tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65400741881410750122024-02-18T19:18:41.409-08:00Cherry BabyMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.comBlogger268125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-88862589805867869542014-04-15T15:26:00.001-07:002014-04-15T15:26:37.146-07:00Life Lately<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here's L, dodging his way through the play structure. L has really been a joy to go places with, he is playing so nicely with there kids, I have almost healed from all the scars of the constant hitting and being "that kids mom". It's as if he is finally cognitively able to understand the discipline, and he is starting to really like other kids- there was a time he really just liked adults. He started soccer last week which was AWESOME! He adored his coach.<br />
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Now you may be wondering why D and I look exhausted in the pic below- well keep scrolling and you will see a floor! Over two late nights D and I (mostly D) tiled and grouted a new kitchen floor. As with any DIY project, there were some hiccups (like some of the tiles purchased had been returned with dried thin set on them, aka ruining them). But its done, now we move on to the stair nose and more finishing touches. I do want a carpet in the kitchen, the tile while beautiful and nice solid, will mean that anything dropped will shatter. I'm a bit anxious about that. If money hadn't been any issue, we would have gone with wood. Hardwood wins every time for me (except in bathrooms).<br />
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<br />Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-13413191102914604972014-04-15T15:18:00.000-07:002014-04-15T15:18:13.425-07:00Hot Tub Time!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our new house came with a hot tub (score!). The cover was really ratty so we held off on using it till we had a chance to buy a new cover, drain/sanitize and clean the whole thing. That took about 5 months…. But now we get to enjoy it. The kids love it, we usually have it at about 99 degrees so its a safe temp for the kids. It feels like a warm bath. D loves being able to submerge in it- when you're 6'3", you don't get tat opportunity in a bath tub.Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-43041166839137928412014-04-08T13:03:00.001-07:002014-04-08T13:03:28.090-07:00CutestLove her to pieces. She's almost 1 years old, WTH!<br />
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<br />Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-31527389703016600232014-04-08T12:59:00.000-07:002014-04-08T12:59:10.625-07:00What to do with Instagram photos?Put them up on the wall!<br />
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Finally something above the piano. I had a lot of our instagram photos printed out from <a href="http://printstagr.am/">Printstagram</a><br />
The quality is pretty good, some of the photos were really grainy but we figured out those we ones that we sent from D's phone and then put in instagram- so basically the quality was lowered by texting it over to my phone. We used small nails and some gray sewing thread I had laying around. To attach the photos I used <a href="http://www.paper-source.com/cgi-bin/paper/item/Mini-Clothespins/3202.020/843094021366.html">mini clothes pins</a>. They were left over in my craft box from our wedding, purchased them from paper source. I like that it was an affordable solution to such a large space. I had most of the stuff on hand, but even if I didn't thread, nails, and those pins would be less then $10. I can also change out the pictures whenever I feel like, which is nice since I like to re-evaluate things around the house.<br />
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Here is a non instagram photo of it, less grainy…<br />
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<br />Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-19341023268110041882014-04-08T12:48:00.001-07:002014-04-08T12:48:47.758-07:00Grout!We finally got around to grouting our kitchen backsplash! We went with the subways tiles from Lowe's (22 cents a tile), and the grout they sell in "Silver". The grout is exactly the color we were hoping for. It could have been a disaster since we decide to go purchase the grout with both kids….and the dog! And of course as we enter the tile aisle, they shut it down to pull some heavy things off the shelves. So yeah, waiting with two young kids and a dog isn't fun. The kids were great, we survived, but once in the aisle our dog puked! We immediately cleaned it up- no thanks to the lows employee! Worst attitude by an employee ever- she was heavily sighing as we asked for some paper towels and stating we were sorry and would immediately clean it up. She said she couldn't get paper towels, she was a bit busy. D ran to the bathroom and grabbed some. But yeah, so we just grabbed a gray grout and left ASAP- it was a good choice. <br />
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I'm not sure if we will seal the grout- anyone have thoughts? It will change the gray to be darker, which could be ok. If it will save the grout from stains and help it hold up I am open to it. D and I have come a long way with our DIY skills- practice makes perfect, so all the previous tile jobs set us up to do this one pretty quick. Now I'm longing to do our kitchen floor- oh and both bathrooms. <br />
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<br />Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-19436112229489113722014-04-02T17:16:00.001-07:002014-04-02T17:16:29.071-07:00I love what my kitchen can becomeI somehow forgot that renovations are hard, stressful, time consuming, and expensive. We had huge success with removing the badly built in giant microwave and cabinet that we decided to do a huge remodel to the kitchen. We are house poor so it had to be within he budget, which meant no ikea kitchen cabinets (yes they would have only cost about $4000, which is nothing when you think of a full remodel, but that was not even close to what we could manage). So we decided to reuse the ones we had, paint them, reconfigure, and purchase a couple new ones to match (as closely as possible). <div>
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See what happened there? We beautifully removed the microwave cabinet, painted the wall. It took a couple hours at most, we even had a play date in the middle of completing it. Basically this didn't disrupt our lives at all and we got cocky! Oh- we can TOTALLY redo the whole kitchen because they went smoothly…..HA!<br />
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So then we went on. There are not many pictures of the demo. It was more complicated, messier, and longer then we anticipated. But all the cabinets were moved, all the backsplash and counters, sick, etc. The floor remained, but will be replaced eventually (boy the floor looks hideous now!).<br />
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Well look at that, not too bad right? Far from complete, but we were happy to have some sort of working kitchen again. As you can see all the cabinets on the left were from the original kitchen, reused and reconfigured. The ones on the right were purchased from lows, unfinished. They are not a perfect match, but due to time and money constraints we went with it and hoped the painting would make it work- I feel like it did. That cardboard on the floor? The cabinets used to come out there- yes we doubled the size of our kitchen with the changes. The counters are maple butcher block from lumbar liquidators. They were int he budget, in the design esthetic, and once we added the tung oil (I will make a post about this because it was a big decision), they looks beautiful.</div>
