Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Monday, May 19, 2014
Years ago, when Luka was a baby, a lady approached me at the Doctor's office and told me he was fat.
You can read that story here.
Well, now that Sophia is six months old, she has turned into a chunky monkey as expected.
My children are breastfed babies, and if you know anything about breastfeeding babies, you know that they get really chunky when they are small and then thin out once they become mobile. Furthermore, breastfed babies have their own growth pattern and it can vary greatly from baby to baby.
Anyway, with that being said, it irks me when people approach a mother to tell them how fat their baby is. I mean, seriously? Babies are supposed to have some cushion to them. They are babies after all. I can sometimes excuse someone approach me and comment on how rotund my babies are because most of the time, after I explain that they are breastfed, they back off.
This wasn't the case with a particular lady the last time I went out with Sophia.
Here's what went down:
Setting: Jcpenney checkout point
Cashier: "Next! Hi, your baby is soooo cute! That's a latino baby for sure."
Me: "Thank you, yes she is lol."
Lady #1: "God bless your baby, she is so precious. She's breastfed isn't she?"
Me: "Yes she is. Thank you!"
We spent a while trying to pay for my purchases because my coupons weren't working and I was not going to pay full price if I had coupons. We were almost done and in came another lady.
Cashier: "Your total is $ XX.XX"
Lady #2: (In Spanish) "Umm, excuse, that baby is really fat"
Me: "She's not fat, she's perfect."
Lady #2: "You should really cut back on the feedings."
Me: "My baby is fine, her Dr. agrees, she is breastfed, I'm not cutting anything."
I then turn around and start ignoring her. She, not pleased with herself, kept on talking.
Lady #2 talking to Sophia: "Yes baby, you are so chunky, you should eat less. If you keep getting so big you won't fit into any of the sexy dresses!"
Seriously lady? Seriously?!
First of all, who does she think she is lecturing me about my baby. Second of all, did you not get the hint that the conversation was over? I turned around, I was in fact IGNORING you.
Third of all, this is a six month old baby. Why would she care if she fits into SEXY dresses?
Way to start sexualizing infants!
It took all of me not to turn back around and bitch her out. I took the "bigger person" route and kept ignoring. I payed for my purchases and thanked the cashier. I gave the lady a sideways look and left.
The nerve on some people!
You can read that story here.
Well, now that Sophia is six months old, she has turned into a chunky monkey as expected.
My children are breastfed babies, and if you know anything about breastfeeding babies, you know that they get really chunky when they are small and then thin out once they become mobile. Furthermore, breastfed babies have their own growth pattern and it can vary greatly from baby to baby.
Anyway, with that being said, it irks me when people approach a mother to tell them how fat their baby is. I mean, seriously? Babies are supposed to have some cushion to them. They are babies after all. I can sometimes excuse someone approach me and comment on how rotund my babies are because most of the time, after I explain that they are breastfed, they back off.
This wasn't the case with a particular lady the last time I went out with Sophia.
Here's what went down:
Setting: Jcpenney checkout point
Cashier: "Next! Hi, your baby is soooo cute! That's a latino baby for sure."
Me: "Thank you, yes she is lol."
Lady #1: "God bless your baby, she is so precious. She's breastfed isn't she?"
Me: "Yes she is. Thank you!"
We spent a while trying to pay for my purchases because my coupons weren't working and I was not going to pay full price if I had coupons. We were almost done and in came another lady.
Cashier: "Your total is $ XX.XX"
Lady #2: (In Spanish) "Umm, excuse, that baby is really fat"
Me: "She's not fat, she's perfect."
Lady #2: "You should really cut back on the feedings."
Me: "My baby is fine, her Dr. agrees, she is breastfed, I'm not cutting anything."
I then turn around and start ignoring her. She, not pleased with herself, kept on talking.
Lady #2 talking to Sophia: "Yes baby, you are so chunky, you should eat less. If you keep getting so big you won't fit into any of the sexy dresses!"
Seriously lady? Seriously?!
