Archive | Babies RSS feed for this section

Baby’s Birth Day!

2 May

It’s a girl!  Baby girl arrived a few hours after my last log update!  I really was in labor, so I will continue on describing my day.

I posted the first half of labor day at about 2:15pm here (Part 1 of labor day).  After I did that, Fernando came upstairs and took a nap. I decided around 3:30ish that I wanted to take another nap.  I was debating between napping and doing some sort of activity to speed up my labor, but the nap won, and I am glad of my choice.

I don’t think I slept very long; it was probably about a half an hour. I don’t remember what I did right after nap, but I had a few contractions during my nap and they were quite strong.

At around 4:30pm we were all talking about what our plans for the evening should be. I decided that it would be nice to just go to the hospital and see what the status of my cervix was. I wanted to know if I was still just 3cm, or if I was 4cm and could stay home until things got more intense, or if I was on the way to having a baby soon. At 5:00pm we started getting the kids ready to leave. We determined that a good plan of action would be to get everyone dinner close to the hospital, and then evaluate after dinner how I felt. We collected our last minute hospital bag items, and headed out the door around 5:30pm. During the drive, I had about 2 strong contractions. We got to Chick-Fil-A a bit before 6pm. I had another contraction right as we got out of the car, and I hugged Fernando. When we got inside Chick Fil A, I realized I could not eat. I saved tables while everyone ordered. During dinner I had a few contractions, and with one of them I said, “Ok, I need to go to the hospital. I don’t think I can stay here any longer.” Even though contractions were getting more intense and a bit more frequent, I remained until everyone was finished with dinner. I joked with Rebecca as we were leaving that if I’d had the baby at Chick-Fil-A, maybe she would get free food for life.

Fernando and I left the restaurant and Mom and Rebecca took the kids to our friends’ house, which was only a few blocks away. We arrived at the hospital and got buzzed in to the birth center. I said, “I’m in labor and I just wanted to see if I needed to be admitted to the hospital yet.” I felt a little silly because I waltzed in to the birth center and I know I looked like I was not in labor. However, right when I was on my way to a triage room I did have a contraction and had to stop walking two feet from the door. 

We got settled in triage and the nurse determined I was 5.5/6cm. I wasn’t surprised or sad at the news, but I did have to ask to clarify if I needed to stay. The nurse laughed and said, “Oh yes, you are staying!  I’m sorry if I didn’t explicitly mention that!” I wasn’t sure how I felt about being admitted. In my mind, I was thinking  about the fact that I had progressed about 3cm since my last appointment. With as slow as labor had been during the day, I was expecting to give birth the following day, Sunday, or even on Monday. The nurse also said that my midwife was on her way over. I felt kind of bad because I thought, “oh! She doesn’t have to come quite yet! I don’t want her to have to sit around waiting for me and my turtle-slow labor!”

We moved over to the birth room around 7:30pm. I was surprised that Mom and Rebecca hadn’t made it to the hospital yet, but I found out they stopped at the store on their way over(!). I remember thinking how big the birth room felt with just me and Fernando. We still hadn’t grabbed our suitcase and the lights were really dim. Mom and Rebecca arrived around 7:45pm, and our birth photographer arrived right after we got in to the birth room at about 7:35pm. It took me awhile to get the birth room to feel homey and comfortable. I determined that I liked having the lights pretty bright. Aunt Lori arrived a bit after 8pm with a coffee in hand for Fernando, and I was getting monitored from 8pm-8:20pm. Right when Aunt Lori arrrived, we started talking about some family things that were happening, and in the middle of her narrative, I got a very intense contraction, and I think I cried – tears of joy from being overwhelmed from the story, not from the pain – but either way it was very hormonal. After that specific contraction, nothing was a game to me anymore. I officially entered intense labor mode, and my contractions picked up to very frequent

I remember during this time that I went to the bathroom a lot. For some reason, the bathroom is a strange place for me during labor. With Emmanuel, I had painful contractions every time I squatted to go to the bathroom. With this baby, I immediately had a contraction right when I entered the bathroom… it wasn’t even when I was going to the bathroom. All of my contractions by this time were felt in my pelvis and cervix. Every contraction by this time during this labor felt like those painful contractions I had with Emmanuel only during the time that I would go to the bathroom and squat. I tried to lay down on my sides and my back during this time, and I discovered that contractions were worse in those positions. My last laying down position that I tried was with a peanut between my knee around 8:40pm and as I laid down during that contraction and began putting the peanut between my knee, I said, “Oh heck no!” and jumped up in agony.

