Psst, psst: Thoughts on EC so far

Commenting on Kath’s EC post on Baby KERF helped me reflect more on our elimination communication (EC) journey thus far.*  If you like the “journey” metaphor, I will say that, after nine months of this journey, most days it feels like we’re still trying to pull out of the garage.  There have been a few periods where we made it part way down the driveway, maybe even out into the street, but then we remembered we forgot something and had to go back to the house.

While I’m trying to be patient, and understanding, and optimistic, I fall short much of the time.  Despite all my best intentions to be realistic and not set my expectations too high, especially once he started daycare (where they refuse to sit him on his potty), it’s hard.

So, given my experience thus far, what would I do differently?

  • Wait to start EC until baby is about 6 weeks (or more?), instead of from birth, which is when many cultures that have retained this practice start.
    • During those first weeks, you can watch your baby for elimination signals and try to get a sense of his timing and patterns, but, especially if you’re a first-time mom, you’re dealing with enough other [non-literal] shit.
  • As with any other baby-advice/parenting book, don’t expect YOUR child to match the description of “most other children” — you will just be frustrated.
  • Sleep is more important than diaper-free!  Practice EC during the daytime ONLY.  My initial zeal for trying to catch Every.  Single. Pee. probably contributed to some sleeping problems for bébé.
    • Instead of observing The Pause (a la French parents) when he gave a little cry at night or during nap times, we would rush right in, un-diaper him, and set him on the pot.  Not only were these efforts usually unproductive, but they deprived him of the chance to learn to consolidate his sleep and get the rest he needed.

The anecdotes in the EC books bias one toward thinking the practice is easy and straightforward — if you build it, they will come, and all that jazz.

And maybe it works that way for some people, but when it didn’t for us, it just created one more frustration, one more reason to question my parenting decisions and abilities, at a time that was already stressful and fraught with uncertainty, all fueled of course by sleep deprivation and my struggles with PPD.

I really, really like the idea of EC and I really want it to work.  Most of it makes sense to me in theory, but in practice things just don’t fall into place.  Is it because we’re only part time and the daycare situation?  Because we have yet to go “cold turkey” and ditch the diapers, as some suggest?

Either way, I’m not quite ready to give up — maybe we’re just days from a developmental milestone and a big breakthrough, but I think it’s important to share a perspective that differs from that in most EC literature.

*If you’re new to the blog, you can read more about our EC journey in the “Psst, psst” series:

Book review: Bringing up Bébé

A few weeks ago, we heard an NPR interview with Pamela Druckerman, the author of Bringing Up Bébé: One American Mother Discovers the Wisdom of French Parenting.

We liked what we heard, and Matthew and I both requested the book at the [city] library the next day.  However, our positions in the hold queue made me wonder if we’d actually get a chance to read the book before Sir headed off to college.

Fortunately, Matthew also requested the book from the county library, which had many more copies, and we had the book in our hot little hands a few weeks later.  (We’re still waiting in the city library queue.)

Unlike traditional parenting books, Druckerman’s writing is witty and entertaining, part personal tale, part ethnography of French parenting, and part practical ideas to try in your own family.

Like the advice in most baby/parenting books we’ve read, we’ll take some and leave some (notably, leave the negative perception and infrequent practice of  breastfeeding in France).  The book offered reinforcement for many practices we’re already trying to implement.

Things to incorporate (or continue):

  • Waiting — teaching patience; we will respond to your needs, but not always immediately
  • Independent play
  • Introducing a wide variety of [healthy] food
  • Setting clear boundaries and enforcing them firmly and consistently, while giving room to explore and grow within that framework
  • Maintaining our identity as adults, with our own interests and needs

Overall, Bringing Up Bébé left me contemplating a move to France, with its crèches and state-run preschools, approach to introducing food (and the importance they place on good food), and practice of integrating children into the family and society (from infancy), rather than the family’s life revolving around the child.

Hallelujah . . .

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IT IS RISEN!

Could I be any more sacrilegious?  Well, probably, but I’ll refrain.

And in the interest of preserving my immortal soul ;-), I’ll share this Lenten prayer that my wonderful faith community prayed every Sunday during Lent this year (better late than never on the posting).  As with faith-related stuff I’ve shared before, the values and vision reflected here can and should be embraced by all humankind, regardless of faith or belief system.

Prayer During Lent

Blessed God, these are some of the thing that belong to our vision of a healed future…

A world that uses resources only as fast as they can be replaced, so that the wealth of today does not destroy hope for tomorrow.

Leaders who are honest, respectful, and more interested in doing their jobs than in keeping their jobs.

Material sufficiency, health and security for all.

