Good, Bad & Ugly

The Good:
I can see my belly button again

I can see my feet again

I recovered from my c-section a lot sooner and easier this time. I think it was getting out of the hospital bed sooner and arnica.

The baby is such a good baby.

Breastfeeding. It is good to bond with the baby and know I am the only one who feeds him.

E is such a huge help with everything



The Bad:
My stitches still hurt

This lack of sleep is killing me

K had a rash all over his body today and I had to rush him to the doctor's office. turned out to be just a "newborn" rash that appeared a little late but is harmless. I was only slightly overwhelmed going out with all three kids 10 days after giving birth.

Breastfeeding. I am so tired it would be nice to have someone else feed him once in awhile. Like at 4 am .

The Ugly:
My incision. Gross.

My moods. I am a hot mess. I go from crying to being so0 grateful and happy. My hormones have really plunged and it is a strange ride, my friends.

Did I mention I am breastfeeding? It is hard and rewarding all at once.

Tired is The New Black

I don't want to give you the wrong impression, I am so happy the baby is here and I am not complaining about the long days and nights of being a parent of a newborn again.
OK, well I am complaining but really just complaining that I am old. I feel old and my birthday which is right around the corner is reminding me of why my body does not bounce back as quickly.

If you are interested in K's birth story I posted it over here today.

Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go squish him and eat his piggy toes.

Under Eye Concealer Needed

I know I owe you a birth story but to be honest, I am too tired to write anything these days. Exhausted to be exact. I don't remember being this tired with the twins, but I am five years older. Older may be wiser but also does not bounce back so easily. Gone are the days where I could stay out all night clubbing in NYC and go right from the club to work.

R & L are adjusting fine but we will see when my mother in law leaves, because she is giving them a lot of attention that I don't have to give. Speaking of my mother in law, I am going to write something I never thought I would write: I will miss her when she leaves on Thursday. She has been a huge help.

Other then that, I am just feeding a kid every second of my life and crying over everything and anything. The hormones have officially plunged and being so tired does not help.
Bottom line?
I need a wet nurse.

A New Day Has Come

where there was weakness now I found my strength, all in the eyes of a boy........

I could not be more in love with our new son, Kevin Eric. He is so sweet and is an amazing baby for only being five days old. I want to thank you all for your well wishes. I am doing well but I will never know why anyone would want a c-section, feeling someone's hands all inside of you but with no pain is not fun. I was freaking out the entire time. Birth story details will follow soon, I promise.

We are both doing well and his big brother L and big sister R love him as much as E and I do.

A child arrived just the other day

Hey Everyone,

This is E. Just wanted to let evryone know that Tuesday and I had a beautiful baby boy on Tuesday, March 18, 2008 @ 11:21 am. He was 9 Pounds and 2 Ounces and extremely handsome. Tuesday is recovering well and should be back to blog about her life and the past few days this weekend.

E

Today Would Be a Good Baby Day

Twelve hours to have a St. Patrick's Day baby! We would love that but if it doesn't happen and I really don't think it will, since nothing is going on, we will have a baby in 24 hours.

It is strange to think of today as the last day of being a mom of only two kids not three. E and I know we are blessed and we can't wait to welcome this new life into our family.
E will post tomorrow with the news.

I am off to rest.

I Will Be a Nursing Fool

I had tremendous problems breastfeeding after the twins were born for various reasons. My daughter nursed like a champ but her brother did not. That combined with complications from my c-section, and the fact that I got free formula for a year, led me astray from breastfeeding.

This time, I am full speed ahead on the breastfeeding train, and I am asking you the great Internets for help. Give me your best tips, tricks and breastfeeding products. Did you set a schedule or nurse on demand? Tell me how your experience was and what you wished someone told you before you learned the hard way.

Thank you and goodnight.

Grandfathers

Losing a parent sucks, plain and simple. My father was so young when he died and had so little time to finish things or say goodbye. I am not sure why or who I blame that on but I am bitter. There are so many things I am bitter about.

Now that I have four days (OMG!) left before I have this baby, I miss my Dad more then ever. This is not the first grandchild born since my father died, my sister had a baby 2.5 years ago.
I remember that day so clearly. I was in the hospital with her and my mother and I decided to go across the street to the pharmacy and get some magazines and junk food. While I was in there I heard the song that was played at his funeral, a not very common song that I have never heard on the radio before or since but a few of my family members have heard it randomly played as well. I pushed back my tears in the far back corner of the store before my mom saw me. I knew it was my dad's way of telling me he was with my sister that day. I have never told anyone about that song, not even my sister.

