Saturday, 17 March 2012

The Camp Cot Thing

I came across the Camp Cot Thing several months ago when Mieke was about 5 months old. A friend became very concerned when I told her that my baby won't sleep in a camp cot. The context was struggling to juggle nap times with my social schedule, and I said I can't come to visit her during a certain time of the day because I wanted to accomodate Mieke's nap times. Horrors! Apparently this is a very unpopular thing to do. The situation got even worse when I told her why Mieke won't sleep in a camp cot, I lie with her, and we cuddle and nurse untill she drops off. This doesn't work so well in a camp cot. The end of that story was that I lost my friendship. At the time the whole thing upset me very much and I just couldn't understand why The Camp Cot Thing was such an issue. Surely it's ok to have different parenting styles?.

A few weeks into our stay in Saudi, I came across the very same issue from some of our fellow South Africans. This time it was braais in the evening. When I politely said that it is difficult for us to do evening socials as I was still getting Mieke into a routine, I got the camp cot story all over. I kept quiet this time, wisely, I thought. In the meantime it has also leaked out that Mieke sleeps with us and not in her own room. Let's just say that general astonishment prevails.That, together with continued nursing, wow!

I finally  decided that I wouldn't let on what our sleeping arrangements at home were, and would cover up our nursing habits. But then I read an article about co-sleeping which supported the literature that Rean and I had read before chosing this route, and I thought I would voice my exasperation with my fellow countrymen for not being a bit more open minded towards lifestyles that are not the same as theirs. I'll paste the abstract below.

By the way,  I also read an article that compared the length of nursing in human babies to other mammals in terms of body weight, dental eruption, gestation period etc, and that report finds that human babies are physiologically designed to nurse until the age of  between 3 to 7 (http://www.llli.org/ba/aug94.html). When next the Camp Cot Thing crops up I will say it interferes with my 7 year nursing plan and quickly take a photo of the resulting facial expresions :)

Rethinking "Healthy" Infant Sleep

James J. McKenna, PhD, Professor of Anthropology, Pomona College, Claremont, CA
from Breastfeeding Abstracts, February 1993, Volume 12, Number 3.

