Thursday, August 30, 2012

3 months!

Happy three months to my amazing Little Man, Langston!

Time has flown by since you came into my world. I can't believe how much you've grown, and how much you've already accomplished. You're only three months, but you think you're going on twelve! You continue to make my life complete each and every day.



I am so thankful to be your mama. Love you always.


Balancing hobbies and baby

So the Little Man has just started on rice cereal. It's only been about 3 days, but he's picked up rather quickly and loves it. Instead of opening his mouth for it, he just dives his face straight into the spoon. Such a sight to see! With that being said, my sweet baby boy is now sleeping through the night, and my ongoing overnight Grey's Anatomy marathon has come to a halt. Not that I'm necessarily complaining, because this mama is enjoying sleep again but I do miss the routine I had going.

So my big question is: How do you balance your hobbies and your baby?

Before Langston was born, I was an avid crocheter. Although I have a slight problem with starting a new project before I even finish the other one, I still love it. It's so calming, and rhythmic. I've spent countless hours going at it, double crochet after double crochet. Enter baby Langston, and the hooky time has stopped! I'm a huge fan of Lucy over at Attic24. She's a mother of 3, and manages to create these absolutely divine blankets, and other sweet little projects. I have no idea how she does it, but it's a skill that I'm looking to acquire.

I work full time, so in the evenings it's feeding, bathing, playing, and getting Little Man to sleep. Once that's done, it's bottle washing time along with dinner, ironing my clothes for the following day and showering. Not much time to squeeze in any hooky at all. On the weekends, I'm more interested in soaking up every minute I can with Lang, and then it's back to Monday for the same routine all over again. So once again, How do I balance my hobbies and my baby boy? Well, I guess I'm just going to have to make the time. Time with Langston is my priority, but while he's napping I need to take advantage and have a little Me time also.




Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Birth Story

So even though I gave birth about 3 months ago, it's never too late for a good birth story.

For starters, I don't believe in birth plans. They will never go your way. You know, Murphy's law kind of thing? I knew as I inched towards my due date that I would just have to go with the flow. This helped out pretty well when I was told that the safest thing for me and baby, would be to have a C section. I really wanted a vaginal birth, and it was important to me as a woman, to actually birth my child but obviously that didn't happen.


The day before my C section


We got to the hospital right on time at 7:30am and I changed into my gown, and got strapped up with my fetal monitor gear. My stomach was twisted up with nerves, and the sounds of the baby's heartbeat filling the room was a constant reminder that his arrival was right around the corner. My nurse wheeled me into the OR, where she helped the anesthesiologist prep me for my epidural. She was extremely kind, and loaded me up with warm blanket, a pillow and her shoulders to lean on while I got The Needle. The epidural was uncomfortable, but not terrible. The anesthesiologist warned me that it would set in quickly, and to try and keep calm when I realized I was numb. It was the strangest feeling. I remember looking down at the nurse picking up and bending one of my knee's, and in my head I was thinking, "who's leg is that?" Obviously it was mine, but you get the idea.

And then it was time! The blue curtain went up and my doctor arrived. He leaned over the curtain asking how I was doing, and I said fine. He responded with "I'm pinching you with the clamps right now, can you feel it?" Not. A. Thing. That was even weirder. So they began, and I waited patiently, wondering how long it would take. Not five minutes later did I start to feel the pressure. It started out slight, and I could tell by the movement of the curtain that they were tugging and pulling. And then it became a little overwhelming. The pressure I felt was exactly as they'd described it, like an elephant was sitting on my chest. But then I heard that cry, and that's when my own tears came. I looked to my right and there he was, as beautiful as ever. All of the sonogram pictures I had up until that point, and there he was in real life.

Immediately following his removal, I had some intense chest pain. The anesthesiologist noticed my discomfort and injected some medicine into my IV which put me into Wonderland with Alice for a while, but it wore off and soon I was all stitched up. Langston rode with me back into the recovery room where his bed was right next to mine. My biggest fear was that after having a C section, they would keep the baby while I was in recovery. I was so relieved that this hospital kept him with me at all times, even giving him his first bath in the room with me.



Eventually we made our way up to the room, where we spent a couple sleepless nights until we got to leave and go to the comfort of our own home.



Monday, August 27, 2012

Big belly, big love. What I miss about pregnancy


Having a baby has probably been my biggest accomplishment in life. The entire process of it all was such a great experience. There were so many things that I thought would weird me out about pregnancy, like the growing belly (and The Belly Button), feeling the baby move, and especially delivery. But there were actually a lot of things that I loved, and dare I say maybe even missed?

The First Kick
Once I hit 20 weeks, everyone constantly asked me if I had felt the baby move yet. I always said "no, I don't think so." And they would tell me "Oh, I'm sure you have, you probably thought it was just gas." No, they were completely wrong. When I felt the baby move for the first time, there was no mistaking it. I laughed out loud. It was the best feeling in the entire world. (That soon changed when I hit 40 weeks, and every move my 8 pound 14 oz baby made, had me feeling like a human punching bag).

