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Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Kombucha 101

Fair warning: I'm a kombucha newb. I've gleaned all my information from sites such as this and this, as well as a handful of folks I know who are experienced with brewing kombucha (pronounced: kom-boo-cha). I'm just here to tell you about this awesome fizzy probiotic drink that has my gut feeling extra good these days, and also invite you on my journey as I learn to brew it at home.

So, have you tried it? I did once in college and thought it was gross. Over the past few months, though, the 'booch' has been making it's presence known. I've read about it on blogs, and been enticed to pin a few links on Pinterest, but mostly, it's been our months of interaction at the PCC cold case that has left me most curious. So many flavors! So many options! I'm always left thinking, "It can't be that gross if so many people are drinking it..."

I began to learn that it's way more than just a frivolous beverage—so much more! Kombucha is a fermented sweetened tea that is slightly fizzy and equal parts sour and sweet. I describe it as tasting a bit like effervescent and sweet apple cider vinegar, but way better than that. It is also full of live enzymes that promote digestion, overall gut health, and energy, otherwise known as probiotics. It's even alleged to fend off illness and depression, as well as potentially prevent cancer and heal arthritis. This sounded too good to pass up, so I gave it another try.

It was good! What was my youthful self thinking? But at $3-5/bottle, I decided to give home brewing a shot.

I mentioned in my last pregnancy update that my midwives have an awesome Facebook group just for their mamas to connect. I figured that was my most concentrated group of "crunchy" people, so I reached out there first. Bingo! Within a few hours I had all the info I needed and a couple connections to SCOBYs. A couple days later I had a giant healthy-looking SCOBY and some starter kombucha in tow.

What's a SCOBY? A "Symbiotic Colony of Bacteria and Yeast", also known as a kombucha culture. It's the key component to brewing your own kombucha at home. Have you ever had that thing (called a mother) growing in a jar of vinegar? Well, it's kind of like that. You can buy them fresh or dehydrated online (here is a source that was recommended to me), or if you know someone local who brews, just snatch one from them. Each time a batch is brewed, a new baby SCOBY is born, which means that any home brewer will most likely be glad to pass a layer of their SCOBY on to you that would otherwise end up in the compost. You should look it up if you want to learn more. They're really fascinating.



Other than obtaining a SCOBY, brewing a batch of kombucha is pretty straight forward and simple. To make a typical gallon batch, you first start by heating 14 cups of filtered water to near boiling. Next, add 1 cup of organic sugar, stirring until dissolved, and steep 8 organic tea bags—or 2 tablespoon of organic loose leaf tea—of black, green, white or oolong tea. Black tea is the most reliable, I've read, but any caffeinated tea should work fine. Let the tea steep until the water is cooled to room temperature. I covered mine and let it sit overnight in the pot. By morning I had a strong batch of cooled black tea.



The rest is quick and simple. Prepare a gallon (or larger) sized glass jar without any metal pieces by cleaning it thoroughly. Add your cooled brewed tea and 2 cups of "starter tea". I got mine from the mama who gave me the SCOBY, but I've read that using store-bought is fine also. This gives your tea some acidity to keep it from molding in the first few days of fermentation before the new baby SCOBY forms on top and seals the tea underneath. Gently slide in your SCOBY. It can sink, float to the top, or sit sideways. Let it go where it wants.






Now, cover your kombucha with paper towels or cheesecloth and secure with an elastic. The brew needs air, but should always be protected from bugs (it's a sugary liquid, afterall). Keep it at room temperature for at least 7–10 days in a location where it can be left alone and out of direct sunlight.

This is as far as I've made it so far, but after the first fermentation period and after you've assured that it's at the proper fermentation for your taste, you then remove the SCOBY and bottle the kombucha in something glass that can be airtight. My mama friend bottled hers in mason jars, which is what I plan to do also. The bottled kombucha is then left for another 1–3 days at room temperature without access to air. This allows the brew to carbonate as the enzymes release gasses. Once the kombucha has become fizzy, it's then refrigerated to stop the fermentation and carbonation processes and should be consumed within a month.



That's the gist. Strange and awesome, right? And honestly, my gut feels so great when I drink the stuff. Being pregnant is a surefire way to slow digestion, and has only afforded me a poop every 2–3 days, whereas, when I'm not knocked up I eliminate at least once daily. Yet, without fail, each time I drink at least 4 ounces of kombucha, I naturally have the urge to go the next morning. I also feel that it boosts my overall energy and mood.