Mother-infant co-sleeping often accompanies nighttime breastfeeding. New research suggests that co-sleeping affects infant physiology and patterns of arousal, raising questions about currently accepted norms for "healthy" infant sleep.
Judging from the infant's biology and evolutionary history, proximity to parental sounds, smells, gases, heat, and movement during the night is precisely what the human infant's developing system "expects," since these stimuli were reliably present throughout the evolution of the infant's sleep physiology. The human infant is born with only 25 percent of its adult brain volume, is the least neurologically mature primate at birth, develops the most slowly, and while at birth is prepared to adapt, is not yet adapted. In our enthusiasm to push for infant independence (a recent cultural value), I sometimes think we forget that the infant's biology cannot change quite so quickly as can cultural child care patterns.
Infants sleeping for long periods in social isolation from parents constitutes an extremely recent cultural experiment, the biological and psychological consequences of which have never been evaluated. Most Americans assume that solitary sleep is "normal," the healthiest and safest form of infant sleep. Psychologists as well as parents assume that this practice promotes infantile physiological and social autonomy. Recent studies challenge the validity of these assumptions and provide many reasons for postulating potential benefits to infants sleeping in close proximity to their parents - benefits which would not seem likely with solitary sleeping. Current clinical models of the development of "normal" infant sleep are based exclusively on studies of solitary sleeping infants. Since infant-parent co-sleeping represents a species-wide pattern, and is practiced by the vast majority of contemporary peoples, the accepted clinical model of the "ontogeny" of infant sleep is probably not accurate, but rather reflects only how infants sleep under solitary conditions. I wonder whether our cultural preferences as to how we want infants to sleep push some infants beyond their adaptive limits.
To explore this possibility further, Dr. Sarah Mosko and I are studying the physiological effects of mothers and infants sleeping apart and together (same bed) over consecutive nights in a sleep lab. Our two pilot studies conducted at the University of California, Irvine School of Medicine, showed that the sleep, breathing, and arousal patterns of co-sleeping mothers and infants are entwined in potentially important ways. Solitary sleeping infants have a very different experience than social sleeping infants - although we do not know yet what our data mean.
Funded by the National Institutes of Child Health and Human Development, this research will help us to evaluate the idea that infant-parent co-sleeping may change the physiological status of the infant in ways that, theoretically, could help some (but not all) SIDS-prone infants resist a SIDS event (McKenna 1986; McKenna et al. 1991; McKenna et al., in press). One of the suspected deficits involved in some SIDS deaths is the apparent inability of the infant to arouse to reinitiate breathing during a prolonged breathing pause. Our preliminary studies show that mothers induce small transient arousals in their co-sleeping infants at times in their sleep when, had the infant been sleeping alone, arousal might not have occurred. We have suggested that perhaps co-sleeping provides the infant with practice in arousing. Before we can draw any conclusions, more work is needed.
Regardless of what our own research will reveal, there already exists enough scientific information to justify rethinking the assumptions underlying current infant sleep research, as well as pediatric recommendations as to where and how all infants should sleep. Especially needed are new studies which begin with the assumption that infant-parent co-sleeping is the normative pattern for the human species-and that our own recent departure from this universal pattern could have some negative effects on infants and children. We need to determine if unrealistic parental expectations, rather than infant pathology, play a role in creating parent-infant sleep struggles - one of the most ubiquitous pediatric problems in the country. It may well be that it is not in the biological best interest of all infants to sleep through the night, in a solitary environment, as early as we may wish, even though it is more convenient if they did so.
Co-sleeping is often discussed as if it were a discrete, all-or-nothing proposition (i.e., should baby sleep with parents?). Many parents fail to realize that infants sleeping in proximity alongside their bed, or with a caregiver in a rocking chair, or next to a parent on a couch, in a different room other than a bedroom, or in their caregiver's arms all constitute forms of infant co-sleeping. I studied the location of infants and parents in their homes between 6:00 PM and 6:00 AM and found more infant-parent contact than parents describe.
I prefer to conceptualize infant sleep arrangements in terms of a continuum ranging from same-bed contact to the point where infant-parent sensory exchanges are eliminated altogether, as, for example, infants sleeping alone in a distant room with the door closed. Nowadays, one-way monitors often broadcast infant stirrings to parents in these situations, compensating for the loss of sensory proximity.
I am amused by this baby monitor phenomenon, primarily because we Americans seem to have gotten it all backward. Rather than parents monitoring the infant, a great number of developmental studies suggest that it should be the other way around, with the infant processing parental stirrings (especially breathing sounds and vocalizations). Infant sleep, heart rate, breathing, and arousal levels are all affected by such stimuli, probably in adaptive ways to facilitate development and to maximize adjustment to environmental perturbations (Chisholm 1986). At the very least, monitors should be broadcasting sound in both directions!
Given the human infant's evolutionary past, where even brief separations from the parent could mean certain death, we might want to question why infants protest sleep isolation. They may be acting adaptively, rather than pathologically. Perhaps these infant "signalers," as Tom Anders calls them, have unique needs and require parental contact more than do some other infants, who fail to protest. It's worth considering.

References

Chisholm, James. Navajo Infancy: An Ethological Perspective. New York: Aldine de Gruyer, 1986.
Call, Justin. Commentary.Med Anthropol 1986; 10(l): 56-57.
McKenna, James. An anthropological perspective on the sudden infant death syndrome (SIDS): The role of parental breathing cues and speech breathing adaptations. Med Anthropol 1986; 10(1) Special Issue.
MeKenna, J., S. Mosko, C. Dungy, and J. McAnninch. Sleep and arousal patterns among co-sleeping mother-infant pairs: Implications for SIDS. Am J Physical Anthropol 1991; 83:331-47.
McKenna, J., E. Thoman, A. Sadeh, T. Anders et al. Infant-parent co-sleeping in evolutionary perspective: Implications for infant development and the sudden infant death syndrome. Sleep. In press.

