Stakes in the Ground

February 1st, 2013

stakeWhen our first baby was born almost 13 years ago, we began the practice of co-sleeping (sleeping with baby right next to me so he could nurse through the night easily).  He was a very high-maintenance baby, so this seemed to be the best way to meet his needs and to ‘survive.’  With our next four children, I continued co-sleeping, and became committed to it as a great way to nurture babies.  But, I hit numerous challenges in the process.  For example, my babies nursed around the clock – at least every two hours – for the entire first year.  Yes, I could fall asleep as soon as I latched baby on, but interrupted sleep meant shallow sleep, so sleep deprivation was a way of life.  Then, at around 9 months – 1 year, each child would start to pick up the nursing schedule even more, until I finally would hit the end of my rope around 15 months, and we would move baby to a crib and stop nursing during the night.  This was especially hard the first time around, because I was so committed to co-sleeping, so I felt guilty.

Baby #6 was born in early October 2012 for us, and he has been a peaceful, wonderful guy.  Two of our babies have been high maintenance, but this baby certainly isn’t.  Still, when he was around two or three weeks old, I found myself watching the clock through the night and was overwhelmed that he was nursing every 45 minutes.  Yikes!  Struggling with sleep deprivation yet again, I cried out to the Lord the next morning, asking Him, “Please show me if there’s something we need to do differently.”  But how many times had I prayed that over the years?

Within the next three hours after praying, I ended up having three different conversations.  The first was with my friend who suggested that our baby was just enjoying frequent nursing because it was a habit we’d set up.  Why not nurse all the time, when it was available?  He slept near me and could smell the milk.  OK.  I didn’t really want to hear that – didn’t want it to be the answer, due to my strong opinions – but I was letting it in.  Next, I had a conversation with another friend.  She started like I did, with a high maintenance baby.  Co-sleeping helped her to meet her baby girl’s needs and also get some sleep.  But when her son was born, her toddler girl (still in their bed) had a throwing up virus.  Yikes!  So, my friend placed their new baby boy in a crib in a nearby room so he wouldn’t catch the virus.  It ended up that he was different than his sister, and slept soundly in the crib.  On top of that, my friend found that she was actually more rested, because though she had to get up in the night and nurse her son, the stretches between nursing were longer, so she was able to get deeper sleep.  Hmm, very interesting.

Next, I spoke with my husband on the phone.  This was actually the first time I brought anything up to him about the sleep situation with our new son.  For all he knew, things were going fine – he didn’t know that our son had picked up the nursing schedule and that I’d hit a wall.  During our conversation, I shared with him how things had gotten tough, how I’d prayed just a few hours prior, and the two conversations I’d had with friends.  He was blown away.  That morning, he heard from the Lord that we needed to change the way we did nighttime with our son.  He heard that we had ‘set up a habit.’  Woah!  That was all I needed to hear.  The Lord had given me a confirmation – even before I had prayed!  Over all these years, the Lord confirmed the same message – on the very same day – that was spoken through friends, and confirmed through my husband.  I felt so cared for and loved.

We set the crib up in our master bedroom that night, in a reading area to the side.  Without any crying whatsoever, our easy little guy allowed me to nurse him and lay him down.  The first night, the longest stretch was a few hours.  Over the following nights, it gradually lengthened, and now his long stretch is usually five or six hours!  What a blessing to sleep deeply, and have more energy during the day for the tasks before me.

I’ve thought a lot about how I’ve prayed in the past concerning this issue, but did not seem to hear an answer.  I believe that the Lord’s words were available, but my ears weren’t open.  I’ve been one to be passionate on many topics, particularly when it comes to nurturing babies.  My strong opinions meant that I automatically shut out anything that didn’t line up with ‘my way.’  This recent answer to prayer has been another humbling – teaching me what a dumb sheep I am (ha!).  What do I know??  My wisdom doesn’t get me very far.

