Our experiences

As you know, Mother's Day is approaching and with this motive from Babies and more we have wanted to invite various blogging moms to honor them in their day, and through them, to all mothers. We want to know in a closer way those women and mothers behind each blog, and today our guest is Carmen, author of La Gallina Pintadita, which has led, among other things, to many call her affectionately Gallina, Gallinita or Galli

Since in a few days we will celebrate Mother's Day, from Babies and more we have wanted to invite the most influential blogging moms to honor them in their day, and through them, to all mothers. We want to know in depth the women and mothers behind each blog, so our first guest is Melisa, author of the Madre Madre blog.

Today we want to invite you to tell us about the experience and the reasons to put the girls pending when they are babies, since this issue will address our question of the week. This is our question of the week: Did you put your daughter on watch when she was a baby? The piercing of girls' ears when they are babies and making them pending is an extended custom in our society that has defenders and detractors.

If there is something that escapes me from the theory commonly known as attachment breeding is the name. I would have no problem if this educational philosophy were known as the Bowlby parenting in honor of one of its prescribers, or the Machupichu parenting, for example. What I don't like is the exclusionary factor that implies as a tacit judgment.

We have just celebrated Happy Dream Day and we have talked about mothers who can't do it anymore. Today, what I have to tell you would be rather something that does not deserve any party, except when someone decides to stop living it, I tell you about Unhappy Dream Day. And no, I do not mean children who end up resigning that their parents do not come when they cry at night because they need them, but of mothers (and perhaps fathers, although I have not known any personally sure that they exist too) that pass horrible nights and they can sink into grief for giving in to their partner and not imposing what instinct dictates to them, that their children need them at night and they need children, who want to breastfeed for years, who don't want to take them to a nursery or a school where your children are not happy.

It is not easy to write this today. Someone I loved very much is gone. When someone leaves, you can't help thinking that you could, that you should, have been able to do something, detect how far your despair, your tiredness, your anguish. It's no use for her anymore, but I hope that something can help mothers who feel they can't do it anymore.

Bringing a disorder to the world in order to make them understand a little more about what it is, without using too technical language, is not an easy task. However, from time to time we find small jewels, such as the video of the Academy of Specialists or this beautiful representation of the world of a child with Autism Spectrum Disorder.

When I am asked about home schooling or homeschooling, most parents are concerned about possible disadvantages, but I think it is important to also talk about the wonderful things that homeschooling has brought to our lives. That is why today I tell you the three best things that home education has given my family.

I do not usually talk about visits to the doctor or nurse of my little offspring because there is almost never anything remarkable to explain and because, as a general rule, they do not usually try to change our customs, partly because they already know us and partly because they do not always We tell the whole truth. Last Thursday, however, we went to the 9-month review with Guim (the one in the photo, yes) and we were visited by a nurse we did not know.

I have recently been reading statements by the ex-effensor of the minor and psychologist Javier Urra in which he attributed the suicides and drug problems of young people to the overprotection of parents and proposed a lot of social relationship with close people to be happier. And I wonder, happiness, where did they lose it when they were children?

Every time the end of summer approaches, all those memories of my children's vacation come to mind. Unforgettable, special, magical. And now, on the last day of August, it is when they become more intense and when I want to help you to offer more formulas so that your children also keep the unforgettable memories of a summer that ends.

This smiling boy in the picture is Jon, my six-year-old son, who two days ago surprised us all at dinner when, suddenly, he told us: "A tooth moves!" For the exclamation, you will surely be thinking that he said it with enthusiasm and impatience, but nothing could be further from the truth, he was scared and was even more scared when I told him that it was normal and that everyone was going to fall (“What?

After having Guim, my third child, there are people who dare to ask me, afraid of answering yes, if I will have more children. The calm and tranquility comes to their faces when I answer no, that it is already decided, decided, for several reasons, specifically eight, which I will now explain: why I am NOT going to have more children.

Once the decision was made to organize the First Multitasking Maternity Congress, as I told you yesterday, and with the clear idea that motherhood not only changes our lives, but can awaken extraordinary intelligences, strengths and abilities that we had previously slept in, It was time to get down to work and select the speakers and organizations we wanted to be present.

As I had announced, I have been one of the organizers of the First National Congress of Multitasking Maternity that took place on June 9 and 10 in Gandía. Today I want to tell you my impressions and explain how this project was born and how its organization has been. For some time I had been thinking about how necessary it is to make Motherhood visible and give voice to the people who work to ensure that mothers and families regain their prominence as agents of social change and prosperity.

I practically don't remember what it's like to travel as a couple. For four years the family has grown, and although traveling with children is not always easy, we have not given up knowing new destinations. But, after our recent trip to Porto, I wonder, can you travel with more than two young children?

About seven months ago I began to write a series of entries related to my third "pregnancy", which I quoted because, obviously, the pregnant woman is not me. I explained to you what my first feelings were, I told you that iodine seemed to be the culprit of my wife's discomfort (although weeks later she was ill again without taking it) and what my concerns were about the current situation, I introduced you to Guim in ultrasound when we found out that he was a child, I told you about the wait when there were few weeks left and I explained that I was preparing for a new parenthesis in my life in which the little free time that remained with two children was practically going to disappear again, with the arrival of Guim.

I want to share this kind of relief I have been feeling for two weeks since my youngest daughter left the diaper. It is a strange feeling after seven and a half years (in a row) of changing and buying diapers. I can officially say that for us the diaper stage is over. They say that now you start to enjoy a freer motherhood, but I don't think freedom happens by stopping changing diapers, at all.

This past Sunday Guim turned 34 weeks inside the belly. In the 35th week and a few days his brother Aran was born, so we hope that history will not be repeated and little Guim will endure a few more days. We were at the gynecologist a few days ago and, although I have the ultrasound engraving, there is not much to see, basically because at this point in the film they are already so large that only portions of body parts are seen and, in general, it looks little thing.

My two-year-old daughter has said goodbye to the pacifier. I say that it has been unexpected because, perhaps we are used to expecting to repeat schemes with the children, and we thought that it would be more complicated than with the older one. But it has been a voluntary and unexpected goodbye to the pacifier. After having spoiled several of his pacifiers with his teeth, we had to get hold of his sister's we still kept.