Warm pearls slide down my breast

for you

my needing, kneading, needy little one.


Ooooooh so you wanna try cloth diapers mommy? Or The Pending Poo-pocalyps

My daughter is finally big enough to fit into the cloth diapers we have for her. I have to say I really have the perfect baby for cloth diapers as she is not a prolific pooper. In fact, it is more of an every other day or once a day situation with her. However, this week, the week we choose to try cloth diapering, something seems to have changed.

The universe, my daughter’s adorable little butt, and 3 insane bowl movements later…I am a little less excited than I was 24 hours ago.

The look on her face, as I quickly snapped a picture of her, after the first ill fated diapering attempt…the look on her face says it all….

….She knew before I did.

Tapenade Tuesday

One of the many benefits of winter storm Jonas was the fact that my husband was home for an extended stay.  With him there, I got to cook, clean, shower, relax, and watch tv.  He always makes sure I relax, which both drives me crazy and fills my heart with his love and care.

Tapenade is one of mine and my husband’s favorite snacks and right now I am always looking for a high protein snack to help keep up with nursing.  Tapenade is a dip that is made of olives, nuts, herbs, garlic, capers, and a sweet element like a roasted red pepper, date, etc.  All the ingredients are minced or pureed to create this delicious, high protein snack.   I strapped Arden into the baby carrier and away we went.


  • 1 jar 6 oz Kalamata Olives
  • 1/2 jar 6 oz Green olives
  • 1 cup of walnuts
  • 15-25 fresh mint leaves
  • 4 garlic cloves
  • 3 tablespoons of capers
  • 1/2 cup of roasted red peppers
  • Flour Tortillas or Pita Bread


  • Drain Olives, Capers and Roasted Red peppers
  • Rinse and dry the mint leaves
  • mince the garlic, mint leaves, and walnuts
  • Use a small food processor to chop, puree, or mince the olives and capers (to taste)
  • Chop up the sweet element
  • Stir all ingredients together
  • Toast up some tortillas or pitas, slice in 8ths and serve! 

And wearing a cute baby helps too.



“She’s Lyme FREE” (and now I may be too): my Lyme Pregnancy Protocol

Disclaimer** I am not a doctor.  This is just my story of how I managed my disease during pregnancy with the help of a plan developed specifically for me with a LLMD.  This should not be used as protocol for anyone else;  I am sharing it to share the hope of a Lyme FREE child!

Antibiotic Protocol 1st and 2nd Trimester:

  • Prescribed: 1200 mg of Omnicef 3 times a day.
    • I couldn’t tolerate it and and was herxing constantly.
    • After 4 weeks of approximately 0-1200mg of Omincef a day, the dosage was lowered.
  • Prescribed: 1200 mg of Omnicef 2 times a day.
    • I still typically only got down 1200mg ONCE a day due to vomiting and herxing.
    • On the days I couldn’t get anything down, I was given shots.

Antibiotic Protocol 3rd Trimester:

  • Prescribed: 1200 mg of Omnicef 2 times a day
  • Prescribed: 500 mg of Zithromax once a day
    • I typically only got down ONE dose of Omnicef and the Zithromax dose.

Supplements, Pregnancy, Lyme, and Gene Mutation MTHFR:

MTHFR Gene Mutation is SIGNIFICANT to pregnancy as regular Folic Acid can cause embolisms in women with this gene mutation.  It is incredibly common, especially in those with chronic illnesses.  Wellness Mama, does a great job explaining this mutation, its significance, treatment, etc. at her blog, here.

  • Methylated Folic Acid (Methyl-Folate)
  • Methyl-B12
  • Potassium (powder)

I was prescribed several more supplements but these were the only ones I could keep down. I am guessing because they were primarily soluble.

Flares, Herxing, Whatever you want to Call it:

These were a daily (normally 2-4 times daily) occurrence. For me, my flares appear in the form of simultaneous projectile vomiting and diarrhea, muscle spasms, intense anxiety, muscle weakness, and migraines. Coupling this with morning sickness made it almost impossible to eat food, take meds, or function.  This is why I lost over 50lbs through out the course of my pregnancy.

