Monday, October 29, 2012

On Nudity

I have been advised several times, usually from people older and wiser than me, to remove the images of Luca on the internet in which he is fully or partially naked. I would like to explain why I will not be taking them down. This is a decision my husband and I share, and it is the choice we have made for our family. We do not judge others who make different choices for their families, and we recognize that others may have different values.

Of course we are aware that our opinions and beliefs matter little in the eyes of the legal system. But the legal system draws a fairly clear line between what is considered child pornography and what is considered perfectly innocent pictures of babies taking baths. There is little precedent for anyone (concerned neighbors, family members, etc) successfully charging parents with child pornography if the images in question have no sexual undertones and if the taking of the picture does not involve abuse or some other danger to the child. Of course we would never, ever, EVER do such a thing to Luca and if we ever knew someone to place their child in such a situation, we would be leading the charge against them along with the rest of you.

Given that we are not doing anything to incite legitimate legal action against us, Ash and I feel free to act according to our beliefs, which are as follows: We firmly believe that there is nothing wrong, shameful, or automatically sexual about the naked human body, and that this is especially true for children. We enjoy being naked whenever the weather allows it. We feel that censoring a child's naked body tells a child (and everyone else) that the child is responsible for the thoughts and actions of OTHERS. This is the same logic that legitimizes rape by saying that women who expose their faces, ankles, shoulders, etc., are "asking for it".

I believe it is wrong to sexualize children. If you require a 3 year old girl to wear a bathing suit top at the pool, I call that sexualization of children, because a 3 year old has no "breasts" to cover and ought not to be ashamed of herself. Now, with a top on, she has imagined breasts that are "covered", and she gets the sense that there is something "wrong" with them being shown.

When you ask a breastfeeding woman to go to the bathroom or cover herself up, you are asking her to take responsibility for the thoughts and actions of others. She is just feeding her baby. By covering it up, you imply there is something shameful going on, when in reality it is the thoughts of others that may be shameful. This has been happening to women for thousands of years, and I won't let it happen to my son.

It is not the responsibility of the individual to try and live their life to accomodate the lowest common denominator in society. I am not going to walk around assuming everyone is evaluating my rape-ability, I'm going to wear what make me comfortable. It is everyone else's job not to rape me. If a married man looks down my low-cut shirt, that's his problem and not mine. There is nothing about the human body that requires "LOOK AT ME AND LUST AFTER ME SEXUALLY", that's a choice we all make according to what our culture has taught us.

90% of the time, my child is naked. I'm not going to censor the fact just because a pedophile might be using the photo to their advantage. That's the pedophile's problem, not mine or my child's. It is their decision, and it's a decision that hurts only themselves. I'm not going to sit around imagining all the terrible things people might be thinking or doing because of the way me or my child is dressed. Attempting to remove the object of a crime does not make the crime go away or even necessarily reduce it; just look at how well the war on drugs is going.

Our society over-sexualizes women and children. I refuse to participate in that culture, by censoring my body when breastfeeding, or by censoring my child's body while he innocently runs across the driveway. It's important to me that my son views clothing as a convenience, a practical solution to natural problems, and a personal choice for self-expression and cultural participation... but NOT as a requirement for being a good person or as a way to prevent evil in the world from affecting him. The evil and suffering is going to exist, regardless of what you wear. There is no need to carry shame around because others are making poor choices in their interactions with you, or with the images of you.

When my son is old enough to talk, if he expresses to me that he wants the photos taken down, I will respect his wishes. He is the master of his own body, and nobody else can tell him what he is or is not comfortable with, or whether he should or should not be ashamed of himself. The best I can do is set an example of my own values, and make sure he knows that I love him no matter who he becomes or what he believes.... and teach him that the thoughts and actions of others are the responsibility of no one but themselves.

naked play

Thursday, October 18, 2012

It's been a while...

Luca's second year of life is starting out great. Fall is here, our favorite season. Luca wakes up each morning and points to the record player, grunting and whining until we put on music. Some of his favorite records are Led Zeppelin's Houses of the Holy, The Beatles' Revolver, Chopin Polonnaises, Handel's Water Music...

After a month of terrible teething symptoms with a major sleep regression (back to waking crying every two hours), Luca has THREE new teeth cutting through (one being a molar!!).

He loves waving and saying "bye", saying "boom" when he throws things, and pointing to various facial features while we say their names (or finding face parts when we ask him). He is getting pretty good at using a fork and spoon. He loves giving kisses to family members and to his special friends, Danielle and Leo. Every morning I wake up to him looking at my face or giving me a big wet kiss!

Speaking of Danielle, she has taken some great pictures of Luca lately. My camera is broken and has been for several months, meaning the only photos I have are from the iPhone. Leo and Luca have lots of play dates together, for fun or for building houses.

