Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Toys Toys Toys


There was a time when I thought that kids were just fine playing with pots and pans and yogurt containers. That was before I became a mom, of course, and before I started buying every toy that caught my (then) sleep-deprived attention -- sort of a way of "keeping up with the (playdate) Joneses." Soon enough, I found myself living in an apartment overrun with admittedly useless toys, barely able to walk 2 feet before tripping over a yapping mechanical dog or a rolling plastic pig. AAAHHH!!! How to tame this chaos?

And, just in time, I remembered that my now friend, Dr. Teresa Signorelli, a child development specialist, had written a very very useful article on the very same subject. I found it so useful and so inspiring that I actually got rid of a lot of C's toys and went out and bought her a whole new batch of age-appropriate toys. I organized her play space, streamlining it, and compartmentalizing it (sort of) according to the different areas Teresa outlines in her article. Now we have a happier kid (and even happier parents)! A highly recommended read. Here are the links to the article and to her website:
Here's my last thought: since you're going to buy toys for your kid anyway (unless you've lucked into a useful hand-me-down situation), why not be strategic about it, right?


Friday, April 22, 2011

Heimlich Clear Cream Recall

So a couple of weeks ago, I blogged about the most amazing, miraculous, "all natural" cream that got rid of C's eczema in a matter of days. Given that I have used homeopathic remedies before, with much success, for some of C's other typical baby/toddler ailments, I had no problem trusting Heimlich Clear Cream's claim to being "all natural". Now, thanks to an alert reader (thank you, anonymous commenter!), I've found out that I've been duped. Apparently, the distributor has recalled the product because "FDA analysis revealed the presence of up to 0.037% Betamethasone Valerate, a corticosteroid". Argh! It's not so much the presence of the steroid in the cream that pisses me off so much (as .037% is still a much smaller concentration than is found in other steroid creams) but that the company felt the need to deceive an already vulnerable consumer base. So while in practice, I wouldn't mind using the cream again (especially since I didn't have to use much of it), I won't, out of principle. Companies like Heimlich give truly effective holistic products a bad rap, and I have to wonder what else the company is lying about. Perhaps they'll offer some sort of satisfactory explanation, but, in the meantime, if C's eczema rears its ugly head again, I'll give the California Baby Calendula Cream a try. It's cheaper anyway.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

The (P)Leisure of Sleep


C was a dream sleeper for most of her young life until a traumatic trip to the ER/Pediatric ICU when she was 14 months old. Long story short, she was fine, but her awesome sleep habits suffered a major blow. So it was back to co-sleeping until just a couple of weeks ago, with the hubby kicked to the curb (or, rather, the futon), as a queen-sized bed seemed too small for the three of us. But even with just C and me in bed, she was getting up at least 3-4 times a night. It made sense, I guess: if I were tossing and turning or making noises while she was in light sleep, I'd wake her up. So then we tried the "transfer" technique, which involved putting her to sleep next to me and then transferring her to a crib in our room. Didn't work so much. She'd get up hysterical, unable to be calmed down unless I played for her her favorite videos.

Finally, in desperation, I did what I should have done a while ago: ordered the dreaded Ferber book (Solve Your Child's Sleep Problems, by Dr. Richard Ferber, M.D.). Had heard about this crying-it-out method and how magical it is, but for the longest time resisted (due to cowardice on my part, no doubt). But now desperate -- both for C and me, since neither of us was getting good sleep -- I decided that the least I could do was read the book, even if I chose later not to implement. Lo and behold, his words made so much sense.

For C at least, it was all about sleep associations. If C fell asleep next to me and then woke up in the middle of the night and I wasn't there, it's only natural that she wouldn't be able to fall asleep again. He uses the example of a pillow. If we're used to falling asleep with a pillow under our heads and then wake up in the middle of the night without it, we'd need the pillow back under our heads to fall asleep again. Cue analogy to pacifier, boob, bottle, rocking chair, etc. So the trick was to get C to fall asleep on her own in her own crib.

Given that C is a pretty verbal toddler, able to understand in her rudimentary way the concept of give-and-take, I decided to negotiate with her. After setting up her crib to be something fun and pleasant (stuffed animals, comfy blankets, and placing her in the crib with a bunch of stickers, which she happily played with for over an hour), I promised her a balloon and more stickers the next morning if she were to sleep in her crib. Amazingly, she understood, and, as if by magic, she slept through the entire night, waking up only once for some water. And so the pattern continues. After a week or so, we didn't really have to promise her goodies any more. She got it. Her crib was her sleeping place, and she had become accustomed to it. Her sleeping through the night has made a world of difference to C, me, and the hubby (especially the hubby).