Perhaps the Lord’s hand was on my co-sleeping with my first son – because that’s what that baby & I needed for that season – but that didn’t mean I needed to shove a stake in the ground and decide it was always the right way.  In the Lord’s gentle way, He is teaching me (once again) to always rely on Him.  Always surrender.  Always turn.  Moment by moment.  Hold on loosely to my stakes and be willing to let them come free.

~ Rebecca

Naming Noah John

October 8th, 2012

Noah and Big Brother EzraOn Wednesday, October 3rd at 3:14 PM, our Noah John was born. The plan was for Mark to share what his name would be after he was born, but we had a funny thing happen earlier in the week that changed that! People kept asking me what the name would be, and I kept telling them I didn’t know – Mark would decide. Mark and I have been joking for a while that the birth would be like when Elizabeth had Jesus’ cousin and Zechariah, the father, asked for a writing tablet and wrote his name after his birth.

In the past, I’d come up with names, and Mark would let me know if he didn’t like something. But he didn’t typically come up with ideas for names, so one of the names I’d brainstormed would be what we went with. Based on that pattern, I’d been pondering names for many months. For most of the pregnancy, the name Levi was at the top of my list. But as time went on, I felt in my spirit that he was really Noah, which means “rest.” About the time that transition happened, Mark communicated a new kind of leading in choosing our son’s name, which was certainly welcome to me. Mark wanted to take some time to figure out what the name should be. In an email, I forwarded my ‘list,’ comprised of about a dozen names and meanings for him to take into consideration. Some of my favorite middle names were Shiloh, meaning “tranquil, peaceful” and Jeremiah, meaning “God will set free.”

In general, the birth of our children have been good experiences, though never easy for me. Throughout Noah’s pregnancy, if I started thinking about the birth and the pain involved, I would simply push the thought away. But, about a month before his birth, the Lord poured out a special peace and expectancy over me that was clearly supernatural. When thoughts of birth came up, there was nothing to push away – there was just peace.

Unbeknownst to me, Mark didn’t want to be influenced by my list, but rather he just wanted to hear from the Lord what the name should be. When looking over names that had to do with peace or rest, Mark felt his name was to be Noah.. Looking up names that had to do with ‘grace’ – with the idea of resting in the Lord’s grace – Mark felt that the middle name should be John. We’ve always tried to avoid common names, however, since our last name is very common. Mark felt sure that I wouldn’t be happy about going with ‘John.’

Sunday, Mark mentioned that he knew what the name would be, but he wasn’t sure I’d be pleased with the middle name because it is common. I immediately heard from the Lord, ‘John.’ This name had never been one we considered in the past, but I did remember reading the meaning of it before and thinking how great the meaning was.

Monday night after Mark returned home from the church men’s meeting, he mentioned a friend joking that the baby should be named “Steven Mark” (because the friend’s name is Steve : ) I joked with Mark and said, “or Mark John.” Now I knew the name “Mark” was not a consideration in Mark’s mind, but I was feeling playful and wanted to see his reaction regarding the middle name. He was really taken aback and asked how I knew. He kept laughing and couldn’t get over how cool it was that the Lord spoke the same name to me. So he shared then that the first name would be Noah, which I was thrilled with – and I was of course thrilled with “John” as well. Though it’s common, how could I not be pleased with a name the Lord led Mark to, which is the name of a disciple Jesus dearly loved, as well as his cousin John the Baptist who lived and died so passionately for him.

It occurred to us at the end of our conversation that the name that Zechariah wrote on his writing tablet was “John!” How neat that our little joking comments regarding Zechariah actually tied in to this middle name that the Lord gave us for our sweet new baby. So, we pray that our Noah John will rest in the Lord – rest in His grace.

