Mamas & Tykes

Mama: Oh how I am absolutely positively over the moon in infatuation over this b-e-a-u-tiful maternity dress. I dream of the day it mysteriously lands in my closet. I think it would be perfectly paired with these shoes and this simple turquoise ring. Swoon swoon swoon, my heart is nearly skipping beats.
Baby girl: I need a girl for no other reason than to dress her in this adorable little dress. Aside from dressing my hypothetical girl, which granted only happens for the first year before she starts having opinions of her own in regards to what she finds fashionable (yes, I admittedly insisted on wearing white cow boy boots with everything, including spandex shorts and my brownie uniform), I’m just fine with having two boys. I’d pair this little dress with these lovely orange sandals. So sweet.

Preggo Mama Style

Got a grand to drop on clothes you’ll only wear for a couple months? Yeah, me neither. But if I did, I’d nab me some of these:
                     striped dress                         //                                     jumper                         //                     stripped ruched dress
The jumper from the Hatch Collection is by far my favorite. It can be worn post-baby as well with a waistline belt. Either way, I can’t fathom spending that kinda dough. I’m also smitten with more than one dress from the More of Me Maternity collection. They have me wanting to be pregnant permanently, so you know they must be cute. But, alas, reality hits and I stumble back to my closet to make what I already own work for these last two months. 

Toys Toys Toys

No matter how many times I come to the realization that Hooper prefers the trash cans to his puzzles, I can’t stop my hunt for vintage toys. Here are some recent finds on Etsy that I’m drooling over. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

from etsy seller ReneeVintage

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

from etsy seller starfriendsonearth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

from etsy seller petitsdetails

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

from etsy seller TheSpeckledMushroom

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

from etsy seller SweetShopVintage

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

from etsy seller bearuns

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

from etsy seller 1SweetDreamVintage

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

from etsy seller OliversForest

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

from etsy seller WoollyMammothVintage

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

from etsy seller moxiethrift

Style de Hooper, Hawaii Edition

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vintage sailboat romper from Etsy seller Lishyloo. Want one like it? Check out this one or this one. And for the little ladies, try this one or this one

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lobster swim trunks from i play. There is a built-in swim diaper. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I bought this little red sailboat romper a long time ago on Etsy. The store I purchased it from is now closed. Willy says he looks like a little girl in it, but whatever, I think it’s cute. Hooper can hate me later all he wants.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These swim trunks are from Old Navy. There is no built-in swim diaper, so I bought separate swim diapers. Have a little girl? Check out this adorable suit and this one too.

A Trinket, A Tasket

There is nothing quite like receiving a package in the mail. The excitement of opening a gift coupled with the fact someone spent time packaging it and taking it to the post office makes it a special occurrence. We received a package from Willy’s mom and were taken with these vintage treasures inside. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pretty cool, huh?

Janet

When you have children, you’re totally biased to their beauty. You marvel at their every move because the fascination with their potential and ability never ceases to amaze. But when I say my best friend is the most beautiful friend on earth, I’m not biased. She really is incredibly stunning and her beauty lies in her ignorance to the fact.
I love photography. I feel so motivated and alive when behind the lens. Every now and again a friend of a friend will contact me for family photos or engagement photos and my first emotion is always apprehension. I’m not a professional by any means and have no ability to place a person in a pose or set up a perfect shot. I shoot what I see, when it happens, however it happens. And that’s all I know.
Enter my best friend Janet and every photo takes care of itself. I have no nerves. No apprehension. No fear. Because it’s impossible to take a bad picture of this girl. Yes, she is that  beautiful. Here are some pics I snapped from her baby shower. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I had the privilege of spending part of Sunday with her as well and the whole weekend reminded me of how difficult it is to have my best friend in another state. There was a long period of our friendship when I moved away and lived in San Francisco, but it feels different now that we are both pregnant. I’m starting to grieve all the memories we will be missing out on. I’d love more than anything to be there when her baby is born, to support her in whatever capacity she needs whether it be pre-labor, during labor, or postpartum. But being that I’m due just days after her, it’s not possible. Slowly the realization creeps that birthing her child in Utah will strengthen the roots she has there. The realization that our kids will grow up without knowing one another saddens me. I think of the photos I’d take of our babies together, as newborns, and instantly feel like I’m missing out on something. I wasn’t sad about it until this weekend. This weekend gave me a mere glimpse of how much richer my life would be if my best friend were here.
Here are some more pics I snapped at her shower:

Then & Now

My apologies for the poor quality photo. I cannot tell you how many home re-dos we’ve done where we looked at each other when we were finished and said, “we should have taken a before photo”. So just as Willy was about to break out the hammer and nails I said, “wait wait wait”, grabbed my camera and snapped this one crappy before photo. As you can see, I didn’t even bother to pick up the tin with Hooper’s blocks. Schwhatever, I got my before photo. And…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am going to make a confession on behalf of Willy and myself. We love buying new furniture. We love the look of something new-to-us, we love the hunt for something new-to-us, we love re-arranging, and we don’t mind selling our old stuff. It’s a recipe for a garage full of things that have been swapped out for something different. In light of spring cleaning, we opted to do a little spring re-arranging. We rearranged much of our furniture and found these lovely wall shelves that used to be part of a much larger wall unit. It’s our favorite addition yet and one we’ve had on our to-do list for a while. We still have some work to do as far as decorating the shelves, but that will happen in due time. I also have plans to paint the yellow wooden piece a different color. I’m thinking turquoise. It’s amazing how different it all feels. We love our home and we love making our home our own.
Next on the list is Hooper’s bedroom and the new nursery. And ya’ll know how I’ve been itching to get by hands on these projects. I’m waiting until the end of April, as we’re still planning on using it as a guest room for when Willy’s parents come to visit around that time. After that, it’s game on! Oh ya, also on the list is selling that stuff I mentioned in the garage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The larger shelves fit our records beautifully. Score!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We picked up this darling needlework at an estate sale. The woman we bought it from had made it for her father years ago, who has since passed. It warms my heart to know where it came from and it warmed the woman’s heart to pass it on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These are all Hooper’s records. There is quite an assortment. Several are hand-me-downs from when I was a child. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The globe will eventually make it’s way into Hooper’s next room, but for now it’s staying put. It’s so lovely.
Have you done any Spring cleaning or re-arranging?

Underwood Family Farm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A co-worker of mine told me about Underwood Family Farm a while back and I’ve been waiting for Hooper to be old enough to enjoy it. After our last successful trip to the zoo, I thought it was time for some more goat petting. This place is awesome and I highly recommend it to anyone in the area.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In case you’re wondering, there were numerous goats and sheep waiting to be brushed but of course Hooper was more interested in the “broom” instead. I’m telling you, there is a special relationship between this boy and brooms. He’s destined to be a janitor. A very successful janitor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He was also interested in the goat’s water. But come on now, who wouldn’t want to slap their hands around in some goat water. I know I was dying to put my hands in there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hey der babee goatz. Want to pway wif me?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Oh no! Babee goat go b-bye.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dis goat tis my fwend. I touch his nose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    I also give my fwend keeshes. Don’t worry, I didn’t use tongue.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mommy wheels me around in my little wred wagons…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But I like to pull the wagon too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dis twas my forst pony wride. I arch my back when I ride da pony. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    In case you’re wondering, yup, I even got to drive the wood train…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AND pway in da sand box.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We stopped at the produce section on the way out and picked up some fresh fruits and vegetables. Man o’ man are those strawberries good. We have a return visit already planned.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Style de Hooper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I bought this little vintage outfit on Ebay so long ago that I cannot even find any record of it. It’s from the 70’s and it came with tags still attached. Total score! One of my favorites. I’ve been waiting for Hooper to grow into this number. And, of course, his new Vans. Gotta love em’.
Sidenote: Thank you to everyone for their kind words in response to my last post. Sarah is practically back to normal. If that dog didn’t have bad luck, she’d have no luck at all but boy does she bounce back fast. I’m back at work today, crossing my fingers that my body can handle it and that I’m not a complaining mess of a pregnant woman by the end of my 12 hour shift.

 

♥ Happiness ♥

My heart was warmed when I was recently asked by a reader to do a post on what makes me happy, for her blog. I spent a lot of time pondering because many things make me happy and then there is, of course, the obvious answer in being a mother. Instead, I tweaked the question a bit and asked myself instead to reflect on a moment of happiness. A favorite time of the day, per say. And then the answer came easy.
Most nights culminate in Hooper’s room. We watch him play, we read books, we listen to music, we discuss our day or our plans for the next day, we call Willy’s parents in Arizona and laugh with them as we all watch Hooper run amok in these last few minutes before he hits the hay. It’s a time of reflection and togetherness and it has happiness smeared all over it.
Thank you Leigh, for inviting me to do this post.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All things Spring

The change from winter to spring reminds me that come the next change of season we’ll be busy preparing for our new addition. Time really does fly, doesn’t it? Here’s some photos to welcome the new season. Oh spring, you blossom so beautifully.

