You guessed it. Blogging. I use to rock this, too. I guess being the mom of two (now three!) and a borrowed mama to a few more (I'm an in-home daycare provider too) keeps me pretty busy.
So I had another baby. And it was epic.
My first two daughters were born via c-section. It wasn't for lack of me trying to get them out of my vagina, because the gods know I sure tried my damndest. But, alas, they had other plans and had to be cut out after hours of labor and pushing. It was a bummer, to say the least.
I signed up for another home birth this time and whilst baby girl was not born at home, she did emerge from my vagina just as I'd hoped. And before the interwebs gets all a flutter with "oh noes, did you nearly die?!" No. I wanted drugs. *wink* Turns out pushing a baby out of your vagina really hurts bad enough to make you want to die. Some women can just wing it in their birth tub but apparently not me, not for this birth. I transferred after pushing for awhile...a couple hours maybe? I pushed against a cervical lip which is basically like saying 9.5cm dilated. It HURT. But that epidural rocked my world and as soon as it kicked in and I was able to return from my complete hysteria, I pushed her right out in 3 contractions. I'm eternally proud of myself, drugs or not. Are we done? I dunno. I think I want to try again for a home birth. And I still don't feel done having babies. I thought I would feel it but....nope. So we'll see. Hubs isn't on board.
Hubs???! You ask? Why yes, that fool convinced me to marry him AGAIN. December 27th. We have far too many anniversary dates. So far married life is equally as blissful as stubbing one's toe but hey, I never expected perfection. Nah, we're pretty happy....well, content...since no one can live in a state of happiness for always. We argue here and there but nothing like before, nothing like I'd hoped to avoid. I wake up most days just elated with my life. Like I'm on drugs.
Feens' T1 has been cooperating. We didn't get a great reduction in her A1C (her average blood glucose) like we'd hoped, but we're still in the "okay" range for a toddler/preschooler. She still gets most of her insulin after she eats because we just never know what she is going to eat and how much of it. As the warmer months approach, things will change again because of her exercise levels. She loves being outside and we're getting the kids a swing set for their birthday (new to us!) and so I imagine she'll be sweating outside a lot this spring and summer, making her blood sugars run lower than what we've been seeing over winter.
Bug is in first grade in public school right now. I'm not terribly thrilled with the institution that is public school, but I do like her teacher this year. I don't have as much interaction as I did with her kindergarten teacher, but the few times I've chatted with her, she seems lovely. And kind of a hard ass. Which Bug really responds well to. Bug is reading like a champ and has been for months and she dresses herself in these whacked out mismatched outfits. Her newest thing? She does her own hair. And it is a simply "down low" pony tail. I miss the days of pig tails so very badly. And Feens' hair is entirely too wild and kinky to do anything with. I fail at being the parent of black children, I swear.
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