'll say yes to this beautiful "Daisy" EveryDay Silk Demi Sling from our Fall 2009 Collection! Jet-black dupioni silk is partially lined and then trimmed with a fun hot pink and wine print just loaded with spirit.

"Stella", beautiful Stella of dusky plum dupioni silk and lined and edged with a just amazing large-scale plum & tan botanical print. We are in love with this new EveryDay Silk Demi sling, and guarantee you will be, too!

And then there's "Wynsome," or "Wynnie," as we affectionately refer to this beautiful new EveryDay Silk Demi Sling. Cocoa dupioni silk is partially lined and then trimmed in a funky but feminine print done in shades of cocoa, tangerine, pale blue, and hibiscus pink.

And isn't our beautiful little model just great? We certainly think so! For more views of these beautiful new EveryDay Silk Slings by Baby So Smart, join us on Facebook!

And check back frequently, as we have a few more slings to add to our Fall 2009 Collection!

Baby So Smart Product Review

2009-07-31T16:58:00.005-05:00

We're excited to share a recent review of one of our beautiful, practical Baby So Smart Mei Tais! Check out what Susan, of www.upscalebaby.com/blog has to say!

The Baby So Smart "Inspiration Sling" Contest Winners!

2009-02-01T22:13:00.003-06:00

"Inspiration Sling" Winners!

We had so many great entries to this contest, it was extremely difficult to narrow the entries down. While my intent was to narrow the choices down to just 5 winning entries, because there were so many inspiring entries, I decided to add-on some "Honorable Mention" entries. The individuals who have received Honorable Mention will receive a $50 gift certificate, good towards any Baby So Smart product.

And now the 5 grand prize winners of the Baby So Smart "Inspiration Sling" contest--

1. Jessica Hartenstine (TBW: LunamothMama), with the "Azor Forrest" sling, color combo of chocolate brown, leaf green, and turquoise.
2. Michelle Tonkinson, with the "Kyla Ilene" sling, color combo of pink and cream.
3. Carmela Smythe (TBW: carmelasmythe), with the "Hannah Lashley" sling, color combo of chocolate brown and pink.
4. Elizabeth Easter (TBW:EllieBellie), with the "Tiffany Sabrina" sling, color combo of "Tiffany blue" and lime green.
5. Dana Carries (TBW:Pyrodjm), with the "Natalie Monet" sing, color combo of deep orange and chocolate brown.

And now the Honorable Mentions--
1. Andee Roll, with the "Harper Delaney" sling
2. Jennifer Lytle (TBW:mamarocks), with the "Claire Margarite" sling
3. Heather Russel (TBW:bgexotics), with the "Aidan Carter" sling
4. Shanna Bartram (TBW:anneannahs), with the "River Anna" sling
5. Dawn Partlow, with the "Nova Marie" sling

Congratulations to all of our Grand Prize Winners, and to all of our Honorable Mention winners!

Stay tuned for photos coming soon!

Join Baby So Smart on Facebook!

2009-01-28T12:38:00.003-06:00

Want to learn more about babywearing, love your Baby So Smart sling or Mei Tai, or just want to hang out with other babywearers? Then join us on Facebook! Simply click on the title of this blog to be taken to our Facebook page, and then add yourself as a "Fan" of Baby So Smart.

We look forward to seeing you there!

The End of All Small Businesses That Produce Childrens Items??

2009-01-10T14:47:00.005-06:00

Some of you may not be aware of all that is taking place currently within our governmental system in regards to legislation in process that may very likely shut down those of us who own small businesses that sell or manufacture items used by children ages 12 and under.

In a nutshell: most of you remember the concerns that were raised when in 2007, many children's toys and other products were recalled due to high levels of lead, said items having been manufactured in mass quantities in China, and sold to us by large companies here in the US who had outsourced their production of these childrens items. Rightly so, Americans were outraged, and the US Congress stepped in to protect us.