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If we had a legit budget, cabinets would have been ikea (the quality is awesome, they have the look I like), the counters probably a combination of butcher block and quartz (on the left side because of the sink). The ceiling would be leveled out, the bay window replaced with something more insulated, the wall opened to the dinning room. See? Lots of things did not happen, but thats ok. So far we are looking at under $2000 for the kitchen (sink, counters, new cabinets, paint, subway tile, new range hood). Not too shabby. I have a lot of pride in this update since it's been all D and I doing the work, coming up with budget friendly unique solutions. </div>
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And this is where we are now. A lot of trim and finishes touches left to do, some paint touch ups, grouting, maybe more tiling. But loving it. </div>
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Today I woke up as D was leaving, the dog didn't want to let me sleep, and I'm glad. It's been about 30 min so far that I have had completely to me, sipping coffee, listening to the rain. Hey, the blog even gets a few pictures because of this morning.<br />
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This is what is happening in our living room, vintage sofa and chair from my mom, but originally from her aunt. Her story is an immigrants story for sure- came to New York, worked as a live in housekeeper all her life for a wealthy older woman who had no heirs, and who then left all her money and belongings to my great Aunt. The couch and wing chairs have been recovered (and will be again when the kids are a bit older) but still hold their antique charm. The rest of the room is stuff we have had, the infamous fauxdenza sits under the TV and gallery wall- I will have to do a post on how that has turned out since I never followed up with that after we built it.<br />
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I love this picture, makes the living room look darling, and L is perched how he usually is in the morning watching some cartoons. We have a lot of natural light that comes into the living room.<br />
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Meals as of late- eggplant fries with walnut oil based aioli (with some sriracha because it was the Super Bowl), and then eggs with bok choy (one of my fav greens to have for breakfast), almonds, and pomegranate seeds. I think eating real food and eliminating grains has made the food we eat more colorful and beautiful to look at. <br />
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E loves to eat, here she is enjoying some goat cheese- those blue eyes mesmerize me every time. We still do full fat yogurts and occasional organic cheeses with the kids. D and I rarely partake because both of us seem to have negative consequences when we do- for him it's lactose intolerance- for me, I get a headache, stuffy sinuses, and it makes me moody. Strange I know, but it's amazing what you notice after you eliminate something then slowly add it back to your diet.<br />
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Today on the docket is taking a shower (this will be a challenge with both the kids and just me), delivering some business cards to a doctors office- it's wonderful having consistent referral sources, returning library books, just hanging out with the kids- oh and if I can manage, bathing the dog- she stinky and like a third child.<br />
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<br />Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-45147718445059592242014-01-21T13:19:00.001-08:002014-01-21T13:19:22.592-08:00SickWell it finally happened- the whole family got sick. Probably not the flu since the fevers were low grade or absent (in D at least), but a nasty cold hit our home last week and is still taking us down. I'm back at work, but my chest is wheezy and achy and the couch is lingering. Besides that most of my energy is finally back, L is much better (because he is off the hook whiney when he is sick!), and E & D seem to be healing as well.<br />
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Having two kids when everyone is sick, and one of those kids being L is soooo hard! L became quite intense, needy with this cold and all of my reserves were depleted on my own sickness and taking care of E. Needless to say I didn't win any awards for best mom, or great parenting. Thankfully it will be over soon and we can get back to being a better version of ourselves aka, healthy. <br />
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I am really proud of myself for not getting crap while sick. When I get any upper respiratory infection or frankly any illness, I despise veggies, especially fresh one, and crave comfort foods, carby, sweet, starches. This time I had some mild cravings but they were manageable and I just continued eating real meat/eggs/veggies/fruits/nuts foods and I think that contributed to me not getting as sick as I could have and not having much nasal congestion- dairy and sweets cause me to get "stuffy".<br />
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You may be noticing that I haven't posted a picture on here in a while- it's because I'm a bit lazy and a bit too busy. I used to avoid blogging because I didn't have the time to make a nice looking post with pictures, but then I decided I wanted to post and really the words and my process are the most important, not how entertaining it looks. Ideally I will start posting pictures again, but I'm still getting my footing with being a working mom of two who's fiercely committed to eating really food and being on top of my life (by life I mean my own behaviors/responses to the world).Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-3993466460564550402014-01-15T14:10:00.000-08:002014-01-15T14:10:45.540-08:00Journey to WellnessThe title sounds epically cheesy, but thats where I find myself right now. It's been about 4 weeks of making major changes in my diet and exercise plans and I find myself on a journey to wellness. What I'm doing is ditching grains, sugar, processed food. I'm eating meats, bone broth, veggies galore, some fruits, nuts and but butters, fats, and the occasional treat like dark chocolate/red wine. I would say I am about 90/10 or 95/5 with treats. This has been surprisingly easy since the treats make me feel like crap.<br />
I'm not trying to run 4 days a week any more, just doing some short weight/body resistant exercises, walking more, and occasionally running.<br />
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What are the changes I have seen so far? Lets start with the physical:<br />