I was very desperate to find something to relieve the pain from the pubic/pelvis/cervical pain during contractions.  I decided that standing up and leaning on something allowed me to survive the contractions, but I was very upset that nothing had improved how I felt during contractions. I didn’t want to just survive a contraction, I wanted to thrive during contractions! I had never had such difficulty getting through contractions before. With Hadassah, my contractions were textbook typical, and I felt them in my stomach. With Emmanuel, they were a bit more difficult, as I felt them in my stomach, plus I had back pain, and I had severe pain when I squatted, so to avoid the severe pain, I avoided squatting! With this baby, I didn’t even notice any discomfort in my stomach or back, I was just experiencing pure pain down below.

I was thinking about the differences in my contractions a bit before 9pm when I remembered that I felt relief with Emmanuel once Fernando started doing counterpressure on my back. Some birthing knowledge came to me from the corner of my brain about other places to do counterpressure. I told Fernando to squeeze my hips…When he did that during a contraction, I felt my first bit of relief. I went from having quite unbarable contractions to being able to get through them. The counterpressure did not fully relieve my pain, but I was able to manage. 

At 9pm, the nurse came in to monitor the baby again. All I could think of was how I was not going to lay down.  I did not care what they said! Luckily, the nurse just asked me if I preferred to be monitored on a wireless device, and I said yes! I labored standing up while being monitored, and contractions were coming very frequently. After I was done being monitored, I told the nurse I needed to get in the tub asap. Since contractions were difficult, the only thing left to do in my repertoire for dealing with contractions was a soak in the tub. The nurse went to prepare the tub while I labored. 

My midwife came to check me at 9:30pm, and I couldn’t believe I was only 8cm and she said the baby was at 0 station. I told her I wanted to go in the tub. The good news about being only 8cm was that I knew I could go in the tub, because if I had been 10cm I knew they wouldn’t let me in the tub.  I looked at the nurse and midwife standing side by side as they told me how dilated I was, and they had a weird look on their face and told me I couldn’t get in the tub. They said that if I got in the tub I would have the baby in the tub (which is against their liability rules). I looked at them, uncomprehendingly. I still had 2cm to dilate. How could I have the baby any time soon? I was going to die if I had to keep laboring how I was laboring!

A little after 9:40pm, I got in the bed and started laboring on my hands and knees. I remember some time around this time, my midwife asked me if I thought I would birth on my hands in knees. I told her I probably was, but I didn’t really understand why she was making me decide so soon. At 9:45pm, my mom and sister started rubbing my back. I didn’t realize it at the time that Fernando wasn’t around – he had gone to the bathroom. They were actually doing a really good job, but at some moment I needed Fernando specifically during a contraction and I yelled out, “WHERE’S FERNANDO?!?!!!!!!” I was really annoyed to find out that he was in the bathroom! 

At 9:55pm I felt like I wanted to start pushing. My midwife let me get through my contraction and she checked me and I was only 9cm dilated. I couldn’t believe I wasn’t 10cm, and I felt like there was no way I was going to make it through to the birth. 

From 10:00pm until about 10:15pm I was doing anything and everything I could to get through the contractions. I was counting, humming, and writhing. I was feeling a little tired being on my knees, and I realized that I had no choice since part of the bed had been removed. Rebecca came by my head and asked if I wanted my bag of waters broken. I said I wasn’t sure and I was so scared to get it done since my labor had been slow and I still wasn’t 10cm. I asked Jana in between contractions at about 10:15pm  what breaking my waters would mean. She said it usually shortens labor by about 30 minutes. I wanted to die when I heard that I might have to endure more than 30 more minutes of labor, so I decided to have her do it after my following contraction.

At 10:18pm Jana broke my water. I started really flipping out and the nurse firmly said to me, “Rachel, you are in control.” and I got myself under control. I immediately felt some slight relief, but I also immediately felt like pushing. After that contraction that happened when my midwife broke my water, I got a few minute break. With my next contraction, Jana told me not to push since I still wasn’t 10cm and had the cervical lip. She told me just push enough to take the edge off. I said, “baby is coming!” I felt like baby was still far up but that I was having the productive pushing feelings. She checked me after that contraction and said, “Oh, yep! You are ready to have the baby!”