This from www.change.org, "they [the US Congress] passed the Consumer Product Safety Improvement Act (CPSIA) in August 2008. Among other things, the CPSIA bans lead and phthalates in children's products, mandates third party testing and certification, and requires manufacturers of all goods for children under the age of 12, to permanently label each item with a date and batch number." (Italics mine).

While this appears to be a great step taken to protect American children from tainted products, there are myriad problems with the legislation and the way it currently is written.

Again, from www.change.org: "All of these changes will be fairly easy for large, multinational companies to comply with. Large manufacturers who make thousands of units of each item have very little incremental cost to pay for testing and updating their systems to include batch labels. Small businesses however, will likely be driven out of business by the costs of mandatory testing, to the tune of as much as $4,000 or more per item. And the few larger manufacturers who still employ workers in the United States face increased costs to comply with the CPSIA, even though American-made toys had nothing to do with the toy safety problems of 2007.

Anyone who produces or sells any of the following new or used items will be required to comply with the law: toys, books, clothing, art, educational supplies, materials for the learning disabled, bicycles, and more. Any uncertified item intended for children under the age of 12 will be considered contraband after February 10, 2009. It will be illegal to sell or give these items away to charities, and the government will require their destruction or permanent disposal, resulting in millions of tons of unnecessary waste, and placing an enormous strain on our landfills.

There is a clear disconnect between the sweeping nature of this law, and the narrow range of products that were problematic in 2007. The CPSIA applies standards that were put in place in reaction to the sale of toys contaminated with lead paint and toxic plastics. Rather than focus on these materials, this law places a guilty until proven innocent mentality on all children's product producers by imposing mandatory testing and certification, and in the process will kill an entire industry."

This law, if enacted as currently written, will close down thousands of small businesses, including mine. In these economically difficult times, this will only serve to increase the hardships families are suffering from and increase the jobless rate. I encourage you to contact your senators and congress-people to implore them to provide exemptions for those of us whose products in no way violate these laws or impose and danger to our children.

FYI-- the fabrics that I currently use to craft the beautiful baby carriers available on my website, www.babysosmart.com, are already safe-- the levels of possible contaminants are well-under what the government is deeming acceptable and safe with these laws. However, if I continued to function and manufacture and sell baby carriers after February 10th, the government would state that I am violating the law by producing and selling "hazardous materials", which is NOT true, and I could potentially be fined up to $5 million and face jail time.

Please, please take the time to read the full explanation of all that will happen to America on February 10, 2009 by going to www.change.org, and then also contact those indivual senators and congress people who can grant us exemptions.

Thank you so much for reading this.

Happy After-the-Holidays Greetings!

2009-01-04T23:55:00.005-06:00

Just wanted to wish all of you a happy, healthy, prosperous 2009!

You Inspire Us

2009-01-01T16:58:00.004-06:00

Most of my fabric choices and combinations that I use to create all of our beautiful Baby So Smart slings and Mei Tais are inspired by something in my life-- my children, a favorite book, a beautiful natural phenomenon, friends-- and my customers.

In honor of all the inspiration in my life, I have decided to introduce the Baby So Smart "Inspiration" Slings. These slings will be inspired by YOU and will be available in several gorgeous combinations and price ranges, providing something beautiful for everyone.

These slings will be available as single layer slings in two separate but coordinating color combinations, or as one gorgeous reversible sling.

Here's a look at the "Avelyn Eithne" reversible silk sling, inspired by my oldest daughter-- Elegant and beautiful, but subtle. Two gorgeous layers of silk, one a silvery green, the other sugared plum, accented by an elegant coordinating cotton print. Two zippered pockets, to make the sling practical regardless of which way you choose to wear it. Available for $249.

And then the single layered versions:

The "Avelyn" sling (my daughter's first name) . . . a single layer of silvery green silk, accented with sugared plum silk and the coordinating cotton print . . . and the "Eithne" sling (my daughter's middle name) . . . a single layer of sugared plum silk, accented with silvery green silk and the coordinating cotton print.

Each of the single layer slings has one zippered pocket and is not reversible, and will be available for $125.

Here's where you, our customers, come in. I want your input to help inspire me with this astounding line of silk slings.

