Shortly after coming home from the hospital things started going down hill really fast.
I felt so great in the hospital that on day 2 I asked doctors and staff to let me go home early. I was walking wonderfully, virtually no pain at all - which is really saying something considering I had just had an emergency cesarean - I had a 2.5 year old that really needed to be back home with him mommy! I was ready. The doctor agreed as soon as I asked and we were off.
We got home and everyone was there waiting. Our immediate family, which is roughly 20 people, were all there to see the baby. We decided to order a pizza for everyone. I ate 1 piece and immediately became very very ill. My stomach started cramping so badly that I immediately went and lied down in bed fighting back the tears.
By 2am that morning, I was vomiting uncontrollably. You think coughing is scary after a c-section? Try vomiting!! It was horrible. I ended up in the emergency room, with my newborn in tow. Basically we realized I had not used the restroom since the Thursday PRIOR to having Bransen! I was so blocked up that I had become ill.
All in all, it took over 8 days to be able to use the restroom.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Labor Pains
It has been awhile - I know.
I finally did get knocked up :) I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy not more than 17 days ago! And while gorgeous and wonderful, his birth has brought me back to you. My non exisistant readers. My outlet. My therapy.
Where to start...The pregnancy? The delivery? The after math? So much material, so little time.
Let me start with the after math since that is the most recent and fresh in my mind and maybe we will talk a bit about the pregnancy at another time.
After a less than enjoyable pregnancy and a very difficult delivery, I was so happy laying in the hospital bed, cut from hip to hip, bleeding profusely and acky, happy just to be alive, holding my baby boy and not to be doubled over in pain. I was so surprised at how great I felt actually. I kept commenting to my husband and the hospital staff how amazingly good I felt. I was up walking around easily within 24 hours of an emergancy ceserean. I was relativly well rested, I was feeling good emotionally and I was feeling virtually painless considering the ordeal my body had just went through.
After Day 1, I asked the staff to cut off all pain medication! I just was on a mommy high! Feeling great! I had no idea that my cloud was about to have a horrible crash.
I was feeling so wonderful that I convinced my doctor to allow me to go home on day 2. He agreed (I am not sure which one of us was more stupid) and I was home before the clock hit 48 hours.
Still feeling great, the whole family came over to see us bring baby Bransen home and to see his big brother see him and love him at home for the first time. We ordered a pizza (mistake number 1) and all sat down to enjoy the company and food. I ate one slice and immediately began to feel horrible. My stomach hurt so bad, I swear it was worse than both of my labors. I was lying on my bed in tears, wondering where this was coming from. It didn't take long before we realized I was one seriously constipated girl. I failed to realize that I hadn't actually used the restroom since the day BEFORE I had my son. All in all, it was 8 days before I was able to go again. I couldn't eat because I would vomit everything up that I consumed. Have you ever had to sneeze or cough after a c-section? Know how scary that is? Try vomitting for 4 days straight!!! Oh the fun!
It was the worse 8 days of my life! I was in so much pain. So miserable. I am sad to say that that experience really has put some very serious doubt in my mind about whether I want to do this again.
I just don't think I can.
I finally did get knocked up :) I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy not more than 17 days ago! And while gorgeous and wonderful, his birth has brought me back to you. My non exisistant readers. My outlet. My therapy.
Where to start...The pregnancy? The delivery? The after math? So much material, so little time.
Let me start with the after math since that is the most recent and fresh in my mind and maybe we will talk a bit about the pregnancy at another time.
After a less than enjoyable pregnancy and a very difficult delivery, I was so happy laying in the hospital bed, cut from hip to hip, bleeding profusely and acky, happy just to be alive, holding my baby boy and not to be doubled over in pain. I was so surprised at how great I felt actually. I kept commenting to my husband and the hospital staff how amazingly good I felt. I was up walking around easily within 24 hours of an emergancy ceserean. I was relativly well rested, I was feeling good emotionally and I was feeling virtually painless considering the ordeal my body had just went through.
After Day 1, I asked the staff to cut off all pain medication! I just was on a mommy high! Feeling great! I had no idea that my cloud was about to have a horrible crash.
I was feeling so wonderful that I convinced my doctor to allow me to go home on day 2. He agreed (I am not sure which one of us was more stupid) and I was home before the clock hit 48 hours.
