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Is Circumcision Important?

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Most adult men in America are circumcised, but the number of newborns having the operation is falling, now below 50% in some states, intensifying the dilemma for parents and causing a national (and medical) divide.

When Austin and I found out we were having a boy, we just assumed we would circumcise our newborn. It’s normal! It’s routine! Hasta Luego foreskin! Whatever.

The circumcision trend in America began in large part to keep boys from masturbating. 19th century physicians went as far as suggesting the surgery should be done without medication so that a child will associate his genitals with pain. 

In Plain Facts for Young and Old (1882), John Harvey Kellogg writes: “A remedy [for masturbation] which is almost always successful in small boys is circumcision …The operation should be performed by a surgeon without administering an anesthetic, as the pain attending the operation will have a salutary effect upon the mind.”

Today, arguments in favor of circumcision are based on science. Studies in Africa suggest that circumcised heterosexual males are less likely to contract HIV than their non-circumcised counterparts (only if they choose not to wear a condom). Proponents also argue that urinary tract infections are less likely, and that it is necessary for cleanliness.

On the other side of the spectrum, the American Academy of Pediatricians claims the medical data in favor of circumcision “are not sufficient to recommend routine neonatal circumcision,” and most American doctors admit the procedure is not medically necessary.

The controversy extends beyond America as well. This past June, Germany was shaken by a court ruling that circumcision of minors was harmful, and a violation of a child’s rights. In the UK, less than 10% of men are circumcised.

Around these parts, circumcision has historically been as normal as a vaccination. Until recently, doctors simply asked, “When would you like your baby circumcised?” Now it’s a choice, and a strange one at that. Instead of making a choice based on science, the decision is mostly cultural. What if my child looks different than his peers? Will he be made fun of? What if he looks different from me? Will his penis look weird?!?

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In the end, we did not circumcise our newborn. I left it up to Austin and he decided to forgo it, calling the procedure “cosmetic.” 

I don’t regret the choice we made, but I do avoid the discussion with my peers because really, we don’t feel strongly either way. Circumcise, don’t circumcise—your kid will be perfectly fine either way. It’s not something I lose sleep about.

This doesn’t mean I’m not interested the discussion. This topic is so heated and overdramatic in the Internet world that I crave a normal, insightful discussion without eye rolling at the words BABY TORTURE in all caps (relax Internet trolls!).

What about you? Is circumcision important to your family? How did you make the decision?

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Introducing

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Hi there.

I’m going to be brief today only because advertising myself (or anyone else) is always awkward for me. I don’t like to be sold to. It’s why I never attend Mary Kay or tupperware parties. I like Mary Kay and tupperware, but pressure to buy anything in front of an audience makes me feel anxious. I start to sweat and fidget and repress nervous gas like an escaped convict. I need time to think about things before I buy them, and being observed during that process ignites a strange and sudden urge to flee.

Last spring, Austin and I went mattress shopping and by the third store I just sat in the car rocking myself and stress eating stale crackers out of the diaper bag. It was not great.

Anyway.

I make videos. You’ve seen them before of Waylon, but I also do the occasional wedding and birth. It’s fun! And now I’m opening it up to you.

Now offering new baby video keepsakes. You give me the pictures and videos and I do the rest. A great way for remembering this weird and sacred time.

 

Contact me directly for pricing and details.

kate@motleymama.com

Cheers (and happy baby making).

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Dear Friend (Letter For Moms Postpartum)

Last year I wrote this letter to a friend who was about to have a baby. Almost one year later and I find myself in the same position with Carrie, another new mom, ready to bring her first baby into the world. Here are my words for her.

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Dear Friend,

Any moment now you will have a baby. It will hurt, but you’ll survive to tell the story of when your perineum was compromised and you wore hospital underwear the size of Texas. I wouldn’t worry about it. You’ll do great. You’ll rock those mesh panties.

Eventually you will come home, which is where the story really begins. Right away your apartment will look different, like a relic of a past life. You will look around at all your things and wonder why it feels like ten years since you were a normal person. You might panic, it’s okay to panic.

We’ve talked a lot about birth. We’ve talked about labor and delivery and how gross and weird and beautiful it is. We’ve talked about c-sections and if that happens how you’ll just get a tattoo on the scar and make it a memoir. What we haven’t really talked about is newborns, those squirmy little meatballs who think 3AM is a great time to scream and kick and demand milk you may not be producing yet.

What’s strange is that those late night hours are often the most calm. You’re sleep deprived but you’re also love drunk and in survival mode. Nights are hard, but it’s often the days that are worse. The wave that hits you at 2:30 on a Friday afternoon when you realize life is really different now, that you haven’t slept well in months, and you can’t just go see a movie tonight.