I am hoping to have a similar sign when I have this baby. I know that he will be with me, but it would be nice to have some reassurance. I will miss his visit and pictures with him and this baby, but the baby will still be a little part of him. The baby and my twins will only know their grandfather through stories and tales and that sure is a huge loss for them. He was an amazing person who will be with all of us until it is our time to leave this Earth.
I just wish I had one more day.............................

Twilight

Things I that were running through my mind when I was half awake this morning listening to my kids:

R to her brother: LOOK! A shark is here to play with us!
Me: did E hire a shark that is coming today? Think, Tuesday, think!.......wait........what?

Me: Am I pregnant?

Me: What if I buy the domain ican'tpoop.com? People could share stories and tips and tricks. That would be glorious.

Me: how can I stop these horrendous hip pains? What if I sleep on a hemorrhoid pillow? I wish I had a temperpedic mattress, I wonder if I could steal one.


Still no baby news. I am still not dilated but 50% effaced. Blech.
Of course a healthy, happy baby is all E and I want but I am horribly scared of another C-section.

There is Something To Be Said For a Drip Dry

Over dinner the other night I mentioned to E that I couldn't find the "good" toilet paper for the downstairs bathroom and only found a half of a roll of the one ply terrible toilet paper.
This is when our daughter decided to reveal to us that when there is no toilet paper in the downstairs bathroom, the one that is used the most frequently, she just uses the hand towel to wipe herself.

We didn't know whether to laugh or cry and we still don't.
What I do know, is that I change the hand towel every day now, I am vigilant about toilet paper in that bathroom and I didn't finish my dinner that night.

The end.



Psst, come and tell me about your confessions here.

Oh Baby!

No baby news for you yet. In the very least, this will be the last week of my life without a third child. Outside of my body anyways.

We may have to wrangle in our daughter. She was heard yelling for "L" her brother this morning. E went upstairs to see what she needed and she was still in bed under the covers and told her father she needed her brother to bring her coffee.
Girl power!

On the agenda this week: give blood to check my platelet count because if it goes any lower we are in trouble, and make a copy of my license to obtain a copy of my marriage certificate, to send to my stupid, asinine, horrible insurance company to prove that I am married to my husband. Sending them a wedding picture wouldn't do I guess. My husband needs to get a job just to get away from this insurance company.
Please keep good job thoughts for us, we are down to the wire and when he lost his job in November finding a new one by the time the baby was born seemed like a simple feat for a educated, talented person with a ton of experience in his field, but now here we are with 8 days left. Prayers, well wishes, positive thoughts, anything is appreciated.

Yes, A Fonzie Tee Shirt

I know you have to be as sick of reading about my pregnancy as I am about writing it. All I have to say is, I am still not dilated at all, but lets hope my homeopath's pellets will work their magic, after all I only have eleven days before they start coming at me with a scalpel.

My biggest complaint when looking at my baby pictures is that my parents dressed me like a boy. Flannel shirts, jeans, fonzie tee shirts, lots of overalls. Of course it was the mid 70s so I don't expect too much but c'mon. I also didn't have much hair until I was about 3, and then it was a mess of curls like Shirley Temple. It wasn't my best look.
I was looking through some of my baby albums and my kids were interested in seeing them. As we were going through it page by page my son pointed to a picture of me at about 4 with a mess of curls and some boy clothes and said "look there is my friend Nick".
Yes, even my son thinks I looked like a boy.
My mom will never live this down.

Small Update

My C-section is scheduled for March 18th. I have my homoepathc and OBGYN appointments tomorrow to get the labor underway if there is any type of God.

Let the freaking out begin.

Hopeful Wonder

Seriously this has saved my sleep this past week. I highly suggest one to all my pregnant friends or new moms.

I need the sleep too because I am excited about this week. Today is going to be a warm one so I will take the little ones to the park. It will be good to get out of this house and hopefully I can walk so I can perhaps bring on labor and/or counteract the two donuts I ate this morning.
Tomorrow I get my highlights touched up and a well needed trim. I got my eyebrows waxed last week but declined the bikini wax, I just know the minute I get a bikini wax I will go into labor and a sore vagina coupled with labor pains I do not need.
Thursday I go see my homeopath who I know will work his wonders and get me into labor and help with my recovery no matter what way the baby ends up coming out.
I have a good feeling about this week and maybe that means E will finally be offered a job. Keep up the positive thoughts for us, I know they are working and we so appreciate them.