On 5/19, 9 days before my due date [and Cohen's 18 months], I woke up praying I'd go into labor that day. If I did, Darren would be home with us that weekend, that week, and the 3 day weekend following. Darren and I both had a feeling it would be that day, even though part of me also thought I'd reach my due date. We went on a long walk that afternoon with Cohen and the dogs. I was having contractions but frankly I was having them anytime I was somewhat active, so I ignored them. We went home and during Cohen's nap tried another method of trying to naturally go into labor ;) ;) After Cohen woke up we got ready and went to the Ash Kicker; a big, muddy marathon hosted at the RV park. We met up with some friends and walked around a bit. I was having contractions while we were sitting on a bench, and the thought occurred to me that I had not felt any contractions while sitting in a while, and that could mean good things. On our way home (about 4:30) I mentioned that I was still feeling some, and maybe I'd time them after dinner. Well not even an hour later I was having them every 5-8 minutes as I made dinner. I wrote down some times but none of them had become more intense than another, so I wasn't sure what to think.
I made a bad habit of comparing every detail of this labor to my labor with Cohen. With him, just 18 months prior to that very day, I had timeable contractions for only a couple hours before I couldn't walk through them. I was writing down contraction times around 2 o'clock, we were at the hospital by 6, and I had him at 9. I figured this time around would be faster, and we had a bit of a longer drive to the midwife's, so I wanted to leave as soon as I knew it was the real deal. At about 6:30, Darren's parents picked up Cohen so we could focus on the timing of the contractions. Darren cleaned the whole house while I walked around timing contractions. They were still coming, but none had really hurt, yet. I was feeling slightly discouraged. My midwife said to take a bath as that can speed up the process if it's true labor. I took a bath as well as walked up and down the driveway for half an hour. A few had been more intense, but then they'd just go back to bothersome. Darren suggested we take a drive because the car always makes it way worse! I decided I wanted a brownie sundae from BK so we drove there and then drove around town a bit. It was about 8PM at this point, and I had finally had a really good contraction that made me stop what I was saying. Darren looked me and said, "We're going!" But the rest of the drive there didn't do much. I was hoping for some intense contractions in the car, but I got nothin :[
We got there at 9 and I was feeling discouraged that I hadn't had any good ones. It had been 4 hours since I noticed contractions, and by this point with Cohen we were headed to the hospital and I was moaning in pain. I walked and walked and walked, and she checked me at 10 or so. I hadn't changed since my appt 4 days prior [3cm 50% effaced]. I wanted to cry. I got in the jetted tub, as relaxing can sometimes help you dilate. It was too relaxing! I didn't feel one contraction the whole time and I was falling asleep in there. At 11, Laura told us we could go home and sleep and maybe I'd wake up to more intense contractions, or we could sleep there in the birth suite and see what happens. She said she would be surprised if I didn't have the baby in the next 24 hours. I was so exhausted, as was Darren, so we decided to go to sleep there.
I was passed out by 11:30 but only got one lousy hour of sleep because I woke up to back pain. I got up and walked around and they were definitely coming every 2-3 minutes and hurting me. I didn't want to call the MW right away as she was probably sleeping [her house is connected to the birth suite/her office]. Darren woke up to me walking around and helped me time them and at 1:30 he called Laura [MW] because I was feeling uncomfortable. She came over looking like she had been up and ready for the call. She said she figured the sleep would relax me enough to send me into labor, and sure enough it had. I got in the tub and could still feel the back pain coming so that was a good sign! I enjoyed maybe half an hour of uncomfortable contractions in the tub, and then the real show began.
