Ok, so I looked on my blog last time at my 30 week picture, and I am definitely bigger at this point than I was last time. I have random people coming up to me saying "any day now huh?". Meanwhile, I want to cry as I tell them no, possibly 8-10 more weeks to go. I'm not sure how I'm going to get much bigger, but I know I can do it. My belly button is fully out and stretch marks already existing are turning red again. Ah well- the perks of pregnancy! Thank you Lord for letting me be pregnant again and exhibit these amazing signs that I am growing another miracle baby!
Lately I am tired. Just...tired. I remember being tired last time, but not at 30 weeks. More like at 34 or 35 weeks. I sleep 10 hours a night and am still tired after all of that. I have been on holiday break since Dec 20 and am thanking my lucky stars that M has been off this whole time (he goes back tomorrow) with me. He has gotten up with Luke every morning, entertained him during the day, and even put him down at night and for naps. He has changed almost every diaper and carries him around when I cannot. He is amazing and I am so grateful for everything he has done. When he goes back to work tomorrow and I'm home the next two days with Mr. Luke I will miss him very much! Time to call on Mimi :) I don't have any aches and pains per se, just fatigue and general tiredness when walking. I need to sit most of the time. The baby is moving around a lot and I think he's running out of room in there. I love when I can see a little body part poking out of my belly when he moves around. I am still making it through the night without having to get up to use the bathroom, which is a god send! I can't carry 23 pounds of Luke, however. I can pick him up maybe for 30 seconds but that is it. He is just too heavy and my belly is just too big. I can't wait until I can pick him up again and keep him for as long as he likes. Though, he's going to have to make room for baby Sean in the BabyBjorn :)
We had a beautiful holiday week. Christmas Eve with the in law's in Philly and Christmas Day in Chester County with my family went perfectly! Then, we went to Oasis family fun center the day after Christmas with Uncle Doug and Dylan and Delaney- Luke had a blast there as well. Friday night we had dinner at Mimi's and Saturday night Mimi took Luke over night so me & M could do an adult dinner out with my cousin and her husband. It was much needed adult time and so good to catch up with them! Today we are capping it off with some football and inside time, as it is raining cats & dogs outside! Luke is playing with all of his new Christmas toys and I am hopeful the novelty will not wear off any time soon. I should hide some of them for a later date to keep everything new.
I have to keep remembering that this will end and one day I will look back on this time and remember how precious it was. My little babies will be all grown up and move away, and I will remember how close we were and long for those days. I do love my life- everything about it. Going through this journey with M and now Luke has been more than I could have ever hoped for. Although my days lately are just full of fatigue and lethargy :) I know when I have the new baby I will be energized and ready to go. It will be a struggle for awhile as we find the schedule for the new baby, but once we are settled in I know being the mother of two boys will be the most fulfilling feeling I will ever have.
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Saturday, December 14, 2013
28 weeks- the Holidays
The holidays are upon us! This time is going so fast- a combination of Thanksgiving being so late and the stress of work I suppose. I went for my 7 month appointment this week and glucose test- happy to report my sugar is in the 90s (I think > 120 is gestational diabetes?) but I have low iron. So I have to take iron supplements and work on my veggie intake. This is kicking M into high gear for making me drink green smoothies. Other than that, the appointment was uneventful and that's how I like it. Oh, I did get my 28 week Rhogam shot which is always fun :)
The baby furniture got delivered this week also, and it looks awesome! It's the same baby's dream furniture that Luke has, except a different color- cinnamon instead of espresso. There is one piece missing that they expect to deliver in January, but I did spend the day setting up the nursery as much as I could. I feel the nesting urge happening again but then again, I feel like my life is one big nesting extravaganza.
I am also exhausted. Now that I am in my third trimester, I am so slow and really can't pick Luke up at all because of sharp pains in my belly and back. By 8pm every night I am spent and can hardly keep my eyes open. I don't run after Luke all day, being at work and everything, but he has been getting up so early- between 530 and 630am- and screams the entire time until I come get him. So I'm trying to get ready for work and it's just very anxiety inducing and stressful from the time we wake up until he gets dropped off at school at 815am. Then don't get me started on my stressful work day- jam packed full of meetings and bullsh*t. By the time we get home he is out of his mind and all he wants is "up up" and I feel so badly that I can't pick him up at all. It makes me feel sad and guilty all at the same time. God help me, but all I want to do is get in bed and lay down. I don't want to do ANYTHING. I am sitting here in bed right now typing this at 630am while M is downstairs with a Luke who is raring to go. Just so lethargic and tired. I didn't know it was going to be this hard with the second, thank goodness I have M. I know he has a lot of projects going on and I try to let him work on them while I watch Luke on the weekends, but I don't know how much longer I can do that. I love spending time with Luke but all day long on a snowy day where we can't go outside drives me absolutely bonkers. I am the worst mom right now. I just feel like I want to focus on me and no one else and that's just not how a mom is supposed to feel, right? I'm so selfish. What is wrong with me?
Wow, I just realized for a holiday post, my last rant is downright depressing :)
This is the time of year I should be thanking the good Lord that I have beautiful family, wonderful life and a job in a time where so many don't have even one of these things much less all three. I am so blessed in so many ways, I can't forget that. I must not ever forget that.