 

I stumbled across Betina Lou’s Spring line and I can’t stop thinking about how cute this little model looks in these adorable little outfits. It always seems that when I’m pregnant I’m dreaming of all the things I can’t possibly fit into. But whatever, I won’t be pregnant forever right? In any case, in my next life I’d like to come back as this chick, in these clothes. Happy first day of Spring 🙂

 

 

Then & Now, 23 Weeks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s almost as if this little boy was trying to fool me. He thought that if he gave me a little nausea and caused my skin to break out like a rebellious pizza-eating-teenager that I may believe all the old wives tales and think him to be a girl. The funny part is that as soon as I unveiled his little secret, my skin mysteriously cleared up. What a little jokester. I have a feeling I better play my cards right with this one, he’s a mischievous one already.
So yes, the celebration may begin. My skin is clear. Can I get a collective hip hip hooray. Hip hip hooray. Hip hip hooray. I feel much better now that I’m not spending my evenings in front of the mirror performing toilet-side procedures that end in anguish and despair. My dear pregnancy gods, please tell me those days are behind me for good.

I ♥ Jill Freedman

Jill Freedman has the most wonderful collection of street and documentary style photography of New York in the 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s. She says, “Those early years were fired with an intensity and passion I had never felt before. I was obsessed and driven. I thought about photography all of the time, I dreamed about it. I was totally in love.” Here’s some of my favorites:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photos borrowed from herehere, and here.

 

Bits + Pieces

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This past week has been busy, but the fun busy. Willy took Hooper to the beach on a day I had to work. I was bummed I missed it until a friend of ours sent me the photo above and then I was just glad they got to go. There will be more beach trips. We introduced Sarah to a new bone that has already disappeared to the backyard, but not before a true tug-o-war fight was won. I haven’t seen the bone since. We had a play date with the lovely Emerson and her cousin Evan, who is Hooper’s age. Unfortunately I couldn’t get away from photographing this beautiful little girl to capture one, not one, photo of the boys playing. Granted, we lost one of them to nap time and my opportunity was sort of shot. There will be more play dates. We spent lots of time playing in the backyard. Hooper is fond of sticks and Sarah is fond of stealing his sticks. Needless to say, Hooper got knocked straight back by a romping wild Sarah and came inside with no stick and a bump on his head. It’s hard being a boy. Even harder being a boy with Sarah as your best friend. And lastly, some sweet gifts came in the mail from my mother-in-law. It’s always nice to open a surprise package. Hope you all had a nice week as well.
Happy Friday!

Planning a Hospital Birth?