At 2, I was moaning in pain, yelling for Darren to jam his fist into my lower back where the pain was. This back labor was 1000x worse than with Cohen. The jets in the tub helped, but I still hated every second of this labor. The nice thing was having a minute in between contractions. With Cohen, they were right on top of each other. I would moan and visualize and rock for a minute, then have maybe a few seconds of relief before doing it all again. This time around, I would yell and visualize and swear for one minute, then have almost a whole minute of breathing and pep-talking that it was only temporary and soon I would have my baby. Darren was such a wonderful coach. He crammed his fist into my back for the entire minute as I was yelling at him to do it harder. He reminded me to breathe, told me how good I was doing, and repeated to me that soon we'd meet our new baby boy. After 40 minutes of hearing me like this, Laura checked me at about 2:45 AM. I was 6CM and almost completely effaced. I told Darren to text my mom and sister because they wanted to be there, and it could be sooner rather than later. I tried a few other positions for one contraction each--hands and knees in the tub, on the bed, hula hooping against the counter, & sitting on the toilet. The toilet was the only other place I liked aside from the tub. The sitting position and having Darren to cry into was comforting.
I was back in the tub when I mom and sister got there a little after 3. I was in the tub, on the toilet, in the tub, on the toilet for about 45 minutes. Laura asked me if I felt like I had to push, and I told her I had been pushing a little bit with the last few contractions because it felt a little better. But nothing like the pressure to push that I felt with Cohen. I knew exactly when I had to push with him, and I also felt relief. Pushing contractions with him were amazing--no more back pain, just my body completely taking over to push him out. I didn't feel any relief at all this time, so I thought I was far from needing to push. Laura decided to check me and said to push with that contraction. The rest was such a blur. My sister has a video that is 3 minutes and 6 seconds long. The first 30 seconds is of me in the tub with Darren at my side and Laura waiting for me to have a contraction as she wanted to check me. Then 10 seconds of me screaming "GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!" because her checking me was excruciating! Then she's telling me to push. I was so confused. It wasn't time to push yet, was it? I hear her ask Darren if he sees the head. What?! I felt his head come out and it was so relieving, I threw my head back panting. Laura yelled at me that she needed my air to get the body out. My sister, mom, Darren, and Laura were all encouraging me to push, so with one huge push, I felt his entire body just pop out! Cohen wiggled out slowly, but Oslo was just so so fast! Suddenly he was on my chest and I was staring at the face of my new little boy. Darren and I were both crying as he gave me a kiss and told me how great I did. After the cord stopped pulsing, he cut it and I tried nursing my new baby. I sat in the tub with him for maybe 5-10 minutes as I delivered the placenta. Then she took the baby to clean him up and weigh him and pass him off to Darren. I stood up and showered which felt amazing. The pain was gone, I had a new bundle, and I felt euphoric. He was born at 3:58 AM. 8lbs 4 oz, 21 inches long. On 5/20--my parent's anniversary :) Intense labor started at 2, so I'd say not too shabby! 2 hours of hard labor, 90 seconds of pushing.
Afterward I got in bed and nursed him-he latched on like a pro. My mom went and got us Subway as we tried to pick a name for our new baby. We could not decide for a while. I had decided on Ephram and Darren agreed. Then we tried to pick a middle name and as Darren said Ephram out loud more and more, he decided he didn't like it anymore, lol. I had suggested Oslo [the capital of Norway... I heard it on the news once] during my 1st tri and Darren shot it down. He eventually warmed up to it a few months later, so it had been on our list along with Ephram, Kingston, Keaton, Abel, & Abram. We both decided we liked it, and chose Ryan for his middle name. Ryan is his best friend's last name, who is marrying one of my best friends so it will soon be her last name, too :] We left Laura's at almost 7AM, and I was home in my bed with Oslo and I couldn't have been happier. I had an amazing experience with my midwife, and I was so so happy to not be in the hospital. I encourage every woman to attempt a natural labor and delivery. Both of mine were the best experiences of my life. Our bodies were meant to do it! It's incredible.
We love our new addition <3
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Friday, June 1, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
A day in the life with one baby.
I'm 38 weeks and 2 days pregnant now. Plankton is ready to come out, and I'm ready for him to be here. I had an appt with my midwife last night. Baby is very very low (I'm sitting on his head all day; it's uncomfortable). I'm 50% effaced, and 3 CM dilated. My cervix "is mush. It's very favorable" ... hm, alright. This is definitely happening soon. I have contractions all the time, hopefully they are helping me progress slowly so the day of labor isn't so bad. Cohen's labor was so quick so as soon as the contractions are feeling time-able I am jumping in my car and heading to her house. We are all set up and ready for Plank; his room is ready, the Rock n Play is next to my bed, ready for him to move in. My bag is packed, the freezer is stocked full of meals, and we're down to the countdown of 12 days (or less).