You and I are the same in a lot of ways. We like to say yes; yes come over, yes I’ll go out, yes let’s plan a trip, yes let’s do something. We like to get out of the house, we like to show people what we are capable of. I will never give you unsolicited parenting advice, but I will give you postpartum advice which is simply this: slow down. Take a month off to rest, recuperate, and get to know your baby. Let others help you but don’t feel guilty when you need time alone to sit with your top off and let your nipples breathe. Absolutely get out of the house, but only on your terms. Make someone else carry the car-seat.

It won’t be long before you’ll be sitting by the light of your Christmas tree holding a gift Santa could only dream of. My heart swells to think of it. What an adventure, what a site. It’s holy ground.

I believe in you. I believe in your strength, your selfless spirit, your perseverance. I believe in your new mom heart.

You got this.

Love always,

Kate

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Books To Read While Your Perineum Is On The Fritz

Around these parts, being in your late twenties means less bridal showers and more baby showers. It means trading giggles about the honeymoon with talk about baby blues and postpartum pooing.

These days, it’s all about the kids.

As an avid reader and recent mom, I’m often asked what books I’d suggest to new mothers. The truth is I didn’t read a lot of parenting books. I started many but only finished a few, namely the ones that didn’t gloss over the hard stuff. The rest of the time I read coming of age memoirs and end of the world fantasy thrillers. You know, to keep my mind off the fact that I was now in charge of another human.

I did end up reading some great family themed books, though. Stories about the love and tribulation that comes along with parenthood.

Here is my list of great new-mom reads. Most revolve around parenting, a few do not.  I assure you non-moms will enjoy them as well.

Full disclosure: When I first wrote this post I titled it the “New Mom Reading Guide.” I even made a fancy header.

 

 

But then after staring at it for a while, I realized being a “new mom” has nothing to do with storks and pastels. It’s more about sleep survival, hemorrhoids, and a very sad postpartum perineum. Might as well call it like it is.

Happy reading. Happy healing.

 

 

“Until it happened to us, I didn’t understand that having a baby would feel like falling in love on a bad acid trip. With an alarm clock–a pooping alarm clock. I wasn’t prepared to lie awake by the sleeping babe, my heart pounding audibly and so swollen with passion that I could barely breathe. I hadn’t realized that my mind would scan constantly for disaster, like a metal detector casting around for the big stuff and turning up endless bottle caps. What is that? Pneumonia? A brain aneurism? Woops, ok, no, just a little cold.” (On Amazon)

“Last night I decided that it is totally nuts to believe in Christ, that it is every bit as crazy as being a Scientologist or a Jehovah’s Witness. Then something truly amazing happened. A man from church showed up at our front door, smiling and waving to me and Sam, and I went to let him in. He is… named Gordon, fiftyish, married to our associate pastor, and after exchanging pleasantries he said, ‘Margaret and I wanted to do something for you and the baby. So what I want to ask is, what if a fairy appeared on your doorstep and said that he or she would do any favor for you at all, anything you wanted around the house that you felt too exhausted to do by yourself and too ashamed to ask anyone else to help you with?”

‘I can’t even say,’ I said. ‘It’s too horrible.’

“But he finally convinced me to tell him, and I said it would be to clean the bathroom, and he ended up spending an hour scrubbing the bathtub and toilet and sink. I sat on the couch while he worked, watching TV, feeling vaguely guilty and nursing Sam to sleep. But it made me feel sure of Christ again, of that kind of love. This, a man scrubbing a new mother’s bathtub, is what Jesus means to me. As Bill Rankin, my priest friend, once said, spare me the earnest Christians.” (On Amazon)

“Unlike Western parents, reminding my child of Lord Voldemort didn’t bother me.” (On Amazon)

“I was a wonderful parent before I had children.” (On Amazon)

“I know how syrupy this sounds, how dull, provincial, and possibly whitewashed, but what can I do? Happy childhoods happen.” (On Amazon)

“This is a story about a terrible thing which happens to me. I have to warn you that nobody is bad or good here, or rather everyone is a bit bad and a bit good and the bad and the good molecules get mixed up against each other and produce terrible chemical reactions.” (On Amazon)

“They did a lot of cleaning in their house, which I considered to be a sign of immoral parenting. The job of parents, as I saw it, was to watch television and step into a child’s life only when absolutely necessary, like in the event of a tornado or a potential kidnapping.” (On Amazon)

“We laughed about all the kids who believed in the Santa Clause myth and got nothing but a bunch of cheap plastic toys. ‘Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten,’ Dad said, ‘ you’ll still have your stars.” (On Amazon)

“Most people go through their whole lives,” John went on, “and never have one miracle happen to them. You’ve had dozens and dozens, and you still want more! It’s like God gives you a brownie, I mean a really good brownie, but you can’t be content with it. You want the whole pan of brownies. Nobody gets that.”  (On Amazon)

“I do want to get married. It’s a nice idea. Though I think husbands are like tattoos–you should wait until you come across something you want on your body for the rest of your life instead of just wandering into a tattoo parlor on some idle Sunday and saying, ‘I feel like I should have one of these suckers by now. I’ll take a thorny rose and a “MOM” anchor, please. No, not that one–the big one.” (On Amazon)

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If you ended up here because you are going to a baby shower and you thought you’d get her a book, here’s my advice: buy her the first two parenting memoirs, a giant tube of lanolin, and a box of dark chocolate. You’ll be golden.

