7.01.2009

Our First Fortnight!

As of yesterday, our little Gwendy-bird is 2 weeks old! To celebrate, we visited her arch nemesis, the pediatrician. Seriously, why are all the things peds do so howl-inducing? I've heard Gwendy make noises in that office she's never made at home. They stripped her down (which she hates) and put drops in her eyes (which she SUPER hates) and made me take my pinky out of her mouth so they could take a look down her throat (which caused world-melting Super-Dolphin-Scream, which Mommy REALLY REALLY HATES).

But great news- not only is she incredibly healthy- she now weighs 8lbs, 4 oz, which is a 10oz gain from her birth weight!! They always hope babies get back to birth weight by day 10, and here's my little champ seeing them and raising them. I must admit, I was proud as punch, as it is my hard-earned milk adding on all that new padding.

My mom, sister and grammy were out all last week to meet our girl; photos ensued:


And, BONUS, some lists:

Things that are harder than I expected:
1. Lack of Sleep- Because, really, you can't understand lack of sleep until you are experiencing lack of sleep. It colors everything- and I have a so-called 'easy baby' who drops off for 3 hours at a clip! Wow. Imagine a true wailer.....boggles my mind.

2. My Dogs- All my waking hours are spent tending to my human child, so my fur-children are getting the short end of the stick for now. And that makes me feel really crappy, cause like, I love them. But we'll get the hang of it soon and make it up to them.

3. Dealing with Unsolicited Advice- New moms are at their most vulnerable and insecure, cause they love their babies and want the best for them and yet have relatively little experience in making that happen. So all the conflicting advice from well-meaning folks and over-bearing books is totally a mind screw.

4. It's SO Not About Me Anymore- I never have much time to do anything for myself these days, up to and including showering and eating dinner with both hands. So it's an adjustment, not just living for your own needs. Luckily I love the creature whose needs come first more than my own person, so it's not too hard.

Things that Are Easier than I Expected:
1. Breastfeeding- we had one or two awful days, but now we are like fishes in water. The only drawback is I look like I went to Mexico for a cheap boob job that no doctor would be willing to do in the States. They are ridiculous, folks. Seriously. I had prepared for breastfeeding to suck out loud- and while it is not easy, I really do enjoy having her wee hand pat me on the bosom while she nurses as if to say "Thanks Mom, for walking around looking like Anna Nicole Smith for my nourishment!".

2. Saying No to People- If I don't feel up to it, or if it is not conducive to Gwen's well-being, I don't do it. No. And no. And no again. So there.

3. Poo Diapers/Spit up/ Etc.- They're not really that gross in general (all they eat is milk, after all) and not gross at all when it's your kid. Plus all that Emmy Orifice Maintenance is coming in handy, cause nothing shakes me now.

4. Knowing I am a Really Good Mom- Cause I just know it. And that's pretty cool.

6.21.2009

Happy Father's Day!








My amazing hubby and his amazing daughter. Happy Daddy's day, honey.
What a week, you guys. I promise once I come up for air I'll relate the whole incredible (at least to me) story. Let's just leave it at this: nothing will ever be the same, in the best possible way.
Also, to all of you who will get a whole night's sleep tonite- treasure it like a perfect shimmering jewel. Sleep. Precious sleeeeeeeep.

6.18.2009

Love at First Sight

It's possible. In fact it turns out it's inevitable. She's here. I'd say more, but I have an armfull of Gwendy right now and am typing one-handed.
Has anyone ever been this happy?
Gwendolyn Joy Fitzpatrick
6/16/09
1:04 am
7lbs, 10 oz.




6.08.2009

Addendum to Previous Blog

The Full Moon can officially suck it too.

6.05.2009

"Labor-inducing", my ass.

As of today, my official due date,
The Following Things Can Officially Suck it:

1. Red Raspberry Leaf Tea- shove it right up your hippie butts. It tastes like old socks, and has done nathans, as my sis would say.

2. Caioti Pizza's Maternity Salad- 8 bucks for some lettuce and dressing, and nothing doing.

3. Eggplant Parmigiana- I ate nearly an entire pan on my own. Delicious, but no dice.

4. Pineapple- ok, pineapple, i still love you. But you have not been the Cervical Miracle Worker I was promised.

5. Castor Oil: I have not taken this as it causes severe diarrhea and vomiting, both of which are not conducive to health in general or labor in particular.

6. The Suggestion That We Have Sex to Make Baby Come out: Not proven to work, and really folks, if you were me, would you be "in the mood"? I look like a small hippo, and I feel like a large hippo. Not sexy.

7. Walking: I think I have put about 20 miles on my flip flops the past 2 weeks. Baby? Still not here.

Ok, feel a little better now. This girl-child, she is like her momma, she does things in her own sweet time. I have a doc apt on Monday, and this Sunday is the FULL MOON (cue wind chimes) so maybe I'll have some good updates for you. Until then, pregnant I am, and pregnant I stay.

6.02.2009

Conundrum Resolved

Ok, we're gonna wait. We will keep a scheduled induction for June 15th, just in case (10 days past due). But 3 days past her due date isn't enough to induce, in my 'umble opinion. So we wait. Until she's ready. Sigh...

A Conundrum...

Doc apt yesterday. Guess what? All the walking (5+ miles this weekend), pregnancy salad eating, Red Raspberry Leaf tea drinking, and various other "labor-inducing" shenanigans I've been partaking of have done NOTHING. NADDA. ZILCH-O. I am not dialated, not effaced, and pretty much closed like a sad lonely GM plant in the rust belt. So now my doc wants to talk about induction. Basically, her idea is let's do it on Monday, June 8th. So birth about 3-4 days after my due date. And we. are. mind-screwed.
See, I know like 'natural is best', 'let her come when she's ready', blah blah bliggety blah. But this kid is getting bigger and bigger....so if I wait we could end up w/ a c-section. Aint so much nature involved in that, huh? They only do the inductions on Mondays and Tuesdays each week- so if we don't go on the 8th or 9th, we are into the 42nd week...And after 42 weeks risk starts to go up (aging placenta, meconium in amnio fluid, some increase in stillbirth rate). So to me, like why not just do it and get it done? But then am I jumping the gun? You see how my mind chases itself like a dog after it's own tail?
And then there's the part of me that just wants to be done. Cause I want my baby and I want to not be pregnant anymore and I can't sleep and I walk around like a zombie. And while that's no reason to induce, it's hard to seperate the desire from making the decision. Argh.
I know this much- I will do whatever is ultimately best for Gwendolyn. I just don't know what that is....