My husband is Canadian. I was born in Utah but have lived the last 17 years of my life in Texas, so my blood is not ready for the extreme Edmonton cold that we are going to experience when we visit in a couple weeks. And my son has never experienced extreme cold before! I’m wondering how he will handle it. He’s half Canadian. He will be fine right? Lol.
He’s incredibly good on plane rides, so I’m definitely not worried about that. I’m just worried that he won’t like snow and he will be cooped up for weeks not getting to go outside. He loves going outside.
Good news is, there won’t be Zika or west Nile mosquitos where we’re going! Bonus.
Last night was certainly surprising. My son decided he didn’t want to sleep in his bed so I shared mine with him. Around midnight I wake up to the sound of upchuck. It was everywhere. The sheets. The pillows. My hair. My clothes. His clothes. Poor kid. He refused to eat anything but garlic bread for dinner last night and I guess it upset his stomach. I was worried so I tried to call into work and take a day off but they wouldn’t let me.
I wake up this morning to a sick husband as well. I had to leave the poor guy with a fussy baby all afternoon. I hope they both get to take a long nap this afternoon. And I hope we can all go to bed early because this pregnant mama is TIRED.
All parents love to say those words. I remember my cousin, who had a baby five weeks before I did, got her baby to sleep through the night within the first month. I was thinking, “oh good. Maybe my baby will be like that.” HAHA! Fat chance, bro. Over a year and a half after he was born, he has only slept through the night once… almost twice! And that has only started in the last week. Children are wonderful little things and it’s amazing how different each of them are. I’m crossing my fingers and toes that baby number two will sleep through the night within the first six months.
Have any of you had issues with sleeping through the night. I’ve heard that breastfed babies have more trouble doing that because they metabolize breastmilk faster than bottle fed babies. I think that’s part of what happened with my son and I. We just stopped breastfeeding about a month ago and that’s when he started sleeping better.
Everyone hopes for an easy and uncomplicated delivery of their babies. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case for me.
It started even before I got pregnant. A year before, actually. During the summer of 2014, I ended up with a pulmonary embolism. Having blood clots in your lungs is one of the scariest things imagineable. It was more painful than anything I’ve ever experienced. Thanks to those, I was put on blood thinners for a year. Right after that year was up, I found out I was pregnant and had to be switched to blood thinners that I inject into my stomach every day. Fun, right? Well, because of that, I had to schedule an induction so that I could stop my blood thinners the day before. The magic day came and I went to the hospital at 4am for an induction. My doctor even told me I was the perfect candidate for one as I was already dilating and effacing without having an induction. Everything went super fast in the morning. My doctor said that we would probably have a baby by noon. Then noon came and still no baby. Then three came. Then four and so on. I was stuck at 9.5cm and it wouldn’t go any further. And the baby’s heart rate was starting to go haywire. I count myself kind of lucky because my husbands flight didn’t make it in until 7pm that night and he didn’t arrive until around 9. By 10pm, we were talking about an emergency c section and by 10:45, I was crying in my dads arms because they were about to wheel me back to surgery. It wasn’t what I wanted. I was scared I would bleed too much or that I would get another blood clot or something would go wrong with the baby. Thankfully, everything went well apart from my child pooping inside me before they got to take him out. Gross.
He was born just before midnight and he was precious. It was absolutely scary, but also it was the most wonderful moment in my life.
I’m now pregnant again with baby #2 which is a girl! I’m on blood thinners again and that’ll mean another induction. I’m going to be trying for a VBAC, so we will see how it goes. Fingers crossed it’ll be better than last time.
I was 24 when I gave birth to my first baby. We named him Donovan. He’s the most amazing kid I’ve ever met and I’m so lucky to have him in my life! However, when we got pregnant, my husband (boyfriend at the time) and I were definitely not expecting it. We were scared to tell our parents. Terrified to experience birth. What if we weren’t good parents? What if we did everything wrong?
The more interesting thing about our relationship was that we were long distance for most of the 7 years that we were together before we got pregnant. When I say long distance, I mean long distance. I was in Texas and he was in Canada. Nobody thought we would last, but we did.
Our relationship was strained a bit during my pregnancy. We were both in the last year of college and barely saw each other. It was hard. He had a flight that he ended up missing the day I gave birth, so he had to catch a different flight and got there less than an hour before my emergency c-section. It was a hectic day, but we have wonderful parents that helped us through it. They didn’t care that we weren’t married or that we lived far apart from each other. They knew we would make it work, and we did. He went back to school after ten days with us and finished college. Then he came to live with us and we got married 9 months later. You know one of the best parts about our wedding? We got to include our first born and he was absolutely the most memorable thing for everyone. He was adorable.
We did things a little out of the traditional order, and that’s okay. Not everyone will agree with me, but you should live your life the way you want to. If it doesn’t hurt anyone, then who cares? I love the way my little family happened and that’s all that matters.
This is the excerpt for your very first post.
You’ll soon come to find out a lot about me. From funny to gross, I share it all. Being a mom is one of the most wonderful things on the planet, but sometimes you find yourself thinking “what the hell did I get myself into?” It’s okay, every mom has those moments. Sometimes multiple times a day. We love our kids but they can drive us up the friggin’ wall. The picture above is of my son taken in 2016. He is now a year and a half and he has quite the personality. It varies from happy to hysterical in under a minute. I love this little guy more than I ever thought I could love any human. He’s my world. He’s my life. He’s the reason I haven’t slept through the night in over a year and a half, but that’s okay.