28 week belly pictures below- photography by Pepop because I got stood up from my photographer..
The baby furniture got delivered this week also, and it looks awesome! It's the same baby's dream furniture that Luke has, except a different color- cinnamon instead of espresso. There is one piece missing that they expect to deliver in January, but I did spend the day setting up the nursery as much as I could. I feel the nesting urge happening again but then again, I feel like my life is one big nesting extravaganza.
I am also exhausted. Now that I am in my third trimester, I am so slow and really can't pick Luke up at all because of sharp pains in my belly and back. By 8pm every night I am spent and can hardly keep my eyes open. I don't run after Luke all day, being at work and everything, but he has been getting up so early- between 530 and 630am- and screams the entire time until I come get him. So I'm trying to get ready for work and it's just very anxiety inducing and stressful from the time we wake up until he gets dropped off at school at 815am. Then don't get me started on my stressful work day- jam packed full of meetings and bullsh*t. By the time we get home he is out of his mind and all he wants is "up up" and I feel so badly that I can't pick him up at all. It makes me feel sad and guilty all at the same time. God help me, but all I want to do is get in bed and lay down. I don't want to do ANYTHING. I am sitting here in bed right now typing this at 630am while M is downstairs with a Luke who is raring to go. Just so lethargic and tired. I didn't know it was going to be this hard with the second, thank goodness I have M. I know he has a lot of projects going on and I try to let him work on them while I watch Luke on the weekends, but I don't know how much longer I can do that. I love spending time with Luke but all day long on a snowy day where we can't go outside drives me absolutely bonkers. I am the worst mom right now. I just feel like I want to focus on me and no one else and that's just not how a mom is supposed to feel, right? I'm so selfish. What is wrong with me?
Wow, I just realized for a holiday post, my last rant is downright depressing :)
This is the time of year I should be thanking the good Lord that I have beautiful family, wonderful life and a job in a time where so many don't have even one of these things much less all three. I am so blessed in so many ways, I can't forget that. I must not ever forget that.
28 week belly pictures below- photography by Pepop because I got stood up from my photographer..
Monday, December 2, 2013
26 weeks- Stood up!
This past week marks the end of my second trimester! We have been very busy, especially because we just had a nice long weekend for Thanksgiving, my 34th (yikes) birthday, and other family functions!
Thanksgiving was so much fun this year- and it is every year- but especially because Luke was putting on a show :) He loves to ham it up for the crowd. My mom dressed him in her apron like a greek toga and he was loving every minute of it.
I had a great 34th birthday, got to have a pretnatal massage the day before, then the day of I had a girls lunch out with my mom, aunt and cousin at the Farmhouse restaurant. It was a nice leisurely 2 1/2 hour lunch with no interruptions and it was fabulous!
The day before my birthday I also went with M to his 20th high school reunion. I was the DD and we stayed out entirely too late for my pregnant self but it was worth it and he had a great time. It was great to catch up with some old friends we hadn't seen in awhile and get a little bit of a night out.
The Sunday of Thanksgiving weekend, we were supposed to meet our photographer for a maternity, family, holiday shoot. We planned to meet in Fair Hill, MD (30 mins from my hours) at 2pm. This cut into Luke's nap but we were working it out. I get everyone dressed, ready and down to our meeting spot 10 minutes early. I email the girl to tell her the car I'm in, and 15 minutes after she is supposed to be there she tells me she is an hour away and probably not coming. I am beside myself. I leave a message on the owner's cell phone and I tell her we won't be rescheduling. I say a few choice things and leave it at that. The girl emails me back and says she'll do the session and give a high resolution DVD all for free of the edited images. We decide we are going to meet up again next Sunday. Free works. What do we have to lose? I haven't been that angry in a long time. We are losing our opportunity for holiday shots and now probably won't get to use them on our holiday card, but there are worse things, right? Won't be using them again. Just going to use them for the freebie probably and that's it.
The little bugger #2 has been moving around so much lately. I can see and feel him from the outside, too. I wish I had more ultrasounds, I feel like I don't really know what's going on in there. I have to be better about my prenatal vitamins- I only sporadically take them and I have to do better. I have been drinking gallons of organic OJ every week, hopefully that's compensating :) I have had some sciatica pain if I'm on my feet for a lot of the day, but so far no numbness or any other aches to speak of. It's getting harder to push myself out of bed in the morning and roll over, but I haven't yet started to get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom.
I am feeling like there is something wrong with me, but this pregnancy has been quite uneventful. That's the calm before the storm, I'm sure. I feel like I'm being lulled into a false sense of security or something, but it has really been going well. Furniture is scheduled to be delivered next week then I feel like it starts to get really really real as I break out the clothes and newborn stuff all over again. I can't wait to set up the nursery again and prepare for his arrival! I think I jinxed myself when I said this was uneventful. The second time around is so different than the first. M made me laugh when he sent me an article from the Huffington post
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jen-simon/7-ways-a-second-pregnancy-cant-compare-to-a-first_b_4293463.html
Article posted below for when I slurp this into my Blurb Blog to Book for the new little guy. I do care about you, baby!