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I have lost about 3-5 lbs. Now I give a range because it fluctuates, and honestly I am not too sure I even care to look at lb loss, you'll see why in the next few points. My clothes are getting much looser, I have more muscle definition (but guess what, I'm barely even working out! Oh the horror!!!!), I have lost at least 1.5 inches off my waist (I didn't start checking this till a few weeks in, so I believe it would be more), I feel more stable/solid when doing exercises or movements that require balance. I also notice I have more consistent energy level. It doesn't mean I never get tired, I still drink coffee in the morning. But I don't have the drastic ups and downs I used to have when eating grains. I also have little to no stomach discomfort. Now I have never been someone who suffered from major stomach issues or IBS, but I didn't realize how much better it could be till changing my diet. I am now incredible sensitive to eating foods that are not good for me- I had a small amount of dark chocolate and green beans (which are actually legumes), one of them does not agree with me- will have to experiment to see which at a later time.<br />
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Now the more important ones that make doing and sticking to this so easy, psychological changes.<br />
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Almost immediately I noticed improved mood, more consistent mood, more energy, clearer thinking (literally felt like my thoughts had slowed down), and this has made sticking to the diet changes so easy. When you suffer for long enough and finally come out of it, the fear of going back can be incredibly motivating. So does this mean that I am always incredibly happy go lucky and never feel upset or down? No, but overall I am happier, I can recognize what brings about changes in my mood, besides just randomly (well probably not randomly, but blood sugar or diet related) feeling bad. I am much less anxious, my BP is less reactive. I have always had a pretty sensitive BP, white coat syndrome, etc. I had to go to the Dr twice about 2 weeks into the diet changes and obviously was anxious (though not as intense as in the past) and my BP was fantastic, better then it had been when I weighed 15 lbs less and exercised A LOT. What do you think about them apples!?! I was impressed.<br />
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D and I and E (we always try to include L) eat all our meals together (when we are home), prepare our meals together at home, and actually enjoy/discuss our food together while eating it. It seems like even though we are buying more expensive foods- organic, grass-fed, whole foods, we are saving a significant amount of money by not eating out often, and by often I mean maybe 1 meal a week we grabbed some chipotle.<br />
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My biggest sadness/frustration/hurdle right now is L's diet. I am not sure how to even begin his transition. So he's incredibly smart, strong willed, and sensitive and has a love for grains, breads, pastas, cakes, cookies. He literally dreams about his birthday cake Babka made and wakes up telling me about it. Chocolate is his life blood-ha! Often times he refuses anything remotely whole food like and then has terrible behavior because he is hungry. I have been debating trying gluten free options with him first, and of course we continue to offer our real and healthy foods- without much success at all. I know how powerful food can be for children, and his behavior clearly changes for the worse when he is given a bunch of sugar. I don't plan to have him never eat grains or sugar while out at a birthday party or in school during snack, but I want him to eat well when he is with us, which is a lot of the time. I think I'm struggling because I don't want to be the "bad guy" and create issues of control around food. Words of wisdom on this appreciated.<br />
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I haven't posted much in this last year, but if I had you would have really noticed a change in my mood/outlook. Something must have happened to be physically/hormonally during this pregnancy, combined with some situational stressors, but I would say I was depressed, overly anxious, and unable to move past it with my usual techniques. <br />
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I have to say that within this last week (yep, juts one week), my mood is markedly improved, it's more stable, and my focus, ability to be mindful, is back. I'm just an n of 1 but this makes me want to sing the diet changes praises. I thought it would be harder then it has been, and I think what makes it so much easier this time is due to the fact that I had reached a bottom with how I felt. <br />
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Fortunately E is just naturally a primal baby- her favorite foods are eggs, turkey, butter, bacon, green beans, and rice cereal (not primal). Yep, she loves proteins, fats, and veggies, oh and of course she is still nursing for most her food sources. She dislikes most fruits, and oatmeal, although we keep trying to introduce new foods. It seems sweet is a flavor is dislikes. Now L, he will be our challenge. L would eat cookies, cake, ice cream, and chocolate every day all day. He dislikes most meat except deli meat occasionally. But we are working with what we have, offering berries, nuts, eggs.<br />
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It's fascinating to me the connection between mood and mental health- depression and diabetes are heavily correlated, and I can not deny that blood sugar swinging contributes to mood instability. And the addictive power of sugar, wow. This experience has sparked a strong desire to learn more about the science behind this and to understand nutrition as medicine. Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-47009286679451113172013-11-03T12:57:00.001-08:002013-11-03T12:57:11.201-08:00Where have I been?We've been busy, very busy.<br />
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We almost moved back to our old house.<br />
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We are currently doing a few things to the new house before we move in, before Thanksgiving!<br />
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I'm back to work, we're juggling our crazy ever changing work schedules. Literally D & I can have our whole weeks schedule change in a matter of minutes. I have to say this is a huge source of stress for our family. At least if we worked a set time/schedule we could build around it. Some days I go from having 1 client to having 3, or the other way around. Some weeks D is scheduled to work 5 days then it's down to two. Making plans is hard, so I try to be more spontaneous and just do things when we both happen to have time off.<br />
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L started preschool- like the kind where we don't go with him. The first day was great, the second day was HORRIBLE. It took me 35 min and a lollipop to get him out of the car, then he ended up breaking down about 2 hrs in to the day screaming, crying, peed himself and refused to let the teachers change his clothes. I picked him up early, still in his pee clothes. The third day we re-evaluated and did a short day, he was content and stayed an extra 20 min to finish the activity. But of course now he has a cold and our groove is gone. He missed today for being sick. <br />
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But overall I think L turning 3 will be the start of things getting a bit easier with him. Everyone kept telling us 3 is worse then 2, but I think it depends on the child. L is already showing more ability to regulate his emotions, be more sensitive of others feelings, communicate more effectively, and OMG he has practically stopped hitting kids. This is HUGE, we can take him to the park and have fun. I think E has been a big influence on him. I will watch L be drawn to babies at the park, and be extra careful around them and watch over them. Before he used to hit them and knock them down. <br />