This has me thinking. I'm kind of freaking out. I have some long exhausting days with Cohen; what will life be like with TWO babies?! I wanted to post what a normal day is like for us, so that one day I can look back and read it, all while laughing my ass off at how hard I thought it was with just Cohen; I'll probably be crying on my keyboard because it will be way more difficult (and more amazing if possible) with two!
So this morning looked like this: Cohen woke up at 7. I'm not sure what he's doing these last few days, because he used to wake up at 8. I think we need to try keeping him up a big later. Anyway, Cohen was up and changed, the coffee and milk were poured, and I started on breakfast. C was impatient while I cooked (not abnormal for him) so I had to hold him half the time so I didn't hear him whine. He loves to watch me cook. I need to get him a learning tower. Anyway, I got him in his high chair with bfast while I finished up mine. We ate, he threw food, he threw his silveware, he signed "all done", but he didn't want to get up, he ate some more, threw some more food, and finally signed "all done" and got out. I cleaned up from breakfast while he played in his playroom. This doesn't usually last all that long, but some mornings he surprises me with his independent play. I reheated my coffee for the 4th time that morning and joined him in the playroom. We built some megablocks, read some books, sorted shapes, practiced animal sounds, played with his cars, read some more books, stirred imaginary food in his play pots and pans, and he rolled around with the dogs on the bed while I browsed Facebook on my phone.
Doesn't that sound like a nice hour or two in the playroom? No, it was only 25 minutes at most. Cohen will not spend more than 5 minutes doing one activity. He's nuts. So we did it all again; basically just kept him entertained with music and toys and books for maybe an hour total. I made him his daily smoothie (he's obsessed. Fine with me; a handful of spinach and fruit blended with milk is a tasty treat to him). Then we went upstairs so we could get ready to play outside. I don't know what we're going to do when it's raining; we spend at least 2 hours a day outside. More like 4 or 5. It kills so much time, burns so much energy, and Cohen is in such a good mood. Anyway, we were upstairs for about 45 minutes--he played with the dogs and the toys in his room while I got ready. He watched a 15 minutes Baby Einstein clip while I cleaned the bathroom and sorted through some of his old clothes to pack away. I got him dressed and we went outside.
Swinging, running around, kicking soccer balls, shoveling, pushing around his tractor, more swinging, water table, and more running around. We spent about 45 minutes outside, took a quick trip to the store (he loves the ladies at the store, and they love him), had a snack, went back outside, checked the mail (his current favorite task), enjoyed more swinging and more running around kicking soccer balls. Finally it was lunch time; he was being a fuss bucket as he was tired, so it was a task to get lunch heated while he threw his fit about God knows what. But finally he gobbled lunch, we had a dance party in the living room, went back outside for a small session of YOU GUESSED IT-swinging. He was getting sleepy in the swing so we came inside, read some books, and I put him down for his nap. That was at 12:45. I was exhausted and now had the decision of what to do during naptime; I always get dinner at least prepped so cooking isn't so stressful later. So I did that, finished some cake ball truffles I made the day before, and ate lunch. Here I am now. It's 2:10 and I'm praying to get another 45 minutes at least. I'd love to do some yoga and fold the laundry in the dryer. Some days Cohen naps 3 hours--being outside exhausts him. Others, like yesterday, he only gives me an hour and half. You just never know how the ole nap is going to be.
I'm exhausted just thinking about the day we've had so far. Only 4 more hours until Darren gets home! Yikes! I'm out of here to get some yoga in before he wakes up. In a couple weeks I can write a post about a day in the life with my two babies--if I can keep my eyes open long enough to post! Ha!