I invite you to send me your baby's name, along with your favorite color combination, a photo of you with your baby, and tell me a little bit about yourself and what inspires you. If I choose your color combination, that sling will be named after your baby, and you will receive a free reversible, double layer silk sling named for your baby in the color combination that you have suggested.

All entries must be received by midnight, Jan. 15, 2009. Winners will be notified by Jan. 31, 2009, and will receive their sling within 4 weeks. All entries must be submitted to tiffany@babysosmart.com. You may only enter once. Entrants may choose to honor one or more children by combining their children's names in an attractive manner. No more than two names and two color choices submitted per entry. Winning combinations will be chosen based upon: my appreciation of your child's name and my appreciation of the color combination you have chosen. Five winning combinations will be chosen from among entrant's suggestions, hence forming the base for 15 new slings.

Good luck, I look forward to hearing from you-- start submitting!

What's New at Baby So Smart!

2008-06-02T15:31:00.009-05:00

Gosh, I've taken so much time off from keeping up this blog, that I'm afraid I have quite a bit to catch up on, at least in regards to what has been going on at Baby So Smart.

Let's see, I guess we'll start with January: We've turned over the last of the "old stock" of the EveryDay Silk slings, so now all the new slings have zippered pockets. We've been pleased to have much positive feedback regarding this change. And our new tags are a big hit, not just with us, but with everyone who sees them! Thanks to my sweet husband, Adam, for designing our gorgeous peacock!

February: Two birthdays this month, our youngest son, Malachai, turned two, and he's experiencing the "terrible two's" to the fullest! I think my older two skipped this stage! And our "Boggle" (beagle/Boston terrier mix), Ruby, turned one this month!

March: Now it's Adam's turn for a birthday, he wasn't too thrilled to keep creeping past the "Big 3-0". Seems we always want to be younger, or at least not get any older! We're getting ready around here to take part in our first fashion show, to be held in Fort Madison, IA, and we're pretty excited about that. And we're gearing up to our first big Baby Expo to be held in early April. Much work to be done around here!

April: Yet another birthday! Avelyn turns 4 this month, and she has agreed to wean. My baby
girl is growing up! And check out what she chose as her "weaning present"! I must say I'm proud! The fashion show went well, I think we'll do it again some time. And the Baby Expo was a great experience--more displays to make, new signage, revamped business cards, several new sling designs, and lots and lots of people! We also finally had our sling and Mei Tai wearing instruction photo shoot this month. Can't wait to finally get everything edited, prettied up, and onto the website! Oh, and let's not forget, the end of tax season! Whew, what a busy month!

May: New Mei Tai fabrics! Lots of them! Our Spring and Summer line of Mei Tai fabrics is up on the site and very beautiful, I might add. Supplies are limited, so order early if you like these prints. Each new print is clearly marked on the site. Here are just a few "fabric photo swatches" for you to enjoy. And two new sling styles-- "The Skinny Sling", a more narrow, single layer silk sling in great summery colors for warmer weather babywearing; and "The Geisha Sling", a unique line of high-end slings designed using vintage obis. We also had a photo shoot, some of our new photos are up on the site, some are still yet to be loaded, and we still have the second half of the photo shoot to complete--this next one will include photos of our Geisha Sling line!

June: We have an article about the "Benefits of Babywearing" coming out this month in the Kansas City Baby magazine, as well as a column highlighting the products we produce here at Baby So Smart! Very excited, I'll post the article and column as soon as it's on the stands! So much to look forward to this summer! And a couple of photos from our photo shoot--

Where Have We Been???

2008-06-02T15:23:00.002-05:00

It seems the Chief Blogger at Baby So Smart has been shirking her duties for quite some time; alright, that would be me. I'm here to explain briefly where I've been for the last several months.

