I barely have time to drink a cup of coffee in the morning, what with the lessons in sharing and such we get to start with from the moment my boys come downstairs in the morning. I run from here to there, addressing this need or that for 99% of the day. So it is a little confusing for me that I have started casting an envious eye towards my pregnant little sister.
I conceded the end of Baby Days while still pregnant with Baby Boy. Puking my way through another pregnancy while taking care of a kiddo was hard, trying to do that while taking care of two kiddos seemed insurmountable. Still from time to time I felt a strong desire for a #3. Then my Hubby did something really amazing. He stopped resisting, told me he could go either way and it was my decision to remake. Within 10 minutes of it being a real possibility I was once again cool with stopping where we were at.
Baby Boy's transition into stages has stopped being sad for me, and instead is an indication of exciting days in our future. Days without diapers and baby gates. Days where the kids are big enough for trips to Disneyland, or to be left with grandparents while Hubby and I take a kidless vacation, something we have never ever done together.
So why...why why why why why...do I feel the yearning for another little bundle of joy? I like sleeping at night and not being anyone's milk cow.
And seriously...am I going to go on this emotional roller coaster every time someone close to me has a baby?
Showing posts with label babies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label babies. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
well that moment passed
babbaby fever has abated...enjoying the ability to sleep at night and drink adult beverages.
Monday, May 26, 2008
baby fever
Ever since Madelyn was born all I can think about is babies! Ok...so that was only a few days ago. But long before that I was thinking about being pregnant again. It wasn't pointless fantasy -- hubby and I had/have a plan to get preggo later this year. I was mentally preparing myself for it.
Since seeing and holding a newborn it's been different.
Part of me has been balking at the idea of trying to raise 2 children. I would think back to how hard it was with Little Guy and imagine the responsibility of having a newborn and an older child at the same time. It seemed difficult beyond my capabilities.
But I had an epiphany of sorts this weekend: it would not be the same as when I had Little Guy.
The ways of babies are no longer strange and mysterious to me. I am well practiced at the baby arts - burping, feeding, diapering, rocking to sleep.
When I held my newborn Little Guy the task of caring for him seemed all consuming. When I held newborn Madelyn I realized that newborns are simple. Which isn't to say that the constant sleep deprivation isn't insanely hard to handle. Little Guy was a horrible napper, which meant Mommy didn't get much sleep.
I just can't help thinking that with all my Little Guy experience I would be so much better at it all now. That maybe it *is* feasible.
I'll hear from Nicole soon and she'll tell me that I'm full of crap and it's insanely difficult.
But for now the fever rages!
Since seeing and holding a newborn it's been different.
Part of me has been balking at the idea of trying to raise 2 children. I would think back to how hard it was with Little Guy and imagine the responsibility of having a newborn and an older child at the same time. It seemed difficult beyond my capabilities.
But I had an epiphany of sorts this weekend: it would not be the same as when I had Little Guy.
The ways of babies are no longer strange and mysterious to me. I am well practiced at the baby arts - burping, feeding, diapering, rocking to sleep.
When I held my newborn Little Guy the task of caring for him seemed all consuming. When I held newborn Madelyn I realized that newborns are simple. Which isn't to say that the constant sleep deprivation isn't insanely hard to handle. Little Guy was a horrible napper, which meant Mommy didn't get much sleep.
I just can't help thinking that with all my Little Guy experience I would be so much better at it all now. That maybe it *is* feasible.
I'll hear from Nicole soon and she'll tell me that I'm full of crap and it's insanely difficult.
But for now the fever rages!
Sunday, May 25, 2008
"If you've seen one placenta you've seen them all!"
On Friday afternoon I got to witness something really truly amazing -- the birth of my best friend's daughter.
My baby was delivered by c-section so this was in many ways a completely new experience.
When I arrived at the hospital it was 11 a.m. and Nicole was dilated to 5 cms (out of 10 for you newbies). She was having contractions and they were no joke, but she was handling them very well. I b.s.'d with her and her husband in between contractions ("New rule: shut up while I'm having contractions!").
By 11:30 she was pleading for an epidural. There was only one anesthesiologist and he was busy with a c-section so she would have to wait. Every contraction (and they were coming fast) Nicole asked about that epidural and we would keep telling her "Just 20 more min....just 17 more min..."
The nurse (who could do nothing to make the anesthesiologist come faster) hid at the nurses station. I went down to the gift shop and bought Nicole a small stuffed cat that I named "Labor Kitty" for her to squeeze instead of her husband's poor hand.