I still wasn’t sure how long it would take to bring baby down, but after a contraction I could feel baby’s head start to come out. However, everyone said they couldn’t see anything, so I felt really far away from my goal. In another contraction I really needed to know specifically how my progress was going and I felt like no one was communicating clearly with me. I said, “WHAT IS GOING ON?!” and baby’s head was halfway out, but I didn’t realize it at the time. With the next push, I did realize that baby’s head was finally out. I felt relief in knowing that all I had to do was get the rest of the baby out. I had finished the most difficult part.

On my next push, I expected it to be easier, but baby was not coming out! I pushed with all my might and needed all the coaching from the nurse to push the rest of the baby out. She finally came out at 10:24pm, just minutes after I got my water broken. I discovered the reason pushing her body out was so difficult was because her fist was right next to her head.

I just stood on my knees for a minute and I kept telling everyone I didn’t want to know if it was a boy or girl yet. I wanted to turn around and see my baby first and get comfortable. As I was looking at the wall, my chest felt really weird, like I had gotten the wind knocked out of me. I had to calm my body down before I could finally turn around.

When I turned around and saw my baby, she was so dark! I just thought, “Who are you?! How did you get in my womb?” I couldn’t believe how dark she was! I later realized that she looked black because of her lack of oxygen! Now she is pretty pink looking! They handed her to me and the blanket was around her bottom, and I opened it up and saw she was a girl!

After giving birth, it seems like a major thought that I always have is, “Oh! That was so hard!” It’s something that I kept repeating, and her birth was definitely the hardest of the three. I also remember thinking immediately that I would never be able to go through labor and delivery again, although a week later, I think I can do it! Each little bundle of joy is worth any discomfort!

Advertisements

1 day till due date

18 Apr

Well, today MIGHT just be baby’s birthday!  If not, I am pretty sure baby will at least be here on his/her due date.

I woke up this morning around 5am. I don’t remember if I went pee or if I had a contraction that woke me. All I know is that I had three pretty intense contractions in a row and decided that maybe I should start timing my contractions and that maybe labor was starting. I looked at my phone and saw it was 5:33am. I waited for my next contraction. And waited. I gave up on waiting for a contraction and just relaxed in bed like I normally do. Finally at 6am I had another contraction. I didn’t grab my phone to time them, but I had 3 contractions in 15 minutes. I decided to get up to go pee again and tell mom that I was maybe in labor. As I was peeing, mom was carrying a crying Emmanuel up the stairs. I quickly wiped and noticed that I didn’t have a chunk of mucus plug, but I did have lots of mucus when I wiped, if that makes sense. It wasn’t a chunk, it was just like a lot of cervical fluid. A lot.

I went to attend to my crying baby. Usually if he is crying in the morning, he says that he is so sad and it is because he wants mommy. But this morning he said he had an owie. Oh great. I latched him on and when I asked him where his owie was, he pointed to his ear. Oh brother. Not an ear infection!

I didn’t feed him for a super long time, and I don’t remember if I had any contractions while nursing him or not. I just remember he popped off suddenly (I think he had overheard something enticing), and he said, “Mommy! I’m HAPPY!” Sweet baby…

I grabbed some coffee, the kiddos were running around, mom was chatting with dad on the phone, and at 6:45am I was just thinking about how funny it was that I might be in labor, but I hadn’t gotten to tell anyone the story.

I went to the bathroom at 7:15am, and I think at this point I still hadn’t explained to anyone that I thought I might be in labor. I saw that I was having a bloody show, and yelled out excitedly, “There’s blood!!!!! I’m in LABOR!” Right as I was screaming, Rebecca came out of her room totally asleep, and I repeated my exciting news. The next few hours were quite humorous. I only had about 3-4 contractions an hour. I sat down after my excitement to drink another cup of coffee, and I was chided by mom and Beck for not rushing in to the shower first. I drudgingly abandoned my cup of coffee and showered first, since I was the priority person of the day. I spent a lot of time wandering around the house aimlessly while I was trying to get ready. I was trying to text my VIPs that I was in labor while getting ready and packing some of my last minute items in my suitcase. I knew I wasn’t ready to go to the hospital, but I knew I just needed to get ready and then spend the rest of the morning laboring. Rebecca and I had made appointments to get manicures and pedicures at 9:30am. I was planning on canceling the appointment, but then realized that with only a few contractions an hour, I had plenty of time to get my nails done. 