My husband and I found out we were expecting another baby back in November, we were both very excited, as this little one was actually planned, unlike several of our others. Not that we weren't excited about them, too, it's just different when you are surprised (to say the least) by three kids in three years. This new little one was due to be born in July, but it wasn't to be. I had a miscarriage just a few weeks later, and honestly, it knocked me off my feet emotionally. I never thought I would be the one having a miscarriage, losing a longed-for baby, and I very unwillingly joined the ranks of those women who've gone before me in experiencing the death of a baby or child. And to make it even more difficult, only a few weeks after losing that little baby, I found out I was pregnant again, and nearly lost this one as well.

It's taken me the last 25 weeks to finally relax and be able to enjoy this new baby, a girl, due now in early September. I'm finally done worrying, I think, that something will go wrong with her as well. And I think I'm finally ready to start blogging again. And to all of you other women who have lost a child at any stage of their development, I'm so sorry for your loss.

Holiday Sales

2007-11-28T08:14:00.000-06:00

Well, Thanksgiving is over, I know that I and my family had a great time, and hopefully yours did as well. We spent a few days at a lake, just relaxing, swimming, having fun, "mountain climbing" (we took the kids to a local nature preserve full of trees, hills, caves, lakes, and despite the fact that we never strayed from the paved path, they're determined that they went mountain climbing), and enjoying each other's presence. We returned to town just in time for "Cyber Monday", so now it's back to work.

Here's what we have going on for the holidays:

Free standard shipping on all purchases being shipped to any US or Canadian address from now to Dec. 20th. International orders pay only 50% actual shipping costs.

25% off all EverDay Silk and EveryDay Indulgence slings-- coupon code is available on our page, www.babysosmart.com. Please use coupon code at check-out for discount.

We're also soliciting feedback on our newly remodeled website, and we'd love to hear from you! Drop us an email at info@babysosmart.com, and let us know what you like, what you'd like to see changed, and what would make it more user-friendly for you.

And remember, there are only 28 more days until Christmas! Get shopping!

Dead Animals

2007-11-21T10:58:00.000-06:00

I love Thanksgiving. (This will probably be the only post I ever do that has absolutely no mention of babywearing, BTW). Thanksgiving is my absolute favorite holiday. I think it's because when I was growing up, Thanksgiving was the only holiday that almost all of our extended relatives came to visit, and I loved that. That and all the food. My Dad's female cousins were amazing cooks, great New England food, very hardy, delicious. I waited anxiously for Thanksgiving all year long.

Now that I have a husband and three children of my own, I long to have them experience and appreciate Thanksgiving the way that I did as a child. But since we don't have the family closeness aspect, I focus instead on the food, and try to include as many friends as possible. This year, just to mix it up a bit, we decided to go away for a little lakeside vacation, and celebrate Thanksgiving in a new environment. My plan is to make the turkey ahead of time and bring it with us, and then fix the side dishes when we arrive there.

I decided to start the whole turkey process yesterday. Let me say this, I love meat, and while I can appreciate the individual choice that a vegan makes to NOT eat meat products, I can't fathom why they would want to make that choice. Except when Thanksgiving rolls around again. Every year when I pull that big ol' turkey out of the freezer, my stomach starts to churn. (You should have been there the few years when I was pregnant and trying to cook the turkey. Not pretty.)

I'm well aware of all the "thawing rules" that one is supposed to follow when preparing a turkey, however, I've always been one to flout the rules, and turkey thawing holds no exceptions for me. So, I hauled the frozen carcass (what a gross word, carcass) of our unfortunate turkey out of the deep freeze yesterday morning, intending to throw it into the microwave for a marathon defrosting process, and then let it cook for days in the crock pot. Some of my best turkeys have come from this "special" technique.

I put the turkey in the sink, peeled off the plastic wrapper, only to find it had been hog-tied with a length of wire sturdy enough to put King Kong out of commission. And it was frozen as solid as a pond during a frigid New England winter. There was no way that wire was coming out. I began to wonder what the turkey had done that it's handler had needed to resort to such drastic measures. Perhaps as it's executioner raised the axe dramatically over it's head, the turkey looked back at him over it's shoulder, pleading with it's eyes for mercy. Perhaps the turkey went postal, and fought back, grabbing the axe from it's would-be executioner. Perhaps . . .Whoah, my imagination is way too vivid.

