No One Deserves to Be Bullied

A great blog post that goes along with my anti-bullying blog from yesterday. Beware you may want a barf bag handy (sex is school bathrooms?!?!).

Originally posted on Emelie’s Voice:

There comes a point in time where sometimes we have to step up and say the things we never want to say. We address topics that make us uncomfortable. We defend those we love and fight on. We pour our hearts out and tell our stories. Along will come that “troll” that has to tear us down. To tell us how wrong we are. Insult everything we stand for. Make excuses and then follows up with heartbreaking words that can never be unseen.

Well, Portia and I had that unfortunate experience. To put everything into context, I am going to discuss it. I wish “trolls” wouldn’t get the attention for this but in order to make sense of it all, I will be brief. I’ll focus more on Emelie but I have words that can pertain to everyone. Not just kids on the spectrum like C or Emelie. And I…

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Sea-Bands Saved My Life!

What is Sea-Band?? “Sea-Band is a knitted elasticated wrist band, which operates by applying pressure on the Nei Kuan acupressure point on each wrist by means of a plastic stud. Because the bands do not use drugs, they do not cause any of the side effects associated with anti-nausea drugs and can be worn on each wrist whenever you feel nauseous. They are suitable for adults and children.” (http://www.sea-band.com)

To start off with, I am NOT a ‘granola’ mom. I vaccinate. I don’t use cloth diapers. I use antipyretics (Tylenol) to bring down fevers. I don’t protest against Enfamil, and my household is not gluten free. Okay…. with that out of the way and now getting back onto the subject of Sea-Bands!!! They are a godsend! I’ve used them for extreme motion sickness— I’m talking on the 10th floor of a cruise ship with 9-12ft waves. I couldn’t move. I wrapped myself into a fetal position on the bed. Closing my eyes just made the nausea 10x worse. I tried to find a focal point in the room and contemplated a helicopter coming in to rescue me and bring me back to solid ground. After several hours of crying and puking and crying and puking I stumbled down to the ship drugstore. On the way down I noticed barf bags lining the stairwell and other green colored passengers stumbling around. I thought I was going to die. I couldn’t fathom going thru another hour of this let alone 7 days! In the drugstore I loaded up on Dramamine, motion sickness generic gel caps, and this weird ‘’ –only because the display was smack dab next to the cash register. I opened up the Sea-Band and put it on my wrist. It only took a sec to figure out how to position it. I grabbed my bag of drugs and potions, and stumbled back upstairs. I laid on the bed for a minute deciding which method to try first. I mean this bracelet was cute and all (not really!) but I needed something DESPERATELY to work NOW. I stood up to go get a glass of water to swallow some Dramamine. Um..something was wrong. I wasn’t feeling nauseous…. not even a tiny bit. I opened the door to the hall and pranced around the hallway— nope, nothing, no nausea. I stared at these bands on my wrists. There’s NO way these could be working, right?? I mean a gray sweatband?? I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t need anything else the next 7 days. I wore those Sea-Bands EVERYWHERE, I didn’t care about the funny tan lines— they weren’t budging. Sea-Bands saved my life. If I hadn’t found them or rather they found me–I am sure I would’ve succumbed to dehydration or gone mad!

If you are suffering from morning sickness, motion sickness, etc. Please give Sea-Bands a try! A University of Pittsburgh Medical Center study using Sea-Bands on post-op patients reduced the incidence of nausea by 2/3rds! Hello? Ah-amazing.

Note: I am not being compensated in any way, shape, or form from Sea-Band. I’m just an extremely grateful, happy fan…er customer! =) Find them on Amazon, on the Sea-Band website, or drugstores/hospitals,etc. Oh and they’re CHEAP— maybe $5-8 depending on where you find them!

Back in Skinny Jeans 6 Hours After Having Baby #3!

Seriously? I mean, really? What is it with the heralding and the parading of new mothers’ bodies and the media-driven unhealthy, unnatural competition to attain a perfect pre-baby body immediately after giving birth??? I’m sick to death of standing in line at the grocery store and seeing the headlines of “Kim Kardashian AMAZING After Baby!”, “Olivia Wilde Back in Skinny Jeans 2 Weeks Post-Partum!”, “Kristen Cavallari in Bikini 4 Weeks After Baby #2!”.

I admire the Duchess of Cambridge showcasing her postpartum ‘bump’ hours after giving birth to the future King of England, but even then I had to cringe—- nylons–dress?? Hours after baby?? It made my skin crawl just thinking about it. The postpartum bleeding, swelling, and everything else that comes along with delivering a 9lb baby??? I hope she went straight home and threw on yoga pants and her husband’s oversized sweatshirt.

The media needs to stop this sick fascination with the bodies of new mothers immediately. The mental state of a new mother is generally pretty fragile especially with the HUGE hormone shifts that take place. Having added pressure to look like the celebs after having babies— is just too much. Not to mention it sets unrealistic expectations on a new mother. Celebrities have nannies to care for the newborn while they run to the gym 3-5x a day, or take a nap, or get a full night of sleep. They have personal trainers, chefs to count calories for them, and many additional luxuries us, non-celeb moms do not have.

We have another generation behind us, it isn’t too late to stop the bombardment of deceptive images being thrown at women. I understand that the media needs to sell magazines but there must be another way to sell them without destroying the self confidence, self esteem of women. Brainstorm other ‘juicy’ gossip that can drive sales. Enough with the ‘body after baby’ headlines. What about a positive spinoff of this? Take a new direction. Take a road less traveled. Be bold. My twin 2yr old daughters thank you.