I should point out here that this was an induced labor -- Nicole was given a drug (Pitocen) that makes contractions come hard and fast. I have heard more than one Lamaze instructor (who are huge supporters of natural and drug free labor) admit that because of the nature of a Pitocen-induced labor an epidural is desirable.
In movies they always make labor scenes comedy. But the truth is that when the end stages are reached there's very little that is funny.
By 12:30 Nicole was begging pitifully for the anesthesiologist and I wanted to cry for her. I kept hoping that drug doctor would show up soon to make it all better, but Nicole already suspected something the rest of us didn't -- it was too late.
The anesthesiologist was finally on his way, but while the nurse readied the room Nicole admitted that she felt like she had to push. A quick check revealed that Nicole was fully dilated and past the point where an epidural could be administered.
Nicole didn't take the news well -- who could blame her?
Soon the doctor came in. "Don't cry," he said, "Have a baby!"
At 12:45 she started pushing, her husband holding her right hand and I holding her left. After just 5 min of pushing the doctor held up her baby girl!
I had no idea what would come next. I'm sure back in my own preggo days I knew...but the data has since been purged.
Nicole still had the placenta to deliver. I don't think I knew that this was nearly as painful as the main show itself. Sighs of relief -- it's all over. But no...here comes the 3rd circle of hell! Nicole needed stitches. Still all natural, no drugs. Imagine pushing a needle through the skin on your hand right now. Now imagine it's not your hand. Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow ow.
And then it was done.
A very lucid Nicole held her sweet gunk-covered little baby on her chest. They would have let them stay that way but after a little while Nicole became worried the baby was cold. They took the baby, cleaned her, weighed, measured and swaddled her before handing her back to mom.
As they cleaned up the room one of the nurses offered to show Nicole the placenta and she said "No thanks -- you've seen one placenta you've seen them all." Back to her good humored smart-ass self.
What an amazing 2 hours.
My baby was delivered by c-section so this was in many ways a completely new experience.
When I arrived at the hospital it was 11 a.m. and Nicole was dilated to 5 cms (out of 10 for you newbies). She was having contractions and they were no joke, but she was handling them very well. I b.s.'d with her and her husband in between contractions ("New rule: shut up while I'm having contractions!").
By 11:30 she was pleading for an epidural. There was only one anesthesiologist and he was busy with a c-section so she would have to wait. Every contraction (and they were coming fast) Nicole asked about that epidural and we would keep telling her "Just 20 more min....just 17 more min..."
The nurse (who could do nothing to make the anesthesiologist come faster) hid at the nurses station. I went down to the gift shop and bought Nicole a small stuffed cat that I named "Labor Kitty" for her to squeeze instead of her husband's poor hand.
I should point out here that this was an induced labor -- Nicole was given a drug (Pitocen) that makes contractions come hard and fast. I have heard more than one Lamaze instructor (who are huge supporters of natural and drug free labor) admit that because of the nature of a Pitocen-induced labor an epidural is desirable.
In movies they always make labor scenes comedy. But the truth is that when the end stages are reached there's very little that is funny.
By 12:30 Nicole was begging pitifully for the anesthesiologist and I wanted to cry for her. I kept hoping that drug doctor would show up soon to make it all better, but Nicole already suspected something the rest of us didn't -- it was too late.
The anesthesiologist was finally on his way, but while the nurse readied the room Nicole admitted that she felt like she had to push. A quick check revealed that Nicole was fully dilated and past the point where an epidural could be administered.
Nicole didn't take the news well -- who could blame her?
Soon the doctor came in. "Don't cry," he said, "Have a baby!"
At 12:45 she started pushing, her husband holding her right hand and I holding her left. After just 5 min of pushing the doctor held up her baby girl!
I had no idea what would come next. I'm sure back in my own preggo days I knew...but the data has since been purged.
Nicole still had the placenta to deliver. I don't think I knew that this was nearly as painful as the main show itself. Sighs of relief -- it's all over. But no...here comes the 3rd circle of hell! Nicole needed stitches. Still all natural, no drugs. Imagine pushing a needle through the skin on your hand right now. Now imagine it's not your hand. Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow ow.
And then it was done.
A very lucid Nicole held her sweet gunk-covered little baby on her chest. They would have let them stay that way but after a little while Nicole became worried the baby was cold. They took the baby, cleaned her, weighed, measured and swaddled her before handing her back to mom.
As they cleaned up the room one of the nurses offered to show Nicole the placenta and she said "No thanks -- you've seen one placenta you've seen them all." Back to her good humored smart-ass self.
What an amazing 2 hours.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
halfway around the world right now...
my sister-in-law is in about her 80th day of labor. here's hoping little Audrey makes her grand entrance soon!
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