This has me thinking. I'm kind of freaking out. I have some long exhausting days with Cohen; what will life be like with TWO babies?! I wanted to post what a normal day is like for us, so that one day I can look back and read it, all while laughing my ass off at how hard I thought it was with just Cohen; I'll probably be crying on my keyboard because it will be way more difficult (and more amazing if possible) with two!
So this morning looked like this: Cohen woke up at 7. I'm not sure what he's doing these last few days, because he used to wake up at 8. I think we need to try keeping him up a big later. Anyway, Cohen was up and changed, the coffee and milk were poured, and I started on breakfast. C was impatient while I cooked (not abnormal for him) so I had to hold him half the time so I didn't hear him whine. He loves to watch me cook. I need to get him a learning tower. Anyway, I got him in his high chair with bfast while I finished up mine. We ate, he threw food, he threw his silveware, he signed "all done", but he didn't want to get up, he ate some more, threw some more food, and finally signed "all done" and got out. I cleaned up from breakfast while he played in his playroom. This doesn't usually last all that long, but some mornings he surprises me with his independent play. I reheated my coffee for the 4th time that morning and joined him in the playroom. We built some megablocks, read some books, sorted shapes, practiced animal sounds, played with his cars, read some more books, stirred imaginary food in his play pots and pans, and he rolled around with the dogs on the bed while I browsed Facebook on my phone.
Doesn't that sound like a nice hour or two in the playroom? No, it was only 25 minutes at most. Cohen will not spend more than 5 minutes doing one activity. He's nuts. So we did it all again; basically just kept him entertained with music and toys and books for maybe an hour total. I made him his daily smoothie (he's obsessed. Fine with me; a handful of spinach and fruit blended with milk is a tasty treat to him). Then we went upstairs so we could get ready to play outside. I don't know what we're going to do when it's raining; we spend at least 2 hours a day outside. More like 4 or 5. It kills so much time, burns so much energy, and Cohen is in such a good mood. Anyway, we were upstairs for about 45 minutes--he played with the dogs and the toys in his room while I got ready. He watched a 15 minutes Baby Einstein clip while I cleaned the bathroom and sorted through some of his old clothes to pack away. I got him dressed and we went outside.
Swinging, running around, kicking soccer balls, shoveling, pushing around his tractor, more swinging, water table, and more running around. We spent about 45 minutes outside, took a quick trip to the store (he loves the ladies at the store, and they love him), had a snack, went back outside, checked the mail (his current favorite task), enjoyed more swinging and more running around kicking soccer balls. Finally it was lunch time; he was being a fuss bucket as he was tired, so it was a task to get lunch heated while he threw his fit about God knows what. But finally he gobbled lunch, we had a dance party in the living room, went back outside for a small session of YOU GUESSED IT-swinging. He was getting sleepy in the swing so we came inside, read some books, and I put him down for his nap. That was at 12:45. I was exhausted and now had the decision of what to do during naptime; I always get dinner at least prepped so cooking isn't so stressful later. So I did that, finished some cake ball truffles I made the day before, and ate lunch. Here I am now. It's 2:10 and I'm praying to get another 45 minutes at least. I'd love to do some yoga and fold the laundry in the dryer. Some days Cohen naps 3 hours--being outside exhausts him. Others, like yesterday, he only gives me an hour and half. You just never know how the ole nap is going to be.
I'm exhausted just thinking about the day we've had so far. Only 4 more hours until Darren gets home! Yikes! I'm out of here to get some yoga in before he wakes up. In a couple weeks I can write a post about a day in the life with my two babies--if I can keep my eyes open long enough to post! Ha!
Me at 9 months knocked up. 38weeks1day.
My bear on Mothers Day <3 Love him.
Friday, March 30, 2012
My life, hippified.
Hippifying your life will make you so happy. I'm not a total hippie (yet..ha). I mean, I own a pair of Birkenstocks, but I don't ever wear them because Forever 21 makes a cuter gladiator sandal. See? I'm a cheap-clothes-wearing, meat-eating, I-don't-care-if-you-drive-an-SUV type of hippie wannabe. Basically there are just certain aspects of my life that benefits being hippie-like and it's proven to make my life easier.