First of all, who does she think she is lecturing me about my baby. Second of all, did you not get the hint that the conversation was over? I turned around, I was in fact IGNORING you.
Third of all, this is a six month old baby. Why would she care if she fits into SEXY dresses?
Way to start sexualizing infants!
It took all of me not to turn back around and bitch her out. I took the "bigger person" route and kept ignoring. I payed for my purchases and thanked the cashier. I gave the lady a sideways look and left.
The nerve on some people!
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Saturday, March 17, 2012
Not many things can be done in ten seconds.
Look for a pen, answer a call, fish for your keys inside your purse, those things take less than ten seconds no matter how simple they are.
What you would never think could happen in ten seconds is losing your life.
Yesterday was Ronald's day off, we went out to run some errands with the baby and we were on our way home.
We were discussing what to eat and were crossing the street while chatting away. Not long after we made it to the other side of the street we heard a screech, we turned around just in time to see it happen.
The crash.
A lot of things go through your mind when you witness something like that.
"Is everyone alright?" "How did it happen?" "Should I call 911?"
But the most pressing question in my head was "What if we would have crossed the street ten seconds after we did?"
The damage to the car wasn't too bad. There was a dent left by the van that crashed into it. How fascinating it is to see exactly how metal gives in when hit by another vehicle. It's almost as if time slowed down, I can clearly remember it, BANG! CRUNCH!
We were considering going somewhere else before going home, we even stopped a little to discuss it. All I can think about, what if we had taken ten more seconds talking, would we have been hit by the van instead of the car? The car didn't suffer much, but metal is more resistant than meat and bones. Would we have survived? Would my son be alive and if so, would he now be an orphan?
I didn't think about these things straight away, they came gradually. At the moment of the crash I kept wishing everyone was alright and hoping that it was just a scare.
Thankfully there were no serious injuries except for the dent in the side of the small car.
We fought, Ronald and I.
I needed time to think and I took the baby with me for walk.
That's when the fear set it, that's when all those horrible images of us in the middle of that accident flooded my mind.
Ten seconds, that's all that could have separated us from life and death.
I cried for a while after the initial shock had gone away. I was terrified of what I had seen and I kept thinking about how short life is and how fucking stupid I am sometimes when I cross the street.
Ten seconds, think about it, that's all it takes.
Look for a pen, answer a call, fish for your keys inside your purse, those things take less than ten seconds no matter how simple they are.
What you would never think could happen in ten seconds is losing your life.
Yesterday was Ronald's day off, we went out to run some errands with the baby and we were on our way home.
We were discussing what to eat and were crossing the street while chatting away. Not long after we made it to the other side of the street we heard a screech, we turned around just in time to see it happen.
The crash.
A lot of things go through your mind when you witness something like that.
"Is everyone alright?" "How did it happen?" "Should I call 911?"
But the most pressing question in my head was "What if we would have crossed the street ten seconds after we did?"
The damage to the car wasn't too bad. There was a dent left by the van that crashed into it. How fascinating it is to see exactly how metal gives in when hit by another vehicle. It's almost as if time slowed down, I can clearly remember it, BANG! CRUNCH!
We were considering going somewhere else before going home, we even stopped a little to discuss it. All I can think about, what if we had taken ten more seconds talking, would we have been hit by the van instead of the car? The car didn't suffer much, but metal is more resistant than meat and bones. Would we have survived? Would my son be alive and if so, would he now be an orphan?
I didn't think about these things straight away, they came gradually. At the moment of the crash I kept wishing everyone was alright and hoping that it was just a scare.
Thankfully there were no serious injuries except for the dent in the side of the small car.
We fought, Ronald and I.
I needed time to think and I took the baby with me for walk.
That's when the fear set it, that's when all those horrible images of us in the middle of that accident flooded my mind.
Ten seconds, that's all that could have separated us from life and death.
I cried for a while after the initial shock had gone away. I was terrified of what I had seen and I kept thinking about how short life is and how fucking stupid I am sometimes when I cross the street.
Ten seconds, think about it, that's all it takes.
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