Still feeling great, the whole family came over to see us bring baby Bransen home and to see his big brother see him and love him at home for the first time. We ordered a pizza (mistake number 1) and all sat down to enjoy the company and food. I ate one slice and immediately began to feel horrible. My stomach hurt so bad, I swear it was worse than both of my labors. I was lying on my bed in tears, wondering where this was coming from. It didn't take long before we realized I was one seriously constipated girl. I failed to realize that I hadn't actually used the restroom since the day BEFORE I had my son. All in all, it was 8 days before I was able to go again. I couldn't eat because I would vomit everything up that I consumed. Have you ever had to sneeze or cough after a c-section? Know how scary that is? Try vomitting for 4 days straight!!! Oh the fun!
It was the worse 8 days of my life! I was in so much pain. So miserable. I am sad to say that that experience really has put some very serious doubt in my mind about whether I want to do this again.
I just don't think I can.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Today is the day. Today is the day I start to spend money to have a child. Today is the day I don't just have sex, I have procedures. Today is the day when we go from "trying" to impatient. This my friends is the start of a war...
I didn't intend to start this big old battle. I just wanted to have a kid. That's it. I wanted my son to have a sibling. I wanted my house to be systematically distroyed by sticky little finger
I didn't intend to start this big old battle. I just wanted to have a kid. That's it. I wanted my son to have a sibling. I wanted my house to be systematically distroyed by sticky little finger
Friday, June 27, 2008
Blogfield - a blog about nothing
I was reading Diablo Cody's blog the other day and she mentioned her dislike for mommy blogs. I can't remember what super clever name she called them, I am sure it was terribly witty and cute but try as I might, I can not find it nor remember. Just as well. It is making me self conscience about writing here. Yeah, I know I shouldn't be. Because of the one's to two's of people that read this it really doesn't matter but still it is in the back of my head whenever I sit down to write. I don't always have a topic in mind so sometimes I just sit here and think about all the things that happened lately and see what strikes me.
Being the work at home mom that I am, the majority of my day is made up by things with,for or about my son. Hey, I'd love to get a job as a stripper and write about it every night but I don't think they have an adequate daycare program. So I'd have to rely on Candy or Amber or whatever stripper-y named girl is there to watch him, and lord knows what he would come home saying after a few minutes with those girls!
Being the work at home mom that I am, the majority of my day is made up by things with,for or about my son. Hey, I'd love to get a job as a stripper and write about it every night but I don't think they have an adequate daycare program. So I'd have to rely on Candy or Amber or whatever stripper-y named girl is there to watch him, and lord knows what he would come home saying after a few minutes with those girls!
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Life's Lessons
I took my son to the park today with a few other mommies. They were commenting on how well my son spoke and followed direction, when just a few days ago my husband and I were having a conversation about how some other child spoke so much clear and had such a better vocabulary than our son.
It was so nice to hear these wonderful things about my son, but at the same time it has made me realize, I was putting to much thought into it in the first place. My son is not going to go into college speaking in a nasally, unintelligible speech. He is not going to walk out of his dorm room and announce he is poop'y...repetitively! It is only a matter of time before these "issues" start to correct themselves. He doesn't need me to worry about those things. Instead, there are things in his life that only I can teach him. Those are the things I should be focused on. The things that he is not going to learn from anyone else, but me.
Unconditional love. The honest but loving support only a parent can give. How to be a gentleman. How to treat a lady. How to make up for a mistake. How to be a kind and loving father. Only I can ensure he has a positive self esteem. That he has confidence in himself. That he is a good person. That he is an honest person. Respectful. That he has faith in people. That he recognizes the good in everybody and treats everyone with respect and kindness. That he stands up for others and can stand up for himself. Only I can teach him to take criticism as a gift and not an attack. And only I can teach him what it feel like to be in a safe, loving and supportive home. And only I can give him the freedom to discover the world and grow in his own time.
That is what is important! and nothing else.
I am so grateful for that lesson today. I am even more touched that the mommy that gave me that valuable lesson didn't even mean to. She was just being a mom, a friend, and probably a worrier.
It was so nice to hear these wonderful things about my son, but at the same time it has made me realize, I was putting to much thought into it in the first place. My son is not going to go into college speaking in a nasally, unintelligible speech. He is not going to walk out of his dorm room and announce he is poop'y...repetitively! It is only a matter of time before these "issues" start to correct themselves. He doesn't need me to worry about those things. Instead, there are things in his life that only I can teach him. Those are the things I should be focused on. The things that he is not going to learn from anyone else, but me.