#1. Foods. Buy organic.. not everything. That shit's cray and expensive. Buy organic when you're buying any veggies on the Dirty Dozen list. LOOK IT UP. It's gross. Stop eating processed foods! Well, I cut out as much as I can. I have just started this a couple months ago. But seriously, if it is found in the middle of the grocery store in a package, and not on the outskirts of the store, it's not as good for you! They throw in a shit ton of chemicals to make it last longer in a box. You know what's crazy? I feel so much better when I haven't been eating processed foods. Especially canned! I have completely cut out canned foods from our grocery list. I'm still using the few that are in our cupboards, because it's like a couple cans of gravy and some tomato sauce. Whatevs, I'll use it. But seriously, why buy beans in a can, when you can buy them for way cheaper, way healthier, in the bulk section, and I can cook them on my own, and know exactly how then were cooked. Beans in a can=ingredients: 3948759847584754 things. Beans from the whole foods bulk in=ingredients: beans. BOOM. I also used to buy canned tomatos. For any recipe that called for stewed tomatos, diced tomatos, tomato sauce, blahblahblah, I bought canned. BPA! AHH THE BPA. Seriously, the research on BPA is seeping into my mind and I can't believe all of the canned goods I used to buy. Now I buy ACTUAL TOMATOS---who would have thought? So much cheaper and insanely better for you.
Moving on. More hippie shit. NATURAL MEDICINE. Say wha?
Eat ginger when you’re nauseous
Eat raw garlic when you have a cold.
Gargle salt water when your throat is sore.
Guzzle some water with a drop of peppermint oil when your head hurts.
Eat oats to increase your milk supply.
Eat yogurt for yeasty beasties.
Use the Neti-pot when your sinuses are full of ick.
Medicine is expensive, and I hate buying it. and quite frankly I just got way too used to it. I think that's why I used to get sick all the time--I took medicine for any and everything that eventually my body needed it and I was sick all the time. Oh, that doesn't make sense? Well, whatever, it probably isn't true. Even if it's a total anti-placebo affect, I'm never sick, and when I get the slightest symptom, I do my super natural holistic stuff, and NIP IT IN THE BUD, BABY. Aside from like two times that I've taken tylenol when my hippie methods haven't worked, I have not taken medicine since before I was pregnant with Cohen [who is 16 months. do the math]. I can live without it, for sure.
I suppose seeing a midwife instead of an OB to have an unmedicated labor and delivery if filed under natural medicine. I don't even want to go into the details of comparing medicated hospital births to unmedicated ones, especially because there are ALWAYS circumstances that are out of our control. I would never judge/bash someone for having a medicated birth. HOWEVA. It does make me sad that nobody really does any research on it anymore. It's just assumed that they'll go to the hospital, get an epi, and pop the kid out. If only it were so simple. I mean, at least look at the risks and rates and stuff, ya know? But whatever. That's a whole other thing. I just had a wonderful experience delivering Cohen, as well as a recovery time and I wish that some people looked more into it before saying "Ow, that would hurt, so no." Go watch The Business of Being Born [Netflix, yo] and it will maybe shed some light on how L&Ds in America are going down the pooper.
A WORD FROM MY FAVORITE BLOGGER, MODG:
i read once in a hippie book that when you’re in doubt about your body (like in times of birth), be a monkey. Think with your primal instincts. Your body can do shit that your brain has no idea about. For example, you know how you can’t poop if a hot guy is standing in the bathroom with you? Oh you never tried that? Me neither (…) Doors in public bathrooms have locks and stalls for privacy because our muscles need to feel comfortable and safe to open up. Also no one wants to see your pee hole. The same way your baby shooter does to have a baby. It won’t open up and dilate easily if you are under a billion bright lights, with people reaching up there and machines clanging away. But go in a quiet, dim, private area and feel safe and comfortable and BAM all systems are a go. Just like your pooper. Like a monkey pooper.
