Blogging 101: Is honesty the best policy?

Today’s Blogging101 assignment is to publish a post based on the following Daily Prompt:

You’ve come into possession of one vial of truth serum. Who would you give it to (with the person’s consent, of course) — and what questions would you ask?

If I had a vial of truth serum, I’m not sure I would want to use it. The general assumption is that the truth is good, lying is bad, but honesty isn’t always the best policy.

We lie to our children all the time to maintain the innocence of youth and the magic of fairy tales. We lie to our family and friends to conceal surprises – parties, presents, big announcements. We lie to people to protect them, knowing that confirming their fear that their latest hair cut was a really bad idea is going to be counter productive. Little white lies can save feelings and marriages – I do not want to know if my husband thinks I look fat in an outfit. He way well think it, but if I know without doubt that he is thinking it, then I’m just going to feel bad. And there are no winners in that case. Having said that, I would like to know if he genuinely sleeps through our daughter’s cries or just fakes it so he doesn’t have to get out of bed.

To ask someone to use truth serum tells them that you don’t trust them. If they are always honest, they will be upset that you doubt them. If they are not always honest, and you find out the truth by using the serum, then you will never be able to trust them in the future. Either way, your relationship will never be the same, so you wouldn’t be able to use the vial on someone that you care about.

Of course, truth serum could be used to find out the answers to some of the big unanswered mysteries and prove conspiracies. But isn’t part of the intrigue not quite knowing? The unknown can lead us to a lot more possibilities than the confirmed truth.

Breastfeeding: Doing My Best

Thursday’s Blogging101 task was to write a post inspired by another blogger. Ok so I’m a few days late but I was inspired by It’s not broken, it’s a jigsaw’s post about breastfeeding and decided to share my own experiences. It’s a topic I’ve been meaning to blog about for a while.

Breastfeeding has been a lot different second time round. A lot harder, but a lot more enjoyable and rewarding.

With my first baby, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to breastfeed but I thought I should at least give it a go. Izzy was drowsy from the drugs so she didn’t show any interest in feeding the first day, and didn’t feed much for the next few days. I think I have forgotten much of our breastfeeding journey due to the haze of sleepless nights, but I don’t recall any major issues aside from the occasional sore nipple. But I never fed in public, instead expressing and taking bottles of milk out with me. Even in the house I would go into a different room if we had visitors. I enjoyed the closeness and the bonding, but it was a stage that I wished away and I was pleased when it ended. We introduced formula after 2-3 months (mainly due to the amount I was having to express if I wanted to leave the house) and stopped altogether at 5 months.

With my second, she rooted around for a nipple very soon after being born and for the first few feeds I thought I had a natural on my hands. But then the pain started. She was latched on properly (the midwife and health visitor both checked) but my nipples were raw. Every time I went to feed her I would feel a sense of dread and tense up, anticipating the toe curling pain, trying to hold back the tears. Sometimes I would bite down on a muslin cloth until she had latched on and the pain would ease a little. Being on call 24/7 for feeding meant I was exhausted too. Despite the set back, I felt more confident this time round. More confident to ask for help. I got advice on different feeding positions which helped (as she wasn’t constantly rubbing on the same sore bit of nipple), and persevered.

Two weeks of painful, cracked and bleeding nipples and then I had mastitis. Complete with the aches and flu-like symptoms. It was the closest I came to stopping breastfeeding, but I’m so glad I didn’t. Things got so much better after that. Everything settled down and feeding became not only comfortable but enjoyable. The special bonding time, the closeness and skin to skin contact.

Four months in and we are still exclusively breastfeeding. Of course, there are still some challenges, but after the pain of the first few weeks I can live with sometimes swollen and leaky boobs.

The biggest difference this time round though, is that when Clara was just one week old I fed her while we were in Nandos. And my confidence for feeding in public has grown and grown. I no longer hide in another room when we have visitors or take a bottle out with me, I feed her whenever and wherever is needed, with pride instead of reluctance.

It’s been a difficult journey, but very worthwhile and I hope it continues for at least a couple more months. It may be natural, but breastfeeding can take its toll, physically and emotionally. However, seeing her grow and thrive and knowing that it is all down to me? You can’t beat that feeling.

“Repeat after me…”

Izzy has been playing with Clara a lot lately, ‘reading’ to her (repeating stories she has memorised word for word), singing to her and trying to teach her to talk.

Clara has really found her voice, so will stare at Izzy and ‘goo’ and ‘gaa’, while Izzy leans in close and very slowly and deliberatly pronounces words that she wants her little sister to repeat.

This morning it was “Cin-der-ell-aaaa”.
A bit advanced for a four month old, but cute to observe the bemused look on Clara’s face.

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Clara has finally managed to roll right onto her front last week, after weeks of rolling from side to side on her back like a frustrated tortoise. She rolls onto her front then promptly falls asleep with her thumb in her mouth. She has also become much more aware of her arms and hands, reaching out for toys and faces and grabbing at our hands.

Swimming lessons with a 3 year old

Taking a three year old to a swimming lesson is like taking a Chihuahua to a dog show.

“Go on, through the hoop.”
“Get the ball, go go go!”
“STOP drinking the water!”

I find myself repeating instructions and shouting encouragement with high pitched urgency, wildly waving my arms around. I spend the next 30 minutes trying to bribe Izzy with promises of a Freddo while being completely ignored in favour of a chewed up float that I think at one time was shaped like a teddy bear. Then we spend more time in the changing room than we did in the pool, while she runs around shaking her naked bottom at fellow swimmers.

And that is how I spend a relaxing Friday afternoon.

My currant bun

Izzy was very excited when she left school today, a welcome change after yesterday.

The highlight of her day was that she had been chosen to be one of the currant buns. She stood in the middle of a circle of children while they sang ‘Five currant buns in a baker’s shop’.

The other children then took it in turns to ‘pick’ one of the buns from the shop.

“Mammy, mammy… my boyfriend picked me. Because he loves me.” Said our beaming 3 year old.

It is amazing what is important and exciting to a child.

Monster problems for a 3 year old

Izzy was quite down when I collected her from preschool today. At first she was playing on the fact that she had scraped her knee while running around. But then she confessed what was bothering her much more than the graze on her leg.

She had been trying to play princesses with the other girls, but they all started to say that Izzy was a monster and were running away from her. She didn’t seem overly convinced by my reasoning that they were just trying to play a game with her, and tomorrow everything will be fine and back to normal. However, it does seem to explain why she seems much happier playing with the boys.

Even at 3 years old she is experiencing the playground cliques. Hopefully it won’t knock her confidence too much, as she does really love preschool and seems to have lots of friends – most of the time. I’m sure it will all be forgotten about tomorrow.

Blogging 101: Say your name

Today’s assignment is to edit your blog’s title and tag line.

I picked the title of my blog – Kizzy and Izzy – because my Husband often calls me Kizzy, and our daughter Isabel, Izzy. It’s personal to me as initially the focus of the blog was about me being a mum to Izzy, but it doesn’t really tell people what my blog is about. Especially now Clara is here too.

So I have changed the title to ‘Kizzy, Izzy and Baby’. Any feedback or other suggestions are welcome!

The tag line is an opportunity to give readers an idea of what my blog is about. I didn’t have one before so I have now added one: making memories of motherhood. This sums up that the main aim of my blog is to record things that happen in my family and explore parenting ideas and advice. As my blog develops and I broaden the topics I write about I can change the title and tag line to reflect that.

Assignment 2: check!