To manage daily Herxing/Fare Reactions:

  • Activated Charcoal /Epsom Salt Baths
    • I would use about 6-10 charcoal tablets (560mg)
    • Along with 4-6 cups of Epson Salts
    • Soaking for an hour or more.
  • Herbal Drops
    • Parsley, Pinella, and Burbur
      • Take 10 drops (each) in purified water every 10 minutes
  • Calming the Child Oils

Nausea Support:

  • I stayed away from Zofran until week 29 of pregnancy, worried about cleft pallets.
  • Diclegis
  • Phenergan
  • Sea Bands
  • Yoga
  • Hypnosis
  • Acupressure
  • Massage
  • Ginger
  • Rubbing Alchol Swatches
  • Herbals
  • You name it…I tried it.

After Birth Lyme Testing

After she was born, the nurse and midwife collected placenta samples as well as cord blood samples. These were sent to IGeneX Lab .  The test kit had been previously ordered through my LLMD and I kept it on hand with me throughout the whole pregnancy. Originally I had been told to expect 6-8 weeks for an answer but 22 DAYS after she was born, I got a call at 3 minutes till noon telling me that my sweet baby girl was LYME FREE!  It was the second best day of my life.

The Hope

I share this because I know the fear I had when I found out what Lyme could mean for my dreams of becoming a mother.  I searched high and low for successful pregnancies.  I was desperate for info, I was desperate for a child, I was desperate for hope.  Please feel free to reach out with questions, share your own stories, etc. Understand as new mother, I may not be the quickest in getting back to you.  But the hope, there is hope.

My Lyme free daughter will be 15 weeks old tomorrow and will be 15 weeks since I experienced 4 blood transfusions that have left me feeling completely symptom free.  I am baffled, excited, and hopeful.  The CDC even suggests dialysis and blood and exchange transfusions for severe Babesiosis patients. Blood work is still coming in, my LLMD is still working on me, but something has changed and healing has begun.  I am excited to share my journey with you.



Up-cycled Leftovers: Chicken Parm Soup

I am a big fan of taking one easy recipe and making leftovers into a completely different and equally easy new dish. As a mother of a 14 week old, returning to the work force, I don’t have time for fancy and I don’t have time for gross.

Earlier this week we had roast chicken and baked potatoes which is one of the EASIEST meals on earth to make!  You need one roast pan, a chicken, some herbs, some oil,some butter and away you go.  Find the recipe I use here.

  • This week I substituted rosemary for thyme and lime for lemon because it was what I had on hand.

The Up-Cycle 

When we are done with the chicken, I always remove the extra meat and make stock out of what is left, but as I started this process yesterday, I remembered an easy recipe I had saved weeks ago for Chicken Parmesan Soup. This recipe from is as easy as it is delicious.

  Because I was using the stock pot already, 

  • I sautéed the diced onions and garlic with olive oil in a skillet for about 8 minutes. (On medium heat)
  • I then added a can of tomato paste and a quarter cup of chicken broth and let it cook down for about 5 min, stirring occasionally.
  • While the onions were sautéing, I took the meat off the chicken frame and added it to the chicken stock.
  • I then dumped the contents of the skillet into the stockpot along with a can of diced tomatos.
  • I added 3tbs of Italian seasoning and let the broth and chicken simmer for  30 min.
  • I added some gluten free penne pasta, set the timer for 7 min, and got out the parmesean, mozzarella, and parsley.
  • When the timer went off, it was dish up and serve with some garlic toast! 

It was even better today than it was yesterday and we still have a TON of leftovers. 

    Good parent/bad parent: the modern parenting facade

    I am no angel but lately I have been asking myself a lot about the American parent dichotomy. This “perfect on the outside, shit on the inside” facade that we are all barely holding together.Where are my truthers? 

    Where are my unknown friends who have sat sobbing on the kitchen floor at midnight, with dinner burnt, your boobs hanging out, and your baby screaming? 

    Where are the women who forgot for 6 or more weeks what it was like to live with sex, sleep, and any rationale control of your hormones?