Saturday, 10 March 2012

Back in Sandland

So here we are, back in Chrome Crescent, after a two week trip home in SA. I took a week off after our return journey to get Mieke settled into her routine, get the fridge stocked up, and just generally settling in and recovering from the long journey. We had left our house in Pretoria at 6am on Friday the 2nd of March, and walked in the door at Seder Village at 5am on saturday the 3rd. We sleapt for a few hours and Rean went right to work that same day. It's not the sort of adventure I'd like to repeat often!

During our time in South Africa we spent a week at Marakele Nature Reserve. I got various family members and poor Rudi roped into counting grass in the vlei for my research project. I'm quite sure they're also glad that adventure isn't a regular, it was hot and the terrain is really rough in patches, not to mention the lioness and cub that we saw at the top of the vlei on the second day! That sure did add some spice to fieldwork!

Lioness at Marakele
Apart from the hard work it was great to spend some time with our family in such a beautiful place. Mieke discovered the joy of swimming while we were there. If not in the pool then in any recepticle that could hold water. She's a real little water baby!

Mieke in a tub
Abug in the road

Landy Girl!
We also had some big birthdays while we were in SA. We started with my granny's 90th birthday. Family from all over the country gathered for that and it was a truly special time. I'm so glad we were able to include it in our trip. Then we had Mieke's first birthday. Ouma Susan arranged for a butterfly cake and picnic things at the Botanical Gardens and we had a party with all our firiends. It was just what I had wished for her. I look forward to showing her the photos one day! Of course I think she was the prettiest one year old there ever was!



All the Oumas
While we were away, a huge sandstorm hit Rijadh. Everyone has stories of where they where or what they were doing when it came over the compound. It sounds amazing and I thought it must have been quite spectacular until I saw this videoclip. Spectacular is just not the right word for it! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WuVBFyxIEU&feature=related. It makes me think that the arabic dress code that we love to hate, veils and all, have their origin, maybe not in the religious context, but in a desert context, where dust certainly is an entity to contend with!

In about two weeks time we have to get our passports stamped again since our work permits aren't yet finalised. Michelle called it 'forced tourism' and I think it's quite an apt term! We definitely would never have packed Mieke for weekend trips to Oman and Dubai if we didn't have to, and although I don't look forward to the night flights, and the hassles with getting back into a sensible routine after such a trip, it definitely forces us to see this part of the world. We thought of ging to Oman again, but this time to Salala, and maybe drive along the frankinsense route and see some more old forts, or even go to Turkey, oh that's always been on my wish list! Two of our colleagues got their work permits, or Iquamas, after a mere six months wait. We have been promised that ours are prioritised and that they will be processed soon. Whatever that may mean! It is possibe that our forced tourism may soon come to an end, so we'd better enjoy the trip ahead!

Tuesday, 14 February 2012

The B words

Mieke lies asleep next to me, snoring slightly. She's a few weeks away from her first birthday and her birth has been running like an old movie over and over in my mind. Our Doula asked me to look at her new website and I thought I should share this with you: http://birthandbreastfeeding.wordpress.com/

The other B word was one I had been sooo worried about! Breastfeeding in Saudi where it is against the law to show any part of you body, never mind the ones starting with B! It has turned out ok so far, we have a good thing going and I am not worried about it anymore. All the malls have at least bathrooms where Mieke can get a top-up, and she is also old enough to wait until the opportunity reveals itself, she doesn't need to nurse every 20 minutes anymore. The compound shopping bus generally leaves for home about 12pm, just in time for some liquid lunch and a nap. My secret weapon is a supply of peek-a-boo T shirts (www.peekamoo.com)  one of the few baby gadgets that really works for us

My neighbour told me the other day she saw an arab lady with her veil and abaya nursing a baby in a shop. Apparently there were several layers involved. How I wish it were easier to meet and talk to local ladies! 

Saturday, 11 February 2012

Dubai

Our latest monthly trip was to Dubai. It is the closest place to fly to other than Abu Dhabi, so that's where we went.On wednesday evening we packed up baby and bags and ventured out the Front Door and got swept away once again.