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We took L to the beach for the first time, he was amazed at the ocean, but grossed out by the seaweed on the sand and the feeling of the sand in his shoes/on his feet. He is totally my son. We also took him bowling- that was fun. In all the craziness we updated our fireplace with a magnetic chalkboard. E is teething up a storm, but still sleeping like a champ at night and when we go out. Overall this parenting 2 kids is starting to make sense....but that will change again soon I'm sure. My goal for L's 3rd year, and E's first, is to make it about experiences, not things. My pregnancy was so physically hard and we were busy working that I feel L missed out. He also has too many "things-" grandparents can be pretty bad with boundaries about gifts. It makes me sad when L wants to stay home all day and use the ipad or play with his toys. Yes he is looking to be an introvert who is slow to warm up, but I think balance is important. So we are planning more days to parks, events, trips to out of town, and experiences that will hopefully be memorable and meaningful for our kids.<br />
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I started running again- finished up week 4 of C25K- seems harder then last time. We are looking for new renters since our tenants are moving out (surprisingly not as stressed about this as I should be- I miss that house and constantly think about moving back). D & I celebrated our 5 year wedding anniversary, I wish we could have done something more then a lunch date eating out and a movie, next year.<br />
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<br />Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-809489410787638872013-07-08T22:08:00.001-07:002013-07-08T22:08:45.879-07:00They grow so fast<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Life with 2 kids is survival. Some days, mostly moments I think we have finally got this, but more often I think we are failing/drowning. Over this last weekend we had a few successes such as clearing out some of the garage, taking some cute pics of the kids with a real camera- not an iPhone, finishing laundry (oh there's a new batch to be done), having a few minutes of adult talk. But then we had two big boo boos- E bumped the back of her head and got her first boo boo. Nothing major, but still so sad to see her cry. L had a pretty intense boo boo- he got a gash on his forehead from running straight into the corner of our counter- the smack was so loud, he was immediately on the floor with blood gushing out. Fortunately the bleeding stopped and he acts like it's barely there any more.<br />
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I'm doubting we will ever find a rhythm with 2 kids- but logic tells me we will. E is so easy, just a normal newborn needing to be nursed, changed, and cuddled- but sleeps so nicely and enjoys being put down and just talked to. L is still very intense and needs so much from me, he is always asking, "mama, will you play with me?" It's in the sweetest voice, so darling and innocent- but I can't always play with him. So I tell him, "soon", "after I feed your sister", "not right now". And I feel guilty. But sometimes he doesn't accept those answers and he screams- a horrible scream, and I just wish he would go away and leave me alone to care for the newborn that can't care herself.....and then I feel guilty. Sometimes I look down at E after jostling her a little too much to navigate preparing Ls snack or rush into the room to check on him..and I see a sad little face thats saying, "mommy be more gentle"...this makes me sad and guilty. <br />
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Having two is hard- makes having one seem like nothing (well if the one was easy like E...L was not nothing as a newborn!). I compare them a lot like that, easy versus hard- I am just so amazed by the difference in intensity, needs, temperament, and sleep/eat/diaper habits. I wonder if having E by VBAC has impacted her in positive ways, I wonder if me being dairy free right away has helped prevent so many of Ls gassy tummy problems. Or maybe it's just their personalities....whatever it is I am amazed daily by this. As I look through the pictures I am also amazed by how different they look from each other.<br />
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Bedtime is such a sh*t show at our house- L just wont fall asleep quickly or without our help- for a while he was asking for me only- so if I needed to feed E he would fall apart....day time I can survive alone, bedtime is a two person job so my mom or D have had to come by. I hope we can find some solutions to bedtime soon.<br />
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<br />Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-79125894713603372182013-06-23T20:57:00.001-07:002013-06-23T20:57:47.870-07:00Turning 30Yep- it happened. But really I just wanted to post these pics:<br />
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Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-66713833038625903032013-05-12T21:52:00.001-07:002013-05-12T21:52:48.664-07:00After the birth...After the euphoria of having had a VBAC and welcoming our daughter- things started to look less peachy...<br />
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I had some "extensive" tears from the hand/elbow scraping and after 1 hr in the delivery room the OB wasn't able to stitch me up correctly. They moved me into the OR and 3 Attendings worked on me for over 1 hr. Apparently I didn't tear all that bad, but the location of the tear was very difficult to access and stitch- also the bleeding was reducing their visibility- yes they vacuumed blood out of me during this. Man so much trauma to my poor body. I felt very panicky in the OR, I was shaking uncontrollably from the increased meds so they could work on me without me feeling it, and something was going on with E and D. I asked to be mildly sedated because although my legs were numb, I was about to jump off the table. Something about numb legs makes me very panicky- it happened during my epideral too, but with everything else going on in the OR I couldn't cope.<br />
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D was fortunately able to accompany me in the OR with our little girl, E. But as I was being wheeled in I hear the nurse say to another nurse, "she doesn't sound so good, we need to check her out." So there I am on the table and they begin to asses E- I look over and she looks a bit blue and they say she needs to be checked out because her breathing sounded like grunts. So D goes with E, and I go into a sedated state till they finish with the stitching. <br />
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When I get back to the room they discover I have a fever and begin me on tylenol and antibiotics (oh joy!). Then D comes back and tells me E is in the NICU having some trouble breathing- she had to have a CPAP to help her reach 100% oxygen. I was honestly so exhausted and also so high off the birth hormones that I coped surprisingly well. A bit later the pediatrician comes in to say they did an X-ray and it looks like pneumonia. So E was started on antibiotics.<br />
