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A Hard Decision...
I know some mothers out their would shake their head is shame/distaste, but I really don't give a crap about them. They can go mother their own babies, not other mothers. Though most of my friends with kids are super cool, being supportive and helpful and not pushy and overbearing in their opinions and beliefs, I know I am going to encounter one of "those" moms at some point in my life... And part of me can't wait. I lov

So Much Harder than I Thought
... Though I wasn't really thinking about what it takes to take care of a newborn while I was pregnant. So basically, its just hard.Sleepless nights, and days, endless pumping of my breasts (he stopped latching after a week and I really didn't want to deal with it), puke, poop, pee and all other bodily functions, tons of laundry, dirty diapers, wiping the pee off my poor son as his little

9/1/09 - An Epic Delivery in Three Acts; Act III
It has been a tough three weeks (I can't believe he's that old already!), and I have finally found a couple of hours to sit down and write the conclusion of my labor and delivery. The final act was a doosey but a perfect little ending.Act III: The Birth of Our Son (and Other Unmentionables) So, after 34 hours of labor and, did I mention, throwing up every hour towards the end (bad reaction to the epidural), it was time to push. At first I only wanted my husband in the room with me, but I could tell my mom really wanted to be there (I was her first born baby after all), so I let her stay. She actually ended up being

9/1/09 - An Epic Delivery in Three Acts; Act II
Time is hard to get with a newborn, but I have finally found some. So much has been going on, which I will have to blog about as soon as I finish my delivery story. My thoughts are so backed up, I need a plunger. Anytolietjoke, where was I... Oh yes.Act II: Where in Labor Progresses and an Epidural is AdministeredSo I made it to the hospital in one piece, check in at the front deck and got situated in my room as comfortably as someone who is leaking can. (Horrible imagery, I know but I can't help myself.)The nurse informed me that she couldn't check to see if I was dilated at all, again, due to the risk of infection, so wh