Partially Hydrogenated Oils a Villain to Health?


Hydrogenated oils are widely used in processed foods in America.  They are just one of many reasons to avoid processed foods.  Hydrogenation of oils is used in the food industry for the sole purpose of prolonging the shelf life of processed foods.

Hydrogenated oils are oils that start out as healthier polyunsaturated fats but through a chemical process, they turn into solid, unhealthy trans fats.  Hydrogenation basically means taking liquid vegetable oil and combining it with hydrogen gas to make it a solid or semi-solid.  Essentially, this is a man-made fat, and in general I prefer to stick with what nature gives us.  The American Heart Association recommends limiting your consumption of trans fats to less than 1 percent of your daily total calories.  These fats raise your bad cholesterol while lowering your good cholesterol.

Most European countries have banned trans fats all together or set dates in which they plan to implement a ban.

The reason I tend to shy away from man-made food is because it's new and relatively unproven.  In the course of history, most of our whole foods are foods we have eaten for hundreds of thousands of years and longer.  When you think of it in that scope, why would we want to consume food that has been around for 50, 25, or even 10 years?  When we change the molecular structure of oil into a form that our bodies have never had to deal with before, common sense tells me that this is a dangerous and risky behavior.  It could be okay, but it is more than likely going to have health ramifications and when you look at it like that, what's the point in taking the risk?  I'd rather stick with foods that have a very long, proven positive track record.

Additionally, the hydrogenation process uses toxic metals like nickel, cobalt and others.  The more you learn, the more you want to get this out of your diet ASAP.

Under FDA regulations, "if the serving contains less than 0.5 gram [of trans fat], the content, when declared, shall be expressed as zero."  So the processed foods that prominently display "zero grams trans fat" on their packaging may, in fact, contain trans fats.  There's something about this that upsets me to my core.  To produce foods known to be harmful to human health is one thing, but to blantantly trick consumers into buying a product that you know actually contains trans fat by telling them it doesn't is appalling and something all too common in our current food system.  We should be angry!  We're being duped...on purpose!

This is pretty much the most in-depth article I've ever read on hydrogenated oils so if you're hungry for more, it's a great article to read.


Giggles and shrieks and screams, oh my!

My little girl has a voice and she wants it to be known.  Though never quiet, Addie has really begun "talking" in the last few days.  And this is practically the only noise that populates our house now.

Even at her four month check-up this morning, she had lots to say:

Speaking of which she checked out great!  The doctor even mentioned he thinks she'll be physically early since she's already so in motion.  Always good to hear.  :)


Weight - 3d: 7.69 (50.91%)  / 11d: 8.16 (50.68%)  / 2m: 11.69 (61%) / 4m: 13.5 (44%)
Height - 3d: 20" (66%) / 2m: 23" (63%) / 4m: 24.5" (57%)


Names in the running.

What other names were you considering for your children?  I love hearing these.  I don't know why, but there's something so fun about learning what you could have been.  The other name my parents were considering for me?  Ariel Dawn.

Thank you, Mom & Dad, for sticking with your guns and naming me Chelsea Diane.  Because Ariel?  I would have been tortured come Little Mermaid.

My kids had several names in consideration.  For Ben, the top runners were:

Kingston Allan (although this was my favorite, hubby NEVER would have gone for it and I'm kind of glad in hindsight)
Parker Allan
Leo Benjamin (this was the other name we took to the hospital, but the second he was born we knew he was not a Leo)
Benjamin Allan (obviously)

Adalyn was going to be:

Alexis Mae (called Lexie - this was pretty much her decided-upon name until about a month before she was born)
Lola Mae
Charlotte Grace
Juliette Grace
Adalyn Mae

(If she was a he, it was pretty much decided that she would be Levi because it was the only boy name left that we both liked, though I would have pushed HARD for Silas because it's my favorite boy name now.)