Fortunately, I never had to use the cry-it-out method that Ferber advocates, since moving C to her own crib sufficed. But now that I know how important quality sleep is for C, I don't think I'd hesitate to try the Ferber method (despite my usual spinelessness when it comes to C's crying). And, honestly, I think the cry-it-out method sounds a lot more harsh than it actually is, as Ferber never actually suggests that a parent abandon the kid to his crying (and the revised edition even allows for co-sleeping!). In fact, the method provides a wonderfully specific schedule of when and how often to check in on the crying child, which is a far cry from leaving him to cry for hours.

Granted, the method isn't right for everyone, and I would never suggest that it is. (And my pediatrician made it clear to me that the method is not for babies under 4 months old.) You may have philosophical or practical reasons for not wanting to try it, which I totally understand, but if you truly believe that your child is not getting the quality sleep he or she deserves and the only reason you're not trying the method is because you're scared to hear your kid cry (which was definitely the case with me), I'd highly recommend that you at least flip through the Ferber book. Here's the link:


In the meantime, bonne nuit!

Friday, April 8, 2011

"I'm Fat!"

A couple of weeks ago, my then 20-month old daughter looked at my admittedly large and softening belly one evening and said two words that almost stopped my heart: "Umma fat." (For those of you who don't speak Korean, "Umma" is Korean for "mommy"). The comment, coming from a 20-month old, was both hysterical and heartbreaking. Hysterical, because what 20-month old walks around calling people "fat"? Heartbreaking, because I've always been paranoid about conveying my body image issues to C and here she was, repeating words back to me that she had most likely heard from me (as much as I would have loved to blame anyone else: the daycare provider, her babysitter, another mommy...but, alas, no).

Having grown up a "larger" girl (by Asian standards, a "hippo", apparently, which is what I was often called by someone who shall remain unnamed), I've spent most of my life dealing with a twisted relationship with food -- not to mention my body. And I remember sitting around one day with a bunch of women who were all griping about their bodies, getting more and more infuriated that we were falling prey to such a stereotype and such pressure. (Have you ever noticed how when women get together, one or more of them inevitably resorts to talking about her body or her diet? I plead guilty to being that woman on more than one occasion!) I remember wondering if men sat around griping about their bodies the way we were doing at that moment, and, if not, why we women were. At that point, I made a conscious decision never ever to talk about my body again -- at least in a derogatory manner.

Obviously, I've let that resolution slide by the wayside, but now that I have a daughter, I'd like to renew that resolution, especially in light of an article that my friend recently posted on her Facebook wall (thanks, Jen!): http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/42380003/ns/today-today_health/. I of course don't want to sound preachy, but if I can encourage at least one mother to think twice before talking about her body in a negative way in front of her daughter, then this post has done its job.




Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Et tu, M&Ms?


Being preggo, I downed nearly an entire jumbo-sized bag of peanut M&Ms…after which I read this post on huffingtonpost (my source for all things raging liberal and WTH?):

Do food dyes cause ADHD and cancers? I’ve been following the debate, but the bottom line is, who knows? Maybe it’s all the sugar in our kids’ diets? What I do know is that I certainly don’t trust the FDA to look after my or C’s interests. (How is it that the Europeans have gotten us beat on another safety issue yet again?) So I’m going to apply Laurie David’s advice, originally intended for the FDA, and “assum[e] chemicals are dangerous until proven safe”, which is not to say that C won’t be able to enjoy the occasional sprinkle-covered donut. Let’s just say that we’re going to be conscientious consumers of processed products (at least when C starts to eat voluntarily).

Babies in Cabs


Okay, New Yorkers. One thing I’ve seen now a couple of times that just makes me sick to my stomach is a parent without a car seat getting into a cab with a baby strapped onto him/her via Ergo or Baby Bjorn. I know, I get it. It’s a pain in the a** to lug around a car seat, and very often, you don’t plan the cab trip in advance. Maybe the buses aren’t running that day, or the subway station is closed for maintenance or whatever, and so you’re stuck. But before you get into a cab with your baby without a car seat, take a look at the video in this link. If that doesn’t make you think twice about getting into a cab, I honestly don’t know what will.

Update on the Heimlich Clear Cream

So after applying the cream on C’s legs and ear for around a week, all of here eczema patches are gone. Yippee!!! If they dare to resurface, I know now that I have an incredibly effective weapon at my disposal.