Thanksgiving was so much fun this year- and it is every year- but especially because Luke was putting on a show :) He loves to ham it up for the crowd. My mom dressed him in her apron like a greek toga and he was loving every minute of it.
I had a great 34th birthday, got to have a pretnatal massage the day before, then the day of I had a girls lunch out with my mom, aunt and cousin at the Farmhouse restaurant. It was a nice leisurely 2 1/2 hour lunch with no interruptions and it was fabulous!
The day before my birthday I also went with M to his 20th high school reunion. I was the DD and we stayed out entirely too late for my pregnant self but it was worth it and he had a great time. It was great to catch up with some old friends we hadn't seen in awhile and get a little bit of a night out.
The Sunday of Thanksgiving weekend, we were supposed to meet our photographer for a maternity, family, holiday shoot. We planned to meet in Fair Hill, MD (30 mins from my hours) at 2pm. This cut into Luke's nap but we were working it out. I get everyone dressed, ready and down to our meeting spot 10 minutes early. I email the girl to tell her the car I'm in, and 15 minutes after she is supposed to be there she tells me she is an hour away and probably not coming. I am beside myself. I leave a message on the owner's cell phone and I tell her we won't be rescheduling. I say a few choice things and leave it at that. The girl emails me back and says she'll do the session and give a high resolution DVD all for free of the edited images. We decide we are going to meet up again next Sunday. Free works. What do we have to lose? I haven't been that angry in a long time. We are losing our opportunity for holiday shots and now probably won't get to use them on our holiday card, but there are worse things, right? Won't be using them again. Just going to use them for the freebie probably and that's it.
The little bugger #2 has been moving around so much lately. I can see and feel him from the outside, too. I wish I had more ultrasounds, I feel like I don't really know what's going on in there. I have to be better about my prenatal vitamins- I only sporadically take them and I have to do better. I have been drinking gallons of organic OJ every week, hopefully that's compensating :) I have had some sciatica pain if I'm on my feet for a lot of the day, but so far no numbness or any other aches to speak of. It's getting harder to push myself out of bed in the morning and roll over, but I haven't yet started to get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom.
I am feeling like there is something wrong with me, but this pregnancy has been quite uneventful. That's the calm before the storm, I'm sure. I feel like I'm being lulled into a false sense of security or something, but it has really been going well. Furniture is scheduled to be delivered next week then I feel like it starts to get really really real as I break out the clothes and newborn stuff all over again. I can't wait to set up the nursery again and prepare for his arrival! I think I jinxed myself when I said this was uneventful. The second time around is so different than the first. M made me laugh when he sent me an article from the Huffington post
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jen-simon/7-ways-a-second-pregnancy-cant-compare-to-a-first_b_4293463.html
Article posted below for when I slurp this into my Blurb Blog to Book for the new little guy. I do care about you, baby!
7 Ways a Second Pregnancy Can't Compare to a First
Posted: 11/26/2013 3:50 pm
A second child is an entirely different experience than being pregnant with a first. When you're pregnant the first time, you're a princess; an amazing, delicate creature growing a new life in a masterful, mysterious way. People are in awe of your majesty. You're told to rest as much as possible. You're encouraged to pamper yourself. You're told you glow! But, for round two, you can forget about the special treatment. You can't rest or stay off your feet and you don't get any downtime or alone time, let alone time to pamper yourself. You're not a magic vessel creating a miracle, but an experienced mom. Do you glow? Maybe, but you do it while covered in pee, poop, blood and snot. For baby two, you're no longer an innocent newbie -- you've gone to battle once and you're an experienced soldier. And you're about to do it all over again.
During my second pregnancy, I realized why a second (and every subsequent) child has fewer pictures and accolades and less attention. Even though it took me a year to conceive the second time, when I finally did get pregnant, I was so consumed with the kid I already had that I couldn't focus on my second pregnancy. Every milestone, feeling or picture that I celebrated the first time kind of got ignored the second time around. Of course I love my second child as much as my older one, but pretty much everything about my second pregnancy was, in a way, less than my first. Here are some examples:
Sonogram pictures
For baby one, I marveled over each photo -- looking at his little ribs, spine, nose -- wondering what he'd look like, if he'd have his daddy's eyes or my mouth. We scanned the images and uploaded them to Facebook, making captions, sharing them proudly. I even made frames for my parents and in-laws so they could show off the baby before they had actual baby pictures. I kept each original picture (and even some duplicates) in a folder dedicated to the baby, in chronological order of course.
For baby two, I forgot to show my husband the pictures half the time. Instead, I found them days after my appointment, crumpled at the bottom of my bag, under snacks, wipes and crayons. When I thought about it, I put a few on the fridge, but I certainly don't make copies for my parents or in-laws this time. Why would they want a picture of an alien/fish/baby-looking thing when they could display a picture of their beautiful 3-year-old grandson instead? And Facebook? Forget it. I certainly wasn't taking the trouble to scan things, let alone show off a grainy, black-and-white image that wasn't even cute.