I must say, this was not my favourite trip. My impression is that Dubai is about looking pretty and money money money! It is one huge big bright city with tall towers, huge shopping malls, glitsy hotels and all that goes with it. We stayed at the Rydges Plaza Hotel, an older 3 star establishment. They make up for the slightly worn out plumbing with great service and breakfast. You can make yourself a fresh waffle for breakfast, with home-made caramel, chocolate, or strawberry sauce (why choose only one?). Now that is something I would go back to Dubai for! It was incredibly delicious!

Hanging out in shopping malls is something neither Rean or I wanted to do on a week-end away so we looked hard for alternative actvities. Travelling with a busy baby also complicated our options a bit as we had to accomodate her nap times. I thought the spice souq (market) was something I would like to visit and Rean wanted to visit the beach and see the sail shaped Burj Al Arab tower. So, after a super incredibly unhealthy and satisfying breakfast, and long nap, off we went to the Spice Souq.

I got the impression it was mostly window dressing for the tourists, but the bags of coloured spices, herbs and minerals made nice photos, and it was fun to smell and poke around and haggle fot bits of liquorice root, saffron, indigo and all sorts of masalas. Dis you know that the word 'masala' is an arabic word meaning a mixture of different things? So the masala spice we put into meat dishes is really a spice mix. I bought a pot of tea masala with rose buds, cinnamon and lots of other goodies for example. I loved the indigo! I never realised it was so very blue.


Indigo from Iran


Liquorice roots for teething, seems to be quite yummy!

Walking from the spice souq we ended up seeing what I imagine is the textile souq. Again, this was very disappointing, I have seen much nicer markets for scarves and things. We also walked through the gold souq which was quite impressive. Here we got sidetracked for a spot of dinner at a dingy little indian restaurant. We had no idea what we ordered but it was quite tasty in the end! Rean also popped next door for a quick haircut and beard trim at a local barber, definitely not on the tourist route! This was probably our most authentic experience of Dubai. Another stop that I enjoyed was one of the many indian stalls which sold carpets and scarves and camel leather shoes, which of which Mieke and I each got a pair.

The next day all the shops were closed, so this was our beach day. We spent a glorious morning on a pearly white beach. We saw lots of western ladies lying around in their bikinis and an Arabic lady veturing into the clear blue water complete with Abaya. The contrast was quite thought provoking. Have you thought much about the meaning of the concept of Modesty as a virtue? I think it means different things in different cultures. In situations where these cultures mix, you have quite an interresting dilema.



The Burj Al Arab tower was our next stop.It is the world's tallest hotel and is quite impressive. From an ecological point of view of course, this and other beach developments are another story, but we won't go there. We drove through the Palm Islands (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palm_Islands), also very impressive! Then we drove back through town and all its very tall and spikey towers, past the Ski Slope in the Mall of Emirates, back to our hotel and eventually home.


Wednesday, 25 January 2012

Rean's birthday and other thoughts

Rean's Birthday

Yesteday was Rean's birthday. It was hard for him not to be able to take the day off. Infact, his special day actually started with an unpleasant bang, in the form of a fender bender on the way to work. It is really quite hazardous to stop at a traffic light before it has turned dark red. I don't know what value they attach to an amber light, but stopping is definitely an unexpected thing to do! So the poor man had to spend hours in the sun waiting to be rescued. My big concern (of course after hearing that he was fine and hadn't been hurt) was the 5 carrot cakes that were in the back of the car at the time of the accident. I had spent the previous week baking these cakes so that every one of Rean's colleagues could get a piece.


I have never tried my hand at serious baking, but I must say that these cakes (the first carrot cakes that I have ever baked) turned out deliciously! The guys at the office seemed to be suitably impressed, although it sounds as though they don't associate carrots with cakes, and might have been a bit sceptical at first (I'll include the recipe at the bottom of the post). The ladies of the compound (now there is a topic for discussion!) advised me that the thing to get Rean for his birthday was a massage from Marilyn. That sounds a lot more fun than I meant it to! Marilyn is one of the hairdressers on the compound and she also does nails, facials and massages. I popped into her shop to ask for a gift voucher, and the small chinese lady looked up all our birthdays in a pocket book and determined our Chinese horoscope. I am a dragon and since this is the year of the dragon she said it will be a lucky year for me.So there you go! Mieke is a rabbit baby. At this Marilyn just smiled and nodded, 'strong' she said.