I thought for a bit on what was the best way to remove the offending wire. I tried kitchen shears. No luck. I turned to my husband's tool box. (Good thing he wasn't home). I tried leveraging a screwdriver under the wire and stabilizing it against the rock-solid body of the frozen turkey. Nothing. I tried pliers, several varieties-- needle nose, slip grip, you name it. Nothing was working, and now there was rust all over my turkey.

I looked at the clock. It was almost 11! Dang, I still hadn't started the meat for supper! I left the rusty, frozen, now partially mutilated turkey in the sink, and went back to the deep freeze. Ooh, I forgot we had goat. We're having goat for supper.

Before you get too freaked out, most people the world over eat goat on a very regular basis. Goat is amazing when prepared well. My kids love goat; my husband, not so much, he gets stuck on the mental image his brain has created. Anyway, I took the goat out of the wrapper and put it in the microwave to thaw before popping it into the crock pot. Let me say this about goat-- as much I love love goat, uncooked goat has this very distinct odor that just turns my stomach. I looked over at the sink, with my poor turkey lying there helplessly, smelled the raw goat as it traveled in my hands over to the crock pot, and began to get sick. Why were all these dead animals in my kitchen? What kind of freaks were we that there were dead animals just laying around? PETA would would have a hey-day if they ever just stopped by my house on a day like this! What was wrong with us?!

I somehow managed to get the goat seasoned and into the crock pot; the turkey was not so fortunate. It ended up waiting forlornly in the sink until my strong, handsome husband came home from work. Surely he would be able to wrestle off the wires that held it in it's death. (And he did, effortlessly, that's why I married him, so strong, so sexy . . . he's going to read this, you see! ;)

The turkey was now free of the bonds that had held it, but it was far too late for me to do anything culinary with it now. I'd wait until morning. But what was that noise? Someone pounding on my roof? Oh, I'd forgotten that my husband had gone up there to clean out the gutters before the predicted weekend snow got here. He always needed me to guide him back off the roof. I went outside, expecting to direct him off the roof and onto the ladder that was several feet too short. Instead he was making strange gestures and whispering something, I had no idea what he was trying to communicate to me. He kept pointing at the side of the house, to the strip of yard between our house and our neighbors. I pointed over there and he nodded vigorously, but put a finger to his lips to shush me. I tip-toed to the side yard, feeling foolish, trying to look inconspicuous. What?, I gestured silently to him. I don't see anything. He kept pointing, more specific now. I crept closer, squinting to try to see something in the twilight. "A dead animal," he whispered VERY loudly. A dead animal? Was it that half-dead mangy rodent that they called a dog? (I'm not that lucky). Maybe one of the hundreds of squirrels that were rampant in our neighborhood, my kids have named them all, I swear. I kept looking, trying to see something. And then I stopped. Something had caught my eye.

What the . . .?! Is that what I think it is? Oh, my gosh, I live in the city for crying out loud! What was wrong with these people? Did they have something against "field dressing"? Dead animals.

Happy Thanksgiving!
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New Product Tags

2007-11-20T17:15:00.000-06:00

Our new product tags arrived about a month ago, and I've finally taken the time to take some photos to share them you! Hope you like them as much as we do!

Pockets and Toy Loops

2007-11-14T17:32:00.000-06:00

Today's my birthday, and in honor of my birthday, I've decided to have a "Birthday Sale" at Baby So Smart.

In honor of my birthday, all ring slings, EveryDay Indulgence and EveryDay Silk, are 40% off, and all Mei Tais are 35% off (excluding custom orders). Use coupon code: hpybdrs at check-out for all ring sling purchases, and coupon code: hpybdmt at check-out for all Mei Tai purchases. Coupons are valid from now until November 30th at midnight.

I had decided a month or so ago, that starting Jan. 1, 2008, all of our ring slings will come standard with a zippered pocket (versus our previous Velcro pockets) and all of our Mei Tais will come standard with a toy loop. Orders may be filled with either our "old style" ring slings and Mei Tais until our current stock is used up or our "new styles."

