This is not my first blog. It probably won't be my last. Right now, though, I am just hoping it survives past one post. I am a journal-er by nature, I have volumes upon volumes of books filled with teenage angst, drama, stories and just life in general. I have chronicled my journey to motherhood, written on the adoption process of my middle child, and logged brief updates of my youngest child's diagnosis of hydrocephalus, following her through surgery, recovery, and the road back to healthy (as healthy as one can be with a shunt in your brain). A few years back, I started a blog, just for something to do. It seemed like everyone else was doing it. I had random rants about my personal life and whatever happened to come to mind. Then I switched gears a little when I found a blog belonging to a woman who used her Crock Pot for one year, and posted all of her recipes, good and bad. I started posting recipes as I attempted my own versions of meals I found on her site. I think that lasted about a week. Then I tried to "re-vamp" my blog when my daughter was diagnosed, so I could keep a record of everything that happened. I didn't even get past the reintroduction post.
Sometimes I am great at coming up with ideas for writing projects, but not so great at follow-through. I am hoping to change that with this blog. I don't suspect anybody will really be interested in my randomness, but I am feeling the need to write somewhere, and it just seems like common sense to put it here, where I spend a good portion of my day anyway. My poor paper journal is sorely lacking. I can type for an hour or more and not cramp up, but five minutes with a pen and my hand aches.
I guess that's a little blogging background. Now maybe for some personal stuff. I am 30. I have three wonderful daughters; D will be turning 8 in about 2 weeks, T is 7 and S is 20 months, give or take a few days. I live with my common-law husband, and our 4 furry pets, 2 cats and 2 dogs. We definitely have a full house. I am a stay-at-home-mom (SAHM). My husband is a mechanic/supervisor at a local bowling alley. I sell Avon products, but make no money. My main client is my aunt, AL, and then myself. I get some neat things through there, at a discount, which is kinda cool. I'm hoping that once spring finally arrives I'll have the drive to get out and search for more customers and/or build a team of my own. I am slowly working towards my calling, becoming a doula. For anyone who doesn't know what that is, a doula is a woman who supports a mother (and father if they choose) during labor, birth, and postpartum. There are birth doulas, who usually arrive during early labor, and will stay until about 2 hours postpartum, and there are postpartum doulas, who do not arrive until after baby is born, but they will visit a number of times during a postpartum period, a few times a week, maybe a few times a day, depending on what the doula and family have agreed upon. I want to become a birth doula. My original goal was to become a midwife, but I have since decided that I'm not so sure I can handle the formality of a midwife. There is so much more responsibility there. I want to be present for births, but I prefer the support of the mother aspect of the job.
As for my blog title: Part Time Crunchy, I find that I am sometimes a lazy/cheap cruncher. It would be great to go totally organic, green with everything, etc, but sometimes it really is extra work and/or more expensive! I pay more than double for "green" dish soap than regular soap. I am, however, a totally addicted cloth diaper mom. It is hard not to be when there are so many awesome diapers out there! I started out locally, but as I found more and more Facebook groups, of moms who make and sell their own, I started growing and growing my stash! I don't have all the varieties I'd like, there are some larger names I wish I could try, but I'm pretty happy with what I've got. I find that I still buy a couple of diapers here and there, even though I'm thinking my daughter will be ready to potty train soon. I still breastfeed my youngest. I am amazed at how long our nursing relationship has lasted. I almost gave up when she was just a week old. She was having trouble gaining weight and I caved because I felt like I was starving her (her tummy would actually growl with hunger, almost all day long) and I bought a can of formula. My midwife helped me supplement while building up my milk supply, and it wasn't long before we were back to exclusively breastfeeding. Then we spent two days in the hospital because she was having blue spells (moments where she would stop breathing and her lips would actually go blue/purple). She was diagnosed with reflux and given medication. While in the hospital, we were giving her formula, and then we finished off the bottles when we came home. It was also a time for me to get a bit of a break because breast pumps and I don't mix. Since then, we have been back to breastmilk.
I'm starting to feel like I'm just rambling nonsense. I like to write, but sometimes I just don't have anything important to say! Hopefully I will get more interesting as the days go on.
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