Y’all, its been a mother of a day. After dropping Huff the Tot at my aunt’s house so I could take Huff the Babe to his 2-month well child checkup, I saw that my rear driver’s side tire was completely FLAT. Scrambling, i called Huff the Hubs, my mom, and my dad for help. Huff the Hubs had used up all of his sick leave and vacation time to stay home after I gave birth (don’t even get me started on the horrible maternity/paternity leave policies in this country) and my dad couldn’t leave work. My mom came to drive us to the doctor, but thankfully my father-in-law came and changed my tire, taking the flat to get fixed. After we made it to HtB’s appointment (15 minutes late) I was told that my little boy would be getting THREE shots. THREE. And they said, “Don’t worry if he’s fussier than normal.”
Uh, this kid is perpetually fussy.
Needless to say, its been a day. And I could use some laughter so I’m sharing a funny (and oh-so-relatable!) video with you, Momma. Just in case you need to get some giggles out because your threenager threw an all-out, on-the-floor-fit because you didn’t buy the fruit snacks shaped like Captain America or your colicky newborn kept you up all night.
Now that we’re officially in March, I’m counting down the days until Huff the Babe makes his appearance. And lawd let me tell ya, I’m so incredibly ready to be done. I’ll spare you the gory details, but let’s just say that pregnancy HURTS.
I’ve been looking at ways to help me out during and after delivery (i.e., what I can do to help me NOT have to push for two hours like I did with Huff the Tot/what I can do to help speed up the healing process).
During my research, I came across this study. To spare you from having to read it yourself, a group of pregnant women were used in this study. Half of them ate 6 dates a day in the four weeks leading up to their due date and the other half did not. According to the study, those in the date-eating group:
- Have intact membranes upon admission to the hospital
- Go into labor spontaneously
- Avoid pitocin
- And have a shorter first phase of labor
Research has found that dates have an affect on the body much like the hormone oxytocin, which helps to stimulate contractions as well as help with hemorrhaging after delivery. Plus, its full of good-for-you stuff like fiber, magnesium, and potassium! So, why not, right?
Right when I read this, I went out and bought a bag!
I’ve been chomping down on these bad boys since my 34th week! They’re actually pretty good and taste like big raisins!
I’ll let you know if I think the dates helped me out (I’m sure all those mamas-to-be want to know)!
Have you ever tried dates? What did you think?
I’m back, everyone!
Its been a while! And man have things changed! I’m a MOM! Can you believe it?!
Let me tell ya, it was not an easy road: 18 hours of labor, 2 hours of pushing, and one freak-out moment where I though my baby was going to burst out of my chest a la Aliens.
But, after all that, Hermione Jean came into the world!
Not to get all mushy, but the girl is freaking ADORABLE! And, seeing her in her daddy’s arms is enough to make me melt.
And not gonna lie, I’m absolutely exhausted. I don’t get to shower everyday. And I actually miss work!
Even though at times I feel like a zombie, its been totally worth it. When I watch that sweet little girl in her swing or see her smile or hear her cute little coos in while she’s sleeping, I forget the uncomfortable third trimester and the pain of childbirth.
When women would say: “Oh you forget about the pain” I wanted to smack them and say: “You’re an idiot. How can you forget the fact that basically the bottom half of your body just exploded?”
But now? I totally get it.
Don’t worry; I’ll keep the gross posts about poop and spit up to a minimum. But I can’t guarantee I won’t post a million pictures of my cute little padawan.
Guys. The day has finally arrived! My little geekling has made her arrival into the world!
I plan on regaling you all with the full telenovela that was my labor and delivery, but for now I plan on resting and healing.
In the meantime, here’s a picture of me and Hermione to tide you over:
She’s my glow.