They did this all by themselves:
Luca and Leo by Danielle Ackley
Photo by Danielle.

This is the Luca we know!
Luca by Danielle Ackley
Photo by Danielle.

Luca and Leo by Danielle Ackley
Photo by Danielle.

Luca by Danielle Ackley
Photo by Danielle.

Luca eating black beans from Elmo's, his favorite food:
Luca eating beans for breakfast

Luca's first pumpkin! Though it's his second Halloween.
luca's first pumpkin

The first Halloween, he was too little to do anything. This year, we plan to take him to HallowEno, at the Eno River!

Brushing his teeth:
luca brushing his teeth

Luca loves looking at himself in the iPhone.

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Friday, August 10, 2012

Happy Birthday, Luca!!

Yesterday, August 9th 2012, was Luca's first birthday. He had the same cake that my mom made for all of us when we turned one... from the LLL cookbook. It's mostly carrots, pineapple and honey! He ate a whole piece.

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Before kids, most people have had hard days, where they were ill yet had to go to work anyways, or they didn't get enough sleep; it's easy to think "I know what hardship is, I know a baby will make life harder. That's the price you pay for all that joy, right?  I'll manage." But somehow it didn't occur to me that every day was going to be hard. I don't know why. Overly hopeful optimism as some sort of poorly evolved coping mechanism?

 What didn't happen, after I had Luca, was truly accepting that life is now harder. I always thought in the back of my mind that parenthood wouldn't be hard for me, because 1) my marriage was invincible 2) my parenting would be better than everyone else's 3) my baby would have a personality like my own or my husband's. None of these things turned out to be true. I do have a strong marriage, and we work hard (with less energy and less time than we had before) to keep it that way, but that didn't mean it was invincible. I think I am a great parent, but I'm not the parent I thought I would be, and I don't think my parenting choices are better than anyone else's. My baby does NOT have either of our personalities- he is entirely his own person. He's a very demanding, sensitive, and exhausting person. But he's also sweet, silly, and inquisitive.  

I always thought that I would love breastfeeding. My mother and all women I knew talked about it only with positivity. But it really has not been an overwhelmingly positive experience for me. It hurt like hell for the first 3-4 months. I spent a lot of time during those early months crying while watching my husband get to sleep, next to me. I have D-MER, which causes me to have a dopamine crash with every milk let down (I feel anxious, sad, and angry whenever I nurse). He bites. Food proteins leaking into my breast milk forced me onto a very restricted elimination diet for several weeks, and he continued to have blood in his stool several times a week for still-unexplained reasons. Because he screamed in the car, we hardly ever left the house until he was about 8 months old.


luca nursing

The biggest adjustment was allowing sleep deprivation to become the new norm. I'm still getting used to this. I'm still a little resentful that I don't have an easy baby, who would sleep at night or nap consistently during the day. Everything is so hard when you're tired. It's so easy to loose sight of anything good in life when you're so, so tired.  I really don't think it would be safe for me to operate a car without caffeine. I certainly can't function at work without it. 

I always thought I would be a stay-at-home mom and that I would love it. Turns out, being home all the time is a recipe for ultimate insanity for me… and I couldn't afford it anyways, Even with government medicaid and the support of my family.  Contrary to what I had imagined, I actually enjoy having some time away from Luca during the week. I really do think it allows me to be a better mother.

The one thing I don't miss is "free time". There is nothing that resembles free time in my life anymore, and I don't really care. I feel like nothing I do is a waste of time, which feels good. If I pick a book to read, it's one that is really worth my time and energy (and along those lines, I don't play computer games anymore because they are a complete waste of time and energy). Any moments we have away from the baby are used to try and frantically complete a few things on our to-do list, and it's suddenly fun do do things like call the dentist (without being interrupted). It's nice to appreciate life for what it is, rather than wish I had more time to waste doing "fun" things. 

Having a child is a sort of ego death- you flail around for a while, trying desperately to hang on to who you used to be and who you are used to being. That flailing is more painful than anything you are actually going through in reality. But pretty soon, you learn to be groundless again and the second you do, you get your footing back. Your new role as a part-time martyr isn't that bad.

I've learned that love is an ever-flowing undercurrent, that you can always access, if you relax and allow yourself to stop resisting. I still don't know if I will remember this first year of Luca's life fondly (or if I will ever find the bravery and selflessness to have another child), but I know that as a person I have changed for the better… and I have no regrets anymore. 

Now that he is 1 year old, I feel like Luca is an extension of myself, and a natural, normal part of my life… and I can't imagine my life without him. 

Happy first birthday, Luca!! 

Friday, August 3, 2012

Almost 12 months!