BabyCenter e-mails
For baby one, my husband and I both counted down the days until we received our weekly update emails. I updated my Gchat status each week to reflect the size fruit the baby correlated to (which I thought was so cute and not at all annoying). We looked at produce stands to better understand the size of our tiny, growing creature -- a kumquat -- how big is a kumquat, we wondered? I read, with interest and pleasure, what other women were thinking and the suggestions BabyCenter offered.
For baby two, I signed up for the weekly emails solely to keep me abreast of how far along I was. I knew my week changed on Thursdays, but that was it -- without the emails I would have been clueless. The second time around, I didn't care about the fruit/vegetable comparison, but I could ignore that. What annoyed me were the snippets of conversations the emails included. I did not care what other women were going through, wondering or feeling. And I got irritated with the "helpful hints" BabyCenter wanted to teach me. Worse yet was the concern-trolling. After I received the third email that was focused on weight gain, I decided to stop reading them altogether and deleted them as soon as I got my weekly update.
Belly pictures
For baby one, I diligently took pictures every two weeks, marking my pregnancy growth. I made sure to stand in the same place and wear the same outfit each time so we could see just how my belly was changing. I even made my husband take several pictures so I could choose the best one. I also lettered the signs just so and often rewrote them when I was unhappy with the size of the "1" in relation to the "8" or other such nonsense.
For baby two, I totally forgot that I had actually taken pictures of my belly on purpose the first time around. I remembered somewhere around 24 weeks, when I was already huge and bloated and didn't feel like showing off, let alone caring about a damn sign that would help document my giant ass for prosperity. So, I took no cutesy weekly update pictures while pregnant the second time around. If baby two wants to see what I looked like while I was pregnant with him, he can look at pictures of me with his brother.
Worries
For baby one, I worried about literally everything I could think about. I worried he would be a psychopath, a sociopath or a rapist. I worried about autism, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder and other developmental and mental disorders. I worried he would be a hermaphrodite. I worried he would be mean or stupid, that he wouldn't like me or that I wouldn't like him. I worried that I wouldn't be able to breastfeed. I worried that he would be kidnapped. I worried that I would be kidnapped and he would be cut out of me, raised by a crazy person or sold on the baby black market. I worried that I was damaging his psyche by watching shows like Criminal Minds or Law & Order: SVU -- would the violent crimes I watched on TV be internalized and imprinted on his tiny brain? Were those shows the reasons I was convinced I'd be kidnapped by that creepy van on the corner? And why was that creepy van on the corner? I once started crying at a restaurant because I was worried about the lotion I had used earlier that morning. Lotion. Not specialty lotion for a skin condition, but regular ol' lotion. If there was something happening, I worried about it. And then, of course, I worried that I was worrying too much and was going to give him an anxiety disorder based on all the in utero stress.
For baby two, I only worried about sleep. I mean, that's not completely true because there's no way to not worry about diseases or disorders or The Big Stuff, but for the most part, I mainly worried about how a second baby would fit into our family and how (and if) we would ever sleep again.
Eating
For baby one, I didn't eat anything that was verboten during pregnancy. By that, I mean I didn't have a sip of alcohol even when I joined my husband on a business trip we turned into a babymoon in Paris. Paris! And not even a sip of wine. No cheese at all in France, and in the states, no soft cheese, no sushi, no cold cuts and I literally wrote on my calendar when I had tuna so I wouldn't go beyond my allotted two cans in 10 days.
For baby two, I laughed in the face of the ridiculous rules of pregnancy eating. No, I didn't do anything to put my baby in jeopardy, but I ate sushi (from reputable places). I had a half of a beer a couple times. I ate soft cheese if it was pasteurized. I ate tuna sparingly, but didn't always keep track of exactly when. Basically, I didn't make myself crazy for the minuscule odds that I could contract a food-borne disease.
Nursery preparation
For baby one, I did more than plan out his room -- I went crafting crazy, dedicating hundreds of hours to his room's decoration. I made him a cross-stitch birth record, two matching cross-stitch wall pieces and a matching cross-stitch quilt (are you thinking of doing this? Don't! Unless you're insane, in which case you still shouldn't do it. Seriously, it's a ridiculous amount of work and under no circumstances should anyone ever attempt this). Against Jewish tradition, I had his room completely set up before he was even born and months before he moved out of our room and into his. Everything matched his theme (baby animals) or his colors (yellow and blue or rainbow). It was, if I may say so myself, an adorable nursery.
For baby two, my older son asked me what the baby's room was going to be and I actually laughed. The baby doesn't have a room and won't have one until we move into a bigger place. And when he does finally have a room? He'll either get the hand-me-downs from my first son's nursery (if I ever get around to finishing his half-finished birth record) so my older son can have a "big boy" room, or the boys will share a room.
Birth preparation
For baby one, I actively thought about giving birth. I wondered what it would be like and thought about the process, like how long I would be in labor and when I would ask for the epidural (because I knew it would be when and not if). I made a "labor" playlist for my iPod and bought a mini-speaker docking station so I could listen to music during my delivery. I bought myself a cute outfit to take pictures with the baby. Of course, an emergency C-section put the kibosh on all that, but I was even kind of mentally prepared for a C-section (just not one at 2:00 a.m.), knowing that they're increasingly common.