~ Rebecca

Miscarriage – A Silent Loss

January 11th, 2012
Miscarriage Memorial

Mark and the boys fashioned this simple memorial

 

Between our second and third sons, in the spring of 2004, we experienced our first miscarriage.  The emotional pain – and the length of that mourning – caught me by surprise.  I knew, through friends, that miscarriage was hard.  But of course there’s nothing like going through something yourself to truly bring it from your head to your heart.    

Once again we find ourselves in a season of hardship, having gone through three miscarriages starting in July 2011.  Mark and I have had several conversations throughout this time, and we desire to communicate from our heart on this issue that touches so many.  One thing that comes to mind is how miscarriage underscores how precious the gift of children is.  Pain and loss emphasize the fragility of life and help us to experience gratitude.    

Another thing I’ve longed to communicate is quite raw, so forgive me if this is awkward.  Of my four miscarriages, three have been quite early, so that the physical experience wasn’t very different from a regular cycle.  One occurred a bit later, at 8 weeks.  The day after the miscarriage began, Mark and I had a date night scheduled.  I decided to go forward with that, thinking that a night away may be helpful.  As it turned out, the miscarriage really ‘kicked in’ and as I sat in the movie theater, I could feel something passing through me.  It was a strange, surreal time as I stood in the bathroom stall afterward, trying to process what to do.  I was clueless about the reality of a later miscarriage (and 8 weeks is still quite early), so I was caught off-guard.  After all, the ultrasound tech said there was no longer any sac, yet here it was.  The medical world may simply deem this as ‘tissue’ to be discarded, but my heart told me to gently wrap this little one that we mourned so that we could have a time of memorial together.  When I came out, I was in a numb emotional place and shared with Mark what had happened.  He cried and hugged me, and we headed home.     

We were able to place our itty bitty baby in a little box and have a memorial in the backyard as a family.  We each shared the things we mourned about this baby.  The children shared their hearts that they were sad to not get to hold this baby, to not watch this baby grow up.  We were able to express the reality that we would meet the baby one day in heaven, and how exciting that would be.  It was a sweet, healing time that I’m thankful for.    

Shortly after that miscarriage, my neighbor experienced a miscarriage at 11 weeks and we spoke on the phone.  She hadn’t started bleeding yet, and I shared with her my experience to give her an idea of what to expect.  She was able to avoid the medication often prescribed to ‘hurry things along’ and was able to avoid a D & C.  Later, she shared how glad she was that we got to talk.  She was able to pass the baby naturally and was able to see her little one – perfect little nose, ears, mouth – the sweet reality of this person she was carrying.  She expressed that seeing her baby actually helped to bring closure and was healthy for her emotional healing.  Without expecting what would naturally occur, she may have chosen a different route which would have emotionally separated her from the physical experience and would have left her in a numb emotional place.    

After speaking with her, I felt anger regarding how miscarriage is dealt with in our society.  This silent, painful process is often treated in such a dry, medical manner, so that women are left in an emotionally numb state – unable to walk through the mourning process in a healthy way.  I encourage us, especially as women, to share our experiences with one another and to embrace the grieving that is very real regarding losing a child – whether through miscarriage, stillbirth, or a child that was born, lived, and then passed.  Ignorant words can be spoken, resulting in mothers feeling frustrated and hurt.  A future baby cannot replace the baby that was lost.  Minimizing the reality of a baby (for example, with a very early miscarriage) does not minimize the pain, but rather leaves mothers feeling invalidated.    

There were a couple of books that were uplifting to me through these miscarriages.  While they are not specifically on miscarriage, they were very timely.  One is “One Thousand Gifts” by Ann Voskamp.  This beautifully written book (truly – a piece of art) expresses how to experience joy in life amidst the raw pain that we are sure to walk through.  It’s a real life-changer, whether your pain is monumental or whether your pain is regarding the dullness of life – dishes, diapers and all.  Another wonderful piece of encouragement is “Heaven is for Real” by Todd Burpo.  This amazing non-fiction captures a four year old’s experience with heaven that occurred when he died during an operation.  One aspect of it included his meeting his miscarried sister, whom he’d never been told about.  He shared impossible-to-know details regarding her and many other things.  We know that we will meet our miscarried children in heaven, and this book was a beautiful reminder of that fact.  It was healing not only for me as a mother, but also for my two oldest sons who read it.    