/END
Other natural things. Cleaning products. The chemicals in cleaning products are a no-no, so I make everything. Super easy. I actually didn't head down this road for hippie-training, I did it to save money. I'm all about saving dough these days. For a multi-purpose disinfectant, I soak some orange peels in vinegar for a week-10 days, then add equal parts of water. Voila. For carpet cleaner, equal parts water and vinegar, scrub on stain, sprinkle baking soda on top to absorb odor, and vacuum up. For the most amazing tile/shower/tub cleaner ever in the world, microwave some vinegar--about 1 cup, add 1 cup orginal Dawn dish soap. Mix in a little bit of water. BAM. It's seriously amazing. I just keep it in the shower, and spray down the tile when I notice the grout start to get a little pink. It's magic. Magic, I tell you.
2 words: Cloth Diapers. No other words needed.
ANOTHER WORD FROM MY FAVORITE BLOGGER:
SWEET and BRIGHT: Do not, no matter what ever never use artificial sweetners and try your best to avoid artificial dyes. That goes for Splenda, Equal and any other alien chemical that tastes sweet. And I don’t just mean don’t sprinkle it. Diet Coke and the like is bad too. If you need it just use regular sugar. It comes from the earth. Don’t eat it by the spoonful like an idiot. Splenda chemically has more in common with a pesticide than sugar. And trust, if someone told me this when I was depending on coffee to live my life, I would have slapped their face with my ass. So you can do that to me if you want. There is evidence that food dyes lead to behavioral disorders, especially in kids. You can research this one if you’re interested. I know you’ll be all pissy about this one. /END
Okay that's enough for now, even though, you better believe I have more hippie shit to add. MUWAHAHA.
#1. Foods. Buy organic.. not everything. That shit's cray and expensive. Buy organic when you're buying any veggies on the Dirty Dozen list. LOOK IT UP. It's gross. Stop eating processed foods! Well, I cut out as much as I can. I have just started this a couple months ago. But seriously, if it is found in the middle of the grocery store in a package, and not on the outskirts of the store, it's not as good for you! They throw in a shit ton of chemicals to make it last longer in a box. You know what's crazy? I feel so much better when I haven't been eating processed foods. Especially canned! I have completely cut out canned foods from our grocery list. I'm still using the few that are in our cupboards, because it's like a couple cans of gravy and some tomato sauce. Whatevs, I'll use it. But seriously, why buy beans in a can, when you can buy them for way cheaper, way healthier, in the bulk section, and I can cook them on my own, and know exactly how then were cooked. Beans in a can=ingredients: 3948759847584754 things. Beans from the whole foods bulk in=ingredients: beans. BOOM. I also used to buy canned tomatos. For any recipe that called for stewed tomatos, diced tomatos, tomato sauce, blahblahblah, I bought canned. BPA! AHH THE BPA. Seriously, the research on BPA is seeping into my mind and I can't believe all of the canned goods I used to buy. Now I buy ACTUAL TOMATOS---who would have thought? So much cheaper and insanely better for you.
Moving on. More hippie shit. NATURAL MEDICINE. Say wha?
Eat ginger when you’re nauseous
Eat raw garlic when you have a cold.
Gargle salt water when your throat is sore.
Guzzle some water with a drop of peppermint oil when your head hurts.
Eat oats to increase your milk supply.
Eat yogurt for yeasty beasties.
Use the Neti-pot when your sinuses are full of ick.
Medicine is expensive, and I hate buying it. and quite frankly I just got way too used to it. I think that's why I used to get sick all the time--I took medicine for any and everything that eventually my body needed it and I was sick all the time. Oh, that doesn't make sense? Well, whatever, it probably isn't true. Even if it's a total anti-placebo affect, I'm never sick, and when I get the slightest symptom, I do my super natural holistic stuff, and NIP IT IN THE BUD, BABY. Aside from like two times that I've taken tylenol when my hippie methods haven't worked, I have not taken medicine since before I was pregnant with Cohen [who is 16 months. do the math]. I can live without it, for sure.