For baby two, I didn't think about the actual birth at all. Granted, having a scheduled C-section took the fear of labor and the uncertainty of when I would deliver out of my hands, but I didn't even think about the basics of what the delivery would be like. I was only concerned with logistics regarding my older son.
And that's kind of where we are now -- concerned with logistics regarding my older son. The baby's needs are always trumped by my older son's needs. When my son has to leave for school or get picked up from school, the baby's naps have to take a backseat. As the baby gets older, I'm sure we'll settle into a routine that works for everyone, but right now we're still figuring things out. And since my older son is at school, I'm going to go coo at the baby and take a few pictures of him while I can.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Striving
I strive to do this every day, for my baby and my unborn baby. I promise to you both I will always put you first. There is nothing in this world more important than you.
http://www.handsfreemama.com/2012/05/07/how-to-miss-a-childhood/
http://www.handsfreemama.com/2012/05/07/how-to-miss-a-childhood/
How to Miss a Childhood
Each minute of every day, we are presented with a choice on how we spend our moments. We can either miss the moments or grasp them. This photo was taken at a time in my life when I was missing the moments and in doing so, I was missing more than life.
By sharing my own painful truths when it comes to the distractions of the modern age, I have gained an unexpected insight. In the 18 months this blog has existed, I have been privy to a new distraction confession every single day.
Up until now, I never knew what to do with this unusual collection of painful admissions from an overly connected society. But today, in a moment of clarity, I knew. And a woman with 35 years experience as a day care provider held the key.
It came as a message in my inbox after the woman read my post “The Children Have Spoken” which included heart-breaking observations from children themselves about their parents’ excessive phone use.
As soon as I read the first sentence of the caregiver’s email, I knew this message was different than any I had ever received. The hairs on my arms stood up as I absorbed each word that came uncomfortably close to home.
It was a voice of heartache, wisdom, and urgency speaking directly to the parents of the 21st century:
“I can recall a time when you were out with your children you were really with them. You engaged in a back and forth dialog even if they were pre-verbal. You said, ‘Look at the bus, see the doggie, etc.’ Now I see you on the phone, pushing your kids on the swings while distracted by your devices. You think you are spending time with them but you are not present really. When I see you pick up your kids at day care while you’re on the phone, it breaks my heart. They hear your adult conversations. What do they overhear? What is the message they receive? I am not important; I am not important.”
In a 100-word paragraph this concerned woman who has cared for babies since 1977 revealed a disturbing recipe … How to Miss a Childhood.
And because I possess hundreds of distraction confessions, including stories from my own former highly distracted life, I have all the damaging ingredients.
All it takes is one child and one phone and this tragic recipe can be yours.
How to Miss a Childhood
*Keep your phone turned on at all times of the day. Allow the rings, beeps, and buzzes to interrupt your child midsentence; always let the caller take priority.
*Keep your phone turned on at all times of the day. Allow the rings, beeps, and buzzes to interrupt your child midsentence; always let the caller take priority.
*Carry your phone around so much that when you happen to leave it in one room your child will come running with it proudly in hand—treating it more like a much needed breathing apparatus than a communication device.
*Decide the app you’re playing is more important than throwing the ball in the yard with your kids. Even better, yell at them to leave you alone while you play your game.
*Take your children to the zoo and spend so much time on your phone that your child looks longingly at the mother who is engaged with her children and wishes she was with her instead.
*While you wait for the server to bring your food or the movie to start, get out your phone and stare at it despite the fact your child sits inches away longing for you talk to him.
*Go to your child’s sporting event and look up periodically from your phone thinking she won’t notice that you are not fully focused on her game.
*Check your phone first thing in the morning … even before you kiss, hug, or greet the people in your family.
*Neglect daily rituals like tucking your child into bed or nightly dinner conversation because you are too busy with your online activity.
*Don’t look up from your phone when your child speaks to you or just reply with an “uh huh” so she thinks you were listening.
*Lose your temper with your child when he “bothers” you while you are interacting with your hand-held electronic device.
*Give an exasperated sigh when your child asks you to push her on the swing. Can’t she see you’re busy?
*Use drive time to call other people regardless of the fact you could be talking to your kids about their day—or about their worries, their fears, or their dreams.
*Read email and text messages at stoplights. Then tell yourself that when your kids are old enough to drive they won’t remember you did this all the time.
*Have the phone to your ear when she gets in or out of the car. Convince yourself a loving hello or goodbye is highly overrated.
Follow this recipe and you will have:
• Missed opportunities for human connection
• Fewer chances to create beautiful memories
• Lack of connection to the people most precious to you
• Inability to really know your children and them unable to know you
• Overwhelming regret
If you find this recipe difficult to read—if you find that you have tears in your eyes, I thank you, and your child thanks you.
It is not easy to consider the possibility that the distractions of the modern age have taken an undeserved priority over the people who matter in your life. In fact, when I admitted this difficult truth to myself almost two years ago, I experienced an emotional breakdown. However, that breakdown became a breakthrough that propelled me to begin my life-changing “Hands Free” journey.
