My 1st pregnancy + Hadley's Birth Story

Monday, December 30, 2013

I've been debating posting about my pregnancy for a while now and it's been on my mind even more so as we've been reflecting on this absolutely cRaZy past year! So I've decided, why not?! I will forewarn you though... this post is absurdly long (really, almost a novel long) and some of this information might be a little lot TMI. I apologize in advance. But I do think it will be helpful for anyone worried about what to expect when expecting!

When Josh & I found out we we're pregnant we did what many people do... we freaked the fuck out. The thought of having this little, innocent, perfect human being to care for and not screw it up is absolutely paralyzing. WHAT DO WE DO?!!!! I felt such a mix of emotions... fear, excitement, worry, gratitude. The whole thing is plain overwhelming at first.

But after a while, everything started to sink in and I knew we we're ready. Let's do this baby thing, shall we?!


We bought a few baby books and many we're given to us. I honestly read one and didn't enjoy it all. I liked reading about another person's experience just because I really didn't know what to expect but I found the author to be so unrelatable. And while information is definitely an important part of educating yourself into parenthood, I think finding someone you can relate to and who comforts you along the way is so much more important. I discovered Little Baby Garvin thanks to my sister's recommendation and it became my pregnancy/baby bible. Finally, a gal who missed beer as much as I did! 

My pregnancy was really a wonderful time. When I look back on it I remember feeling amazing. This is definitely not the case for everyone so I feel really thankful I had that experience. In the beginning I had some nausea but never got sick (which is awesome because throwing up to me is the worst thing EVER. If you want to read more of my whining on that subject you can find it here). The worst thing in the beginning for me was soreness in my boobs. They we're swollen and I remember it hurt to lay on my belly and chest. Luckily, that pain went away once I reached about halfway through my 2nd trimester. The other thing I remember from the beginning was being extremely tired, which seems to be pretty common for most women.

As my pregnancy moved along we had a few scares with genetic testing (more on that here) and had the option of getting an amniocentesis. We did some research on the procedure (basically a big needle being stuck into your belly to remove amniotic fluid from the sac that holds the baby) and risks included. We decided against it. While we wanted to make sure our baby was healthy, we decided the risks of losing the baby weren't worth it. Whether or not my child was going to be born with Down Syndrome or not was always something that was in the back of my mind... but I knew the most important thing I could do was take care of my myself, and therefore my baby. Positive vibes all the way people!

As my belly (and my boobs) got larger, things stayed pretty much the same for me. I had some pain in my hips and feet but nothing major. Sleeping was definitely a pain the ass sometimes. I love to sleep on my belly and that's a pregnancy no-no (along with not eating raw fish, drinking alcohol and tons of other things I love). I also dealt with some constipation throughout my pregnancy, but nothing too severe (yet).


Hadley finally arrived 11 days after her due date. I know most people feel super uncomfortable by their third trimester but I really didn't feel that large (although the pictures clearly show otherwise). I felt good but was just so anxious for her to be here! And how did I deal with that? I nested and baked like a crazy person. If any of you don't believe in the whole nesting phenomenon I can assure you it is definitely legit.

Since our stubborn little gal didn't want to come out I had to be induced. Josh and I wanted her to come on her own but the doc's started worrying about my fluid and her oxygen levels so we had to go with it. One tip: going with the flow is definitely helpful during pregnancy, labor, parenthood and really life in general.

We we're scheduled to be induced at 8pm on Wednesday, May 29th but I started having contractions the night before. Ahhhhh, contractions. The evil monster of delivery. Okay, so I thought about this long and hard while I was sitting on my couch at 5am on the 29th trying to distract myself from the pain. Lucky for me, my contractions we're an hour apart so I had to just wait it out and I could not sleep through them.

Okay, so this what a contraction felt like to me. Remember when people used to give "Indian rug burns" to you in 5th grade? Okay, pretend someone is reaching into your lower back and grabbing the center most part of your body (I'm talking like DEEEEEP in there), doing the Indian rug burn and dragging you up a hill at the same time. YEAH. Fun shit aye?!

As my contractions got closer and closer together we decided to go to the hospital early to make sure the baby wasn't born in our family room. When I got all set up in the room they checked me and I was dilated 0.5 centimeters. HALF OF A CENTIMETER. I was so bummed. I thought I was at least 5 by then (10 is push time). Ha ha ha, sick joke self! I remember thinking... does it get worse than this?! It does... I won't lie to you.