As a side note, the following is all advice I would have given myself prior to my first birth had I known then what I know now. This advice may not be valuable for someone else, but if one person finds value in it as well, then it’s worth sharing.
Don’t feel like reading this long post? Then take this advice and run with it: Educate yourself. Educate yourself. Educate yourself. Learning about the labor process and the many interventions done in the hospital will give you a better idea of what the consequences are and will also help solidify your own goals for what you want out of the experience.
1. Find an OB that backs up midwives. I was a lost little soul when I first found out we were pregnant. I chose my first OB based solely on a recommendation from a friend that had delivered two babies from him vaginally. I went to 5 or so appointments before I switched over to the care of the midwives. There were many reasons for this that aren’t pertinent to this post, but I will say that when we informed him of our change in delivery plan to a home birth we got nothing but a ill response from his office staff. In my very humble opinion, I think it says something about an OB that refuses to look at the research and support a woman’s right to chose. And since there are OB’s out there that see the larger picture and support alternative care, I would personally feel safer in their care.
2. Take a birthing class with your partner. And then go home and reiterate things gone over in the class. If your partner has any sense of anxiety, like mine, it is even more essential to go over what to expect. Even with all the education we did beforehand, the bloody show still freaked Willy out. So yeah, discuss things like transitional labor vs. active labor and the progression of each stage. It’s helpful for your partner to know that transitional labor is longer and really more grueling than active labor. You’d think things would just keep getting worse and worse, but in reality it’s that long transition that is the most grueling. Once you get to active labor it’s like a roller coaster ride that you have no ability to stop. The most support is needed in the middle, during transition. Especially if you are planning an un-medicated birth. Also discuss things like the rupture of membranes (water breaking), cervical dilation, back labor (god forbid), episiotomies, perineal massage, cord clamping, signs of labor, contractions vs. braxton hicks, what newborns look like, etc etc.
3. Discuss with your significant other who you want in the delivery room. It’s whatever you want, whatever you envision. As a footnote to that, I had a friend that ultimately opted for a home birth in her last few weeks of pregnancy because the hospital would not allow her 4 year old in the delivery room. She was due in december when H1N1 was running amuck. It was important to have her whole family present, so she delivered her 11 pound baby in 3 hours at home. Amy, you’re still my hero.
4. Educate your partner about your desires and hand him the role as your advocate as you are relatively helpless when in active labor. Discuss amongst yourself, for example, how often you want to be examined vaginally. Some hospitals may check a laboring woman every hour. It can be very heart breaking, especially in early labor and transition to endure a couple hours of pain only to find that you haven’t dilated any further and could even persuade a woman to believe she needs a c-section. Personally, I would request to be vaginally examined very seldom and would even put it off, if possible, until I knew I was in active labor. As you are lying in tremendous pain wondering when it will all go away and how much longer it is going to take, this would be a good time for your partner to step in and refuse that vaginal exam.
5. Hire a doula. Rates of un-necessary intervention and c-sections decrease greatly by having a doula. Having my midwives present at our hospital birth was absolutely priceless. Their knowledge of the hospital environment and of the labor process is an incredible asset. Your partner will thank you for the added support as well.
6. Discuss with your partner what requires a discussion and what just isn’t that important. Some woman’s birth plans get into each and every detail and other’s stick to just the things that are really important to them. It just depends on what’s important to you and how much control you feel comfortable having. You can discuss things like having an IV or fluids, for example. I’ve heard some woman protest that having a needle in their arm is uncomfortable. As a nurse, I don’t think it’s really that big of deal. It’s a little plastic cannula anyway, not a needle. And in the event that they do need to give you something through the IV, it’s nice to have the IV line already established. My blood pressure, for example, runs low. After I gave birth, I inevitably lost a lot of blood and the room became a wee bit fuzzy. I was quickly given a bolus, or a large amount of fluid quickly. And I was fine. In fact, having an IV placed beforehand is something I have already discussed with my midwives because I already know I don’t have a huge reserve as far as blood pressure is concerned. I’m not opposed to fluids after the birth. With that said, I’ve also read a research article that linked fluids during labor to inflated birth weights. Because I was given pitocin, I was also given fluids during my entire labor. Hooper weighed an ounce shy of 9 pounds. While it’s expected for newborns weight to drop within the first few days, it should not drop past a certain amount. Hooper’s weight was an issue from the beginning because he dropped more than what was expected. I wonder how much of that unexpected weight loss was actually due to an inflated weight immediately following birth due to the fluids given to me. Whatever the case may be, the article suggested that newborns be weighed 24 hours post birth for a more accurate reading. I think, forget the fluids instead and weigh that baby right away. But, again, this should be something discussed with your OB or midwife as the decision to give a woman fluids during labor ought to be based on individual circumstances.
7. Many doctors require their laboring patients to be “NPO”. In the nursing world, this means nothing by mouth, which means nothing to eat or drink. The nurse will try to explain that you’re getting everything you need through the fluids in your arm… the fluids that we just discussed you may not want. So again, you ought to discuss this with your OB beforehand. For the longer labors, it’s really important to stay hydrated and energized. I was not allowed to eat or drink, but when my nurse left the room, my midwife suggested eating an energy bar. And I did. Again, hire a doula. I would do this again if placed in the same position.
8.  Research different forms of labor induction in the event you need to be induced. As a side note, disucss with your OB beforehand when induction is necessary and do your own research as well. Some methods of induction are more invasive than others and the side effects of each method vary. There is a cervical gel, for example, that’s worth researching further. I had a very strong reaction to pitocin and would refuse it if placed in that position a second time.
9. Remember you are a patient, not a prisoner. You have the right to refuse whatever treatment you want. I would suggest, however, that your refusal be based on your own personal research and your own personal goals. I would also discuss your wishes with your OB beforehand so he or she knows your wishes and a plan is somewhat in place before your arrival to the hospital.
10. If you must be on a monitor, request for a battery packed monitor. These allow for you move about the room or the hallway while still being monitored. If there is no reason whatsoever that you need to be on a monitor, request to be taken off. If they are not able to grant this request, negotiate to have it on for 30 minutes and off for 30 minutes. Yes, being a patient on a labor and delivery unit is like being a tourist in Mexico, it’s all negotiable. All the more reason I want a home birth, honestly. I’d rather concentrate on myself and the baby than be in a hospital gown, strapped to a bed, bargaining with some woman that I just met who in turn has to leave to go negotiate my wishes with my doctor over the phone. How exhausting.
11. Check out the hospitals birthing unit. If your OB has privlidges at mroe than one hospital, see if one of the hospitals has a birthing room. These are much larger and mimic the home environment.
12. If you are adamant about having a natural birth, discuss this with your doctor beforehand. When you get to the hospital and meet your nurse, tell her your plan as well. I instructed my nurse not to even offer me an epidural so the temptation was not even there. If you’re undecided, but don’t want an epidural pushed on you, per say, request that an epidural only be given upon your own request. In other words, don’t offer it, instead, I’ll let you know when and if i need it.
13. Ask if they have a shower chair. Sometimes it is nice to sit under the warm water. It beats having to get up to pee and it beats having the bloody show run all down your leg. Am I getting too graphic now? My apologies.
14. Have a rough copy of your birth plan printed and in addition to discussing it with your nurse upon admission, give them a copy. I’m hesitant to advice to plan too much. There is only so much that is in your control as your baby will dictate much of the course of labor. Having a birth plan kind of gives you a false sense of control. At some point in labor, you’re just going with it… riding the wave. All the more reason why it is important to educate your partner to advocate for you and your desires as predetermined and discussed prior to labor. In any case, for those who like lists and find comfort in planning, writing down a birth plan may be helpful but you ought to keep in mind it’s a plan, not a contract.
15. If you plan on breastfeeding, research kangaroo care. Unless it is discussed beforehand, many newborns are taken immediately post birth and weighed, bathed, wrapped, etc. The skin to skin contact immediately after delivery, with the amniotic fluid still on the baby, is shown to increase breastfeeding success. It’s also great bonding time. Newborns are wide awake for something like 2 hours and then they conk out and are sleeping beauties for the next 24 hours. I remember spending this awake, alert time with some of the newborns during my OB rounds in nursing school. It felt wrong, like I was stealing some special time away from their mother. And I was. The newborn should be with their mother, as long as possible. Request for newborn procedures to be delayed, on your terms, if this bonding time and breastfeeding initiation is important to you as well. Hooper was taken from me immediately and I didn’t see him for 4 hours. And though they were initially worried about him before he actually arrived, don’t forget I delivered vaginally on the operating room table, in the end nothing above and beyond the standard care was needed. They watched him in the nursery for their own security, but really they could have monitored him on me all the same. Regret isn’t the right word, because it’s nearly impossible to look back on the birth of your child and say you regret any part of it, but I will say Willy and I should have discussed the possibility of a transfer to the hospital and discussed further what we would want and not want under those circumstances.
16. If all of this sounds as overwhelming to you as it does to me and what you are seeking is a low-intervention natural birth, look into a birth at home. Much of the things mentioned in this post are not up for debate. Whereas lots of different things can go in a hospital, a home birth comes sort of pre-packaged. No meds, no continuous monitoring, no bed (unless you chose), no foley catheter, you get the idea. It just depends what you want and what you’re comfortable with. It’s an individual decision, but I urge those who frown upon home birth solely due to fear of what could happen to research further. Feel free to drop me a message too, I would love to discuss home birth further with anyone trying to conquer those fears. And that’s my two cents. Down from my pedestal I will now step.