Here’s the thing: You don’t have to follow the above recipe. Yes, it is the 21st century. Yes, the whole world is online. Yes, the communications for your job are important. Yes, at times you must be readily available. But despite all those factors, you do not have to sacrifice your child’s childhood; nor do you have to sacrifice your life.
May I recommend this recipe instead?
How to Grasp a Childhood:
Look into her eyes when she speaks to you … Your uninterrupted gaze is love to your child
Take time to be with him—really be with him by giving your full attention … The gift of your total presence is love to your child.
Hold her hand, rub his back, listen to her heart beat, and smooth his hair … Your gentle touch is love to your child.
Greet her like you missed her when she was not in your presence … Seeing your face light up when you see her is love to your child
Play with him … Your involvement in his activities is love to your child
Set an example of being distraction-free while driving … Positive role modeling behind the wheel is love (and safety) to your child.
Create a distraction-free daily ritual … Consistently making him a priority each day is love to your child.
Focus and smile at her from the stands, sidelines, or the audience … Seeing the joy on your face as you watch is love to your child.
The recipe for “How to Grasp a Childhood” requires only one thing: You must put down your phone. Whether it is for ten minutes, two hours, or an entire Saturday, beautiful human connection, memory making, and parent-child bonding can occur every single time you let go of distraction to grasp what really matters.
The beautiful, life-changing results of your “Hands Free” action can start today … right now … the moment you put down the phone.
Saturday, November 23, 2013
25 weeks
I keep feeling like I'm forgetting something. Like, this pregnancy has flown by so fast and I haven't really done anything to prepare for it. I mean, I've ordered furniture, I have the doula, pediatrician, day care, cord blood kit, clothes, toys, feeding and bathing equipment. But I haven't actually had to do anything to really get ready because we've done this before, and we've done it for a boy. It seems like I'm missing something but I don't think that I am. I guess I'll find out as we get closer. M and I were commenting today about how the second time around it's hard enough to keep up with life as it's going on right now with Luke. Maybe that's how second children get kind of lost in the shuffle- less likely to have a baby book, etc. :) But I am going to try so hard not to do that to our second. I want to treat it like the first, but I guess by design that can't be done.
He moves a lot in there at 25 weeks. He kicks a lot during the day and at night I feel him the most when I'm in bed. I can't wait to meet him to see what he looks like, and what kind of little personality he has. I wonder if he'll be like Luke or the polar opposite. It's so interesting to get to know your child's personality traits and I'm looking forward to spending a lot of time with him on maternity leave.
As far as the pregnancy goes- I still get around quite well but I'm getting slower by the day. I don't have any weird cravings or anything and no sciatica or numbness in my arms..yet :) I am tired a lot but thats from chasing around Mr. Luke. Luke now lifts up my shirt and kisses and/or hugs the "baby" on command. If you ask him where the baby is he'll point to my belly. Sometimes he hauls off and smacks my belly really hard, and we have to re-emphasize that we must "do nice" to the baby and use our "gentle hands". LOL. Heaven help the new baby :) When Luke is with his smaller cousins, instead of taking something away from them and saying "no!", we talk about sharing and being nice. Then he usually comes around and will give a toy or binky to the younger cousin. He's putting it all together more and more every day.
I scheduled family/maternity/holiday photos for tomorrow. Of course, in spite of some of the nice weather we've been having, it's supposed to be 17 degrees and windy. I just made the call to postpone until next Sunday, since our plan is to be outside. We are going to be using Lightworks Photography this time, instead of other photographers we've used in the past. I'm just trying to get one person that I really like and I want to continue to use them throughout the years if possible. If we like these guys, I'm going to book them for newborn photos at the house in mid March. I'm excited because she has some really good ideas and takes my pinterest board seriously :) We hope to use these pictures as our 2013 holiday card, so I'm pretty stoked to see what they will look like.
He moves a lot in there at 25 weeks. He kicks a lot during the day and at night I feel him the most when I'm in bed. I can't wait to meet him to see what he looks like, and what kind of little personality he has. I wonder if he'll be like Luke or the polar opposite. It's so interesting to get to know your child's personality traits and I'm looking forward to spending a lot of time with him on maternity leave.
As far as the pregnancy goes- I still get around quite well but I'm getting slower by the day. I don't have any weird cravings or anything and no sciatica or numbness in my arms..yet :) I am tired a lot but thats from chasing around Mr. Luke. Luke now lifts up my shirt and kisses and/or hugs the "baby" on command. If you ask him where the baby is he'll point to my belly. Sometimes he hauls off and smacks my belly really hard, and we have to re-emphasize that we must "do nice" to the baby and use our "gentle hands". LOL. Heaven help the new baby :) When Luke is with his smaller cousins, instead of taking something away from them and saying "no!", we talk about sharing and being nice. Then he usually comes around and will give a toy or binky to the younger cousin. He's putting it all together more and more every day.
