Sunday, October 22, 2006


Create Your Own!
Here it is, the long awaited mini-story of who I am:


Create Your Own!

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Has your baby every been sick? I mean, REALLY sick? For those that answered yes, it's a weird experience. Growing up, I had terrible asthma. I was sick, a LOT. I never knew how my mom felt every night when she'd sleep with me in my bed for fear I would stop breathing in the middle of the night. I think I may have taken her for granted. Who, other than your mother would sleep in your little twin bed with you when you're horribly sick? Now I understand.

Last night we had a bit of a scare. Spencer's been sick for a couple of weeks, but it's mostly been a snotty nose and a cough. But last night he spike a fever of 103.7. We gave him a bath to try and cool him down after giving him a dose of tylenol. Besides, if nothing else, he LOVES his baths. So after a little while he started to cough as if he was going to throw up. Sure enough, he vomitted, and kept on vomitting. He was so scared. It was so hard to watch. We took him to the ER.

After the MOST horrifying x-ray possible... (they set the baby upright with his legs straddling a seat, raise him arms up and lock him in with a plastic tube wrapped around his body. I'd never seen him actually really scared. It was so hard to watch)... Turns out he has pneumonia. Too bad the doctor didn't try and diagnose it when we went in to the doctor early last week.

Anyway, my baby is still asleep and all I can do is pray he is healed. Not to mention the fact that today is his birthday party. What a bummer, huh?

Thursday, October 12, 2006


A year ago today I pushed a 10 pound, 4 ounce baby out of my vagina.

It's my son's first birthday today and all I can think about is how much pain I was in exactly a year ago. So I'm sorry, but I'm going to "reminisce" for a moment. Like many of you new mommies out there, when I was in labor I fell victim to what some might call the "devil." In other words, pitocin. After 8 hours of walking and 14 hours of labor I had dilated from 3 to 4 cm. So inevitibally the devil was pushed into my system. And me, thinking I could handle it without medication... Sure... I shaked uncontrollably from the horrific pain. I mean HORRIFIC. If you haven't given birth naturally, I encourage you to do it! You'll never be the same. Ever since my son was born, I've never looked at pain the same. You could probably cut my finger off and I'd be totally fine because all I would have to do is remember the pain of child birth and it puts everything into perspective.

So anyway, back to birth... One episotome, 3 tears, a face full of broken blood vessels, (as you can see above) and 22 minutes later, out came my little man. Well, not SO little. But littler than say, uh, a baby elephant. I was aghast to find out that my 7-8 pound baby that was promised to me by my doctor turned out to be 10 pounds and 4 ounces. It's not even like he was in there too long. He was only one day late. And at my 5'6" 140 pound stature, that's a pretty HUGE baby. Maybe it was all the protein shakes and extra vitamins I took whilst pregnant.

I have to say though, the coolest part about childbirth was after his head was out. It was the neatest feeling when the rest of his body came out. I could feel each of his arms and legs inside of me as the passed through. It was absolutely amazing. It's kind of like when you're pregnant and the baby kicks you or puts his arm or butt somewhere you don't want it to be. But when that happens, you can't REALLY tell what body part it is. But as he was coming out of me, I could tell exactly what body part was where. It was wicked cool.

Afterwards the doctor stitched me up while I held my new baby boy. There is one thing I would definitely change about the whole hospital experience... well, the stuff that was sort of in my control. After I was all stitched up and the nurses were cleaning Spencer, the family rushed in. My mom, my dad, my husband's mom and dad. That's the one thing I would have like to have changed. As soon as he was clean and weighed, they gave him to the grandparents. I really wished I could have had more time with just me, my husband and our new son. I wanted more time to bond immdediately after. I mean, I had plenty of time later, but it's that first hour I really wish I could have back. I guess there's always next time.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006



So lately I've been reminiscing about last year at this time and what it felt like to be unbearably uncomfortably 9 months pregnant. You know what I'm talking about. You can be in the most comfortable position you thougth possible and still feel absolutely horrible. No matter what you do that baby is going to find a way to shove it's foot/arm/head/butt somewhere you don't want it to be. And I don't know about you, but I had the worst heartburn. It was brutal. We put cinder blocks under the head of the bead so we could sleep at more of an angle, which definitely helped... that and about 5-8 tums each night.

Sidenote: I've been really wanting to have another baby lately. But as I'm sitting here reading what I'm writing, I'm having second thoughts. ;)

It's funny how the whole time I was pregnant all I could think about was that there was this amazing creature inside of me that looked a little like me and a little like my husband (turns out a LOT like my husband and nearly nothing like me). And then out of no where, this rush of panic came over me about a week before Spencer was born. HOW THE HELL IS THIS GOING TO COME OUT OF ME?!?!!

Tuesday, October 10, 2006



I've been pooped on. More than once. The very first time my baby boy, Spencer, who will be ONE on Thursday, was only a couple weeks old. Everytime we'd lay him down to sleep, he'd wake up and one whole side of him would be soaking wet. My husband and I thought he was hot and sweating through his clothes. We decided to take his temperature to make sure he wasn't sick. The easiest way to do this is in the butt. So we stripped him down and I held him as my husband put the thermometer you know where. Within seconds Spencer projectile pooped all over us. Fortunately it was back in the day before his poop stank. But it was the first of many pooped on experiences.

Turned out later that he was just peeing out the top of his diaper...