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Eau de Mommy

Feb 08, 2014

Searching for extraordinary science and understanding in the everyday ordinary of life...

My daughter Maggie, who is now the mother of absolutely beautiful, two-month-old Evangeline, can not believe what her sense of smell is up to these days. “No one told me that I would be obsessed with my baby and that her breath in my face when she sighs would smell sooooo good.” And while Evan can’t speak English yet, she is just as likely to be saying the very same thing.

It’s all about those pheromones! A study published in Communicative & Integrative Biology , titled “Chemical communication and mother-infant recognition” and written by Stefano Vaglio at the University of Florence, Italy, looked at the research behind these human chemical signals and then searched for “individual odor” signatures in a sample of mothers. Even though we may all think we’ve heard everything we need to know about this term pheromones, not a single one had been identified at the time of Vaglio’s work in 2009. The closest contender, he says, is some elusive chemical in the armpits of women. “Apparently this unidentified pheromone causes menstrual synchrony in females living in close quarters.”

As it turns out, every mother has her own special unique odor signature, especially in her armpits and breasts. And a newborn recognizes this scent from the very first moments of life and breath, having grown to love it back in the womb right there in the amniotic fluid zone. But it’s not just about recognizing each other. It’s also critical to their attraction and ability to fall in love with each other. “Breast odors from the mother exert a pheromone-like effect for the newborn’s first attempt to locate the nipple,” Vaglio writes. Those pheromone signals also improve with individual odors and a mother’s proteins release small molecules slowly, making them last longer, this researcher explains. Breast-fed babies, in fact, were able to pick up the maternal odor cues quicker than bottle-fed infants, which makes sense with all the skin to skin contact.


The researcher actually identified the particular chemical odor compounds from the moms’ sweat patch samples collected from both their underarms (para-axillary area) and breasts during pregnancy and in the weeks after childbirth. Vaglio suspects that those distinctive olfactory patterns captured in the armpit might be helpful to a newborn baby. And I am intuiting that he means a crying baby might go looking for the comfort of his or her mother’s special scent. So, the next time I am babysitting Evangeline, I am going to ask Maggie to leave behind an unwashed T-shirt. Her “Eau de Maggie” scent might prove just as useful as a bottle of her breast milk or a pacifier.

18 Jul, 2017
Alexander Stone Carr was born on Dec. 16, 2016 and I met this newest – my fifth! – grandchild moments after his birth in the middle of a long night. He stared intently, wide-awake and alert, into his mother’s eyes and actually grabbed for a necklace Maggie was wearing. Both wore falling-in-love-at-first-sight facial expressions that were absolutely priceless. And since then, Alex has only grown even more expansive in the way he can speak volumes with his little face using every muscle available, even his eyebrows going up and down in what looks like real wisdom. I mean, honestly, how did he know how to smile and make eye contact at the perfect moments? He’s also talking baby gibberish, chatting seriously about what’s on his mind…though we don’t understand a word he is saying as yet. His pure joy at being here is apparent to all, even complete strangers who engage with him.
09 Jan, 2017
Maggie had a baby boy, Alexander Stone Carr. Here they are on day 1...learning to love and totally attached to one another.
20 Oct, 2016
My daughter Maggie is going to have a little boy on or about December 22 of this year. She is absolutely thrilled and absolutely caught up in nesting instinct imperatives. Please don’t knock them. “Maternal nest-building is regulated by the hormonal actions of estradiol, progesterone and prolactin,” according to Wikipedia which references a study in the Journal of Neuroendocrinology .
15 Sep, 2016
This morning one of my siblings sent an exasperating “dig” my way. I’m one of six children and right in the middle of the pack. I should be used to family dynamics by now – after all, I’m 67 – but of course, I’m not. What is absolutely extraordinary in this ordinary world of family life, is that sibling rivalry never grows old.
11 Aug, 2016
My grandchildren are incapable of lying. Even if I have broken unwritten rules while babysitting and allowed them to pick anything they want to eat at the Red Store, Finn and Charlotte will share the news of their secret treats immediately with their mother. “Guess what Grammy let us have?!”
13 Jul, 2016
I’ve had generations of experience with what society likes to call “picky eaters.” My father had very touchy taste buds, for instance, and would carefully separate the miniscule pieces of minced onion my mother had chopped so finely into her beef stroganoff. That little pile on the side of his plate after he had finished his meal was a dead giveaway. We six children grew up knowing that dad would only eat certain foods. So when my son Zach – even as an infant – showed picky-eater tendencies, I was alarmed at first. Advice-givers, medical professionals, well-meaning relatives as well as total strangers, were everywhere. It took some research to be able to withstand the onslaught from all sides. Zach is healthy, happy and brilliant. He didn’t eat his peas. So what.
29 Jun, 2016
I cry easily at happy, sad or any kind of emotional occasion. Last Monday, all three of my grandchildren cried at different points during what was actually a wonderful day. From a sibling squabble between Finn, 5, and Charlotte, almost 4, to the emotional frustration experienced by their cousin Evie at 2, the tears fell. I often beat myself up about how easily my tears show up. My older sister reminds me that when I cry I lose all my power. Damn those tears! Or maybe not?
03 May, 2016
Watching my grandchildren at play on Saturday sent me on a quest to research just how powerful happy playfulness can be. Finn, 5, Charlotte, 3 and Evie, 2, were having so much fun that I overheard Ev say, “I love playing.” I expected to find research that supported the importance of play for growing children but stumbled upon the brilliant work of social psychologist Barbara L. Fredrickson, PhD, now at the University of North Carolina. Play and the positive emotions accompanying it, are critical for adults’ physical health and intellectual well-being.
01 Oct, 2015
I’ve been doing a lot of babysitting the last few months and there is nothing more rewarding and exhausting. There is certainly a biological reason for motherhood being reserved for the younger generation. Don’t even try to talk to me after a 12-hour day with a toddler. I am so tired that I can hardly think straight. But I wouldn’t want it any other way. Not only am I growing closer and more in love with all three of my grandchildren but it turns out that my natural instinct as a grandmother to want to help my children raise their children has evolutionary rewards for all.
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