We narrowed it down to Lola and Adalyn a few hours before she was born and then we sat there with her on my chest for an hour before naming her.  We went back and forth between Lola and Adalyn a million times.  In the end, I got the final say and chose Adalyn because I thought Tim liked it more.  A month after she was born I confessed to Tim that I regretted not naming her Lola, and he told me it was his favorite.  I remember spending a good two or three weeks after that trying to find a way we could change her name to Lola without coming off as straight-up CRAZY, but in the end she was Adalyn and now I can't imagine her as anything but.  My sweet little Addie Bear.  :)

PS - I suppose now is as good a time as any to explain her name.  Once upon a time, before Adalyn was a twinkle in my eye, a girl on a message board I'm part of (Dec 2008 babies) named her daughter Adeline.  For some reason, I always pronounced this "Add-ah-lynn."   One day, many, many months later, someone asked her how she pronounced her daughter's name. She responded with the logical answer, "Add-ah-LINE."  Right.  But when I got to really thinking about it, I thought "Add-ah-LYNN" was a pretty name, too.  Hence, Adalyn. I didn't love the spelling.  Well, still don't love the spelling.  But I didn't want to spell it Adeline and have her name mispronounced all her life and I didn't love Adalynn, so she became Adalyn.  And I love it now. It's TOTALLY her.  Mae came from both my grandma and my hubby's grandma's middle names.  Rewind to Ben: his middle name, Allan, is a combination of my dad's middle name (Alan) and hubby's dad's first name (Allen).  So it was only fitting that once we found out both my grandma AND his grandma's middle name was Mae, our daughter would share that.  :)


Happy Mother's Day!

...to all my mama friends!  I hope your day was magical and relaxing!

I got some extra snuggles from my kiddos today.  I sure love them and feel blessed to be their mama.  How did I get so lucky as to have these two amazing children?


Just a video...

...for the fun of it.  This girl is quite the opposite of Ben in the vocal department.  Not only did Ben not cry much, he didn't laugh much, coo much and now, he doesn't talk much.  I guess girls really are chattier!  Addie talks ALL DAY LONG just like this.  It's fun to have conversations with my little girl. 


Addie's birth story.

Adalyn's birth story, as posted on my old personal blog shortly after she was born with a few additions I should have added the first time:

Little Adalyn Mae was born on Friday, 1/14/11, at 9:47 a.m. She was 8lbs, 1oz, exactly like her brother, and was 19" long. It's taken me awhile to get this announcement up, but I guess that's life with two little ones for ya! I rarely have more than a few minutes at a time to hop on the computer.

My contractions started up, like usual, on Thursday night as I was trying to fall asleep. Instead of laying in bed and getting my hopes up like I normally do, I decided to just jump up and take a bath, something I knew would make my contractions go away because it always does. This time, though, I continued to have contractions and then I felt a pop, similar to what I felt when my water broke with Ben. But when I got out, I wasn't sure my water had actually broken. I called the doctor anyway and she wanted us to come in, so we packed up and off we went.

We checked in and quickly found out that my water hadn't broken. I was so discouraged and thought that we would be headed home shortly. When they hooked me up to monitors, my contractions showed up. I guess that was the little bit of hope I needed to hold onto. I was still only 5 cm dilated, though, so they suggested I walk around. I knew it would have the opposite effect since my contractions always stop when I get active. Sure enough, I was right.

After walking for 30 minutes and not getting contractions, I opted just to lay down. Pretty soon after, my contractions started getting stronger, longer and closer together. Each one hurt a little more than the last, and when they checked me a little while later I was 6 cm dilated. I was pumped!

My doctor came in around 8:45ish Friday morning and broke my water. I braced myself for what was to come, and very quickly I was hit with a monster contraction. And then another, and another and I looked over at Tim and said something along the lines of, "I don't think I can do this without an epi, after all." He and the nurse reminded me that it was just about getting through one contraction at a time. I had planned on doing all sorts of things to handle the pain: the birth ball, the bath, walking around, moaning, anything. But as it turns out, the only thing I was capable of doing was demanding that Tim play the same song over and over (How He Loves Us, David Crowder Band), gripping the rail on the left side of the bed for dear life and screaming through every contraction, just sure I was going to die. I felt like my pelvis was breaking and the nurse rubbed my back really hard. It helped a ton.

Not too long after, I felt the urge to push. More than that, my body started involuntarily pushing. The nurse checked me and bolted out the door to get the doctor, who was at her office in another part of the hospital. I kept screaming at them that I needed the doctor there NOW, and after what seemed like an eternity, she finally ran in, gowned up and sat down just in time for me to push Addie out in one contraction! In retrospect, I was pretty upset that we chose to deliver where we did with who we did because they made me lay flat on my back to push her out even though I told them over and over again that trying to lay on my back was the most horrendous, tortuous pain ever and then they took her out of the room to bathe her even after Tim reminded them we specifically asked for them to bathe her in our room in our birth plan.

