Becoming a first time mother has truly changed my life in more ways than I can explain. When I first met my dreamy husband, we were both in the military. Before I met him I never sincerely understood the meaning or “felt” the meaning of what it means when you say, ” I would do anything for you, I would die for you.”. That is until I met him and it hit me. It’s not really anything that can be explained until you’ve felt or experienced it. Well, I also never thought I could love someone so much as I did him, until we had our little miracle. I used to never want kids. (Another thing my husband naturally made my feelings change about, not sure how it happened, it just did). And sometimes in life, those are the best moments! But when I heard his first breath (cry) and met our baby boy for the first time, all I could do was cry! Now that he’s growing up, and it’s all happening WAY to fast, I cherrish all the moments I have with him. When I go and check on him while he’s napping, I can’t help but to just stand there over his crib, and watch him sleep. He’s such a perfect little angel, it’s painful! Not in a bad way, but it’s just overwhelming to look at him sometimes because he’s so amazing! I know I’ve become one of those crazy parents that does nothing but talk about their child all the time, but that’s ok with me! It’s all worth it, he’s worth it, because he amazes me and teaches me so much each and every day.
In what ways has your child changed your life?
No matter how many articles you read and classes you take, you’ll NEVER be prepared for anything that gets thrown at you while you’re in labor. Here are a few things I went through. First, I ended up getting Cervidil (a pill they insert to help you dialate) because I was so uncomfortable, I could barley walk or sleep, and I wasn’t dialating. Then it took me 38, yes that’s right, 38 hours to barley get dialated to a 6. Then, once I was starting to REALLY feel those lovely contractions, not only was my baby boys’ heart rate dropping every time I had one, but for about 3-4 hours, I wasn’t dialating any more. At this point I was in so much pain, I can’t even explain it! No WORDS could EVER explain those pains! This is what I was told and thought: “as soon as you get to about a 5, we will call the specialist in for your epidural so we can make sure they get here in time. Well, that lovely specialist was running late…….an HOUR LATE!!! Do you know how long 60 minutes REALLY is when you’re in THAT MUCH PAIN?! So by the time the specialist got there I’m at a 6 but feeling like I’m a 20, and the nurses are telling me to use other words because they don’t want me scarying other mothers, and finally I got my epidural. Which she had a hard time placing it in me, and my husband had to sit down because he was turning whiter than casper. I finally started feeling relief from my epidural and then, my strong little boy started kicking my ribs! And some how, I felt just a little above where the epidural stopped blocking the pain. It seriously felt like he was trying to break my ribs!! After all this chaos, I still wasn’t dialating any more, and the Dr. gave us the option to do an emergency c-section. Well we didn’t like how our little dudes heart rate kept going down with every contraction, and I was over being in labor, at 38 hours, so we decided to go for it. Which we are glad we did because we later on found out that his umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck. But let me tell you what, that was one of the scarriest experiences ever! Some how right when they got me into the surgery room my vein blew so they had to re-set my IV and they for some reason couldn’t find a good vein. Then the surgery began…. I couldn’t feel a thing other than I could kind of tell that my body was being moved around a bit, but then once they had me open I experienced a couple things I would prefer to not experience again! Some of this I can’t remember, but according to my angel of a husband, being such a trooper and staying right by my side through all of this, I only choked for maybe 1 second, but it felt as if the wind had gotten knocked out of me. I also felt a crazy amount of pressure in my shoulders and then I couldn’t breathe. It felt like forever and then I vomited. After that I apparently passed out, then the second I heard my baby boy cry, I woke up! It was the most exhilarating, beautiful, angelic, noise, I’d ever heard. I don’t share this story to scare anyone, but to tell you what could realistically happen. I wish I could have found something like this to open my eyes a little.
Do you have a crazy delivery story? Or did this help you with going to labor and delivery?
Let me start off by saying just a quick disclosure, I love my son, adore him, and wouldn’t change my life for the world! That being said, there are just some days where I really look forward to his naptime. It gives me a chance to take a little break or “getaway” from the same cartoons (that I have all the songs memorized to), the same books that he loves read over and over, or those days where you really just can’t comfort him. Take today for example, he’s been fighting a cold or something with a fever, hasn’t been wanting to eat as much as he usually does (which let me tell you, that boy can put away food!). And he has two molars coming in, one on each side. So, long story short, there really was no consoling him this morning. Sometimes he can be a very independent little dude, which I am very thankful for! And today all he wanted, even though I wanted to comfort him and help him feel better, was to be left alone. So I started doing some dishes, and after a couple of minutes, peeked over our kitchen counter to check on him, and found him passed out with his beloved giraffe. Even though I hate to see our little peanut butter (I’ll explain the name in another post, another day) sick, I do have to say that I do take advantage of his naptimes when he’s sick because they usually last 4-5 hours, on a good day that is. Which gives me more time to sew, blog, clean, and cook! I’m sorry you’re not having a good day baby boy, but thank you for the extra time! It’s a nice treat every once in awhile!
What do you enjoy doing during your little ones nap time?
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Not as many people live in the same city and or state they were born or grew up in, like they used to years ago. But sometimes family that may still live there or other reasons may bring us back to our “roots.”I grew up and was born in Washington, and had been back and forth with living there and a few other places in the past couple of years. I currently live in southern California, and it’s a bit of a culture shock compared to Washington in more than just the obvious ways like, weather, cost of living, etc. Just recently my husband, son, and I made a trip back up to Washington, and now that I have a kid, there are a lot of new and different things we pay attention to. We were strolling through a local mall and noticed a few different things that we knew we didn’t like about California. One, which is a huge pet peeve of ours, is when you’re walking on the right side of the right hallway in any type of store and someone is coming towards you in what would be considered in America, the wrong way, that person should move out of the way. Am I right?! I mean, you wouldn’t purposefully drive down the wrong side on the freeway right?! We noticed in the mall and even other stores in Washington, that people sub-conciously moved over, but in California, a majority of the people don’t, they expect you to move for them, and if you don’t some of them will straight up mad dog you! Which I feel is just plain rude! Another thing we noticed in Washington that we don’t see or hear down in California, is most parents conversing with their children, and the children replying and also being polite and using their manners toward their parents. Now I’m not saying EVERYONE does or doesn’t do this, it was just a significant amount and noticeable amount more, that were doing this as opposed to not down in California. There were many other things we noticed like this during our trip. It just really got me thinking, these states aren’t that far away and they’re even on the same coast, but there’s just a huge difference in “parenting ways.”.
Do you agree or disagree with this? Have you ever noticed this or the opposite while traveling?