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She was born around 6:30 pm and went in the NICU around 10:00 pm. By the next morning she was doing much better, not needing the CPAP, the next X-ray looked much better (no longer were they thinking pneumonia), but her blood tests came back showing some sort of infection could be present. So they wanted to continue her antibiotics and monitor her for 5 full days. This was devastating- I hated being in the postpartum section without my baby. And despite having a vaginal delivery I was seriously struggling with walking, I was in a lot of pain from the surgery, and carrying around my own IV of antibiotics- so visiting the NICU was no easy feat. I was also pumping and then visiting her every few hours to nurse. We managed to use only a few ml of formula (mostly because those NICU nurses were NOT very supportive of exclusive breastfeeding- they are all about pushing fluids, measuring output with each diaper, and expecting major weight gain in the first week- I understand why, but E was not preemie or dealing with multiple major issues).<br />
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Long story short- E did great, never needing to stay past the 5 days of antibiotics, and we were able to stay down the hall from the NICU in a parents sleep room for the remainder of E's NICU stay after I was discharged. It was hard being away from L (we visited with him a few hours at a time), but E needed us, breastfeeding was our full time job till she was out.<br />
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My recovery has been rough- at times it feels harder then the c-section, at times not...<br />
I am less then 3 weeks postpartum but still in a lot of pain at times, walking hurts, but at least I have my abs! I can't imagine being around L after a c-section- this guy has been expressing himself by jumping on me, pulling me, climbing, and throwing himself into me. Poor guy is really struggling with having missed us for about 1 week and now mommy is even more incapacitated then during pregnancy. Overall he seems to adore E, but he doesn't like to share me with her.<br />
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E is turning out to be such as easy baby- despite the difficult delivery, the NICU stay, and health scares, she is calm, sleeps really well, only cries when she wants her diaper changed or to be fed. It's like a whole new experience to D and I- L was ridiculously hard as a newborn (ha and even still!), so thankfully E will create some balance in this intense family. She looks a lot like I did as a baby, very curious to see how she grows both physically and personality. <br />
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Everything was already off to a better start then my last labor- we were excited, we both had slept the night before and contractions were picking up slowly and giving me a lot of time to figure out how to cope with them. I ate food, watched some shows with D, and eventually put on the TENS machine when the pain was getting intense. My mom took L to her house once I started getting agitated and he started getting way too interested in the TENS machine.<br />
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I took my time after that, showered, bounced on the birth ball, ate more food (I was very hungry!), then called our doula to give her a heads up. I felt great and was able to relax during the contractions. As far as timing of contractions I varied from 4-5 min apart to 7-12 minutes apart. We decided to have our doula come by around 12. She was awesome and supportive and encouraging. She wanted to work with me to get me to the hospital to push, meaning labor mostly at home. I wanted this too, but things turned out a bit differently. It seemed like the intensity of my contractions and the pain I was experiencing increased, but the frequency/pattern of them varied and weren't consistent. Certain positions were so painful I would refuse to do them again. <br />
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Around 5 I started loosing it- crying during contractions, wanting to go to the hospital. My doula and D really pushed me to stay. D and I took a shower and he kept me in there for about 1 hour, each contraction I begged to leave, he stayed strong and got me to stay. Now why did I want to go to the hospital? To escape the pain, and to know where I was dilation wise, to be closer to the end. I always said I would love to have a natural unmedicated birth, but my only true goal was to have a VBAC. <br />
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Driving to the hospital was horrendous and traumatic- lets leave it at that. We arrived and I tearfully stumbled down the halls to Labor & Delivery. They put me in a triage room to "assess"- that sucked. In that room I experienced the worst cervical check of my life- it was so painful I about jumped off the table. Then the words, "3 cm 70% effaced" made me cry. I felt the same thing happening from Ls birth, lots of time, pain, little progress. Looking back it was more progress then with L, and I had been able to sleep, eat and manage it better. But at that point I wanted to be admitted and we discussed pain meds. <br />
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I was still fearful of the epideral, which I believed stopped the progress with my last labor and led to the c-section. So we discussed morphine and decided on that. Once in the room our doula had D take a nap- she was awesome about encouraging us to rest at different times- this actually made a huge difference because last time we were both so sleep deprived. I sort of dosed off between contractions, but then felt like I had to pee after each one and had to get up. <br />
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Something really special happened for us while we were there, we had previously made friends with a mom at Ls preschool who happened to be an OB at the hospital. She was very natural birth friendly and had a home birth herself, and was friends with our doula. Our doula was texting her throughout my labor with updates so when she knew we were headed into the hospital she called and let the staff know to take good care of us. They absolutely did, I felt more attention and support from this huge teaching hospital with OBs and residents then the small midwife birthing center we used for L. <br />
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At some point they said they wanted to check me again- I can't remember the time, but we had seen my contractions slow down from the morphine and with my water being broken pitocin was our next step. I knew I could not deal with pitocin without an epideral so I agreed. At this point I was sad, and believed that a c-section was in our future. I agreed to a check, but requested a different Dr- that first check was so awful I needed a different touch/energy. We go a great Dr and it didn't hurt at all (amazing how different check can be). She noted I was still 3 cm but now 90% effaced. I cried, I felt broken. This was hours later, and no more dilation.<br />
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Then I heard words that changed everything- the Dr. asked if I had any past cervical procedures- I had about 12 years prior and asked why. She said because you have scarring. She noted that my internal part of my cervix was more dilated then the external, which is the opposite of what they usually see. She massaged out the scarring (again basically painless- this woman was a godsend)- I immediately went to 4 cm. Not a huge difference, but now I had some hope, and some explanation for why labor is so slow.<br />