Work that dignifies people and enables all to thrive.  Incentives for people to give of their best to society, and to be rewarded for it.  And at the same time, ways of providing sufficiently for people under any circumstances.

An economy that is a means, not an end, one that serves the wellbeing of the community and the environment, rather than demanding that the community and the environment serve it.

The kind of agriculture that builds soils, uses natural mechanisms to restore nutrients and control pests, and produces abundant, uncontaminated food.

Print and broadcast media that reflect the world’s diversity and, at the same time, bind together the cultures of the world with relevant, accurate, timely, unbiased, and intelligent information.

Reasons for living and thinking well of oneself that do not require the accumulation of material things.

Help each one of us, God, and all of us together to believe in the possibility of such a future, and by loving and by hoping and by working, according to what each of us has to contribute, to help it to come true.

Amen.

Adapted from a prayer by: Center of Concern, Wednesday, July 20, 2011

https://www.coc.org/

T minus two months

The countdown started on Sunday — we now have less than two months until our lease is up.  The good news is that in less than two months, we’ll be living somewhere new, somewhere with a bit more breathing room than we have in our current set-up.  The bad news?

We have less than two months to find somewhere to live.  Which doesn’t sound like a big deal, except that we’ve been looking for eighteen months without finding the right place.  To make for a more relaxed move, I would ideally like to sign a new lease that overlaps with our current lease by at least two weeks, which means we really only have SIX weeks or so to find something.

Two weeks ago we looked at a great 2-bedroom flat: second floor, garage (for our bikes + baby trailer), smoke-free building, good layout, walkable/bikeable location, three blocks from an awesome park, wood floors, nice sun porch, amazingkitchen, and . . . lead paint on the windows (which landlord was unwilling to address).

Unfortunately, lead paint on windows + baby = No Deal.

Yep, I’m still mourning that one (oh, that kitchen) and dispairing that we’ll ever find anything.

It’s not like we’ll be homeless in two months or anything, I’m just worried that we’ll have to compromise on a lot of what we want in an apartment.

We’ve actually started glancing at For Sales, but I think that is a bit belated, and it’s pretty unlikely that we’ll find something that meets our requirements for both a big lot AND a central, walkable/bikeable location.

And so the search continues  . . . .

Other apartment-search posts:

Looking back at Cinque Terre

Despite lots of great potential content, I didn’t write much about our fabulous trip to Europe last spring.*  Over the next couple of weeks, I  will rectify that by sharing snippets from my travel journal in the “Looking back at  . . . ” series.

Cinque Terre, March 30-31, 2011
Wednesday (3/30): On to Cinque Terre.  Due to slow service, we abandoned our plans for delicious looking pizza in La Spezia (at least we hadn’t paid for it yet) in order to catch our train to Cinque Terre.  Given the sub par pizza lunch that we ended up eating in Vernazza, perhaps we should have just waited for the pizza and taken the next train.

After checking into our “hotel” (Albergo Barbara, identical to the B&Bs, but without breakfast), we filled our water bottles and headed out for some hiking.  The high trail from Vernazza to Monterosso was beautiful, and I was glad I pushed through the challenge of the initial climb, which I took at an embarrassingly slow pace (maybe I DID qualify as a person of impaired mobility!).

After a great hike, including some thunder and a bit of rain, we arrived in Monterossa at a proper Italian dinner time, only to find most of the town, including the most interesting looking restaurants, closed.  Turns out many of the restaurants and stores in Cinque Terre were still closed for “low season,” even though all of the lodging establishments were charging “high season” prices.

The day continued to be a food flop, with a dinner that consisted of pasta (the noodles themselves were decent) with the worst pesto we’ve ever had, plus some minestrone that was decent, but was likely a decent variety of canned minestrone.  If the prices reflected the quality of the food, this would have been somewhat less painful, but instead we paid about 20 euros (~$28) for the privilege.

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Thursday: Found a bakery (Il Discovolo) specializing in local products in Manorolo, where we really enjoyed the farinata (chickpea flour savory pastry filled with cheese) and the lightly sweet chesnut bar.  In Riomaggiore, we found a place to buy nice panini ingredients (buffalo mozzarella, sun-dried tomatoes, artichokes, eggplant, and olives) by the kilo, so we loaded up on lunch ingredients and set off on the hike between Manarola and Corniglia.

Another great hike, through terraced vineyards, and overgrown terraces that must have once been vineyards or otherwise farmed.  For dinner, we headed back to the bakery and picked up a savory spinach pastry (similar to spanikopita), plus more panini ingredients, since the restaurants in Cinque Terre left us quite nonplussed.

We also found out that the train strike [that we’d heard rumors of all day] was ON, which put Friday’s travel to Siena in jeopardy . . . .

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