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Moms are full of wisdom; I’m a mom so I must have tons of wise and insightful things to share. One day I hope to be able to share all my sage knowledge with my kids. If I were more organized, I’d keep a beautifully bound journal and jot down in elegant fancy script all my deep teachings about life. Then I would hand down to them from my death bed. However, I plan to live forever and I’m not that organized. Enter: Monday Momisms.
On Monday Momisms I share my bits of life advice for my kids. I’d love to have you join me! I’ll post every Monday in the morning and then you can link to your own Monday Momism post or leave a momism in the comments below.
Today’s Monday Momisms-
- Master your hair. Learn to blow dry it well and then figure out how to style it in 5 minutes flat. This is a very important skill.
- Don’t be a girl about dating. If you like a guy, call him. Don’t play games. Call it how it is.
- Always be willing to educate yourself and accept you don’t know everything.
- When you drive, use your turn signals; they’re there for a reason
I’ve been blogging long enough to know that being your own cheerleader is key. So imagine my “Doh!” moment when I realized I haven’t been linking my Latina posts to my main blog here. So enjoy here a quick recap of my posts and links to them. I promise to be a good from here on out and share them with you as they get posted! Enjoy =)
- The Mami Diaries: A greeting
- What’s In A Name: Baby naming
- Mami In Hi-Def: I can’t hide my roots
- Multi-Culti Goodness: Raising a multicultural baby and the best pic of my daughter ever!
- I’ve Got Boobs: Some of my breastfeeding tips
- Minivan Land: I’m a sucker for minivans
- Drumroll Please: The big reveal
- Lean, Green Baby Machine: Yes I’m a vegetarian
- Work It Out: Or not
Whew, that’s all of them! I post twice a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays so I’ll keep you up to date as new posts go up.
Welcome to my “I Want a Baby to Come Out of My Vagina” series. I had a c-section with Dessa so I am focused on having a VBAC this second time around. I’m prepared to accept that some things are out of my control and that despite my best efforts, my vagina might never see a baby exiting through. My goal is always to have a healthy baby with a healthy mama. But my vagina isn’t going down without a fight. This series will chronicle my journey to attempting a successful VBAC.
I think the best place to start is with my pregnancy with Dessa and her birth story. My pregnancy was a smooth ride; aside from the massive belly and boobs, some itching here and there and giant puffed hands and feet, I had no complaints. I felt great. I ate well and exercised until the end. Well specifically I didn’t do anything but sleep my first trimester then worked out a lot in my second and just did lots of walking in my last trimester.
I read a ton of books on labor and delivery; I focused on trying to have a non-medicated birth. I truly believed I could deliver naturally. I educated myself on exactly what happens to your body in labor and, the nerd that I am, created my own binder with labor and delivery info.
I was due on Wednesday June 28; I worked until the Thursday immediately before with no signs of labor. I didn’t have any Braxton Hicks and barely dilated or effaced before going into labor. Never had any real bloody show either.
The Friday before my due date noticed the baby wasn’t moving as much. I called my obgyn and she said to go into the hospital to get monitored. They hooked me up to the machine and sure enough all was fine and unbeknownst to me I was having contractions! I left the hospital and all was well.
Monday I bummed around and midday I started to get cramping I hadn’t experienced before. It took me forever but I realized these were contractions. Nothing to write home about because they were still fairly far apart. My husband and I went about our day and even made a trip to Target.
Once the evening hit the contractions hadn’t yet increased in intensity but they were starting to have a pattern to them. I didn’t feel uncomfortable and was able to go about my business. Later into the night, I’d say between ten and eleven, I started to get uncomfortable and the contractions were much closer together. I pulled out the medicine ball and started bouncing away. Jeremy started to put into practice the massage techniques we’d used to manage the pain – tennis balls, lower back pressure, massaging pressure points, etc.
Around midnight we decided we needed to rest up because I was obviously in labor. I called my doc and asked her when she thought I should go to the hospital. The contractions were pretty close but still bearable. She stayed on the phone with me and we chatted for abit. She told me that because I could hold a conversation during the contractions, I was probably still ok to stay home.
We went to bed and Jeremy was able to sleep a bit. I actually was able to close my eyes here and there but I spent a lot of time back and forth between the bed and medicine ball. At some time in the middle of the night I had the urge to pee and got up from bed. As I was making my way towards the bathroom, I felt this very sudden squeezing pop and my water broke. This is where things started moving in super speed.