I suppose seeing a midwife instead of an OB to have an unmedicated labor and delivery if filed under natural medicine. I don't even want to go into the details of comparing medicated hospital births to unmedicated ones, especially because there are ALWAYS circumstances that are out of our control. I would never judge/bash someone for having a medicated birth. HOWEVA. It does make me sad that nobody really does any research on it anymore. It's just assumed that they'll go to the hospital, get an epi, and pop the kid out. If only it were so simple. I mean, at least look at the risks and rates and stuff, ya know? But whatever. That's a whole other thing. I just had a wonderful experience delivering Cohen, as well as a recovery time and I wish that some people looked more into it before saying "Ow, that would hurt, so no." Go watch The Business of Being Born [Netflix, yo] and it will maybe shed some light on how L&Ds in America are going down the pooper.
A WORD FROM MY FAVORITE BLOGGER, MODG:
i read once in a hippie book that when you’re in doubt about your body (like in times of birth), be a monkey. Think with your primal instincts. Your body can do shit that your brain has no idea about. For example, you know how you can’t poop if a hot guy is standing in the bathroom with you? Oh you never tried that? Me neither (…) Doors in public bathrooms have locks and stalls for privacy because our muscles need to feel comfortable and safe to open up. Also no one wants to see your pee hole. The same way your baby shooter does to have a baby. It won’t open up and dilate easily if you are under a billion bright lights, with people reaching up there and machines clanging away. But go in a quiet, dim, private area and feel safe and comfortable and BAM all systems are a go. Just like your pooper. Like a monkey pooper.
/END
Other natural things. Cleaning products. The chemicals in cleaning products are a no-no, so I make everything. Super easy. I actually didn't head down this road for hippie-training, I did it to save money. I'm all about saving dough these days. For a multi-purpose disinfectant, I soak some orange peels in vinegar for a week-10 days, then add equal parts of water. Voila. For carpet cleaner, equal parts water and vinegar, scrub on stain, sprinkle baking soda on top to absorb odor, and vacuum up. For the most amazing tile/shower/tub cleaner ever in the world, microwave some vinegar--about 1 cup, add 1 cup orginal Dawn dish soap. Mix in a little bit of water. BAM. It's seriously amazing. I just keep it in the shower, and spray down the tile when I notice the grout start to get a little pink. It's magic. Magic, I tell you.
2 words: Cloth Diapers. No other words needed.
ANOTHER WORD FROM MY FAVORITE BLOGGER:
SWEET and BRIGHT: Do not, no matter what ever never use artificial sweetners and try your best to avoid artificial dyes. That goes for Splenda, Equal and any other alien chemical that tastes sweet. And I don’t just mean don’t sprinkle it. Diet Coke and the like is bad too. If you need it just use regular sugar. It comes from the earth. Don’t eat it by the spoonful like an idiot. Splenda chemically has more in common with a pesticide than sugar. And trust, if someone told me this when I was depending on coffee to live my life, I would have slapped their face with my ass. So you can do that to me if you want. There is evidence that food dyes lead to behavioral disorders, especially in kids. You can research this one if you’re interested. I know you’ll be all pissy about this one. /END
Okay that's enough for now, even though, you better believe I have more hippie shit to add. MUWAHAHA.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
A couple of posts to come
I have three blog posts all started and saved, and I never finished any of them. I'm at work so I'm going to just finish all of them. First, an update post!
We're on the last few days of March and it's definitely been a better month than the other shit months we've had in 2012. I've been working a lot and getting bigger and bigger. Here I am at 31 weeks in all my glory:
We're on the last few days of March and it's definitely been a better month than the other shit months we've had in 2012. I've been working a lot and getting bigger and bigger. Here I am at 31 weeks in all my glory:
It's insane how fast it's all going by. I have 2 months until this baby will be here! The crazy part is I"m literally excited to go through labor and delivery again; especially knowing it could possibly be my last time doing it. 2 might it for us. I can't wait to experience it again, and it will be so much different/better at a birthing center with just my midwife and some loved ones around. My midwife is really awesome, and I'm so glad I'm going this route!