Little Rabbit



Our little rabbit now has four teeth, and the next two are just about peeking out. She manages little walks of about 6 steps on her own before she grabs for support, or gets picked up and directs the route she wants to be taken in. Yesterday the restaurant manager phoned me to say the ladies were all playing Bingo, I must come! So we went to check out Bingo and in the dining hall Mieke held onto my pants and walked very confidently, quite far, not realizing that she was really walking on her own as my pants didn't really support her at all.

She does very well with the interaction with other kids around. We go to the playground every day. At the moment it is freezing cold (about 5 degrees celsius in the mornings), so we often play by ourselves, but in the afternoons we regularly visit with other ladies and kids, and Mieke loves it!


Playing Dress Up with Rowana
 Rowana is a Philipine girl who comes to our house three times a week. She plays with Mieke and helps me with the ironing and cleaning.This lets me get on with work (Limosella is much busier than I expected!), studies and some personal computer time. It is a wonderful solution to just about all my stress. This brings me to another Thought:

My womanliness

A friend recently emailed and asked how I was coping in this inhospitable country and how I was managing to hang on to my 'womanliness'. That is really a bad translation of the Afrikaans 'vrouwees', but I want to talk about more than just femininity. Clarissa Pinkola Estes wrote a book called 'Women Who Run With Wolves'. It is a very complex book but one of the points I thought she was trying to bring across is that a woman's feminine power, or magic, or deep 'womanliness' doesn't have to do with her biological abilities. It is rather a nurturing essence which we can express in our careers, gardening, housekeeping, parenting, partnering etc.In this country I am not allowed to drive and I have to cover my clothes with an Abaya when I leave the compound and to some women this may be felt to be an infringement on their Women's Liberty. What I am experienceing is a feeling that space and time have brought me to a place where I can focus on a more primal womanliness. Now I have the time to watch my baby fall asleep every single day, I can grow a garden in pots and have time to water them every evening. I start cooking a nice supper early on in the day (sometimes it actually does turn out nice, and sometimes it is actually finished by dinnertime!). I have time to keep tabs on my business, and study. I have tea with a lady friend at least once a day, although every now and again I don't feel like going out and stay in my little house. Not being able to wear revealing clothes in public doesn't dent my womanliness right now! Not being able to get around on my own is not so convenient, but it's not the end of the world.

Marilyn might be right, I do think this is a lucky year for me!

Carrot Cake Recipe

This was the first recipe I found on the internet and I can really recommend it (http://allrecipes.com/recipe/carrot-cake-iii/)


Ingredients
  • 4 eggs
  • 1 1/4 cups vegetable oil
  • 2 cups white sugar
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 2 teaspoons baking soda
  • 2 teaspoons baking powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
  • 3 cups grated carrots
  • 1 cup chopped pecans (I used finely chopped almonds, walnuts and raw unsalted pistachios)
  •  
  • 1/2 cup butter, softened
  • 8  ( 225g) ounces cream cheese, softened
  • 4 cups confectioners' sugar
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1 cup chopped pecans
Directions
  1. Preheat oven to 175 degrees C. 
  2. In a large bowl, beat together eggs, oil, white sugar and 2 teaspoons vanilla. Mix in flour, baking soda, baking powder, salt and cinnamon. Stir in carrots. Fold in pecans. Pour into prepared pan.
  3. Bake in the preheated oven for 40 to 50 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center of the cake comes out clean. Let cool in pan for 10 minutes, then turn out onto a wire rack and cool completely.
  4. To Make Frosting: In a medium bowl, combine butter, cream cheese, confectioners' sugar and 1 teaspoon vanilla. Beat until the mixture is smooth and creamy. Stir in chopped pecans. Frost the cooled cake.

Sunday, 15 January 2012

A week-end in Oman



Our Iquama (work premit) is not finalised yet which means that every 30 days we have to get our passports stamped outside of the KSA (Kingdom of Saudi Arabia). We left things a bit late in organising a week-end away and ended up scrambling for a destination close by that didn't require a prior visa application. Oman turned out to be that destination. On wednesday evening at about 9:30pm we departed on Oman Air for Muscat, and arrived at a very crowded, humid Muscat at about midnight. The airport shuttle that Rean had taken very great pains to arrange didn't materialise, so we had to stand around and wait for them to come and fetch us. Fortunately Mieke slept through most of it! When we got to our hotel she woke up and had a great time of bouncing around the bed, hopping alternately on dad and then on mom. We were exhausted!