We had a great day yesterday. We went to the art museum in Raleigh... Luca loved it! He rode in the Ergo and pointed at everything, wanting us to explain everything happening in every painting.
nursing at art museum

 Then we went to Pullen Park, for the first time.

  pullen park

 We bought a wood burning stove for our house, from a person who had a craigslist ad up. Only $120!

 Then we ate indian food... I found the place with a quick google and a brief overview of reviews. It was great, and turned out to have "Indy Best of the Triangle" stickers in the window. Luca sat in his high chair and ate some off of his own plate, and was so quiet. He didn't cry in the car, either.

 This is Luca getting stuck in his potty chair. He kept doing this, over and over. And then throwing a tantrum. He's such a toddler now.
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Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Pics and Videos

Luca and Leo get a bath:
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Eno Festival 2012:
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In July, far far I fly

Yesterday, Luca spent the day with Mamaw while I was working from 11am-4:30pm, because Ash had his first physical in 10 years (clean bill of health! Though we still have the blood work to go...). Apparently, he was content the whole time! They gave him a bath. He ate blueberries, bananas, and tons of roasted red pepper hummus. He slept from 1:10pm-3:30pm, his longest nap ever!! I had pumped both breasts twice the day before (and only got 2.5 ounces of milk) so he had that too. He was not clingy or anything when I got home, he just wanted to nurse a whole bunch.

Then I drove him downtown to get Ash from work and he fell asleep in the car. He slept through the first ten minutes of "Moonrise Kingdom", woke up and pointed at stuff on the screen and made appropriate noises (dog barking, car vrooming, etc) and gave me these smiles that were like "wow mommy, is this magic?" (he is not allowed to watch screens normally) Then he fell back asleep for the rest of the movie. We went home at 11:30pm and though he did wake up, there was no meltdown and he went back to sleep until he woke me a couple hours later to nurse. Could have been a stressful day (and it would have been 2 months ago), but it wasn't!

Today I got home from work to find the toilet brush in the toilet. And it wasn't daddy who put it there! I guess I'm lucky that's ALL I found in the toilet.


Friday, July 6, 2012

Quick Updates

Copying my facebook status updates because I'm lazy:

 "Luca took a couples steps yesterday without holding on to anything. He also fed himself from a bowl with a spoon, said "mama", and drank from a cup without a lid (with hilarious yet surprisingly successful results)! My baby is turning into a toddler."

"AND we got an early birthday present this morning (Museum of Life and Science membership) which I can't wait to enjoy on this over 100 day!! Luca will be 11 months old next week, and he will be going with me to the Eno Festival for the first time, and I will be turning 24. I had pie for breakfast yesterday. LOOK AT THIS BIG LIST OF GOOD THINGS!!"

" He started pointing. He signs "nursies" and "more"."



When he signs "more" he doesn't pinch his fingers together yet. He just hits his hands together twice (for "more" bites, but also when the plate is empty he will sign "more"!). And when he points, he makes these little grunts... like unspecific "oh, that" noises. 

I feel like my herbs aren't working as well lately. I feel more tired. I really wish I had gotten some video of my labor and birth. Or at least more pictures. I may not have any other children and I'd like to remember that day! I also feel really conflicted about the more-children-dilema. I feel like there are REALLY important things one can only learn about life by having siblings. There are ways your heart is opened up by having brothers and/or sisters. But I don't know if I could live through it again... I don't know if my mental health will ever recover from this to the point where I would be confident enough to take the risk of having a hard baby again. And now that Luca's getting older and we can start thinking about doing our favorite things again (like travel, reading, playing shows, ANYTHING THAT REQUIRES TWO HANDS)... I don't want to go back to that baby stage ever again. 

Luca has a fever of 102.9 (or last I measured, before giving him ibuprofen). No other symptoms, just started getting warm Thursday around noon and has been warm since then. I have to work at 8am tomorrow, so I can't hold my poor sick baby all day :(

After working at the home day care... I'm not sure that's what I want to do after all. But that's ok, that's why I wanted to try it! I keep thinking about a job somewhere like the Museum of Life and Science... but I have also been mildly interested in maybe being a counselor/therapist/social worker of some sort. This is mostly inspired by reading "Non-Violent Communication" by Marshall C. Rosenburg. I can't think of any work that could possibly be more important than that. But I am definitely called more and more to the working-outside-of-the-home thing, and Ash is really settling into the stay-at-home parent thing (not right now, obviously, right now we are working about the same number of hours each week). 

My camera is broken so I'm not taking as many pictures lately :( We are going to the Eno Festival on Sunday!! I can't wait to take Luca. I hope he feels better (he seems to be getting better... he had skipped all meals and just nursed until tonight, when he ate his weight in shepherd's pie). I'm missing the "Fever Year" screening downtown outside because I'm home with the sick baby.