Happy birthday shopping!

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Baby Girl

2007-11-13T14:21:00.000-06:00

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I was lying in bed the other morning, in that state of not really awake, but not fully asleep, either, just relaxing and enjoying the stillness. My husband had just left for work, so it was probably a little after 6 am, it was still dark outside, and I had been dreaming something nice, I can't remember what it was, but I remember smiling a little bit in my half-sleep and feeling good inside.

Suddenly I heard a little voice whispering, "Mama, Mama" from next to me in the bed. I hadn't realized our 3 1/2 year old daughter was in bed with me. I scooted over next to her, and pulled her in tight, snuggling her, remembering back to her baby days, and how sweet she had smelled then, how much she loved to be carried around in her sling, such a sweet, sweet baby.

She whispered again, "Mama, Mama," "What, Sweetheart?" I whispered back, so enjoying the closeness and semi-darkness that hung over our little home. "Mama, I think you should wipe my bum," my daughter whispered sleepily. I was more awake now, suddenly. "Why?" "Because I just peed in your bed," she replied.

I was instantly awake, jumping out of the bed, reverie shattered. Such is life in a co-sleeping family. Oh, well. Now it was a normal day.

As I brought my daughter to the bathroom to clean her up and stripped off the sheets, I let my mind wander back to that sweet place I had been just prior to my daughter's announcement. She had been such a sweet, easy baby, and really, she hadn't changed much from that. I remembered snuggling her on my breast moments after she was born on the floor in our local birthing center, in awe of her perfect little wet body and beautiful face. Such a miracle she had been. Our midwife and even the OB had told us during my pregnancy with her that she most likely had Down's Syndrome. I can remember the sinking feeling I had at that moment, and then looking over at my husband, steeling myself for the worst from him, instead hearing him say what my heart was already saying, "It's okay, we'll take her anyway we can get her, she's a blessing, and we will love her no matter what."

And then a few months later giving birth to her at the birthing center, another difficult choice. They had tried to steer us towards one of our local hospitals for the birth, but we knew that there was little risk for our daughter, regardless of where she was born. And if she did indeed have Down's, we wanted her with us, not whisked away to a NICU for hours of painful poking and prodding. So we went with our hearts and planned the birth for the birthing center. What an experience that was. The longest labor I've had yet (almost 48 full hours), and yet the easiest, I could do her labor again in a heartbeat. And then seeing that beautiful little girl slide out of me into my husband's hands, absolutely perfect. No Down's, just a beautiful baby girl.

I carried her everywhere with me, "my pouch girl" I called her. She (and I) was in Heaven everytime I put her in our sling. We would go everywhere, my oldest, only 15 months when his sister was born, clinging to my hand, and she in the sling. People would stare at us as if we were something strange that needed to be watched after. Sometimes people would make nice comments, about how comfortable she looked in the sling, or how nice it must be to be snuggled close to one's mama. But more often than not, we got those stares, those sullen looks, somewhat curious, somewhat angry. As if somehow they are offended that I have chosen to carry my children.

Even now she still loves to be in a sling-- she likes the brown cashmere one now, or the brown and pink silk one-- her tastes have "grown up" as it is. "I like the brown one, Mama, I look good in brown!" She's right, she looks amazing in brown. But then again, she is amazing. Even if she did just pee in my bed.

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There's a Reason Why

2007-10-31T15:28:00.000-05:00

I've just spent the last hour--wait, let me rephrase that-- wasted the last hour trying to "customize" my little blog spot. Oh, I know, they all tell me the same thing, them, the notorious "they" and "them" who are supposed to be my "Customer Support" at all of these non-tech tech sites that I'm getting used to using. (I know, I'm way behind the times, blame my kids). I was supposed to quickly and easily upload some lovely photo of myself to use on my profile, change the look of my blog by customizing the colors, layout, etc, etc, etc. Right, here I am, not having been able to figure any of this out, still where I left it last night . . . .