The next morning we had a late breakfast and then a long nap since the places we wanted to visit only opened after 4pm. We grabbed a taxi which dropped me off at Muttrah Souq, and took Rean to the airport where he rented a car. I had wanted to visit the souq (or market) because I don't get out much at home, and this was a chance to feast my eyes on glorious trinkets, carpets, scarves, jewellery, silver, incence, so many many beautiful things! Al Dhalam (Darkness in Arabic) Souq is the local name for the Muttrah Souq. It is claimed to be one of the oldest marketplaces in the Arab world, owing to the fact that Muscat is the world's largest natural harbor and has seen immense trade in the age of sail, being strategically located on the way toIndia and China. It has been named after darkness because of the crowded stalls and lanes where the sunrays do not infiltrate during the day and the shoppers need lamps to know their destinations (Wipipedia). It is not a cheap place to shop, but it was an incredible adventure!




Abayas can be so very elegant and feminine!
 
Beautiful silk carpet
Mieke loved this green scarf

 Our last day in Oman, we took our rental car and drove to the town of Nakhal where we wanted to visit an old fort dating from the 17th century. Named after the nearby date palm groves, Nakhal Fort, sitting one hundred feet high on its rocky promontory, has a commanding view of all that surrounds it. Embedded on top of large slabs of tawny yellow rock, the structure sits like a great architectural boulder carved into towers, windows and walls. The fort is fully suited to its purpose and in perfect harmony with its environment. The interior is characterised by plain, balanced spaces, open stairways, arched recesses, a multitude of accessible rooms with windows shuttered by beautiful wooden carvings and ceilings of latticed palm matting supported by polished mangrove and palm timbers . From its early history until as late as 1980, the Fort was the residence of the Wali who held his barza, wherein he heard pleas, petitions or complaints; and, with his council, sat in judgement. And, in fact, though the Wali no longer lives in the fort, he does, to this day, hold his barza there once a month every winter season.(http://www.newsbriefsoman.info/item/2006/04/nakhal-fort).




 

On our way back to the airport in Muscat, we took a long stoll along the arabian sea, on a warm coffee coloured beach. I must say that Oman and its gracious inhabitants stole my heart. It is a place I never even thought to visit, but I am so glad to have had the chance!

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Chrome Crescent 25, 4A


We moved into our house in the compound on new years day. It is tiny, the furniture they provided is all white, but it is absolutely wonderful! We go for at least one walk every day, there is a huge pool, baby splash pool and play area with jungle gyms and a gym for big people (that's us). The only bad things are the dust and the small cement backyard which dsperately needs a shade structure of some sort from which I can hang pots of geraniums. Apart from that I feel as though I could happily settle in here for a few years! O yes, and arabic plumbing is something which might get me down. If you use, for any situation whatsoever, more than two sqares of toilet paper, the toilet will block up. I have tested this!

Chrome Crescent

Mieke loves DIY!

Our bedroom complete with sleeping baby (under the blanket)

Cozy dining and living room

Kitchen

Spare room and study

Soon to be back yard

I'm reading a terrible book, just before giving it up as a bad job, I read this piece which was something I had been thinking about alot. "In a way, everyone became what they chose to be defined by: their manhood, an act of shame, of heroism, kindness, a humiliation, their mother's country, the unfairness of their lives, an illness, their faith, an accident. In every person's past and present and future, so many patchwork pieces were presented. As people chose to keep some things and discard others, they set in motion a sorting process that gradually created their identities" Why is it so hard to let go the bad things that happen in our lives? If only we could always chose the good things to define us wouldn't we all be happy and content?

That's what I am going to try this year, to be content. I am also going to paint my toenails regularly, wear nice hairclips, exercise regularly and eat more healthy. I really am!

Best wishes for the year that lies before you!