The prince is in grade 7.
The little princess is in junior kindergarten.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Olivia
Meet Olivia.
She's now 1 month old.
She sleeps a lot. She eats a lot. She poops a lot.
She cries very little.
Between you and me? She's my favourite right now.
Shhhh....don't tell anyone else.
It's About Time
The real reason they're smiling? Because I can't answer questions with "...because I'm pregnant." - which, in my opinion, was a perfectly LOGICAL response to the hundred and ten questions asked daily.
As in "Why do I have to eat my vegetables?"
Or "Why do I have to have a bath?"
Or "Why is that bird flying?"
Did I mention how happy I am that the baby doesn't talk yet?
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Part Two (also seriously overdue)
(Note to self: Be careful what you promise on this blog - some people actually read my ramblings!)
So we get to the hospital, I'm hooked up to an IV for antibiotics and the waiting for the obstetrician to arrive and break my water begins. The 4th year resident tried for several minutes to break it, but with no success. Dr. Shabeeb finally arrives and for those of you who've experienced childbirth, you'll understand my happiness that he had large hands (Translation: he made very quick work at breaking my water!) The drip, drip, drip of the oxytocin began and because at this point the contractions were not that bad - in my infinite wisdom I decided to wait a little bit longer before asking for the epidural. BIG MISTAKE. PAINFUL ERROR. Oh my GOD, here comes another contraction...breathing out...correction - trying to breathe out - because here's another one...and another...and oh SHIIIIIT, this hurts...another one....where the hell is that epidural???
And that's when the nurse informs hubby and me that IT'S TOO LATE. The contractions are coming so fast and so hard that baby girl is on her way and I'm going to have to do this naturally. As in WITHOUT ANY PAIN MEDICATION. I barely had time to process this and I kid you not, it was time to push. I had heard before about "the ring of fire" but the one thing I had no idea about was the amount of pain and pressure in my ass! Why does no one ever talk about that? Seriously, I felt like I was to crap all of my internal organs all over that table. It was awful.
Two pushes and she was out. The pain was gone. My entire body was shaking, but she was HERE. She was healthy. She was beautiful. And I was so happy to have had this experience. I felt powerful and strong and it was a moment I'll never forget because as odd as it may sound, it made me feel connected on a very profound and soulful level with generations of women before me who've gone through this and lived to tell about it.
So we get to the hospital, I'm hooked up to an IV for antibiotics and the waiting for the obstetrician to arrive and break my water begins. The 4th year resident tried for several minutes to break it, but with no success. Dr. Shabeeb finally arrives and for those of you who've experienced childbirth, you'll understand my happiness that he had large hands (Translation: he made very quick work at breaking my water!) The drip, drip, drip of the oxytocin began and because at this point the contractions were not that bad - in my infinite wisdom I decided to wait a little bit longer before asking for the epidural. BIG MISTAKE. PAINFUL ERROR. Oh my GOD, here comes another contraction...breathing out...correction - trying to breathe out - because here's another one...and another...and oh SHIIIIIT, this hurts...another one....where the hell is that epidural???
And that's when the nurse informs hubby and me that IT'S TOO LATE. The contractions are coming so fast and so hard that baby girl is on her way and I'm going to have to do this naturally. As in WITHOUT ANY PAIN MEDICATION. I barely had time to process this and I kid you not, it was time to push. I had heard before about "the ring of fire" but the one thing I had no idea about was the amount of pain and pressure in my ass! Why does no one ever talk about that? Seriously, I felt like I was to crap all of my internal organs all over that table. It was awful.
Two pushes and she was out. The pain was gone. My entire body was shaking, but she was HERE. She was healthy. She was beautiful. And I was so happy to have had this experience. I felt powerful and strong and it was a moment I'll never forget because as odd as it may sound, it made me feel connected on a very profound and soulful level with generations of women before me who've gone through this and lived to tell about it.
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