I think it's also worthy to note the controversy about whether kombucha is safe to drink while pregnant and breastfeeding since it has an alcohol content of about %1 or less. My midwives have given me a big thumbs up to go forth with it and think it's a really great addition to my diet, but have cautioned to not let it ferment too long in order to keep it from getting too alcoholic. There is also speculation that because it detoxes the body, the toxins can be excreted with the breastmilk, but so far I'm not thinking that theory is cause for concern.

So what do you think? Do you drink kombucha? Have you brewed at home? I'm excited to make this a part of my daily routine, and also to experiment with different teas and adding flavors like fresh fruit and herbs. I'll be sure to follow up soon with how things are going. But in the meantime, feel free to follow me on Instagram (mrsandmrking) where I'll be documenting my kombucha adventures more regularly.

If you're interested in brewing kombucha yourself, I suggest you to follow both of the links from the beginning of this post. The information I gave here isn't entirely comprehensive or explanatory, it's just meant to be an introductory course. :)

Cheers to gut health! xo
Kelsey

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

A Postpartum Series: Body image, Part 2

We left off in Part 1 of this Postpartum Series topic with my husband giving me money for my birthday to get clothes that fit my new body, but the process of shopping to find the clothes was horrible. I was squishy and much bigger in almost every part of my body and everything I tried on seem to cling in all the worst areas.



Early on, I was urged by a few people to get my hormone levels checked. Maybe something was off and causing my body some sort of hormonal upheaval. My thyroid was the potential suspect. I figured this had to be it! I went to my doctor and got some labs done (blood work). I couldn't wait to get the phone call back that anything was out of line and she had something to fix it. My thyroid levels were totally normal, as was pretty much everything else. What the heck? More anger.

By this point I was certain that my body was holding onto the weight because I was nursing Lola. I looked it up online and saw threads of women talking about how they couldn't lose an ounce until they stopped nursing and then within a month or two they would lose it all—some women claiming to lose 30 or 40 pounds almost instantly just from weaning! I started to think about weaning Lola. I obsessively turned over the options in my head.


What if I wean her and nothing happens with my weight? I would feel stupid and devastated over missing out on our breastfeeding relationship. Am I vain for wanting to wean her simply to lose weight? I think so. What is best for her? Nursing her. How long do I want to nurse her for? I think through a year and a half. Why would I stop early then? Because I'm lame and being selfish. I wish I could just test it out to lose the weight and then go back to nursing her. Sorry, Sister, that's not going to happen. I really want to lose the weight before I get pregnant again. Is that even healthy going into another pregnancy 25 pounds heavier, just 10 pounds under my pregnancy weight? Will this reset my body to think that this is the weight that it should go back to after having another baby? Will I ever be able to lose this weight?   

This was probably around 10 months postpartum. I set a goal of getting through 12 months, and pushed forward finally realizing that I needed to be praying for wisdom from Jesus. I did end up dropping a feeding or two since it felt natural, but nothing about this was reflected in my weight.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

A Postpartum Series: Body image, Part 1

Update: View Part 2 of this Body Image series here.

This is a tough one. Mostly because body image is just such a hot spot for most women. I am writing this post to be honest about my journey, struggles, and the areas Jesus has redeemed for me. I hope you will fight any urge to compare yourself to me, good or bad.

Once I got pregnant with Lola, I immediately felt beautiful, womanly. Nothing about my changing figure bothered me a bit. I embraced every day my belly grew, and hardly gained any weight until about halfway through pregnancy. By 18 weeks I was only six pounds up from my pre-pregnancy weight. Overall, I felt fantastic.



I did notice by the end that my face had gotten puffier, but wasn't concerned at all. I figured that was all water weight and would slip off within a few months postpartum with nursing and keeping active. By my 40th week, I think I had gained somewhere around 35 pounds—healthy and very normal. I gained a few stretch marks right on the underside of my belly in the final four weeks, which was disappointing, but definitely not the end of the world. Despite my new stripes, I was still feeling lovely and totally embraced my shape.