I scheduled family/maternity/holiday photos for tomorrow. Of course, in spite of some of the nice weather we've been having, it's supposed to be 17 degrees and windy. I just made the call to postpone until next Sunday, since our plan is to be outside. We are going to be using Lightworks Photography this time, instead of other photographers we've used in the past. I'm just trying to get one person that I really like and I want to continue to use them throughout the years if possible. If we like these guys, I'm going to book them for newborn photos at the house in mid March. I'm excited because she has some really good ideas and takes my pinterest board seriously :) We hope to use these pictures as our 2013 holiday card, so I'm pretty stoked to see what they will look like.
Friday, November 8, 2013
23 weeks
I’m having a little bit of an issue I don’t remember having last time. I have anxiety and depression over the unloved, abused and neglected children in the world. I let my mind run wild and all I can think of is Luke in an abusive or neglecting household and I lose my sh*t. I cry hysterically for long periods of time and I can’t dig myself out of it or distract myself. It usually only happens at night, and it’s quite scary and upsetting. I’ve never felt like this before and I don’t know what to do about it. I talked to my friend who is a psychologist and she said it’s very common and probably even amplified by my pregnancy. I was always horrified (as we all are perhaps) by tv shows or the news that depict crimes against children. But my feelings are on a whole new level. I can’t explain it, it’s something that has just overtaken me and won’t let go. She told me that the informal “therapy” for this is to redirect your thoughts, pray about it or do something about it so that you feel you are maybe contributing to the solution. The redirecting of thoughts is difficult, but I have found myself at luke’s bedside while he sleeps, praying for all of the children of the world for a half hour or hour at a time. Usually I have to leave because I’m crying so violently I’m afraid I will wake him. I have donated to domestic violence and children’s charities online, and even reading about the charities and what they need makes me lose it. I want to volunteer at one of the local ones but all of the volunteer times seem to be during the week when I work. They also don’t want you to drop off your donations (not sure if it’s a safety issue?) but you have to call first.
So I’ve been kind of dealing with this for awhile now and don’t really know what to do to combat it. I don’t really want to distract myself only because I think it’s a worthy cause and to bury your head in the sand or pretend it doesn’t happen seems like something I shouldn’t do. But I know my current feelings on the subject and if I let myself I would cry 24/7 over it and not really have anything to do about it. I think maybe I’ll continue to throw money at it and make donations to the local safe houses until I can get to a point in my life where I can do something about it and volunteer. It's like I want to take them all into my safe little bubble and protect them, and obviously no one can do that.
On a positive note, not to leave you feeling too depressed...today when M came home we were talking to Luke and asked him where the baby was. He promptly went up to my belly and when asked to give the baby a kiss and hug, he DID IT! That is the first time ever...he never acknowledged the baby like that before, but he kissed my belly and hugged it and put his head on my belly. ADORABLE. M tried to get it on video but Luke got distracted with his swiffer duster. My man loves to clean :)
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
20 weeks- halfway point!
This week marks the halfway point of my second pregnancy! I
can’t believe I’m actually writing those words. The fact that we are in this
place is so unbelievable to us and we are so incredibly excited!
The last few weeks have been kind of tough bc M has been on
his 6 week outage- 7 days a week 13 hrs a day! So I have been playing single
mom- maybe because I haven’t been doing it that long yet but it’s not as bad as
I imagined. Don’t get me wrong, we need
two parents to raise these kids! But….I am enjoying my alone time and play time
with Luke in the evenings. He is such a
special little person and I love spending time with him!
Today I ordered the new baby’s furniture. I got the exact same Baby’s Dream Legendary
furniture as we got Luke, except in the Cinnamon color instead of
Espresso. Everything else is from Luke’s
nursery (sorry new baby!) including the rug, recliner and wall art. I have to get another diaper genie and
double stroller/car seat but otherwise I think we are set! My cousin gave me all of her new baby’s
newborn and 3 month clothes, and combined with the existing set I had this baby
is going to get to wear a new outfit every day of the first 3 months he is
born!
I am now going to my new/old OBGYN that admits to Chester
County Hospital. I went to them for the
5 month appointment last week and met with the doctor the doula Nikki wanted me
to go to because she was doula and VBAC friendly, and also willing to let me go
until 42 weeks. All seems to be going well; I met the sweetest nurse that I
hope to keep seeing during my upcoming visits to their KSQ office. She was also an infertility patient with my
doctor but has not had success yet. What
a job to have! Around babies and
pregnant women all day when you are having trouble yourself! She seemed to be a
very sweet person and I completely feel her pain! We spent most of my hour appointment talking
about her situation because I just wanted to listen to her and have her feel
like someone understood. I almost sent
her this blog ;) Maybe she’ll find it on
her own.