Unconditional love. The honest but loving support only a parent can give. How to be a gentleman. How to treat a lady. How to make up for a mistake. How to be a kind and loving father. Only I can ensure he has a positive self esteem. That he has confidence in himself. That he is a good person. That he is an honest person. Respectful. That he has faith in people. That he recognizes the good in everybody and treats everyone with respect and kindness. That he stands up for others and can stand up for himself. Only I can teach him to take criticism as a gift and not an attack. And only I can teach him what it feel like to be in a safe, loving and supportive home. And only I can give him the freedom to discover the world and grow in his own time.
That is what is important! and nothing else.
I am so grateful for that lesson today. I am even more touched that the mommy that gave me that valuable lesson didn't even mean to. She was just being a mom, a friend, and probably a worrier.
Sqwak Sqwak
When my son was an infant, I would look at him lying in his own poo, drooling on himself and think, "I can't wait until he is older and able to interact a bit." Then he got a bit older and would babble just a bit, but the drool and poo was still the same. I thought to myself, "I can't wait til he is older and can talk and stand and do those adorable things we all see toddlers do". Now he is older, he is learning new words everyday and can definitely walk around and do those adorable things that we see all toddlers do.
But the toddler stage has brought on a whole new revelation. I now know I have not given birth to a human child, rather a parrot! Every thing I say and do all day long is repeated back to me. All those little quirks you have, those ones you do without really knowing it? They are repeated back to me all day long!
It would seem that when I am working around the house and I become a bit frustrated I tend to make a growling noise. So guess what I get to hear all day long?!?! The low soothing growls of my son. ALL DAY! Oh I can't wait until I drop the F bomb and get to hear that repeated back to me. I know my husband is anxious to hear that.
But the toddler stage has brought on a whole new revelation. I now know I have not given birth to a human child, rather a parrot! Every thing I say and do all day long is repeated back to me. All those little quirks you have, those ones you do without really knowing it? They are repeated back to me all day long!
It would seem that when I am working around the house and I become a bit frustrated I tend to make a growling noise. So guess what I get to hear all day long?!?! The low soothing growls of my son. ALL DAY! Oh I can't wait until I drop the F bomb and get to hear that repeated back to me. I know my husband is anxious to hear that.
Friday, March 21, 2008
It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere
Remember back when cracking open a beer at 1 o'clock in the afternoon and relaxing made you "fun to hang out with" and "kicked back"? Yeah, well apparently you add a kid to the equation and all the sudden you've gone from, "fun to hang" with to, "Bad Mommy, call CPS"!
Now of course I would never get smashed with my kid at home, but I tell you what. Some days it is a harder rule to follow then others.
It amazes me how one little 5 o'clock wake up scream from my kid can take me from, "Lets have 5 more" to "lets have one less!" Seriously! I really do want more kids. I swear I do. I swear to you I would be a good mom. But I'll be honest with you. If that clock doesn't start with a 7 or higher I am not happy. And if it should have a 5 anywhere in there, I am PISSED!!!!
Do you know that in other countries, poorer countries then ours by far, women have maids and nanny's! Seriously even the lower class families have at least a maid. WTH! I can't even get a freakin' pee brake and some bitch in a third world country has a freak'n maid! Ok, yeah, so she has to go out and pick some five hundred acre farm field by herself and then carry home a dead cow on her back for dinner, but SHE has a maid to sweep her compacted dirt floor for her! I can't even get my husband to scrub is own leftovers out of the toilet when he is done. Oh and God forbid he use the aerosol can!! I bought a manly scent damn it!! NOW USE IT!......fresh linen's is manly, right?
Now of course I would never get smashed with my kid at home, but I tell you what. Some days it is a harder rule to follow then others.
It amazes me how one little 5 o'clock wake up scream from my kid can take me from, "Lets have 5 more" to "lets have one less!" Seriously! I really do want more kids. I swear I do. I swear to you I would be a good mom. But I'll be honest with you. If that clock doesn't start with a 7 or higher I am not happy. And if it should have a 5 anywhere in there, I am PISSED!!!!
Do you know that in other countries, poorer countries then ours by far, women have maids and nanny's! Seriously even the lower class families have at least a maid. WTH! I can't even get a freakin' pee brake and some bitch in a third world country has a freak'n maid! Ok, yeah, so she has to go out and pick some five hundred acre farm field by herself and then carry home a dead cow on her back for dinner, but SHE has a maid to sweep her compacted dirt floor for her! I can't even get my husband to scrub is own leftovers out of the toilet when he is done. Oh and God forbid he use the aerosol can!! I bought a manly scent damn it!! NOW USE IT!......fresh linen's is manly, right?
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