As I type, my little girl is sleeping.
Yes! She finally arrived!
40 weeks +6 days over due ~ she was born the day before our Caesarian was scheduled. I am currently working on adjust to having two little people to look after, but I will be back to write up the rest of Little T's birth story and give you the happy details of Little B's birth.
xxx,
b.
Showing posts with label VBAC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label VBAC. Show all posts
Monday, April 15, 2013
Saturday, March 16, 2013
This is it - this is the end - Baby #2
Hi.
I'm me. I'm 38 weeks +3, pregnant with a little girl due on the 29th of March, 2013. And I'm very quickly losing the little that is left of my mind.
To clarify ~ it's not the dirty house, which, I will be honest, does bother me a lot. I'm a slightly obsessive neat-nick. Ya know the kind, a place for everything, and everything in it's place?
It's not the melted, non-existent-in-any-form-but-the-neatly-drawn-up-chart-on-my-kitchen-chalkboard-lack-of-schedule.... Yeah, I'm one of THOSE mamas.
Or even the transformation of my gorgeous smily 22 month year old, Little T., into a whining, needs-Mama-to-go-everyWHERE-with-him, bump bashing, body crashing, crazy munchkin.
It's not even the fact that my best friend's wedding is the day after my due date, or the fact that the aforementioned Little T was delivered by emergency Caesarian section, which makes this baby a hopeful VBAC that is soon-to-be on the clock...
No, it's none of those things. It's a little thing called Prodromal Labor. Which I am experiencing right now.
Ugh. This sucks.
And that, dear friends, is the reason I am starting this blog. For all the other Mamas out there that think they are alone. That think they are going cray-cray. You're not alone, you're not cray-cray; prodromal labor is real and it is a real pain in the A$$.
So join me on the journey; let's suffer through this together! Yay!
xxx,
b.
I'm me. I'm 38 weeks +3, pregnant with a little girl due on the 29th of March, 2013. And I'm very quickly losing the little that is left of my mind.
To clarify ~ it's not the dirty house, which, I will be honest, does bother me a lot. I'm a slightly obsessive neat-nick. Ya know the kind, a place for everything, and everything in it's place?
It's not the melted, non-existent-in-any-form-but-the-neatly-drawn-up-chart-on-my-kitchen-chalkboard-lack-of-schedule.... Yeah, I'm one of THOSE mamas.
Or even the transformation of my gorgeous smily 22 month year old, Little T., into a whining, needs-Mama-to-go-everyWHERE-with-him, bump bashing, body crashing, crazy munchkin.
It's not even the fact that my best friend's wedding is the day after my due date, or the fact that the aforementioned Little T was delivered by emergency Caesarian section, which makes this baby a hopeful VBAC that is soon-to-be on the clock...
No, it's none of those things. It's a little thing called Prodromal Labor. Which I am experiencing right now.
Ugh. This sucks.
And that, dear friends, is the reason I am starting this blog. For all the other Mamas out there that think they are alone. That think they are going cray-cray. You're not alone, you're not cray-cray; prodromal labor is real and it is a real pain in the A$$.
So join me on the journey; let's suffer through this together! Yay!
xxx,
b.
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