Monthly Archives: October 2012

today: 10.31.12 …

I guess you could say I’m a little grouchy today. It’s a combination of things, not all of which are appropriate to post for all to see. This too shall pass.

We’ve all been up since just before 5 am – she woke up crying hysterically and wouldn’t tell me why. Believe you me, it’ll make for a fabulous day for her. (That was a joke … in case you couldn’t tell!)

It’s the first day back to work for my husband since Hurricane/Tropical Storm/Superstorm Sandy, aka Frankenstorm, rolled through. We were incredibly lucky – no power outage for us, and only one board damaged on our fence. 3 trees will need to come down (Well, one already has …), but that’s about it!

I had planned to attend the Halloween party at work … but given the lack of sleep last night, I’m not sure that’s the best idea. In fact, I just found out it’s been postponed because of the storm. Decision made, guilt free! Yes!

He’s been difficult to feed this morning. Seems we’re back to a ridiculously frequent feeding schedule again, as well. Yippee.

She’s in a good mood so far. She’s watched Nick Jr., colored and put stickers on paper for Dada, and had some cereal – Cap’n Crunch’s Crunch Berries mixed with Cocoa Puffs. Don’t ask. She was more interested in it once it had become mush. Ick.

She was upset with Dada for not taking her drawings to work with him.

He’s smiled at me a handful of times this morning – and that always makes me smile.

I’m wishing I had some time to myself. Having a newborn, and being the primary person responsible for that newborn, means you lose part of yourself – at least for me. Aside from a trip out of the house maybe once a week with only the 3 year old, I don’t get free time away from him. Some days it’s much harder on me, and today is one of them. A project I’ve been wanting to work on is weighing heavy on me … but it seems it’ll continue to weigh on me. It’s easier done in blocks of time … blocks that I just don’t have.

I just finished writing birthdays, anniversaries, and known appointments in my 2013 planner. I love getting organized!

I need to brush my teeth.

Trick or treating tonight? I doubt it. Does that make me a bad parent? It’s cold. We’re tired. I’m having a bad day. And I slacked a bit on a costume for her, though I could pull something together. Besides, it’s my husband’s late day. Of all days …

Ironically, I just received an email from my dental office reminding me of my appointment in a few weeks. Better go brush my teeth.

what to expect.

Another post I wrote months ago (4/3/12) and didn’t publish … here it is!

Earlier today, we learned that a close friend of my husband’s and his fabulous wife are expecting their first child. In his email, the dad-to-be asked for advice. Naturally, that got me thinking about what advice I would offer as a parent of one (Er, now two …). Here are just a few of the things on my list …

  • Expect to love like you’ve never loved before. Your love for your child will surpass any type of love you’ve ever felt. I know you can’t imagine now, but you’ll see.
  • Expect to laugh every day. Well, almost every day!
  • When your child runs to you, arms outstretched and calling out to you, expect to fight back tears. You’ll feel an amazing sense of pride when they start saying “mama” or “dada,” when they curl up next to you on the couch, and when they first say, “I love you” without being prompted. You’ll feel just as proud when they first say “thank you” without prompting and when they share a hug or a favorite toy with a friend.
  • Expect to be imperfect. You’ll learn to pick your battles. There are times in which you won’t compromise, but also more than enough times that you’ll give in, even though you always said you wouldn’t. Believe me, they’ll be just fine as long as you find some balance.
  • Babies are by no means easy, but with that first smile or the first mention of ‘mama’ or ‘dada,’ you’ll melt. The sleepless nights will end, though don’t be alarmed if it’s much, much later than you ever expected it to be. You’ll sleep through the night again, I promise.
  • There will be days when you won’t feel like yourself. As I said and as you’ve likely heard from others, this is hard, and many times you won’t get the break you so badly need. Tomorrow’s a new day, and a fresh start usually cures things. I’ve still not learned the art of asking for help, but if you’re the type that can, do yourself a favor and ask – you’re no less of a parent for doing so. Just be specific in what you need – people can’t figure out what you need, so tell them! (Hey self, LISTEN to this!)
  • Your house will be filled with more toys than is even fathomable. It’s okay to donate the ones they don’t play with … the ones without a story. Hang on to the ones that are full of memories – at least for a little while.
  • Take lots and lots of pictures! Your memories alone will fade, but with pictures, you’ll be able to relive those precious memories. Most of what I remember of our daughter’s early days are things we captured in a photograph. Don’t forget those little and imperfect moments – messy faces from their favorite food, dirty hands while helping outside, crazy hair, play clothes, and all. They might not be the most glamorous photos, but they represent who they are, and these photos will be even more precious than the posed photos years from now.

I could go on for days, and perhaps I’ll write a post in the future continuing this list. I’ve heard people say it before and I say it myself, as well – being a parent is not only the hardest role I’ve ever filled, but also the most rewarding. It’s one I wouldn’t trade for the world!

this crazy road …

Looks like I wrote this post on 9/21/12 … and didn’t publish it. So that it doesn’t sit in my Drafts folder, here it is … albeit a little late!

I didn’t know any different. I had no reason to think that carrying you would be any different than carrying your big sister. Sure, they say every pregnancy is different, and while I believed that, I didn’t ever imagine they’d be polar opposites.

Yes, your sister made me quite sick, and for 4 or so weeks longer than you did. But other than that, she was an absolute breeze. There was heartburn off and on for the last month or so, and swelling in the final month, as well. But truly, that was about it.

You, on the other hand, have pushed the limits at times! It started out as the usual morning sickness, which made me think you were a girl. In fact, I was convinced!

Next, it was the “lump in my throat” feeling, which turned out to be nearly 8 weeks of acid reflux. That happened twice more, though the subsequent incidents were notably shorter.

