This Community Christmas-in-March Story is What We All Need Right Now

You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

This Community Christmas-in-March Story is What We All Need Right Now

I don’t know about you, but I’m at the point where I’m afraid to turn on my computer. I used to pop onto Facebook while having my morning coffee to see what was happening with my friends, but now my news stream is filled with crappy stories that leave me with a pit in my stomach. 

So it was with much delight that I came across this story about a neighbourhood in Homewood, Alabama who came together to bring Christmas cheer and support an elderly man who lives there.  

Warning: The first part of this story may make you stabby, but I promise it has a happy ending. 

Mr. Frank has been living in the neighbourhood for years, and in fact, grew up in his home. And some chicken sh*t of a person decided to leave an anonymous note in Mr. Frank’s mailbox telling him that a group of neighbours is concerned about the appearance of "some homes" on the street and, in turn, their property values. 

It goes on to say they would like him to remove his Christmas decorations and that he should consider cleaning his yard. 

Oh, and that it may be in his best interest to consider selling his home so that the yard can be landscaped properly and the house torn down so a new one can be built that’s better suited to the neighbourhood. 

And guess what? He’s not the only person who received this letter!

I told you it would make you a bit stabby. 

But it turns out there are many people in the neighbourhood who love Mr. Frank so the kids and their parents got together and decided to drag out their Christmas decorations that had been put back in storage to support him and get their point across but in a light-hearted way. 

And if that isn’t amazing enough, the kids of the neighbourhood also wrote Mr. Frank letters letting him know they all love him just the way he is and don’t want him to change a thing. 

I don’t know about you, but that’s a neighbourhood I would love to live in.

Thank you, Homewood community, for spreading Christmas cheer to Mr. Frank and for everyone who gets to share in this story.

And to the Grinch who wrote the letter? Maybe in the future you could offer up and hour or two of your time to help him take down his lights instead of being cowardly and putting an anonymous note in a mailbox. It looks like you’ll be basking in the glow of Christmas lights for a long time to come. 

You can watch the full video below. It pairs well with a peppermint hot chocolate and shortbread cookie. 

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She Looked at Me and Said, “This Room is for Breastfeeding Moms”

We all have more in common than you think

She Looked at Me and Said, “This Room is for Breastfeeding Moms”

You only need to look at any breastfeeding article on the internet and scroll through the comments to understand it’s one of the most contentious, hot button topics for new moms. 

When my first son was born, I, too, wanted to breastfeed. I read every book I could get my hands on, and had a very nice lactation consultant who helped me while I was in the hospital.

At first everything was great. He fed like a dream and we were on a good 2 to 3 hour schedule; he was thriving.

But then he went through his six week growth spurt, and things changed. We went from having a calm baby who slept well to a baby who woke up every 20 minutes, cried constantly, and needed to be carried and jiggled 24 hours a day. When we weren’t walking him around doing the baby jiggle dance he was on my breast.

I felt like something was wrong but everyone told me it was a growth spurt. This was normal. It would end soon. And so we continued on. Carry, jiggle, breast, repeat.

After a week we went to see my doctor. I was exhausted from only sleeping 20-minute intervals and he was still screaming all the time.

She listened to me as I sobbed and told her what was happening and then she lifted him from my arms, put him on the scale, and said, “He’s losing weight.” She asked if I was supplementing (I wasn’t) and then said, “You’re not producing enough breastmilk.”

I know some of you reading this will shake your heads and think that it’s very rare for a mom to not produce enough milk. And it is. Unfortunately, I was one of the unlucky ones it happened to.

You would think at this point I would have been happy to feed him a bottle, but I was so adamant about only breastfeeding that I decided to go the Domperidone (a drug that increases milk production) and pump route.

For six more weeks I took the drug and pumped the moment he finished feeding every time he fed. Yes, he was thriving and now gaining weight but I was still exhausted from trying to keep up with the feed and pump schedule. Maybe other mothers could do it but I couldn’t. And if you did it, I’m incredibly happy for you and in awe. But I was done, the exhaustion too much. So at the three month mark I gave him a bottle.

The following week I went to a local craft show with my now happy and well-fed three-month-old strapped in a Baby Bjorn. I was ecstatic to get out of the house and it was the first time since he was born I felt even remotely well-rested.

We sauntered around the show, him smiling at everyone and me just finally feeling normal. There was a room set aside for breastfeeding moms and I brought him in to feed. I took his bottle from my diaper bag, sat on a chair and smiled at the breastfeeding mom beside me which is when she said, “this room is for breastfeeding moms.”

To this day I still feel sick when I think the hot-faced shame I felt because of her judgment. I wish I could say I told her to mind her own business, or even better, that I sat down and explained how hard I tried, that I really wanted to breastfeed, that it had always been my plan.

But I didn’t. Shocked, I left in a fluster and fed him outside in a hallway sitting on the floor. I cried the entire way home.

I understand her judgment to some extent, because we are all entering this new world of being responsible for another human being for the rest of our lives. It can leave us feeling insecure, and sometimes in order to feel more secure in our own decisions, we need to put down the decisions of others. It’s not right, but it’s human. What makes me sad is that this woman who judged my bottle feeding without knowing the full story probably had more in common with me than not. We were both new moms feeling the excitement, love, and even fearful moments that come with raising a child. We all want what’s best for our babies but the road to raising children is filled with many different forks and just because it’s a fork that wouldn’t work for you and your family doesn’t mean that makes it so for everyone.

I’m sharing this story with you because that baby boy who stopped thriving during his six-week growth spurt is now a lanky teenager who eats me out of house and home. He is athletic, and smart, and, well, thriving.

He also has a brother who is a few years younger and was bottle fed from the start. Postpartum depression kicked me in the ass from the get-go with that little one and we made the decision to go with bottles so I could have back-up. He too is smart, and athletic and thriving.

We all have opinions to share, but the next time you find yourself wanting to open your mouth or type the words that will judge another mom for the choices she is making on how to feed her baby, take a moment to step back and rethink what you’re about to do.  This is just one tiny piece of her puzzle, and we all have more in common than you think.

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