At this point my water still hadn't broken and all we could really do is wait. They gave me medicine to "soften my cervix" (I warned you about the TMI) and try to move things along. This made the contractions more frequent and things began to get really painful. Before this I was able to move around which helped me deal with the pain. Once I was in the hospital they we're monitoring me and the baby pretty closely so I was stuck in the bed for the majority of the time.

In our hospital room they had a monitor that shows stats for every woman in the Labor and Delivery wing. I could see these huge spikes on graphs of women who we're much farther along than me and even pushing their babies out. I felt like such a wimp because my spikes we're more like soft, rolling hills.

The black squiggly line is the graph of my contractions and this is nothing compared to some of the raging peaks on other screens.

I started to get upset when I was looking at all the other ladies and their out of control contractions while I was suffering with my little bumps. It went on like this for a few hours and by 11pm that night I cracked. I started sobbing. My contractions we're radiating in my thighs at this point. Josh was pale and distraught watching me suffer. The nurse came in and Josh asked her about the graphs. She told us, "Oh the black lines don't determine how strong a contraction is. They just show us that you're having one."


At midnight, I got the epidural. PRAISE THE ANESTHESIA GODS, it was amazing. Sweet relief. It really wasn't that scary either. You feel one small shot in your back that numbs you and then they do the big doozy after that. Once they administered the medicine it literally took two seconds for me to feel pain-free. It was insane. I was so loopy with happiness I couldn't stop giggling/crying with joy. I remember thinking at the time, and still to this day, how the hell did people do this before drugs were invented?! And how do people refuse them now?! You natural women impress the shit out of me.

After that, I slept. And slept. And slept.

Things started moving along on their own (which is great because sometimes an epidural can really slow down your body's progress). My water ended up breaking before I even got my epidural but it was hard to tell. I know that sounds strange but your water breaking doesn't always feel like a big gush of liquid, although for some people it does. I was slowly but surely approaching the 10cm mark and we we're getting excited!

Finally our doctor came in and said it was time to start pushing. I thought that meant she would hang around for all of that but she left. I had no clue they come in at the very end when the head is practically out already. This is when your nurses really matter. We we're SO, SO lucky to have amazing nurses throughout our entire stay at the hospital. The nurses helped hold my legs and we started pushin! THE TIME HAS COME.

So, for some people it can take almost 3 hours from the time they start pushing until the time that baby plops out. The nurse told me that an hour was impressive so of course I told her I'd beat that (competitive much?). This part was actually really enjoyable since I had the epidural. I got to soak it all in. You push every time a contraction comes (you can feel the pressure building in your body) and then you rest until the next one, which can be up to 2 minutes sometimes. It was so much more of a laid back experience than what I was expecting. The movies are so misleading!

Okay, so I  know some of you are thinking it so I'm just going to go there... TMI at it's ultimate... what about the poop? Spoiler alert: everyone poops when they push a baby out. It's going to happen and you should just deal with it now. I know it sounds mortifying... I mean who wants their lover (or strangers) to see that?! No one. But this is the miracle of life people and shit, literally, happens. The upside? The nurses are so great about making it no big deal. They clean you up quickly and the show goes on.

Now that we got that out of the way... onto the baby! Once the head started to crown the nurses paged the doctor. I continued pushing and it got to the point where I couldn't stop. I could feel a heavy amount of pressure which felt really uncomfortable but it wasn't painful. You can feel the head come out, then another big push for the shoulders and that whole baby comes flying out! It's an incredible feeling physically and emotionally. Holy f&!#, I did it! You have to push one more time to get the placenta out and then you are officially done (at least with bearing the child). And if your curious, it took me exactly one hour to push her out. BOOM SUCKAS.

They put our girl on my belly and I was so overwhelmed I could barely think. I remember my first words being, "Oh my god look at her head!" She had a serious cone head. It makes me laugh when I think about it now but I remember being concerned. It goes away within an hour. She was slimey and screaming but she was finally with us and we were so happy.


Did you think this novel was over yet? I told you this was long.