The Skin
Plain and simple, I had not ONE pimple my entire pregnancy. It was glorious.

Maternity Clothes
Am I weird for loving maternity clothes? I surely can't be the only one. They're incredibly comfortable, and I even admit that I still wear my maternity leggings. Don't judge me!

The Hair
Not the hair on my head, but my leg hair completely stopped growing. I'm not sure if this happens to everyone, but I was in no way complaining.

The Birth/Delivery
I was extremely nervous about Langston's birth, and especially so since I was having a C section (I'll save that story for another post...). Although you're completely numb, you still feel them pulling the baby out. Langston started to cry when only his head was out. It was gurgled, but it was there, and once his whole body came out he started wailing. I don't think I've ever been so emotional. It was overwhelming, and absolutely beautiful.

Some women hate being pregnant. And although it is tiring, and tough on the body, I'm not one of them. I would do it 4 or 5 more times ;)





Monday, August 20, 2012

parenting styles, and why I don't have to choose just one


Although I'm very new to the parenting world, I feel bombarded by the "what parenting style are you following" fad. As if I didn't already feel like I was being judged by how I change a diaper, or how long I breastfed, now you want to know how I'm going to raise my kid. Well, it's called my way. It's a sweet little concoction made up of attachment parenting, some helicopter parenting, a dash of authoritative parenting, a whole lot of instinctive parenting, and maybe even a pinch of permissive parenting.

Why does everyone feel the need to pigeon-hole themselves into one specific style? I'm not so sure. They all have their advantages and disadvantages, so why not mix and match and make up one that suits you? How can I cosleep and babywear, hover over my infant, set rules and structure, do what comes naturally, and be a friend? Easily, I just can. There's no rule book to it all. So, while I lean towards some more than the others, I'm not going to judge the other women who are hardcore over one style, and one style only. I'm almost positive we'll all end up with some pretty good kids on our hands.

So I guess I'll consider myself a babywearing, cosleeping, overprotective, rule making, 
fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of mama. Got a problem with it? Tough :)




Thursday, August 16, 2012

things I swore I'd never do as a mama - Part 1


I've always said "I'll never do that when I'm a mom" and before that I always said "I'm never having kids"

Well, I've proved myself wrong on both of those statements. I certainly had a kid, and I certainly do do that, now that I'm a mom. From pacifiers to gowns, here are all those "things" I swore I'd never do....

1. The Dress
Okay, so technically I believe the term is "night gown" but seriously, what's the difference? I wasn't having a girl, I was having a little man, and there was no way my guy was going to wear a dress. Wrong. After a 2 hour cluster feeding at 3am, I broke down and cut corners. I traded his snap up bodysuit for a dress with elastic around the bottom. Anything to make life a tiny bit easier at 4am sounded great..even a gown.

2. Co Sleeping
Co Sleeping? No way, not me. My baby will be in his crib from the start. Wrong again. He started out in a pack n play next to the bed. With my C-section incision, I needed him nearby and that seemed to be an ok alternative in my eyes. Then the attachment began, and I hated the thought of him being away from me. Now, it's me and baby Lang, co sleeping (safely) away. We love it.

3. The "Binky"
I never had a pacifier, nor did my sister, or her daughter. I was not giving my baby that dreaded thing that covered half of their precious face. Wrong, wrong, wrong. My kid was, and is a sucker. I relented to the pacifier, and realized that some babies just like to suck. I can live with that.

4. Baby Talk
I couldn't stand to hear people goo goo gaga to their babies all the time. Is it necessary to talk to your child like that? The answer: Yes. Well, I don't know the actual answer to that question, but in my own opinion, absolutely. The truth is, it's impossible not to engage in baby talk when interacting with your baby, it just happens. Their faces light up, and they respond to it. I may look like a fool, but I've got one happy baby because of it.







Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Is this real life?

Langston officially slept through the night.

Okay, so it only happened once, but it was glorious.
I did absolutely nothing different than every other night, but somehow, it just happened. After bath and jammie time, I fed him the usual 6 ounces with the lights dimmed and he drifted off to sleep by 10pm. I soon followed and  the next thing I know, I wake up and check the clock and it's 6am. Six o'clock am! It never looked so beautiful.

In the nights that followed, he was back to getting up once a night at 2:30am. Not that I'm complaining, though. I consider myself a very lucky mama to have a baby that only wakes up once a night. He gets a full belly, and I get to continue my ongoing Grey's Anatomy marathon on Netflix. It's a win-win.

I don't really think there's a trick to getting your baby to sleep through the night. Breastfed vs. formula fed, cloth diapers vs. disposable, I'm pretty sure it's all up to baby.

As much as I'd love a full nights sleep, how could I choose sleep over that cute face?