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I got the epideral and they started me on a small dose of pitocin. We ended up stopping at 6 (which is a very low dose) because thats all my body needed. The next time I was checked a few hours later I was a 7 and 100% effaced! I cried, happy tears of course, I had never heard anything above a 4-5- my body was working. I was able to sleep some with the epideral- again big difference from last labor. My Dr. came by to visit me which was nice- again I just felt very supported there. <br />
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At once point I started feeling more pressure and they checked me to find the rest of my bag of waters had broken (D said he could hear the water rushing out of me it was so much) and baby was moving down and engaging. A few hours passed and the nurse made a call, and very quickly a bunch of people rushed in the room to check on me. They decided on an internal monitor on the baby because they weren't picking her heart rate up on the monitors. The Dr. checked me first and said, "you're complete and baby is at +1 station""- of course I cried again and I knew it was really happening this time. As quickly as the people came into the room they left. They let me labor down a bit, turned down the epideral and rest so I could push.<br />
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I was so happy but also afraid that pushing would be hard. I got the best nurse for the delivery, and until our little girl crowned, it was just D, our doula, and our awesome nurse. I puked and started to feel some intense pain prior to pushing. When I started pushing I liked using the mirror (something I wondered would be uncomfortable prior to labor). I didn't feel her moving down, but I did feel her crowing and seeing her head and touching the top of her head was incredible. I felt a lot of pain on the topwhen she came out and that was due to her hand/elbow tearing me on the way out (more on that later). When she came out they handed her to me and I said, "shes so slippery". She was, and had almost no vernix. She cried and looked around. Her cries were a bit "wet" sounding (more on that later as well). But she was there, on my chest, my little girl, my VBAC baby. <br />
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After the delivery things got a lot less positive and I will write about that soon- both little girl and I had to have some medical attention. We are both happy and healthy now.Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-33426637548682164652013-04-14T21:39:00.002-07:002013-04-14T21:39:59.200-07:00Our Little Girl's NurseryIt's a small space, but we managed to most fit everything we had from L plus a few extras. The closet is devoted mostly to non baby stuff (most of our closets are not for the clothing of the person/people in that room, we have a teeny tiny linen closet and THATS IT, so all closets are filled to the brim with all sorts of stuff). Don't under estimate going from 1700 sq. ft. to 1100 sq. ft. and adding a new baby....<br />
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Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-29145713208775057682013-04-14T21:28:00.000-07:002013-04-14T21:29:00.970-07:00Big Boy RoomL's big boy room is done- well as done as a room can be to me.<br />
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<br />Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-57116687469822535172013-04-14T21:23:00.002-07:002013-04-14T21:28:18.787-07:0037 weeksWell I'll be 38 weeks in a couple days- but yeah- full term, will be 100% ready in a few days when I officially stop working. This photo can probably explain how I feel:<br />
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HUGE, tired, ready to return to a non pregnant state...I definitely feel larger then last time.Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-83838311328110849212013-03-08T22:09:00.000-08:002013-03-08T22:09:38.511-08:00HappeningsOf course it's been forever since I made a blog post...<br />
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It feels like so many things have happened, yet not much to write about, or nothing that I want to write about. We have been trying to get the house more "ready" for our little girl arriving in the next 7-9 weeks (if she's on L's schedule she will arrive before the due date, but I have to at least be aware that I could go after my due date, boy will that be difficult to handle).<br />
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We are finally making some real progress on the nursery. after L was born I really felt like his room was a waste. He never slept in there and I spent all this time making it so cute. When I first got pregnant this time, I toyed with not even having a nursery and just keeping the 3rd bedroom as an office/playroom. Well I couldn't stand it, and I started to think about how the baby would need a space her own, off limits to L for naps. I figured he would have a harder time staying out f our room then the "baby's" room. We also moved L into the bigger room and I am so glad we did. <br />
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Since my last post, L has not once been walked down to sleep- YAY! That does not mean bedtimes are easy, but it's progress. L now enjoys his night time routine of teeth brushing and stories, but he still fights sleep. This shows up in different ways depending on the night. He will ask for food/drinks oevr and over, he will want to have a certain toy in bed and then be distracted by it, or he will want to read certain books that engage him way too much. Books with pop ups, texture, flaps to be lifted, etc are off limits at bed time. We also realize that we need to change books out often or he gets bored. So we decided to go to the library to get a bunch of books every few weeks. My favorite bed time book for him is Bedtime for Francis- the way it is written works well with a fairly monotone voice and usually gets him to bed. But L is so smart that when he wants to fight bed, he fights the books that are great at putting him to sleep. L is also pretty much day time potty trained. He has an occasional accident, and still has some some anxiety about pooping, but I am so happy we can put on underwear, bring our potty in the back of the car and just go. Night time we use pull ups and L seems to avoid pooping during the day on the potty by pooping when he wakes up in a pull up. I am fine with this for now.<br />
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We are having a lot of struggles with Ls behavior with other kids at preschool/playgrounds. L hits/pushes if they simply approach him. He really believes they are going to take his toy or get in his space. It's embarrassing to have the kid that causes the other kids to cry....but thats a post for another time.<br />