If I’m remembering correctly, the acid reflux was followed by the rash from h*ll. You gave me that not only once, but twice! If I had to choose one thing that was the worst of all, this would be it. A month or so of the most awful bumpy, burning, itching, swollen mess I’ve ever seen. And nothing to relieve it.

Heartburn. Constantly. There may be a handful of days after April or May that you didn’t give me that.

Did you know I didn’t get a single stretch mark carrying your sister? Can’t say I wear the ‘no stretch mark’ badge proudly anymore!

The nights I’ve gotten up 2, 3 or even 4 times to empty my bladder. Sure, I had a few of those here and there with your sister, but certainly not every night.

I don’t know why you’ve decided that the space in the upper right side of my belly is where you’d most like to be situated, but you’ve hung out there almost exclusively for the last few months. My belly is always crooked, and certainly cramped at times! Oddly enough, your sister was always quite low – I never understood what people meant when they wanted their babies out of their ribs. I get it now!

And please don’t even get me started on the “baby’s measuring big” scare. Who knows – you may very well be big. We haven’t met you yet! But I did a semi-low carb diet for a few months to try and help get you back in a more normal range. Who knows if that really worked or not, but I tried my best for both of us.

And here we are, two days from your expected date of arrival. I know, we’re still two days away, and it’s only a guesstimate after all, but there are so many of us that thought you’d be here by now – including my midwife.

But don’t think it’s been all bad. There’s so much joy to be had in carrying a baby the second time around. Far less anxiety, that’s for sure. And your frequent movement has been a bright spot in my day on countless occasions! Not to mention the size of my belly this time around. I feel like I’m carrying you quite differently than I did your sister, and I think I like it better this way.

strawberry soup …

Strawberry Soup That’s Strawberry Soup … or so she says. “Just eat it with the spoon, MaMum.”

It’s delicious … or so I say.

These are life’s moments – the simple things that I don’t want to forget. Bath time with her is precious. She loves her ducks – the ones we’ll replace tomorrow, as tonight’s were icky inside and went in the trash. Her fish have specific spots on the side of the bath. The bubbles from her hair have always gone into two or three cups until now. Now, they go on her hands and arms – but not on her Toy Story alien tattoo. Tonight I made funny faces and she laughed so hard she got hiccups. That’s a new one, too.

She serves up lunch and dinner – sometimes she has the chicken nuggets, french fries, pizza, and ice cream I request. She never has stink bug soup. “That’s gross, MaMum.” Right. Often times, she’s out of water, milk, lemonade and iced tea.

And that’s okay.

I’ll eat or drink anything from her kitchen as long as she keeps serving me. Tonight, I’ll eat Strawberry Soup with a spoon and drink the Carrot Soup she mixed up. And they’ll both be delicious.

These are life’s moments – the things I’ll forget if I don’t record them now.

So when I ask if she’s ready to get out, I don’t really mean it. I sit on the warm black granite floor hoping she’ll say no so I can tell her ‘One more time, okay?’

That’s all I really want – a million more ‘one more times’ just like this one.

review: annie & isabel hospital gown

By now you must know … baby K, whose first name is Kaden, has arrived! The stork delivered him one month ago on Saturday, September 22nd at 8:25 pm. He was a whopping 8 lbs. 13 oz. (Sheesh – my daughter was 7 lbs. 1 oz.!) and 21 inches long and he arrived in rapid fashion! We’re both doing well, and I’m proud to say that I had another awesome unmedicated delivery, this one better than the first! (I promise a short and sweet birth story soon, but let me just share this – I delivered this baby after only an hour of what I consider “real” pain, and delivered on my knees! It was absolute perfection – like a dream come true!)

Anyway, on to the reason I’m here. Some things are worth waiting for, and this just happens to be one of those things. Several years ago, I commented on a blog giveaway and won! For the record, I only enter giveaways if I really want what’s being given away, so when I won, I was over the moon excited.

What did I win?

An Annie & Isabel hospital gown! Little did I know that what I would receive in the end would be much more than a simple (Okay, these are anything but simple!) hospital gown – but more on that at the end.

I think I won the gown in late 2009 or early 2010. I knew we’d eventually have at least one more child, so I saved my gown, patiently waiting for my chance to wear it. When I got my chance, I couldn’t wait!

Kaden’s arrival was that chance!

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So did the gown live up to expectations? YES!!!

First, I got SO many compliments. The nurses raved about how cute the fabric was. My midwife loved it, as well. It was an all around win!

I decided to wear my gown immediately upon arrival – it was 7:30 in the evening when we arrived, and I knew I’d want to get into regular clothes the next day, so wearing the gown for delivery was my golden opportunity. Lucky for me, we were able to keep the gown clean, so I wore it through the night following delivery, as well. Score!

The fabric was super soft, which was nice for oh so many reasons. While I didn’t get the chance to walk around while in labor (Remember how I mentioned it was a lightning fast delivery? I meant it!), I know I would have been covered and completely comfortable without the need for two of those giant gowns like I wore while in labor with my first child! And it was perfectly accessible, allowing my midwife and the nurses to work as they needed.

Best of all, it made me feel so comfortable … and clean! No yucky, overused gown(s) for me. I loved the print, style, and feel.

kblog01 Would I recommend an Annie & Isabel gown? Without a doubt – and for reasons that go beyond the gown itself. These ladies are fabulous – you can find out more on the Annie & Isabel blog as well as on their Facebook page. They’re real, super sweet, and put their heart into what they do. To find company owners who truly care about the people on the receiving end of the products they make is rare – both Anna and Selena are just that type of person!

Wouldn’t an Annie & Isabel gown make a perfect gift for a friend or family member expecting a child or facing an upcoming hospital stay??? 🙂 I’m certain it’s a purchase you won’t regret – and a much appreciated gift!

Photos by Muddpics.