But it was AMAZING going natural and feeling every sensation, even if it was, by far, the worst pain of my life. Adalyn is a beauty and the perfect baby. She doesn't cry, she nurses like a champ, she makes the cutest little noises and she's just an angel. Ben still isn't too sure what to think of his "sisser." :)

And I just have to add in there that I accomplished my goal of only gaining 25 lbs this pregnancy! Yippee!


Adalyn Mae Hibbard's birth video from Chelsea Hibbard on Vimeo.

Ben's birth story.

Here's the raw & unedited birth story I wrote shortly after delivering my first baby, Benjamin.

Forewarning: Might be graphic to some people? I dunno, if you're not crazy into birth like me.

Tim and I spent all night Friday night laying on the couch, dreaming about our baby together and reveling in what we thought would be our last week or two alone. After hours of talking, we finally fell asleep a little after midnight. In retrospect, it was the most perfect way I can imagine spending our last night as a married couple sans child. Not even five minutes after falling asleep, I was suddenly woken by a gush of water (not huge, but enough to know that it meant something) and a painful cramp.

I immediately woke Tim up and asked him to get me a towel. I called the doctor, who told me to get to the hospital, and then called my mom. During our call, I had my first REAL contraction. I knew instantly that I had never before had a TRUE contraction. I'd had lots of things that I thought were contractions, but now I know why people say, "You'll just know when it's labor - trust me." Thinking we had lots of time, we slowly started packing things up and trying to figure out what we needed. My contractions started coming on really fast and REALLY hard, and I couldn't even stand through them. I told Tim that we needed to hurry things along, so we started throwing things in the car and headed to the hospital. The contractions kept getting even stronger, and by the time we got to the hospital (about a ten minute drive), they were coming on every four minutes.

I got wheeled up to L&D where the nurse did some sort of paper test to see if my water had broken. She said it was supposed to turn blue after wiping me if there were any traces of amniotic fluid. It, of course, did not. My heart dropped as I realized that this might not be "it." She decided to check me and the look on her face was priceless. She was like, "Oh honey, you're 7 cm and your water definitely broke! We're having a baby tonight - and soon!" By this point, the contractions were pretty much one on top of the other and I thought I'd pass out and throw up with each one. I tried the birth ball and walking around, and both only made things so much worse. Tim tried to rub my back, arms, legs, head, etc., and it also made the pain worse. I was literally seeing stars with every contraction by the time I decided to get my epidural. At that point, I was 8 cm dilated. After the epi, I dilated to 10 in probably ten minutes or so. It was unreal how quickly things unfolded! The epi was dreamland and I never felt another contraction (at least not in the way that I had been feeling them). I felt pretty guilty about caving, but in retrospect I don't know how I could have survived two hours of pushing in the intense pain I was feeling.

Pushing started around 3:45 a.m. and though I was pushing well, Benjamin kept coming down and then going back up. After an hour and a half, I found that holding both my legs myself while having the nurse and Tim's hands on my feet that I could push again worked much better and he came right down. The nurse went and got the doctor after having me feel his head - coolest thing EVER! Right as the doctor got in the room, I started to feel extremely nauseous and threw up for what seemed eternities. After I recovered from that humiliating experience, it was one more round of pushing and he came flying out, crying his lungs out!

The doctor placed him on my stomach and I was officially so in love I couldn't see straight! At 8 lbs, 1 oz and 18 inches, he's a short little chunk. He's gorgeous, healthy, has lots of hair and is pretty much the perfect baby. We haven't had a single problem breastfeeding, he rarely cries and his favorite place in the world is in mine or Tim's arms. Life is good.

If you're into really long videos, have at it :)



Awesome day.  Awesome experience.  Awesome God.  Awesome, awesome, awesome. 

And I felt God's presence when, right after my baptism, the worship team played my favorite song of all time.  The one I made Tim play over and over on my laptop when I was in labor.  This song has me in tears almost every time I hear it!  And today was no exception.