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Starting at the top: L playing with "colored" water- sort of our version of a little montessori activity. The next two are nursery progress, got a great deal on a room and board glider off craigslist, make some cheap curtains out of clearance sheets, bought fabric for the skirt and pillows on the crib, and repurposed most of L's nursery stuff (light, birds, etc). Bottom left pic is L coloring eggs at school- he looks so old here, no more puffy diaper paints! Last is me at 27 weeks. I am much larger now but have to yet to take another pic. Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-33555875176353241572013-01-20T21:11:00.003-08:002013-01-20T21:11:45.403-08:00Big BoyI really thought I would be blogging more during this pregnancy- it always seemed like something I wanted to do. And then here I am blogging the least I have ever...and there is so much going on.<br />
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L is making some major progress in the potty training, and sleeping department. Tonight will hopefully mark the SEVENTH night in a ROW that he has fallen asleep with a story (not a book, but just being told a story in bed). This is HUGE. L has probably done this 2 times in his life prior to the last seven days. It's like he is finally ready to let go of his hate for night time and relax. The potty training was also a huge breakthrough- I started offering him semi sweet chocolate chips to go pee- since he was holding it for <i>hours</i> without his diapers. He started going regularly and now doesn't need a reward to constantly go. He hasn't mastered pulling his pants/underwear down so sometimes he goes on the potty through them. He also sometimes tries to stand/squat over the potty backwards- this made for a hilarious poop that was dropped on the floor in<i> front</i> of the potty. Thankfully we have hard floors and he missed the few carpeted spaces. He <strike>we</strike> isn't ready to go out of the house without a diaper. But yeah, these things are amazing and so nice to see happen before the next baby comes.<br />
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We moved L into the other room. It's a larger room and close the the kitchen so he can play in there while I do stuff and still watch him. He likes it a lot better and I credit his better sleeping in part to the room change. <br />
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We upholstered his headboard to make it safer and better looking using <a href="http://manhattan-nest.com/2010/07/23/a-whole-mess-of-staples/">Daniel's tutorial</a>. We only did the headboard so it would still be easy to take apart, and we do plan on painting the wood gray. We made a wall shelf of books using the <a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/20126065/">Ikea Ribba</a> ledges. I really love how they turned out. We also got a chew nightstand on craigslist. There is so much more to do but it's finally coming together. Here's some shots of it now- far from finished.<br />
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I am excited to get started on the babies room. So far we have L's nursery furniture out, but nothing decorated on it's it's permanent spot. I also really want to find a glider I like thats not $1000. I look on craigslist and in the stores but nothing has really popped out at me yet.<br />
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L has found his love for legos again- constantly masking "sail boats, "robots", "monster trucks"- have I mentioned how "boy" this kid is? So boy. I got him a doll for Christmas and he frowned and said it belonged to his cousin, who is a girl...oh well. Below L is building towers with D, and then I had to include this sweet sleeping picture.<br />
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So I'm 21 weeks and feeling much better (yet still struggling certain days with the nausea and fatigue). And we found out that our next little one will be a GIRL. We are very excited, everyone including us had desire for a little sister for L. And I get to use the name that I have been wanting to use for L before we knew he was a he.<br />
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We also found a wonderful doula- she is not cheap, but she gets it, has the perfect personality to be tough with me when I'm in pain, and to be assertive with the hospital staff. Yes, it appears we will be birthing at the hospital instead of at home. Honestly, I am too fearful of having a catastrophic rupture- if that happened in a home birth baby would die. The risk is very low, but I'm afraid, and low risk doesn't mean I wont be the one that it happens to. Who knows if we change our minds before the birth, but right now that is the plan.<br />
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We decided we will not try to move this next year. So now we will paint some of the rooms white (yes white, because this rental is an ugly off white, yellowish neutral that makes my skin crawl. Oh and it's all glossy, every single room, gross!). We are also going move L into the other room so baby girl will have a nursery. I know she may not be in it right away, but I think it's important to have it set up and ready so we can start getting her used to a crib very early. We plan to try different things with her in hopes that she will sleep better then L.<br />
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I'm very excited for Xmas this year with L. He is already so into it, loving the outdoor lights, saying "merry christmas", watching the 1964 Rudolf movie. My favorite thing so far this xmas has been buying books to read to L. This sweet bookstore in town just makes me want to curl up in the corner and read to him all day. Plus I don't know how many more times I can read some of the books we have. Lets just say there are several stories L can "read" because he has memorized them. <br />
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Above are a few pics, for some reason we have only taken instagram/iphone photos int he last 5 months...First is L listening to the baby with Babkas stethoscope, next is L being a "helicopter pilot", then L at Fairyland on the train in his new hat, and last is L with his friend being utterly adorable together.<br />
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<br />Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-2366424929872787462012-11-03T12:35:00.001-07:002012-11-03T12:35:18.307-07:002nd verse- same as the first?So I'm in the second trimester- and it's still pretty rough. I'm almost 15 weeks and was really hoping the nausea and overall weak feeling would be gone. I have been able to attend L's preschool more frequently, which I love. And I am a little less nauseated, but if I don't get enough rest, or move around too quickly- puking happens. I think I can say this pregnancy is harder then the last. I was working 32 hrs a week and commuting 1 hr each day and I was able to do it after the first week of nausea hell. This time if I had those same commitments I would be even more of a wreck then I already am.<br />
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I have been trying to eat a lot of protein and whole foods- when I can get them down I do feel better. A hardboiled egg with some avocado and a pinch of salt has been my go to breakfast. I still seem to need a starch to help with stomach acid, but I am so happy to not just be ingesting terrible grain based, sugar based foods. I have also been loving milk- which is insane since I do not like milk, we never drink it in our home for several reasons- but it's working for me right now and in the big scheme of things is healthier then some other stuff I can stomach.<br />