Cohen is doing really well. Being a peach and sleeping 8:30-8ish perfectly, and has OFFICIALLY moved to one nap a day. Let me tell you about the one nap a day: at first you fear it. You're scared because you normally get a nice break from 10:30-12ish and then another one at 3:30ish. Cohen is normally an hour-90 minute napper in the morning, and then maybe 45 minutes in the late afternoon. I didn't always get to enjoy the second nap becaue I'd be at work, but that hour in the morning was CRUCIAL to my day going well. I'd usually prep dinner for the evening, do yoga, and clean, or enjoy some lying around time. So when Cohen started waking up after half an hour from his morning nap I was like.. WTF IS GOING ON. Then he'd completely skip his evening nap. NO NAP WHATSOEVA. I was full on panicing. Then about 2 weeks ago, I forced myself to keep him up later, no matter how sleepy he was. Instead of going down at 10:30 I started keeping him til 11:30 for a few days, and then eventually until 12:30 or 1. So it's definitely rough; he's up at 8 and I have to keep him happy and entertained for 4.5-5 hours without a break for myself. I'm still not used to it, BUT it pays off when he goes down at 1, and sleeps for 2 hours, sometimes even 3. YES. THREE HOURS. It isn't exactly glorious for me now because I leave for work one hour after he goes down.. so I have one hour to myself, and then I go to work. BUT I'm only working for another 5-6 weeks.. so soon I will enjoy that 2-3 hour nap EVERY DAY, and I will also have a new baby soon after that, so that long nap will be a God send.
Cohen has also become a signing master. Okay that's a total overstatement. He signs "more", "please", "all done", and he claps for "yay" and rolls his hands when we sing Patty Cake and say "roll it, pat it!" It's pretty cute. We're working on signing "milk" and "food" but he's taking his sweet time with those ones. It only took him like EIGHT EFFING MONTHS to learn "more" and "please".. Lol. Whatever. Any communication between us will help when there's a newborn on my boob all day long and I have to try to cater to Cohen, too. Oh fun times.
I've been doing a lot of work for Britt's wedding. It's coming up and I couldn't be more excited! I've done some help with the invitations, and tried out a few center peice ideas for her. Burlap wrapped around a mason jar with a bundle of dried lavender in it. So gorgeous and understated. I'm making an adorable sign for the flower girl to hold (Kev's neice) that we saw on Pinterest. It'll say "Uncle Kev, Here comes your girl" and she'll look adorable holding it! It's turning out cute. I've also done some emailing for her; getting quotes on flowers, cakes, etc. I'm trying to help as much as I can since I'll be out of work in May and then it'll be crunch time since the wedding is July 14.
Cohen has also become a signing master. Okay that's a total overstatement. He signs "more", "please", "all done", and he claps for "yay" and rolls his hands when we sing Patty Cake and say "roll it, pat it!" It's pretty cute. We're working on signing "milk" and "food" but he's taking his sweet time with those ones. It only took him like EIGHT EFFING MONTHS to learn "more" and "please".. Lol. Whatever. Any communication between us will help when there's a newborn on my boob all day long and I have to try to cater to Cohen, too. Oh fun times.
I've been doing a lot of work for Britt's wedding. It's coming up and I couldn't be more excited! I've done some help with the invitations, and tried out a few center peice ideas for her. Burlap wrapped around a mason jar with a bundle of dried lavender in it. So gorgeous and understated. I'm making an adorable sign for the flower girl to hold (Kev's neice) that we saw on Pinterest. It'll say "Uncle Kev, Here comes your girl" and she'll look adorable holding it! It's turning out cute. I've also done some emailing for her; getting quotes on flowers, cakes, etc. I'm trying to help as much as I can since I'll be out of work in May and then it'll be crunch time since the wedding is July 14.
I've been reading about photography. Just a little hobby to start. It'd be nice to have good pics of my kiddos throughout the year. I'm starting just by reading the fatty manual that came with my mom's Nikon d40 (that's what I'll be using, seeing as I "borrowed" it months ago and she hasn't noticed). Once I actually learn how to use it, I'll move on to reading some photog blogs to get a better idea of what I'm doing. It's just a little hobby to have on the side. Since, you know, I have so much free time.. :-/
Okay that's about it. Stay tuned for I'll finally be finishing my post about meal planning and hippie life. Holla!
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