Yesterday I had the normal 20 week level 2
ultrasound/anatomy scan at Maternal/fetal medicine of Chester County
Hospital. I was there for about an hour
and a half and the little guy is just making a huge ruckus in there! I don’t feel him that often, but judging by
the movement on the screen he will not be the laid back one! He was moving
around so much and stretching, putting his arms up, etc. Everything is wonderfully NORMAL and
uneventful. Just how I like it, I’ve had
enough excitement in my life, normal is good-
This week we are getting a new ceiling fan installed in our
room to replace the 10 yr old one that is now gray instead of white. Also, in
Luke’s big boy room we are getting one installed because there was not an
existing one and his room has no light and also will probably get hot in the
summer. I think that should do it for
house projects before the baby comes- I need to relax with spending all of M’s
outage money! Well…maybe after the outage and into the new year M can start the
basement- we are going to need that play room before we know it! Our upstairs
is starting to be over taken with toys and it’s only going to get worse…
As far as my own physical and emotional (ha) health right
now, I would say things are pretty status quo. I am still seeing my
chiropractor on a monthly basis and that seems to have helped relieve some/all
of my previous back pain and my sciatica is at a minimum. I have gained approx 12 lbs so far and I
swear 5 of it is boob weight J I have cravings still for cheese, but I can
keep my meat cravings at bay if I have veggie cheese pizza every night. I’ve
been eating risotto, veggie chili, pizza, greek and cesear salads, and candy. Candy is my vice- not even desserts. I could
care less about cake, brownies and dare I say in this fall season…pumpkin. I usually am a pumpkin freak but honestly I
don’t even really care if I have pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving. I’m trying to
think if there is any one thing I could eat every day, and I would have to say
it is PIZZA. I don’t care what kind
either- veggie, tomato pie, regular plain cheese- just pizza pizza pizza. Maybe it’s the carbs- but I love bread. I’ve
been eating bagels with cream cheese too like it’s going out of style, and
apples, peaches and plums. Anything
that’s easy to prepare- given that I was thinking about outsourcing my food
prep a few short weeks ago. I think I’m
off that topic for now- but when the second baby comes perhaps we’ll revisit
that to help with weight loss, too..
All in all I would say this is going quite well and I’m
looking forward to a very low profile pregnancy for the next half J
Sunday, October 13, 2013
19 weeks
I can't believe this pregnancy is almost halfway through. I feel like I have had zero time to enjoy it, between all of the testing up through 13 weeks and now with work being so busy and M working lots of overtime. It's difficult to stop and smell the roses and just relax. It is definitely difficult being pregnant with a 15 month old running around non stop. I can't play and roll around with him like I want to. I am definitely getting bigger...but got on the scale yesterday and I'm only up around 8 lbs from starting weight. That is definitely good compared to last time!
A few weeks ago we had our upstairs hardwood floors finished and moved Luke into the big boy room. I am 6 weeks into an area rug search for the hallway and our master bedroom. This feels like the granite fiasco just before Luke was born- at least I didn't wait until I was 30 weeks pregnant to start this task! Next week an electrician is coming to install a new ceiling fan in our bedroom and a ceiling fan with light in Luke's new big boy bedroom (that didn't have a fan before). Luke is officially all set up with his new big boy room and decor!
I am scheduled to go to my brand new (but old) OBGYN this week. I am excited to hear what they have to say about VBAC and they come highly recommended from doula Nikki. I also let day care know to hold a spot for me in August 2014 for this new little bundle! We have day care, pediatrician, hospital, doula all arranged! I think I just have to order the furniture and the cord blood kit and we are all good. Although, now that I'm thinking about it, I'll probably need a double stroller, another diaper genie and to transition Luke into a toddler carseat so the baby can have the other car seat. Man, maybe I do need a list after all...I was thinking this one was so much easier because we did everything and have everything already...
I feel the little guy kicking in there every couple of days. I can't remember if I felt more last time, but sometimes I have to doppler because I get nervous. My appetite has been very weird lately, I'm not really that hungry or craving much of anything. I only eat because I have to- not because I necessarily want anything. If you can believe it, I don't even care that much if I have sweets or ice cream. I am not sure if it's because I'm busy with a toddler, but there's not a whole lot of time for mama to eat. I think I need to outsource food preparation ;)
A few weeks ago we had our upstairs hardwood floors finished and moved Luke into the big boy room. I am 6 weeks into an area rug search for the hallway and our master bedroom. This feels like the granite fiasco just before Luke was born- at least I didn't wait until I was 30 weeks pregnant to start this task! Next week an electrician is coming to install a new ceiling fan in our bedroom and a ceiling fan with light in Luke's new big boy bedroom (that didn't have a fan before). Luke is officially all set up with his new big boy room and decor!
I am scheduled to go to my brand new (but old) OBGYN this week. I am excited to hear what they have to say about VBAC and they come highly recommended from doula Nikki. I also let day care know to hold a spot for me in August 2014 for this new little bundle! We have day care, pediatrician, hospital, doula all arranged! I think I just have to order the furniture and the cord blood kit and we are all good. Although, now that I'm thinking about it, I'll probably need a double stroller, another diaper genie and to transition Luke into a toddler carseat so the baby can have the other car seat. Man, maybe I do need a list after all...I was thinking this one was so much easier because we did everything and have everything already...
I feel the little guy kicking in there every couple of days. I can't remember if I felt more last time, but sometimes I have to doppler because I get nervous. My appetite has been very weird lately, I'm not really that hungry or craving much of anything. I only eat because I have to- not because I necessarily want anything. If you can believe it, I don't even care that much if I have sweets or ice cream. I am not sure if it's because I'm busy with a toddler, but there's not a whole lot of time for mama to eat. I think I need to outsource food preparation ;)
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