After we determined that we were going to keep our appointments, we rushed around looking for mom’s car keys… since we were unable to find them we took our van. We arrived at the nail salon 5 minutes late. There were 3 people working, and 3 customers already getting worked on, even though they had only been open for 5 minutes. I sheepishly mentioned that we were here for our 9:30am appointment, and sat down to wait our turn. I figured that they wouldn’t honor our appointments, but within two minutes we were in the pedicure chairs. It was nice to get that done, but I was a little bummed when I realized that I had only had 2 contractions in about 2 hours of the whole mani/pedi experience. 

We arrived home and ate lunch. I had a pickled egg and cereal (for breakfast I’d had 2 scrambled eggs). I ran up and down the stairs 10 times in hopes to get something moving. In the early morning, I figured that things would get moving by midday, and that it was possible that I’d have the baby in my arms by 3pm or 5 pm. However, it was almost noon and things had slowed down, and I started thinking that baby probably wouldn’t arrive until the late evening.

After lunch, I decided to get my double electric pump out and I pumped for 20 minutes. I only had one contraction during that whole time. After I finished, I put Emmanuel down for a nap, and I had one good contraction while he nursed. I decided that I did want to nap, and I thought, “Oh well if it makes the contractions even more spaced apart.” I felt pretty helpless that things weren’t really moving. I took about a 45 minute nap but got some really great contractions during that time. In an hour of time, I had 5 really strong contrations. I’ve had maybe 2 or 3 since then, so I guess when I look at the numbers things are progressing, but it still seems very slow to me. 

I’m not timing my contractions officially yet. I’m just trying to count how many I have each hour. I am hoping that things pick up soon! I do think that once they get going that it will almost be baby time!

39 weeks pregnant

10 Apr

This week shall be recorded as horrible in the category of life. Both kids were (and are) sick. I’ve been serving them a smorgasbord of immune boosters and medicines. On Monday, I was feeling like I was coming down with something.  However, we all spent the whole day resting and the following day I felt fine.  Last night, Emmanuel woke up and sounded horrible coughing. I was so worried about his breathing that I brought him to our bed (it was still early; it was only 8:15pm). To make a long story short, he was attached to my boob for hours and would not sleep. I finially decided that him being in our bed was more detrimental to his health, since he wasn’t sleeping, and I returned him to his crib. He became tranquil when we got to his room and fell asleep instantly. That was at midnight. Even though he finally went to sleep at midnight, he coughed a lot during the night and cried for an instant a few times, each time sending me running to his room to check on him. After his rough night, I was amazed that he woke up at 7:Stinking-AM. Because of this stint from the evening, I have felt very close to crossing the threshold into sickness all day long. My right ear is killing me. I have a buring in my chest. Just this evening my breathing has become more difficult. I have coughed a sick cough a few times today.

I am having major deja-vu of my last few days of being pregnant with Emmanuel, and I will be so upset if I am sick during labor again.

On Tuesday and Wednesday, I realized that I had been having a ton of Braxton Hicks contractions. I’ve had intense contractions for months, but usually only a few a day. This week was the first time I had a lot in a short period of time.  The contractions were actually pretty mild, though, so I wasn’t wondering if I was in labor or not. I did, however, have a very difficult time falling asleep because I was playing out the scenario of “what if this turns in to labor tonight?” I had no idea how I would cope with going in to labor that night with extremely sick children. All I can say is thank God that I did not go in to labor! As a few days have passed, and the kids’ sickness seemed somewhat managable tonight, I feel so much more at peace about going in to labor.

In the managable pregnancy symptoms category, I have had intermittent shooting pain in my back, down below, and legs on occassion, but especially at night. Wednesday night, the night that I was stressed about the thought of going in to labor that evening, I had several hours of crazy movement and shooting pain. I realized that evening that my mind becomes a total blank when I am faced with labor, and I cannot problem solve, nor think rationally. 

I am looking forward to sleeping well tonight. I pray that my body will repair itself!