My hope in sharing our experience is simply that by bringing it to light, it will be an encouragement to some of you who have walked this same journey.  Our culture is often silent and confused regarding miscarriage.  Mark pondered this after a conversation with a customer over the register, as tears came to her eyes over her recent miscarriage.  Sometimes it helps just to know that you’re not alone in your pain, and that your pain is certainly very real.    

~ Rebecca 

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We received a response which brought to light how the section of this post regarding medical procedures may be taken wrong.  I’d like to post part of my response here, because it is definitely not my desire to judge.  I deeply apologize for not wording the post better.  “My perspective was coming from seeing friends who were hurt because they only knew of one option – going with the medication or D & C – and often having the process handled in such a way that they were emotionally wounded by it (for instance, not being allowed to have their baby to bury – because it’s ‘just tissue’).  My hope was to offer the other side to bring awareness to it, but not because the medical process is wrong or unnecessary.  My goal was to share my experience and that of my neighbor, because it was a huge ‘a – ha’ for me and for her.  We had no idea about how it helped toward our healing to see the reality of that tiny baby until it happened to us.  Please forgive me for not spelling that out clearly.  I have no judgment whatsoever for anyone who has made different choices in how to walk through their miscarriage.  It’s a personal decision, and there is no right or wrong in it.  I feel sad for women who make a choice because they believe it’s the only one – and that course of action ends up hurting them.”

Hearing from Him

November 22nd, 2011

In a recent newsletter, we included a personal story related to how we moved from San Diego to Houston. We were surprised by the interest, and have decided to follow up with another “God story.”  This is one that is close to my (Rebecca’s) heart, and occurred in the summer of 2010.

Though I gave my life to Jesus as a teenager, the ‘box’ that I put God in was a pretty conservative one, influenced by my rational culture and church background.  God didn’t personally converse with people… that was something He did in the Bible, but not anymore.  People who talked like that were making it up.  Surely they must be, because I loved the Lord, and I didn’t hear from Him!  Perhaps the box that I put Him in is what built walls up for me, so that my ears were closed.  Slowly over the years, I’m thankful that the wall is coming down.  A little taste of experiencing the Lord, and I know I want more intimacy with Him.  This story is about one step in my journey in hearing from Him (John 10).

My friend Becky has a real passion for what she calls “Inner Healing” ministry. Basically, Inner Healing involves praying together, sharing your life story in detail, then allowing your friends (who are there to minister to you) to listen and share what they’re getting from the Lord, so He can reveal things for healing/transformation. Becky had been feeling the Lord telling her to offer that ministry to me, and I was thrilled. We did it on the night of Sept. 1st, and it was an amazing night. The Lord revealed so much to me regarding His good plan for my life, and how Satan devised an opposing plan. The Lord is setting me free from many things that I didn’t realize were weighing me down.

Becky had encouraged me to pray the week leading up to it, for preparation – that the Lord would reveal things to me, etc. So, I did that. Then as I was driving to meet up with my three friends (including Becky) who were joining me for the Inner Healing, a neat thing happened. On the way, Francesca Battistelli’s song, “Free To Be Me” played on the radio. I’d heard the song many times before, but never paid attention to the words. At one point, the words became crystal clear to me and were spoken straight to my heart. I felt that the Lord was speaking that specific section of the song to me.

I arrived at my friend’s house, and we started the Inner Healing session. It was all very pertinent to what the Lord spoke to me through that song. So, at one point during our prayer and discussion, I shared that I felt the Lord speak something to me on the drive over which tied in to what was being revealed. They asked what, and I explained about the song, and I sang the section that the Lord spoke to me:

“..got a couple dents in my fender – a couple rips in my jeans. Try & fit the pieces together, but PERFECTION is my enemy. On my own I’m so clumsy, but on Your shoulders I can see, I’m FREE to be me.”