I gave birth to Lola and immediately my belly was gone with just a little one in its place. I couldn't believe my silhouette in the mirror just hours after giving birth. My stomach wasn't all that droopy either, just a slight bulge. I was feeling good about my postpartum figure. Here I am one week postpartum.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Am I Mom Enough?



I'm sitting here in my final days of working out of the home, at a photoshoot, thinking about the ways my life is about to change. I will no longer be sitting at a desk 9–5, get a paycheck for my labor, or really, even need to brush my hair or shower on a timely schedule. I'd say there are pros and cons to each of these points. But the reality is that whether I want to accept all the facets of my new job or not, it's happening.

I've actually spent a lot of time visualizing and preparing for my new role. I'm sure you would have never guessed ;). I've read the baby books and educated myself on baby wearing, breastfeeding and the like. I go to a midwife group, hoping to achieve the perfect holistic birth experience. I want to bond with my baby immediately postpartum and start our lifelong friendship. I want my daughter to know that I am here for her and that she is so loved. I spend days researching the best natural soap and diapers so her skin will be protected, and dream of feeding her fresh, organic produce of all shapes and colors. I have big plans, you see.

This sort of extreme parenting is all the rage these days. I see women left and right pushing their parenting agendas. And I have to admit that I do it too. If I were to be out right told by someone that she was going to feed her baby formula and skip breastfeeding because she just didn't feel like it, I would certainly grill her about her decision. Because, of course, I know that breast is best.

What is it about becoming a parent that leaves us feeling entitled to have and express such strong opinions? And not only that, but what propels us to actually condemn—outwardly or in our hearts—other parents for their parenting choices? I don't even have a baby in my arms yet, and I've already questioned whether I'm mom enough. What if I make a wrong decision? I certainly would never want to leave room for someone else to tell me about a better choice. I need to know everything, so even if someone wanted to debate my decision I would have a concise rebuttal about why I chose what I did. Because, of course, I've researched and definitely know what's best.

I'm shamed to even admit that I have such a competitive and prideful spirit. I can see also that I let fear rule over me more than I care to admit. I fear man when I care even for a second what others think about me or my decisions. And I also fear what not making the perfect choices will do to our children. They could get hurt, develop cancer, not feel loved or connected to us, and on and on. Oh how devastated I will be if I don't get the opportunity to have exactly two hours of skin-to-skin time with my newborn. Because, of course, they say that's best.

Maybe being mom enough doesn't mean always achieving the best. Maybe. Maybe it means realizing that I'm not the best, nor do I have the capacity to always know what's best. Maybe. Maybe being mom enough means trusting my perfect Father with my imperfect, sinful child. Likely. Maybe I need to accept that I am an imperfect mother to an imperfect child, but we both have a perfect Father. Definitely. The truth is that there is no way I can be mom enough without leaning on and seeking Jesus. I don't know what's best, and can't know no matter how badly I want that control.

Jesus doesn't care if I feed my baby by breast until she is two. He cares that I am praying for her and seeking to see her through our Father's eyes. He wants me to put my agenda to death and get on board with his. I can't be the best mom by wearing my baby while nursing her as we walk to mommy and baby yoga. While that would certainly impress some people, Jesus doesn't care. How do I break myself of this controlling and prideful heart?

I think it starts by recognizing that real truth is only found in God. A million studies might show that feeding my children organic foods will likely reduce their risk of harm later on, but the real truth God wants me to hear is, "Are you trusting me with my child?" LB is God's child. She is on loan to me to shepherd here on earth. I will always be her earthly mama, but we both share a perfect and eternal father. I don't need to doubt his sovereignty. Can I trust that if I were to feed my daughter conventional (non-organic) produce, God's Will will still be done? I struggle with it, but the answer is that I certainly can. God has big plans for this little girl.

So what does this look like moving forward? I think it starts by acknowledging my foolishness. Because only then can I see my need for God's grace on my sinful heart. I don't think it means rejecting the pursuit of knowledge or parenting wisdom. Nor do I think it means avoiding participating in trends or parenting pop culture. But rather, it might look like maintaining a posture of humility. While I want to always know what's best, I'm not going to. I'm going to fail along the way, and no amount of baby wearing, breastfeeding, attachment parenting or vaccination research is going to get me any closer to being the perfect mom because I'm just never going to be. God is my savior and I need to step aside and let him be my daughter's too, because, really, that IS best.


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