Thursday I had my 39 week appoinment (although I was still shy of 39 weeks), and I learned that my OB office officially changed their policy to not do cervical checks until 39 weeks. The medical assistant asked if I would like to be checked, and I said that since I was almost 39 weeks and didn’t expect to make it to 40 weeks, it would be nice to know if I was dilated to 4cm like last pregnancy, or if I was 0cm. I was thinking that this information would help me know how quickly to go to the hospital if I start labor. The juicy news was that I was 2.5cm dilated, 60% effaced, and baby was at a -3 station. I’m not really disappointed, but I must say I was a little surprised. This is the least amount of progress I’ve had at this point in comparing my progress to my past pregnancies. I wonder if part of it is because I have been trying to relax as much as possible. I’ve done a few squats this week, but I honestly would like to increase the amount of squats. However, if I am sick, I don’t feel like doing anything.

My due date is still 9 days away. My mom arrives in 4 days. I am anticipating that baby arrives on April 16th or 17th. That is about one week away! I am so glad it is the weekend and that the reinforcements (my mom and sister) are arriving in just a few days. I feel like I can begin to rest and not worry about baby arriving “too early.”

Just like with Emmanuel, I am loving feeling this baby’s gentle movements and having baby with me 24/7. While I have been desiring baby to stay put even past my due date, I think I am finally ready to meet baby!

I suppose I better get started with my daily log of activities. I really want to do a post about my gender suspicions and why I have made deductions about baby’s gender. Hopefully I will get to it before baby arrives!

32 & 33 Weeks Pregnant

27 Feb

I really meant to write an update for 31 weeks, but the weekend just slipped past me. However, these last two weeks blend nicely together as far as pregnancy symptoms go.

I have been feeling more and more like a turtle, where, when I try to get up or move around when laying down, I’m rolling around and desperately trying to switch positions.

I have been sleeping extremely well and cannot believe that I haven’t been getting up to pee at all in the middle of the night!  I think my body thinks it is sleeping too well, however, because I have been waking up before 6am bright eyed and bushy tailed. I usually try to lay in bed and at least rest for awhile, but this morning was a bit more extreme.  I layed in bed for about a half an hour and finally looked at my clock and it was only 4:15am. I felt extremely rested and figured I might as well get up and do something productive. So, I unloaded the dishes, made a super yummy mango-avocado smoothie, and am currently in the process of making yogurt.

I also have gotten quite a bit more colostrum in in the past few days. I can easily squeeze out a bunch, although I am a bit nervous that I’ll be squeezing and looking and get majorly squirted in the eye.  But I don’t think that will happen until after the birth, but I could be surprised. Emmanuel has been almost like a newborn again in these past few days. I ask him if he is getting milk and if it is yummy, and he always says yes.  I guess he is enjoying this increased amount of colostrum. I was really enjoying our breast feeding relationship of nursing twice a day since my milk has dried up (well, I didn’t ever enjoy the pain, but I enjoyed the frequency). It just seemed balanced and normal. I have enjoyed the extra snuggling while nursing these past few days, but I’ve caught myself on several occasions staring blankly in to space while sitting on the couch, feeling exactly as I do when nursing a newborn: chained to the chair. And although the pain has decreased significantly since my milk initially dried up, it still isn’t super comfortable. I am not entirely sure if the discomfort is due to the fact that he uses his top teeth when he latches, or because I don’t have an ample supply of milk. I think it is due to the latter. I hope it is due to the latter. Only 7 more weeks of this!

This morning when I woke up, I think I couldn’t fall back asleep because I realized that today is Friday. That means I only have 3 weeks until spring break. After spring break, I only have 3 weeks until my due date. Even though there are a whole 7 weeks left of pregnancy, breaking it up in to 3, 1, and 3 weeks is making me feel FrEaKeD OUT! I have to file my taxes! I don’t know who is going to do it. I have to hire a new person at work. I have to NEST!  I have to buy Gentle Birth tincture. I have to clear my fridge of the yucky freezer meals I made in the fall and stock them with yummy freezer meals! I have to sleep while I can! I have to find an easy-to-read book series that I can read while totally sleep deprived. I have to investigate how to tandem nurse.  I have to exercise…

The last major symptom of the past few weeks has been an increase of hot flashes. Major hot flashes. I have never had real hot flashes until this pregnancy. And while I think menopause hot flashes are probably more extreme, I think I am getting a good preview.