 At that point, my friend Becky reached behind her and grabbed a sheet of paper. On her drive over (1 hour & 45 minutes in Houston traffic), she had heard the same song, and the Lord impressed on her that the words were meant for me (that specific section that I had just sung!). There it was – written on her paper (quite scribbled, because she wrote it while driving – ha!)… the exact section of the song that I just sang! How encouraging to have the Lord speak just what I needed to hear in preparation for our night. He is so good and faithful.

I’m a child in this journey, but I’m so glad that my ears are slowly opening and I’m learning to recognize His voice. I hope this story speaks to you in some way.  He is VERY real – He is CRAZY about you – and He does still speak and move in powerful ways.

A Knock on the Door

November 7th, 2011

Nine years ago, life took a turn for us that we’re quite thankful for, because it led our family to Houston and to Nurtured Family. There were many confirmations at that time for us. The one that we remember with the most awe involved a knock at the door.

Our Family

Our family in 2003

In the Fall of 2002, Mark and I lived in San Diego, California with our two young boys (Pierce – 2 ½; Jaden – 6 months). Mark worked as an electrical engineer at Intel, and found himself at an interesting crossroads with his career. When Mark was a bachelor, he put in long hours at work with little consequence. Once we married, however, and especially after we started having children, the expectations grew to be unreasonable. Mark’s work/life balance was painfully off-balance, to the tune of being expected to work 80 hours per week. He began praying regarding the situation, and interestingly, things at work grew to be ridiculously painful. It became clear to Mark that he was to quit. Interesting, considering that his goal prior to this season in life was to work his way up the ladder to become a VP at Intel.

In December 2002, we visited friends of ours in Houston. Knowing that Mark planned to quit in the Spring, they joked that we should move to Houston and purchase a lot in their neighborhood. They recently built a new home, and empty lots lined their street. This joke held no temptation for Mark, but I actually found the idea rather appealing. I spoke with him within the next couple of days regarding the many benefits to moving to Houston (cheaper cost of living, living near good friends, support with home schooling, etc.). He was not impressed… at all. But he said that he would pray about it, and he was open to my staying a bit longer in Houston to research building a home on a lot. You could say he was humoring me : )

Things seemed to fall easily into place regarding the home we would want built in Houston. When Spring arrived, we had one foot invested in building a home on a lot across the street from our good friends. It was a low risk to Mark, because pulling out meant little money lost. He was happy living in our home in a beautiful valley in San Diego. Moving to Houston still held little appeal, but he was faithful in prayer, asking for confirmation. He planned to quit in April, as he felt the Lord was leading him clearly in that area, but he had no idea what was around the corner regarding career. There was no reason – yet – to move.

One Saturday that Spring, Mark lined up a few different realtors to interview them regarding selling our home in San Diego. Once again, he was just speculating – simply doing his research. A heavy, closed door regarding moving to Houston would be a great relief to Mark. But if the Lord knew better, Mark would certainly follow.

Mind you, our home was not on the market. There was no ‘For Sale’ sign in the yard. Mark was simply talking with three realtors, one interview lined up after another, at our kitchen table. During one of the interviews, the realtor shared with Mark a story about a home in our neighborhood. The home was not for sale, but someone knocked on the door asking to buy it, and the house ended up being sold to them. In the midst of this story, exactly when the lady said the word “knocked,” there was a knock on our door. Not the ringing of a door bell. A knock. Mark got up, answered the door, and was in shock to hear a man expressing interest in seeing our home – to possibly purchase it. Mark motioned to the lady at our kitchen table, to express that he was currently talking with a realtor and would have to get back with him. The man expressed that he, himself, was a realtor. He explained that he had a client that may be interested in our home. And beyond that, he and his wife were interested personally.