22 Weeks

I was in a public restroom today and walked past a long mirror and did a double take. You know, that pass quickly, pause, lean your head back to take a second look cuz’ something doesn’t look quite right. It’s that belly of mine. It looked huge. I say that in past tense because I look at the photo above and think maybe it’s the angle that flatters me a little more than that complete side view. In any case, I stopped, I stared, I examined that low and round thing jetting out of me like a bullet waiting to explode out of my abdomen. And then I thought I’m only half way there? In case you’re wondering, I base my pregnancy on a 42 week gestation based on my first pregnancy which grew more and more emotionally grueling the longer I waited for something, anything, to happen. To alleviate that emotional turmoil, I now count on going past my due date. Back to that belly o’ mine, I mean that little bee only weighs a pound, why such a big fort for such a small villager?!
I had my first and hopefully last appointment with my back-up OB this week, Dr.C. While I’m incredibly grateful to be in the hands of someone who supports my decision to birth my baby at home, I miss the spirit and familiarity of Dr.Kline who some of you may know from my previous post passed away unexpectedly. Setting those emotions aside, I have complete confidence in my ability to deliver this baby at home. I know deep down I will not be needing Dr.C’s services anyway. But in any case, I met him, he supports me, I had an ultrasound, and left his office with a little secret. A secret only for a short while because I’ll be sharing my little secret here soon. Stay tuned!

I ♥ William Eggleston

Being that photography is very dear to my heart, I thought I’d share some photography that inspires me. I could start telling you about William Eggleston, but then it would just be hard to stop. This guys work is incredible. He’s known as the father of color photography, bringing color to the forefront when people were only interested in black and white. Here’s some of his work:
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