We Interrupt the Cute Babyness of This Blog To Bring You My Hair

16 Comments Published by bee September 5th, 2008 in My Hair Should Have It's Own Blog.

I decided to let my girl just go to town.� I ended up with this little asymmetrical ditty.� If you look in the mirror in the background, you can kind of see the longer side.� I love it!� It’s way too cool for me.�� (Note to self:� go buy some rock star clothes ASAP!� On second thought, self, lose last 12 lbs of Buggie fat ASAP, then go buy rock star clothes.)

Now what are the chances I’ll actually be able to fix it to look like this again?

“Eyes Open”

14 Comments Published by bee September 3rd, 2008 in Bug.

Woggie’s favorite thing is when Bug’s eyes are open. When she’s eating, he often crawls up into my lap and proclaims “Eyes open!” Often way too loudly. But, I think her eyes make her seem real to him. Plus, she watches him. Closely. In a different way than she looks at me or HH. It’s like they’re talking without words. Like she knows that he’s her playmate. And protector. For life. And watching them communicate like that… it melts me.

Labor Day

13 Comments Published by bee September 1st, 2008 in .

Since some folks are a little curious about how the birth of the Bug went down, I thought that no day would be better to share than Labor Day.

I know, I’m a thematic genius.

I was pretty torn from the get-go as to whether I wanted to attempt a VBAC or schedule another C-section. My C-section with Woggie was a good experience and I had no complaints about the procedure or recovery. I was just concerned that the recovery would be more difficult with my second since I’d have a two year-old to tend to. But, even more so, I thought that I might be missing out on some vital part of being a mom and not pushing a baby out via a “normal” birth.

I asked opinions. I did my research. I made a decision (well, kind of). As we got closer, there was no progress (if you remember, even after receiving a butt load of pitocin with Woggie, I dilated ZERO.) So I asked to go ahead and get a C-section scheduled for 8/8/08. Obviously, every other mama-to-be had the same idea, because that day was full and I got 8/7/08 instead. I was all kind of bummed not to get 8/8. Since having a 6/6/06 baby and losing a large part of my ability to remember things such as dates, I thought an 8/8/08 baby would be less for me to have to remember in light of the possibility of losing even more memory capability. Plus, it would be kind of cute. But, alas, 8/8 was not meant to be.

I was scheduled to report to the hospital at 5:00 AM on the morning of 8/7, so we arranged for Woggie to spend the night with my parents. I was sick at the thought of his being away on our last night as a family of three, so we went out and got BBQ to eat with the Superman cupcakes that HH brought home after work. As Woggie and I waited in the car to HH to pick up the BBQ, I started to feel what I assumed were contractions. Having only felt some minor contracting after the pitocin a couple of years ago, I wasn’t entirely sure, so I kept it to myself so that Captain Panic HH wouldn’t get all antsy. By the time we got Woggie to my folks’ house at almost 9:00, I could hardly hide the fact that I was IN. PAIN.

I proceeded to walk the floor the whole night while HH slept. I went back and forth on whether or not to put make up on or try to sleep. If you know me, you can guess that the make up won. My contractions were either mild and close or painful and far apart. Each time I’d go to the bedroom to wake HH up so we could call the doctor, they’d slack off. I made it to about 3:30 AM, when I finally woke HH up to finish packing his bag and start loading the car. By about 4:15, we were headed to the hospital. I figured I’d get there and let the nurses decide whether or not to call the doctor in early.

And this is where you’ll probably lose a little respect for me as a woman and a mother.

I arrived and immediately informed the staff that I was having contractions. They were not really concerned. You’d think they see women in labor every day or something. It didn’t take me long to realize that I’d get my epidural faster if didn’t make a big deal out of the contractions. So I didn’t. And within an hour, I was checked in, gowned up with arms and legs wrapped around my new BFF, Sunni (my L&D nurse), while Dr. Feelgood was injecting the happy juice into my spine.

And at exactly 7:00 AM, I was rolled into the OR where about fifty bazillion cute, chipper girls were scrubbed up and ready to roll by big ol’ behind onto the table. It was a totally different scene than I remember from two years ago. These gals were all chatting with me and with each other and they were totally digging my C-Section scar from Woggie’s birth. And I must agree, my OB/GYN (who is still my GYN, but no longer OB’s) is an incision rockstar! Turns out, my OB this time is too! My incision looks so good, I’ve been tempted to post a pic for all of you. But I guess that would turn this into an entirely different sort of blog. Anyhoo, 29 minutes after being wheeled back, Bug was pulled out, the blue cloth was dropped and there she was, all covered in goo, screaming like a banshee, and every bit as gorgeous as her brother.

So, that’s it. My labor day story. Not as exciting a birth story as some. But it’s mine. And even though they were products of pretty boring pregnancies and births, both Bug and Woggie are proving to be anything but!

In case you were wondering, recovery this time was much more painful due to the added post partum chore of chasing a Wog, but I’m feeling pretty darn good these days. As a matter of fact, if it were not for my super marshmallowy midsection and the bottles and burpcloths randomly strewn about the house, I’d hardly know I’d had a baby at all.

Ok, maybe that’s a bit of a stretch.

Happy Labor Day, all!

Look! Another One!

10 Comments Published by bee August 25th, 2008 in Bug.

I know! Two posts? What the…?! But I feel that the changing of a bloggy name deserves it’s own post. Li’l Bit is now Bug. Or The Bug. Or Buggie. Not sure how it happened, but that’s is what we call her. I personally think Night Owl would be more appropriate, but I’m praying that changes VERY. SOON. Mama needs some more sleep. Or a caffeine IV.

Tootie was also in the running. For obvious reasons. But, for her sake, that’s not a bloggy name that will age very well. Can you imagine… “Here’s Tootie at her senior prom…”

I don’t think she’d approve of that.