After viewing our home, his client was indeed interested, which irritated his wife because she was interested in our home! Short story – a contract was signed within three days for them to purchase our home (wife won, client lost!). No fees, mind you, because he was a realtor and took care of the paperwork himself. Also, Mark asked that the sale of their home not be contingent, which the realtor had no qualms with. Mark was blown away.

With little doubt that he was not only to quit his job, but also to move to Houston, Mark willingly went through the motions to move our family to a hot, humid, flat city with plenty of traffic. Obedient to the promptings God gave us, his nervous stomach didn’t follow suit as easily, and he threw up that first night in our new home in Houston. He laughs about that now, as we’ve been so incredibly blessed by God’s redirection in our lives.

San Diego Backyard

San Diego backyard view before the fires

In the Fall of 2003, fires tore through San Diego, burning down homes in our old area and altering the beautiful views of that valley that we lived in. Mark pondered the sad timing of that tragedy with awe. Looking back, we also wonder that if we had stayed in San Diego, Mark most likely would have taken another high-tech job (leading to more work/life imbalance) through connections with friends, rather than start Nurtured Family, as the Lord was leading him to do. Not to mention, we couldn’t have afforded to survive financially in San Diego, with its cost of living, running our family business.

The Lord works in mysterious ways. We find that the directions He has us take often look ‘crazy’ to the world. But if we follow, we find ourselves on a beautiful path. We’re thankful that He intervened in the details of Mark’s career, which has altered the dynamics of our family dramatically for the better. We marvel at the confirmations He gave us along the way, including that perfectly timed knock on the door.

Natural Health Scanning

January 6th, 2011

Over the last 10 years we have tried many different alternative health products and methods and have been pleased with the results. We have used NAET, acupuncture, chiropractic, and most recently, essential oils, to experience better health for our family. One of the challenges with most alternative health choices is that most insurance plans don’t cover them at all. However, the more we explore natural medicine, the more valuable we find it to be based on its effectiveness at resolving health issues in a holistic fashion.

Our most recent discovery has been therapeutic grade essential oils. We’re not talking about essential oils used to make your house smell like a Christmas tree farm or like a fresh apple pie; we’re talking about medicinal grade, properly distilled essential oils that can be used aromatically, topically and in many cases, even internally.  In some cases the essential oils your body needs or finds helpful are pretty simple to figure out. For instance, putting a few drops of Lavender oil on the bottom of my feet, will keep me (Mark, Rebecca’s husband), from snoring. Now I don’t know this firsthand, but Rebecca, who is having enough distraction from sleep with a nursing toddler, will tell you this is true!  Another great find concerns upset stomachs.  We have found that rubbing Di-Gize (a Young Living oil blend) on your abdomen when you are nauseous will generally alleviate the issue.  We have also found that orally taking a gel capsule containing a few drops of Thieves oil (another Young Living blend) will stop a stomach virus in its tracks if taken at the first sign of symptoms. With 5 children in the house, we have had several opportunities, unfortunately, to test a variety of oils and they have worked very well.

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Essential Oils

November 2nd, 2010

Using Essential Oils Therapeutically

Essential OilsWe’ve had great success using essential oils for our family in a therapeutic, or medicinal, way.  In the past, I’d tried essential oils from health food stores.  Besides smelling nice, there wasn’t much benefit.  But over the past year I’ve learned the difference between a truly therapeutic grade oil vs. others.  Our family uses Young Living oils because they are manufactured correctly to be therapeutic.  They use the right plants, harvest them at the right time, and steam distill and bottle them quickly – before crucial oils evaporate.  They are not thinned out with other oils or added to, in order to cheapen them.  Because of this, they contain a broad spectrum of components that other oils, which may be labeled as a “pure essential oil,” simply don’t contain.  The proof, for our family, has been in the results.  We’ve stopped stomach bugs in their tracks, by ingesting a few drops of the Thieves® blend in a capsule.  We’ve kept fevers under control with Peppermint oil; used Lavender oil for restful sleep (without snoring!); stopped the symptoms of fire ant and mosquito bites with the Purification oil blend; taken the ‘burn’ out of burns by applying Lavender; controlled yeast related itches on feet with Melaleuca Alternifolia (Tea Tree) oil…. the list goes on and on.  Recently at our boutique, we’ve held some workshops on Essential Oils for use with Pregnancy, Birth, Babies and Postpartum.  I’d like to share my notes in case they may help you in some way!