So I just suffered 24 hours of labor and pushing and crying and sweating and rejoicing and there is still more?! You've gotta be kidding me. Am I scaring/scarring anyone yet? I swear it's all worth it.

After spending two days in the hospital (standard for most) we headed home with our baby and life was pretty great. Josh stayed home for a week which was such a blessing, and we had so much fun enjoying our baby and that precious time together as a new family of three.

I breastfed, which is a whole other post in itself. I had lots of ups and downs with it. More on that another day.

Growing and carrying a tiny human is a huge change for your body. But the one thing no one seemed to talk about is the changes you go through as your body recovers. Of course, the baby comes and everyone forgets all about you!!!! What the hell man?!

Postpartum depression is usually the biggest focus in reading material, however there isn't much on anything else. Hormones are definitely a huge part of the recovery process. I remember crying a lot in the first month after Hadley was born. Most of it came from being so freaking exhausted and is completely normal. I found being able to talk to Josh and be open with him about how I was feeling and what I needed from him to be the most helpful. I also tried not to bottle up my feelings. If I was frustrated... I punched a pillow. I kid you not. It helped. I mean I'm glad no one saw me do it... but it helped.

I also remember feeling a lot of guilt about 3 months after Hadley was born. I would look back on the last couple of months and remember all those times I was so frustrated with Hadley. Why is she still crying, I don't understand?!!! I thought I was such a terrible mom. I mean who can get mad at a little, innocent baby?! This, again, is normal. It's a little creature that can't talk and the only form of communication it has is crying. If that doesn't lead to frustration I don't know what does.

For others, postpartum depression can get much more serious. Being aware of what it is and how it can affect you is so important. Always talk to your doctor if you have any doubts!

One perk of pregnancy is the amazing hair you can get. Your hair doesn't shed as much when you're pregnant (anyone with an afro like myself knows about excessive hair shedding) and the prenatal vitamins also aid in hair growth and health. The downside? Your hair falls out after your little nugget leaves your womb. Now don't freak out, I'm not talking you're going to go bald. But you'll notice a difference. Then your hair will start to grow back in like you're a four year old who cut her own bangs.

I suggest lots of headbands, bang twists and domebraids.

On to more serious physical matters...

 I suffered a small tear while delivering Hadley (thanks to the epidural I didn't feel it when it happened... another reason to PRAISE THE DRUGS) so I was on mild pain killers when I got home. Little did I know, pain killers make you constipated. Ohhh yay! More poop! Here comes more TMI talk...

Being severely constipated is one of the worst things in the world. And in my world, getting anal fissures IS the worst thing in the world. Don't look it up, it's too scary. Basically, what it is is a deep cut in your butt. And it makes for the most painful bathroom experience of your life. Like screaming and crying bad. And then you end up at the butt doctor. And no one wants to be there.

Something like this can persist for a long time if you're not on top of it and surgery may be needed if it doesn't heal on its own. Mine took about 3 months to heal 95%. To this day I still feel some pain but it is light years better than it was. I kid you not, this was the most painful part of my entire experience. Going to the bathroom was harder than pushing Hadley out of my vagina. Dead serious.

So how do you avoid something like this?! Stool softeners and fiber supplements. The doctors gave me stool softeners (Colace) when I came home from the hospital but I found that they didn't work for me. Fiber supplements have become a way of life now. And if you are experiencing constipation... they should for you too. Of course, always consult your doctor before trying anything but I found that Miralax worked the best for me. I've also tried some tea that works pretty great as well. Drinking a fiber drink everyday can get really annoying but I'm telling you it is way better than having a stranger stick a camera up your butt. Believe me.

And on that note... we can end the novel.

Having a baby is one of the most incredible experiences of a lifetime. I mean if you think about it... the fact that we can create a little human, grow it in our bodies, push it out, survive and then get to snuggle it for years and years is pretty damn cool. Probably the coolest thing we humans can do.

I hope this slightly really embarrassing personal account will help some of you with your pregnancies. If not, I hope you at least got a few laughs in.

Feel free to leave comments, questions and your own personal experiences below!

If it helps... I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
Here's to the next baby to grace my uterus! Cheers!

Teething Diary of 2013

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Teething can be one of the worst things ever for a parent.
Your kid doesn't want to sleep, they get fevers, they fuss, they drool worse than a dog. It's not pretty.