There's a reason why I leave some of the business details to my husband. Like all of this "easy" computer stuff. Like talking to all the tech geeks at our hosting site. He understands this stuff, he speaks it, it truly is another language, I don't care what anyone says, and he speaks "the language." I, clearly, do not, and will probably never be anywhere near fluent. Maybe someday I'll be able to limp through with a weak understanding of what HTML really is, or how to assign a URL to all the photos I'm trying to use in my many business hosting sites, but I'll never be fluent. There's a reason why.

There's a reason why I'm the chief breast feeder in the family. (This one should be easy for all of you trying to figure out the reasons why before I get to the explanation part). There's a reason why I'm the one who always seems to have to give birth to our children. (Again, idiot easy).

And there's a reason why I choose to be the designer and creator of all of our beautiful babywearing products. I love, love, love, love, love fabric. Especially expensive, rich beautiful fabrics like silks and brocades and cashmeres and camel hairs (oh, they're all here, or going to be, at some point). I mean, come on, look at the link: http://www.babysosmart.com/collections/2/, tell me you wouldn't feel gorgeous swathed in these beautiful creations? How could you not, the fabrics in their most basic state are awe-inspiring, breath-taking, exquisite, and that's how I see moms. So that's how I want to see moms "dressed," carrying their babies in fabrics that make these beautiful, sexy, gorgeous moms glow.

There's a reason why you should carry your baby in one of our slings--not only are they great for your baby, easy on your back, comfortable to wear, but they're gorgeous, too!

We have a slogan around here at Baby So Smart, and it goes like this. "Smart Parents, Smart Slings . . . Smart Babies." So, are YOU smart?

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Just Thought You'd Like to Get a Good Look at Me!

2007-10-30T19:41:00.001-05:00

So What's the Big Deal with Babywearing?

2007-10-30T19:19:00.000-05:00

Many of my friends have been encouraging me to start "blogging," and I've been putting it all off, as I'm not the most computer-savvy and it's not like I'm loaded with extra time. But, I've thought about it and I've finally decided to give it a try.

I think I'll be blogging about all kinds of things that are important to me-- my kids, family, life, babywearing, breastfeeding, pregnancy, and all the other little lovelies that go along with these topics.

I'm going to start it all out today with my passion, babywearing.

So, what is the big deal with babywearing? It's all over Hollywood these days. Open any current celebrity magazine and you're bound to see photos of some young starlet toting her precious little one around, not in her arms, not in some high-priced glitzy stroller, but in a sling, a Mei Tai, a soft-bodied baby carrier of some sort. There's Julia Roberts, Madonna, Angelina Jolie (of course), Marcia Cross, Gwen Stefani (rumored to be carrying another one!), Kate Hudson, Brooke Shields, and lest we forget the dads, there's Brad Pitt, Gavin Rossdale, Liev Shrieber . . . .the list goes on.

I do it myself, have done it with all three of my kids, and love it! So I'll tell you what the big deal is, in my opinion. There's nothing better than snuggling a warm, sweet smelling little one (baby or toddler) in your arms, gazing into their adoring eyes, talking softly into their little ears, taking them everywhere that you go, making them an integral part of every part of your daily life. And the best part of it is-- I'm not breaking my back doing it! My little one is well-supported in my favorite silk sling, yes, silk-- hey, I want to look good, too-- my hands are free to do whatever it is I want to do, I can breastfeed on-demand hands-free anywhere that I need to (and I have a convenient breastfeeding cover-up at my disposal--the tail of my sling), need I say more?!

Forget about all the real health benefits that go along with babywearing. And there are PLENTY of those. (I'll talk about some of those down the road). I just really like the convenience of being able to do whatever I want whenever I want, have my hands free, and have my sweet little ones up close to my face, not somewhere dangling down by my knees in a heavy carseat "carrier" (you do know they're not really carriers, right?) or, again, down at my knees, facing away from me in a stroller so we can't ever really communicate well. I just can't see the benefit of those devices, bummer for those babies and kids who are strapped into them for every excursion their parents go on.

Anyway, that's the big deal with babywearing. It's convenient, it's great for babies and their parents, it can be very stylish, too, and it keeps me hands-free!

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