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Essential Oils – Pregnancy, Birth, Babies & Post Partum

Facilitated by Amy Minke who has years of experience using essential oils to treat almost everything her family has encountered.
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It’s important to use therapeutic grade oils to achieve results.  Most essential oils, even from good health food stores, don’t do much more besides smell nice.

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Post Partum Doulas

August 18th, 2010

You’ve heard the saying that every birth is different – and throughout your pregnancy women have told you, whether you wanted to hear about it or not, about their birth experience.   Thirty minutes of pushing, twenty-four hours of hard labor, natural, c-section, hospital, home – everyone has a story.  The period after your baby has been born is no exception. The first few weeks and months after you bring your new baby (or babies) home can vary from family to family depending on the amount of support available. Your body has just undergone an amazing feat of bringing forth new life and while you want nothing more than to enjoy every moment with your new baby, you may find yourself in need of a second set of nurturing hands.

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Amazing Wool

July 6th, 2010

Scratchy Wool SweaterI love wool. No, no… don’t think of that itchy, rough sweater you once owned. I’m talking about something altogether different. I didn’t discover it myself until having babies. Wool is a perfect fit for babies and moms due to its many amazing qualities. Whether it is used for breast pads, diaper covers, or for baby’s bedding, wool has a lot to offer. Shop all wool products.

Antimicrobial… less laundry to wash

Due to the lanolin in wool, it is naturally antimicrobial. This translates to convenience when it comes to laundry. When urine or breast milk comes in contact with wool – even saturating it – wool is self-cleaning due to lanolin’s anti-fungal and antibacterial properties. For example, despite urine leakage on a sheepskin, it will smell fresh and clean when nighttime comes again. How wonderful to only have to wash once a month, despite potty training issues! In the case of urine soaked wool diaper covers, the wet wool cover only needs to be hung up to dry while baby wears a fresh wool cover. The next day, the hanging cover is ready for use again! Likewise, nursing mothers are able to alternate between two pairs of wool breast pads, washing them only when needed – about every 2 to 4 weeks.

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Favorite Cloth Diapers in my Stash

May 28th, 2010

Apple Green FuzziBunz One-SizeOne of the benefits of our family owning Nurtured Family is that I get to try a lot of different diapers.  My favorites are currently FuzziBunz One Size and Blueberry Minky.  Blueberry Minky diapers are top of the line due to the high quality components used for the diapers.  They cost more, but they’re adorable and they hold up well.  As far as a practical, smart design, FuzziBunz One Size stands apart in my mind.

My dear friend Erin called recently and laid out her plan for her new diaper purchases.  Her baby girl was turning one, and she’d come to a point where she didn’t like feeling the wetness of prefolds.  Erin planned on buying some FuzziBunz One Size diapers, but mainly she was leaning toward sized diapers.  I encouraged her to hold off on buying any sized ones, and rather to try out a couple of the FuzziBunz One Size.  She was hesitant.  She’d tried lots of one size diapers in the past, and didn’t like how they fit or how it was harder to stuff them with inserts due to how they bunched up in the front with snap downs.  I realized that she didn’t know how FuzziBunz One Size diapers were constructed differently.  Even though she’d seen pictures of them online, she didn’t take a close enough look because she assumed they were like the others.  We decided that I needed to blog about how they’re unique, in case others misunderstand as well!

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