The car ride there is a blur but I remember having to fill out some paperwork and talk to way too many people. The contractions were beyond strong at this point and I could no longer focus on managing the pain with all the hustle and bustle going on around me. They examined me and I was already 4 centimeters dialated. When the nurses asked if I wanted the epidural I gave in and said yes.
Once the epidural hit I was on cloud nine. I hated getting it because it hurt like hell but afterwards you could have sawed off my leg and I wouldn’t have felt a thing. The epidural slowed things down and they gave me pitocin to get things going again. The pitocin caused me to dialate more but also caused the baby’s heartrate to drop on several occasions.
The first stage of labor went by smoothly. I even think I slept in between contractions because I couldn’t feel anything. When I finally got to 10 centimeters, it was time to push. My obgyn was fantastic and did perineal massage the entire time I was pushing. I pushed for a little over two hours. We could all see her head but she just wasn’t progressing past the bone.
It’s not all crystal clear at this point but after some discussion about the health of the baby who’s heart beat kept dropping and then going back to normal, we decided on a c-section. A giant team of folks came in and I was given more drugs. I started freaking out a bit and just wanted to go back to the quiet phase of just me, my hubby, the obgyn and the nurse.
The c-section went by super fast and our daughter arrived without complications. Mom and baby were happy and healthy!
Reflecting back I think the reason things turned out the way they did is because I got the epidural. Once I got it I had zero feeling and couldn’t even feel myself having contractions or really pushing. I have no regrets and am just grateful we both made it alive and well.
Tune in next week when I’ll talk about the choices I’m making now to work towrads a successful VBAC. If any readers have had a VBAC, I’d love to hear about your experience. And if you have any resources to share I’d love to learn about them!
A co-worker of mine told me she has a notebook she keeps for her son. In it she writes down tips and advice on just about everything – dating, laundry, love, finding a career, fixing a flat – everything. She keeps it just in case something should ever happen to her and she’s not around to share her wisdom with him when he gets older. Kind of like that great Michel Keaton tear jerker My Life (whatever happened to him anyway? I love him!). I love the idea of the notebook. I’ve had it mentally bookmarked for over a year now. Notice how I say bookmarked and not that I’m actually filling out my own.
In an effort to start my own “momism” journal for my children, I’m going to start Monday Momisms where I’ll share my bits of life advice for my kids. I’d love to have you join me! I’ll post every Monday in the morning and then you can link to your own Monday Momism post or leave a momism in the comments below. Let’s get started!
- Learn to type without looking; it makes everything so much easier!
- Say hi to everyone from the CEO to the person who cleans the toilets.
- Girls, please, always wipe front to back =)
What are your momisms?
I’m in denial sometimes that Dessa is no longer a little baby. I still call her the baby and want to cradle her in my arms. I forget she can do more than I know. Then today I was getting ready to leave the house and she was just patiently waiting, watching me. I looked over and she was so damn tall! Just like this little lady person, it blows me away.
It makes me sad but excited. The sadness only lasts about a millisecond then I’m excited at the world we’ll get to explore together. I get excited about how much I have yet to learn about her. I get excited about all the ways she’ll grow that will amaze me. She’s already grown so much and amazed me with her development. I mean every parent knows their kid grows up and learns to walk and talk and communicate but until you experience it, you don’t really know.
She’s at this great point right now where we totally get one another. If she wants something she’ll point or take me to it. She wants more, she’ll ask for it. Water, demands it. She doesn’t like something, there’s no guessing; she let’s me know. If I need something in the other room, I can ask her to get it for me and she’ll know exactly what I’m asking for. I also love the person she is with others. She is cautious but social and happy and gentle. She listens to conversations and loves to give her two cents. She loves to laugh, a good gut belly laugh. She loves to dance and demands music to be on all the time. She tends to our cat (more than J or I sometimes) and is concerned all the time with her needs (if it were up to her she’d feed the cat ever hour).
I get excited, too, about the fact that we’ll have another little infant in the house. I have my concerns about how they’ll get along but they’re distant and not something I worry about. I’m just glad to know there will be another itty bitty newborn to hold. I can’t even wrap my mind around how much my heart will ache when I see my two little girls together. Shit, it’s aching a little bit right now.
Dessa is 18 months already. I don’t know where the time went but I know it was well spent. I’ll take a lesson from these 18 months, savor it all. Everyone says time flies and sure you get it when you have a baby but still it is incredible how true those words are. Today’s a sappy day for me, a day where I’m willing to look and really see who my daughter is and who she’s becoming. Sigh, deep, deep sigh and achey heart, a warm, happy achey hearty today.