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Next week we may find out the sex of this baby- I hope I will get excited after that. This pregnancy has a lot more uncertainty then the last one; we might (I really want to) move into a better fitting home, insurance is horrendous, maternity leave is going to be harder as I am self employed, our renters may be moving out around the time the baby is due, birth options are a constant concern on my mind, and L has really been regressing with all the changes of me being so sick.<br />
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I'm so tired of being sick, I miss having energy, I miss exercise (I laugh at my previous ambitions of continuing to run into pregnancy- I'm lucky if I walk around on some days), and I want to have the same excited happiness I felt last pregnancy. Work is going well- I'm proud I have been able to hang on to that at least. I haven't missed a single appointment. I found another therapist to sublease my office a couple days that I do see patients, and possibly more days as I go on maternity leave. It's nice to know some of my expenses will be covered. <br />
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L was Buzz Lightyear for halloween. It was cute, he was pretty scared the skulls, blinking eye decorations, but he did go to a few houses and get some candy. At the first couple houses he tried to walk inside- it was cute, but I had to remind him that we only ring the doorbell and stay on the porch. I can't wait for Christmas, L is going to love it this year, and I BETTER feel better by then, or this uterus is seriously closed for business indefinitely...<br />
<br />Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01394642797079528415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540074188141075012.post-475292953482223902012-10-13T18:09:00.004-07:002012-10-13T18:13:54.271-07:001st Trimester NightmareThis is a giant whine/bitch fest....never before pregnant women, read at your own risk and know that not everyone feels this shitty.<br />
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I forgot how difficult the 1st trimester is. It's been about 6 weeks since I started feeling the "morning sickness", and although the peak of that seems to be ending, I am now being detained by incredibly painful headaches. I keep trying to figure out if this is how I felt with L (the headaches are for sure a new thing), or if it's worse, and also, when exactly did I get better. I know it did get better, the second trimester and most of the third weren't too bad. I had a lot of Braxton hicks contractions, but no nausea, and no pain that couldn't be helped with massage or a warm bath.<br />
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I guess I assumed since I was in better shape this time, I wouldn't suffer too much in the beginning. I guess having a toddler that does not think it's ok for mama to rest is probably not helping my case. <br />
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I want to be excited about this pregnancy, and I want to enjoy fall- I F*CKING love fall (the weather, the foods, the fun stuff to do with L). But I honestly feel like my life is on hold. I spend the days I can resting, laying down, drinking insane amounts of club soda (something about the carbonation stops me from vomiting it up). If I overdo it, I suffer the consequences...either some awesome puke session or a headache that brings me to tears. Chocolate helps the headaches though (maybe the combination of sugar and caffiene), learned that last night.<br />
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I have missed almost every day of L's preschool. D has been great and attending them all. I hate that I am not able to be there for L like I want. I get sh*t from some women who did not have difficult pregnancies saying I should just, "drink ginger ale, eat small meals, and force yourself to do things". It's frustrating, but ultimately they don't know what they are talking about because even the mildest birth control hormones cause vomiting in me (aka hormone changes and me are not friends), and there's a whole lot more hormone changes going on right now then in those ridiculous nuva rings (seriously lame invention imo). Then I also get the, "isn't there anything you can take, maybe your Dr. can prescribe something?" BS that some people try to pull on me. NOPE, don't feel like taking a drug that isn't considered extremely safe unless I am having serious consequences (loosing a lot of weight, dehydrated, can't keep anything down). I would rather alter my life, take it as easy as I can, then pop a pill that probably wont be very effective and cause a slew of shitty side effects (main one being really bad constipation- so yes shitty). <br />
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It's been hard to keep a positive outlook after 6 weeks though. It's exactly why people with chronic pain and illness have an incredibly high rate of also suffering from depression. It's as if something is constantly weighing you down. <br />
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This week D and I will be meeting with a homebirth midwife. We haven't decided if this is the route for us, but I need to find out if it's even a possibility for us. I had high blood pressure the last couple weeks of my pregnancy with L, so maybe that alone risks me out. I need to know that it's not an option for me to be able to commit to a hospital birth. I actually really like my Dr, and if she would be there for my birth, I would have much less hesitation. But she wont be- well she is on call once a week for a 12 hr shift....so basically I can't count on it. But money is also a factor- homebirth plus a transfer if needed is A LOT of money. And then there's all the VBAC things to worry about. <br />
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Side note: I was reading <strike>some</strike> a lot of birth stories; over and over women say contractions felt like really bad menstrual cramps...mine so did not feel like that, if they had I would have rocked my labor. My contractions felt like a bomb was exploding all over my uterus and ripping me apart...I really need a new game plan for dealing with that this time.<br />
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This week we will also have our NT ultrasound. I'm all for screenings, it's important for me to know about the health of this baby. I don't think there will be any concerns, but I'm looking forward to the high resolution ultrasound- I need something about this pregnancy to get enjoyable really quick.<br />
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I keep wondering about the gender of this baby- a lot of pressure from friends, family to have a girl- ok guys, I'll get on that! Honestly, I would like a girl, but not for the reason that I wouldn't want a boy. I want a girl for the reason that it will be easier to not have any more children if I choose not to. Basically that concept started due to how difficult this pregnancy has been. I always wanted 3 kids, maybe 4- but now I just want to never experience this ever again. This 1st trimester hasn't been far from a nightmare and has even taken me to some dark places.<br />
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Hopefully things will get better soon. Of course there will be the first kicks, finding out the sex, actually looking pregnant- not bloated, organizing newborn stuff.......bring on that second trimester!<br />
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