    Where are the woman who love their children fiercely, but occasionally have thought “could I give you back for an hour?”

    Where are these truthers hiding? I can’t hear you among the pleas of my peers for acceptance, approval.

    14 weeks of parenting has afforded me very little time behind this maniacal wheel, but what I do know is that “you know nothing.” 

    Jon Snow be damned, I am giving it my best shot.

    As I sit here, snowed in by Jonas, mounds of laundry piling up, struggling to breast feed and hoping the snow lasts till June so I never have to leave, I am reminded of the times I do get right. Half of them are by chance while the other half is hard work. Regardless, the triumph of these moments is all the greater because of the shitty odds of the battle going in, and the masterful f***-ups that somehow got you here.

    Truth: I feel like I do more work than my husband.

    Truth: he feels like he does more work than me.

    Truth: we both are often working to what feels like our limits and sleep is not what it used to be. 

    Truth: today I own my my duality. I am a good parent. I am a bad parent. 

    P.s. Nap-time, you are a cock tease. I am beginning to loathe you as much as those perfect princesses with their Einstein infants, Martha Stewart magic, and white girl angst. 

    The (no) judgement zone

    Last Friday night I got drunk. I didn’t mean to. 

    I meant to have 2 glasses of wine.

    I forgot Zoloft interacted with alcohol.

    More than 6 weeks after being prescribed a very low dose, I had finally started it, much to my husband’s relief. 

    Saturday morning as he recounted the night before (and a pump and dump incident 😂), I am not sure he would say the same thing. 

    Almost three weeks in, I have no blow ups. I am struggling at times still but I have been able to acknowledge my weakness and even live in the moment some. It has been a groundbreaking three weeks. 

    Here is to 2016.

    Lactation support and ideas 

    After giving birth to my daughter, I experienced a hemorrhage that, unfortunately, has left my milk supply a little on the low side.

    Supplements I have tried:

    • fenugreek
    • blessed thistle

    Food and Drinks I have tried:

    • lactation cookies
      • Recipe 1  (easy to make, can be a little salty)
      • Recipe 2 (a little flat but tasty)
      • Assessment: both worked well and I would recommend either.  When my sister made the first recipe her’s were much better than my original batch, but baking is not my specialty, it is hers.
    • lactation teas
      • Yogi – 2/5 stars.  I didn’t notice a huge difference with this tea.  I ordered it originally because of it’s price.
      • Mother’s Milk – 4/5 stars.  A little pricey but it definitely helps support the nursing supply.
      • Welda – 4/5 stars.  This one only gets a 4 out of 5 stars because it is so expensive.  It is by far the best nursing tea I tried and I noticed immediately results. As far as results go, it receives a 5 out of 5 stars.

    Ideas not yet tried:

    • Placenta Encapsulation – I originally didn’t do this because we were unsure if I had passed Lyme through the placenta to Arden.  As it turns out, I didn’t!!!  I have recently begun considering that as a option to help support my nursing supply.
      • has anyone had any experience with this for their own nursing supply?
    • Other ideas? I am open to suggestions!!!


    This whole living in the moment thing…

    I was supposed to go back to work this week but Martin Luther King Jr., winter storm Jonas, and forgotten doctors appointments have conspired against me … or for me as the case may be.

    Tuesday morning, she almost said “mama” and that was supposed to be my first day back.

    My dad, generously, had promised to be here to spend the whole day with her on my first day, so that I didn’t have to take her to day care AND be away for 8 hours simultaneously.

    I am lucky.  She would have been with my dad.

    But, instead, she was with me when she tried to form the word over and over again, not quite able to force the sound out from behind those perfect pursed lips.

    I am TRULY lucky.

    The money I could have earned that day would have been AMAZING, especially considering our refrigerator chose this week to stop working, but the reward of seeing her try to form her first words was worth more.

    Today I am thankful for coolers, back up refrigerators, neighbors, slow cookers, first words, living in the moment and snow days.

    Currently listening to Jon Bellion “ooh” courtesy of my amazing little brother who is teaching me to follow my dreams.