This photo of me trying to dry my hair following a lousy shower in the NICU stepdown unit, while simultaneously attempting to nurse a glowing newborn is from 2015. I delivered my son at freestanding birth center and was cleared to go home with him the same day. I was really enamored of the perfection of this tiny person. Indeed, he was so perfect in my eyes that I didn’t notice when he started to look like an extra from the 1971 Willy Wonka set. They sure noticed at his 5 day visit to the pediatrician though. The doctor had my son preadmitted to the NICU and we headed over there for some phototherapy. His bilirubin counts were extremely high and we were in the NICU and the NICU stepdown for a few days. The whole thing was a traumatic blur. For some reason, one of the only clear memories I have from those days in the hospital is my mom sending a huge thermos of homemade potato soup. My appetite was suppressed from the anxiety of being in the hospital but I took a courtesy sip of the soup. In that moment, I thought it was the absolute best thing I had ever tasted. It was warming and comforting on both a physical and emotional level. I ended up finishing the whole thermos and feeling more comfortable than I had in days. Three years later, when I brought my daughter home for the first time, my mom was waiting in my kitchen with a pot of that same potato soup on the stove. This week I read The New York Times’ article How Food Traditions Nourish New Moms and I was transported right back to that first sip of potato soup. I highly recommend popping over to read it.
Since I’m already talking about food, nutritionist Jennifer Anderson of Kids Eat In Color shared a wonderful post this week on her Instagram about feeding kids while dealing with overwhelm. It’s one of many seriously helpful posts on her feed.
Looking for an engaging virtual activity to participate in with your kids? Mark your calendars for Saturday, March 13 at 3:00pm EST for the book launch event of Don’t Call Me Fuzzybutt! Author Robin Newman will share her new book and answer questions. And if your kids are anything like mine, after a year of quarantining together it might not be a bad idea to get a little refresher on not name-calling.
Have a wonderful weekend!