Every day I become more in love with this absolutely sweet little baby. The baby just seems so happy inside my womb and I can best describe its movements as pleasant and content. I’m am excited to meet baby, but not too eager just yet!

  

22-25 weeks pregnant

2 Jan

I’ve lost it. I’ve lost my list. I started compiling a giant list of names that I liked for both boys and girls that work well in both English and Spanish, and it somehow disappeared. I was just getting ready to review it and maybe start narrowing down the names and discovered the list was not where I thought I left it.

Playing on Team Green is really throwing me for a loop. I love not knowing if this baby is a boy or a girl; it makes me feel like I am getting back to the grass roots of birthing in a way. However, I am surrounded with contemporary culture and am feeling a bit overwhelmed. I started wondering how people named their babies 30 years ago… then I realized that the lack of technology contributed to the overflow of certain names. People turned to their ancestors and the Bible to name their babies. I like both of those trends, but I just finished looking through an entire list of popular baby names throughout the world. I think I have too much choice.

On the bright side, I am almost set on a girl name. On the other side, it is giving me no motivation to consider boy names since I feel so convinced it is a girl.

I suppose I should note that I haven’t been dwelling on names for this entire past lunar month. I officially quit drinking coffee and milk, and many of my abdominal issues have resolved themselves. I’m quite capable of moving around like a normal person and doing all my daily activities without grumbling about any sort of pregnancy ailment, although today I noticed my belly got in the way when I was bending over to sort some laundry. It is safe to say that I have been experiencing complete pregnancy bliss these past 3ish weeks.

Baby moves so gently all throughout the day. It makes me hope that I will get blessed with a sweet and gentle little babe who is calm and balanced. The other two kiddos behave outside the womb very similarly to how they behaved inside the womb. H moved a lot in the day and never woke me up at night. She had two “outbursts” where it felt like she was trying to claw her way out of the womb. Outside the womb, she was/is gentle and calm, she slept through the night fairly early on, and only has an occasional tantrum. My little man was crazy in the womb and strong. He also would wake me up in the middle of the night. Outside the womb, he rarely ever relaxed. As a newborn, he was constantly thrashing and scratching and hitting me while breast feeding. He was wide awake from 2am – 6am for his first few months of life, similar to his womb schedule. Because of my two previous experiences, I am having high hopes for baby 3 regarding my conclusions of their personality based on their movements in the womb.

Last week I started having very intense Braxton Hicks contractions. I have had them for months, but over the past two weeks they have gotten extremely strong. I would characterize them as a hair below the intensity of a labor contraction. While I only have a maximum of 2-3 in an hour, I do get them multiple times a day. I don’t think I am too dehydrated and I don’t feel like I am doing too much, but maybe my idea of “too much” and my body’s idea of “too much” don’t line up. I got slightly nervous at the intensity of them, but I have been trying to think about it logically. They aren’t labor contractions and they aren’t on any sort of schedule. Even though I have a great logical argument for not worrying, I have to say that I was extra relieved to hit the 24 week milestone, which is the textbook day for recognized viability outside the womb.

My goal in the next few weeks is to enjoy pregnancy and to listen to my body.

  

14 Months Post Partum

2 Feb

Phew!  It has been a long time since I have posted anything.  Even on my other blog that I started about getting back to the grass roots of life, I have not posted in months.

I have been trying whole life pathways here and there, but I have not had any time to post anything.  I have been kept extremely busy with my new business of owning a school.  It has been a great experience, but it has left me exactly 0-amount of time for much else.

A bit of an update:

