At our teacher training, we were asked to share why we wanted to teach Our Baby Class. Here's my why.
I read the course descriptions, and the courses sounded like they aligned with my ideas about parenting. I knew all about the awesomeness of babywearing, we practice baby led weaning, and there's no cry-it-out sleep training in my house.
I am a former elementary school teacher turned stay-at-home mom, and could really use just a little bit extra to help with our home preschool expenses and homesteading projects.
But here's why I feel like what I do is actually important.
When I was pregnant with my daughter, two amazing things happened. I took a Bradley childbirth class and I joined an online due date club on the website Diaper Swappers.
Here's why those things were so important.
In my Bradley class, I spent 12 weeks in intimate discussion with 6 other sets of expectant parents. Bradley classes tend to attract parents who are over-researchers (like me), interested in breastfeeding, and highly motivated to do what's best for their child (more on that in a minute). I became very close with three of these moms, which has been a life saver. We have shared developmental milestones and swapped advice as our children have grown.
|The Bradley Babies|
|Bradley Babies, Age 2|
|Two August Mamas and two August Babies (just shy of age 2).|
Before I met these incredible women, I had a plan. My baby was going to sleep in his/her own room after six months, and never ever sleep in my bed. Baby would be on a strict schedule. I was going to breastfeed for six months. I'd get a Moby wrap and a Baby Bjorn. There is absolutely nothing wrong with any of these things. I would still have been a good mom.
But, my life is richer. I learned about a wider world of babywearing that allowed me to continue wearing my daughter into toddlerhood. I learned about babywearing meetings from the August mamas.
|One of our first back carries, with a DIY woven wrap|
With both sets of moms, we've shared stories and parenting strategies. When I struggled to process the birth of my second child, these women were there to listen. When my baby wouldn't stop crying, the Bradley moms held him. When I had postpartum depression, one of these moms sat with me on my front porch, day after day.
|Our first woven wrap--from an August mama|