When I first joined Facebook, the site was filled with photos of my friends’ college antics: climbing the university’s forbidden towers, throwing tortillas off a local suspension bridge, and fervently cheering on our rather hopeless football team. As the years have flown by and my friends have settled (whatever that means), the photos have changed: … More Why Should We All Feel Sorry for American Moms?
Today I have a question for you to ponder: How long is it acceptable to call someone a “baby”? Is it until a specific age? (One year old? Two? Three?) Is it until a certain milestone has been reached? (Walking? Using the potty? Cooking a three-course meal?) Is it until a younger sibling comes along? … More When is a baby no longer a baby?
Some differences between having a baby in Germany and having a baby in the US are significant (the existence of maternity leave, for example). Some differences are small and mundane. Today’s post will be about the latter. Babies wear diapers. Diapers need to be changed. At some point in history, people in Germany and people … More American vs. German Changing Tables
Last week when I went grocery shopping, I was accosted by a lady holding a tray with four cups. She asked me to pick up one of the cups to find a prize. I don’t usually participate in gimmicky promotions, but on this day I decided to give it a shot. Under the cup I … More Is This Really How German Women Work Out?
****If you need to catch up, you can read Part 1 here and Part 2 here.**** Of course I thought the hard part was over once I held my baby in my arms. I was so jubilant that I didn’t even deny the midwife’s request to use acupuncture to help deliver the placenta. (I just … More My Birth Story, Part 3 — “Try to relax!”
****You can read Part 1 here**** I was thankful that my bag was already packed when the midwife told us to drive to the birthing center. I had feared the 30 minute drive before the birth, but it actually wasn’t so bad. There was no traffic at 5 a.m. on a Saturday morning. It was … More My Birth Story, Part 2: “Holding Back When They Say Push”
When I was pregnant I was often told that a woman’s first labor tends to be very lengthy. At one point I read about a woman who baked a birthday cake between contractions to pass the time before going to the hospital. After returning home with the baby, she was able to celebrate the birth … More My Birth Story, Part 1: “The Never-Baked Lemon Cake”
One of my favorite things about living in Germany is getting to explore the many playgrounds scattered throughout this country. I look forward to the day that my baby is old enough for me to use him as an excuse to play on the equipment without feeling weird. Before continuing to read this post you … More American vs. German Playgrounds
Very early in my pregnancy I started to occasionally have trouble breathing at night. I would wake up with a tight feeling in my chest and I was unable to take deep breaths. Back when I was in college, a doctor suspected that I might have exercise-induced asthma because of difficulties that I have with … More My Most Traumatic Pregnancy Experience
The emphasis Germans place on “protecting baby’s spine” has huge repercussions for the German baby gear market, particularly when it comes to strollers. It is very common in America for parents to attach their baby’s carseat to a stroller frame to transport their baby before he or she is old enough to sit in … More American vs. German Strollers