  • Emmanuel started sleeping through the night just AFTER his one year birthday.  I wonder how I functioned at all getting up in the middle of the night and not sleeping well for over a year.
  • I started cycling just before Emmanuel’s one year birthday, and we are still breast feeding.  I feel amazing, empowered, and complete/fulfilled that I am still breast feeding.  I just told my hubby this morning that I think I would feel depressed and incomplete if I were not breast feeding or pregnant.  Biology can be so annoying sometimes.
  • A few months ago, I was absolutely terrified of the potential of becoming pregnant.  Since I’ve started cycling, I have this weird, illogical desire to jump on the pregnancy bandwagon…
  • Since I’ve started cycling, I feel angry and MEAN and impatient!  ARGHHHH!  (Imagine a pirate accent, perhaps?)  Another biological indicator that I am designed to bear children, and not cruise through life.  Once again, biology can be soooo annoying.
  • I am so amazed at my opportunity to own a school and I am honored to participate in the education of children in my town.  While I’m excited to see what is in store and have plans to expand the grade levels, a part of me feels sad because I want to walk alongside expecting mothers and support them in labor as a doula.  I guess even if I did not have my business, it would probably be tricky to attend women in labor while I myself have two toddlers, so I guess that passion will be fulfilled at a later stage in life.
  • Every day I am feeling an increased passion for babies in the womb, women, and victims of sex trafficking.  I can’t wait to see where that leads!
  • I found a great recipe for sandwich bread made in a bread machine and am feeling pretty content.  It’s the little things!
  • As far as my adventure to whole life, I am feeling an incredible ITCH to learn how to do more things on my own.  Last week I was watching a video about harvesting wheat.  It seems so simple.  I seriously do not understand why I did not learn these things in school.  I have so much to say about this subject, but I probably should save it for my other blog.
  • Speaking of sustainability, I have a wild, but serious, notion that I am going to build my own earthen home, whether it is from Cob or straw bales or tire bales…I know this is a quick mention, but I became obsessed with living simply in the past week or so.  Once again, this probably belongs on my other blog, but I just wanted to get people thinking about freeing themselves from mortgage using non-traditional means.  This might lead to yet another blog someday soon…
  • There are two things people continuously search out about my blog: one is my fitness results, and the other is my hypnobirthing script.  I have two goals for this year:  Whip my butt in to shape with the 30 day shred (again) and hopefully provide even more inspiration, and write more hypnobirthing scripts.  Perhaps I can even post a ready-made (recorded) script with background music and everything.  I won’t pretend to have a great narrating voice, though!
  • I almost really-really-really-really want to get pregnant.  I wish I could just DO it, but I have this voice inside of me saying I need to “wait” and “be sane” and blah-blah-blah.  I actually have thought about how I would love to meet with a family-planning counselor, but I don’t know if those exist.  Should pregnancy just happen whenever, or should I take some control and make plans?  I can’t figure out what is best….

That is my disjointed update on my life, health, and dreams.  I have another post coming that intertwines with my increasing passion of babies in the womb, sex trafficking, and other similar things.  Hopefully it will manifest in the next few days.

Busy life

24 Jul

Aghhhh life is so/too busy!

I’m working. I now own a language school, which is awesome, but I did not imagine spending my summer working every spare second. I’m marketing, recruiting, interviewing, training, schmoozing, shopping (business stuff), and organizing like crazy. This is challenging when I am still holding my full time(+!) position of stay at home mom.

I’m menu planning. We just used our last freezer meal the other week. These were the freezer meals I made way back in October, I think. I had made 9 or 11 meals and I only used them in emergencies. In addition, if I ever made a big batch of something (that was more than we could eat for 2 days) I would freeze the extra for a quick meal. That lasted me about 9 months! Now, I’m planning on stocking my freezer in a similar but better manner! All of the website I’ve seen about freezer cooking claim making 12 meals (for example), but the cook tripled each recipe…

Part of my cooking woes are that I have a picky pallet. I like yummy and varied recipes that fill me up, are healthy, and are cheap. Is that too much to ask?!? Apparently it is, as it takes me days to menu plan.

With all of that said, I plan on doing some freezer meals in September, and, yes, I have already begun planning!

Lastly, I’m having insomnia and sleeping poorly. Little pumpkin Emmanuel has been starting out the night in his crib lately (instead of our bed, since he started crawling), and once we are ready to crawl in bed I cannot fall asleep due to the fact that Emmanuel is not in bed with us! I am addicted to having him in bed with me. Not only am I a sleep aid for him, but he is a sleep aid for me! (Insert here an audio of a scream of horror of the revelation).

I am thinking that there is a scientific explanation of this dependency. Since relaxing hormones are released during breast feeding, and Emmanuel is latched on literally all night long, I think my body has developed a dependency on this release of hormones to sleep. Crazy! I hate sleeping with Emmanuel because he is totally in my space, but I can’t sleep at all if he isn’t in bed.

So on that sleep deprived note I leave you…