But it can produce some pretty hilarious pictures.

Here is our Teething Diary of 2013...


When life hands you lemons, make lemonade? 

Goodnight all :)

Baby's 1st Christmas

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Christmas has come and gone. It's so bittersweet! 
I want to do it all over again!

Hadley did so well yesterday I can barely believe it. She was so into the presents! By the end of the night she was ripping the paper off all by herself... and putting it straight in her mouth. So proud.

I had some of my best pals over early on Christmas Eve for what I'm dubbing "Marys, Minis & Mimosas". Everyone has moved away from where we grew up so it was really great to spend some much needed time together and indulge in a serious bloody mary bar.

The old bay rim is crucial. 

I made mini gingerbread donuts and mini stuffed biscuits. These biscuits are seriously the bomb. I loved them so much I made another batch on Christmas morning. 

I used 1 lb of sausage, 12 eggs and cheddar cheese as the filling and you'll need a can of flaky biscuits.

First, grease a mini (or regular) muffin pan. Next you'll need to split up the dough of each biscuit. If you want to do regular size you just need to split the dough in half. For minis, I split the dough into six parts... first in equal thirds, then cut that in half. You should have 48 small pieces of dough which will make you 24 mini muffins. 

Squish a piece of dough into each cup of the pan. Then fill each with lightly scrambled eggs, a few pieces of cooked sausage and some cheese (I had a ton of left over filling). Then push a piece of dough on top. Brush each with some melted butter and cook for 15 minutes at 375 degrees. 

It's hard to make the minis into perfect muffins so they turned out more like mini breakfast sandwiches. But it really doesn't matter... because they taste so good. And I love how bite size they are! Perfect for little fingers too :)

That night Josh, Hadley and I took a few pictures in front of the tree and then got ready for Santa!!! 

The next morning my mom, sister and Josh's brother came over to open gifts with us. We had more biscuits, more donuts and you guessed it... more bloodies. 

santa cake stand in Target stores

That night we went to my dad's house to continue the celebrations. Hadley put on her fancy dress and looked so cute in her polka dots.

The most attractive family photo ever?! I think so.

Today Hadley has been having so much fun playing with all of her new toys. She's also been doing laps around our family room, crawling like crazy! I can barely keep up! I think someone is going to be walking pretty soon... time to finish off that baby proofing. AH!!!

And from this almost 7 month old and myself... we hope you had the most wonderful Christmas filled with all the love in the world! 

Cheers friends! 

Christmas DIY

Monday, December 23, 2013

Are you scrambling for a last minute gift idea? Need a little extra decoration for your home? 
This DIY is so perfect and, most importantly, EASY. 

I saw this sparkly number on Pinterest and decided to make a few handmade gifts for family and one for our mantel! I absolutely love the way they all turned out and am already thinking of others I can make for all seasons. 

Here's what you'll need:

A canvas, poster board or cardstock paper
A stencil of your choice - I printed some out from here

Some tips: 

Large glitter works better than fine glitter and I think it stands out more in a room.
The Crystal Clear Acrylic Coating that I used worked really great to seal the glitter.
If you decide to use the Elmer's Multi-Purpose Spray Adhesive be aware that it is suuuper sticky and can be kind of a pain to work with. 


Lay or tape your stencil down to your canvas/poster/whateva. Make sure to cover any surface that is still exposed so glitter doesn't get stuck there. Spray your adhesive within the stencil. Pour glitter, making sure to fully cover all areas within the stencil. Let sit for at least 15 minutes.

Remove the stencil and hold up your canvas/poster/whateva to shake off the glitter. If the glitter isn't thick enough to your liking just repeat the first steps to get another layer of glitter.

Before you seal the glitter, make sure to brush away any random glitter on the surface. If you're a perfectionist (guilty) you can use a toothpick to make the edges look cleaner.

Once you're happy with how it looks, spray the sealant all over the surface and let sit for 15 minutes. 

Voila! Christmas canvas! 

I love our flying rudolph and definitely am going to make more for St. Patty's Day, Fourth of July and Halloween! You could also use animal stencils  or cut outs of your child's name for a baby nursery or kid's room. So many options, so much glitter. I don't hate it.

Merry Christmas Eve Eve to you all! 
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