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5 Tips For Surviving That First Post Labor Poo

We’ve talked about a lot of things here on the blog. We’ve talked about marriage and sex, breastfeeding and hemorrhoids, mornings and morning sickness. The funny part is that out of all of it, the thing you bring up most is the first post labor poo. Those posts are the most popular and almost every reader I meet brings it up within the first 5 minutes. You either thank me for talking about it (you’re welcome) or tell me I’ve scared you into never, ever having children (you’re welcome). It’s awesome.

Recently it’s come to my attention that despite talking about it multiple times, I’ve never actually talked about how to deal with that first post partum poo. I wish so desperately that someone would have warned me about that sucker. I wish even more that someone would have told me what to do to make it less painful.

I have talked to some of you who never had to deal with a difficult first post labor poo. For some reason or another, you were blessed with amazing bowels or a body that takes labor and delivery like a champ. My sincerest congratulations. You have dodged the bullet of all bullets. Now go sit in the corner and be quiet.

Two days after I came home from the birthing center with my new baby boy, I knew I couldn’t avoid it any longer. It had been 6 days since anything had passed through my system and it was time. I waited until the baby fell asleep and quietly slipped into the bathroom. Austin wasn’t home so I gave myself a little mirror pep talk and took a few deep breaths. It was go time. Literally.

Exactly ten seconds later I was crying and bracing myself against the wall. Two minutes later I was on the phone with the OBGYN asking if it was possible for my vagina to fall out while trying to have a BM.  The nurse was very kind and assured me I just needed to relax and maybe take a stool softener. A stool softener? Lady, I’ve taken 7. I hung up.

After a few more minutes of trying, bleeding, and quiet screams, the cause of all this angst started to cry from the other room. Panic washed over me as I realized I was really in no position to get up. I was in the middle of anal Armageddon for Pete’s sake. I waited a few minutes hoping he would fall back asleep, but his cries only escalated. I tried calling Baby Daddy who was painting a house a few miles away but he didn’t answer. I cursed him. I cursed him for not having to do any of the hard parts; labor, delivery, twelve stitches, and now this.

Finally I just faced the fact that this was happening. I picked myself up, waddled out to the baby, returned with him attached to my breast, and the experienced the worst 15 minutes of my life. Really. It was the worst.

A year later and this memory is the single largest barrier between me and baby number two. In retrospect, I should have done things a little differently but I didn’t know any better.

Save yourself.

Here are my five tips for surviving that first post labor poo:

1) Get medicated. IB profin, tucks pads, cooling creams, stool softeners, wine. Do it. Do it all.

2) Apply counter pressure. It was only after my first post labor poo that a friend told me to apply counter pressure. It was in a facebook message and I immediately started crying. Yes! Of course! Applying counter pressure in the front with a frozen pad makes it much easier to go in the back without worrying about anything ripping or falling out. (Tip: Soak a pamper and then put it in the freezer. Take out when you’re ready to use the bathroom).

3) Don’t do it alone. Wait until someone else is around before attempting the first labor poo. Moral support plus you won’t have to risk bringing the baby into a war zone.

4) Avoid cheese and anything else that will make your stool hard enough to cut glass. Fruit and veggies are your friend. Prune juice too if you can stomach it, though I’m pretty sure prune juice contains no prunes. Just dirty feet and garbage. Gross.

5) Go to the doctor if it doesn’t get better. Not to freak you non moms out, but my post labor poos didn’t get any easier. In fact, I shit glass for 6 weeks straight before I finally went to the doctor. As it turns out, I had nasty anal fissures as a result of a difficult delivery. Swallow your pride. If it still hurts after a week or so, you might need a prescription to poo in peace.

Now that you have all the secrets, I should probably tell you that no matter what–it’s still going to be uncomfortable. That whole situation in general is uncomfortable. Be gentle, be safe, and avoid anything that is going to put stress on your body. Two weeks after I had Waylon, we moved and I regretted it for days afterward. My body suffered, especially that part of my body.

What about you? Do you have any tips on post labor pooing? I know it’s awkward for some of you to talk about it. Take heart in the fact that I don’t feel awkward. In fact, I think talking about poop is a complete gas (joke!). Also, if you ever need to feel less awkward about it, think about Paris Hilton pooping because she totally does it too! Everybody poops and almost every mom has survived a post labor poo. It’s a rite of passage. One that still leaves me with shivers up my spine.

Good luck.

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