Mother of the Year, Reason 1

I’m posting this because I want other moms to know that they are not alone.

I am embarrassed and disappointed in myself, but it ended well:

Typical Monday morning.  Getting ready for work.  I let baby girl sleep in a bit since she wasn’t feel good this past weekend (super congested and coughing – no fever, though!)

Got everything ready to go, bags by the door, felt pretty proud of myself, etc.

Kenzie woke up and I fed her, changed her, and then got her changed and ready to go (bow included).  Got her set up in her car seat and gave her some toys to keep her happy while I tried to get the dog in.  Of course, it was pretty nice out this morning, and he didn’t want to come in.  So I had to bribe him, as per usual.

By this point, it was 8:30.  I start work at 9.  We were certainly cutting it close, but nothing new there.

Got the dog in, and then grabbed baby girl and headed out to the garage.

So we’re driving along, driving along….::cue Chris Farley::

She’s pretty happy hanging out in the back.  I hear her toys go flying as she gets bored with them.  She’s annoyed when the sun gets into her eyes.   She yells and waits for me to yell back for fun, and the cycle goes on.

We get to her babysitter’s house, and I check her bag to make sure all of her food, etc is in there for the day.  Then I grab her car seat out and head in.  I put her down and go to unclip her, and realize…I NEVER LOCKED HER IN.  Just put her into the seat, gave her toys, and forgot that I never locked in her straps.  SO DUMB.  I was visibly shaken.  Her babysitter was so nice about it.  She said, “You’re not the first mom to have done that, and you certainly won’t be the last.  She is fine, try not to worry”

Then I realize that I didn’t even bring her bag in.  When did I become so distracted and loopy?  Being a mom has turned me into a complete moron.  My intelligence continues to fly out the window day after day.

Granted, I know I am getting baby girl’s cold now.  I’m low on sleep because I wanted to make sure she was breathing okay in the middle of the night, since she has been fighting this cold.  And none of those things are valid excuses.  I am just so thankful that nothing happened.  Our guardian angels were certainly looking out for us this morning.

You’ll notice that I numbered this post as “number 1” – I’m assuming there will be many more dumb things for me to add to my Mom of the Year list in the future.  This isn’t even really number 1, but I thought I would start documenting here.

I guarantee I will not make the same mistake tomorrow.  I’ll probably make another one, instead.  Live and learn, right?

 

MacKenzie’s Birth Story – Part 5 (10 months later…)

Moving right along…

I still remember it like it was yesterday.  Picture it:  Sicily.  1922…

But for real, I did think that it would take me hours of pushing to get little chicky out.  Only because everyone tells their horror stories about how they were in labor and pushing for 12 hours, yadda yadda…had to eventually get a c-section because baby got wedged in there.  I do realize that she was tiny, so if the next kiddo is bigger, I imagine it taking a little longer.

Note to self:  Next time, have 80s and 90s music blasting in the delivery room for all to enjoy.  I had such great intentions of having a play list ready to go.  But then again, didn’t know little chicky was going to be a month early.

So I’m pushing and pushing every now and then when a contraction comes up.  Still no sweat or anything crazy.   It had probably been about 20 minutes or so.  Nurses are talking about random things.  Mike is being as supportive as he can, and we are holding little conversations in between as well.  So weird!

At no point does she tell me, “Okay, I see the head!”, maybe because I didn’t really seem interested in looking at the mirror to see the progress.  Which honestly, was probably for the best.  I would have been annoyed, I’m sure.

After another push, I’m looking at my wedding ring thinking, “Gosh, who knew I would be delivering our first baby before our one year anniversary” and Mike chimes in, “Babe, look” (he was pointing at my legs/ doctor area) – I figured he was telling me to look in the mirror or something so I told him to shut it, that I wasn’t interested!  He said, “NO, LOOOOOK” ……So I looked up, and there was baby girl, in Dr. Upp’s arms.  And then she let out a good scream, and we knew her lungs were GOOD TO GO.  ::phew, big sigh of relief there, since the lung development were the main thing they were worried about in her early arrival::  MacKenzie Josephine was born at 10:59 a.m. on April 13, 2015 weighing in at 4 lbs and 13 ounces, and 18 inches long.  It was kind of funny, because at some point early in the morning (probably 4 or 5 a.m. when she was checking my cervix again), she said, “Yep, you’ll probably have your baby girl by 11 a.m.”….crazy to me.  She knows her stuff.

As soon as Kenzie was delivered, Dr U said, “Wait wait, Mike, get your camera, and let’s get a few photos before we put her under the warming crib” – it was SO NICE to have them think about that kind of thing, because both of us were not thinking about it at all.  Because of that, we were able to get a few really great photos in the first few moments of our daughter’s life.  Now, we probably have a few thousand photos (not kidding – both of our phones are out of memory – we literally have to delete apps when we need to take more pics, it’s ridiculous).  We really need to invest in a nice camera.  I know camera phones have come a long way, but I want to be able to really control the photos I am taking (not just add instagram filters that I can never decide on).

And in case you were wondering, I did cry when baby girl was born.  Not like a loser who just fell off her bike type of cry, but a good, smiling cry with a few tears streaming.  Plus, it was a beautiful morning.  The sun was shining through the windows, and all was right in my world.  I never thought I would have cried.  Not because I have no heart, but because I thought I would just be happy, but not THAT happy to see a screaming babe 🙂  Mike had some hidden tears, too.

So Mike got our pics with the iPad, and then they moved her to the side of the room with the warming crib, and the NICU team checked her out and cleaned her up.  Final outcome?  Baby girl is perfectly healthy at 36 weeks!  WHAT UP.  My doctor then said, “Well, I guess we can cancel your appointment for Thursday!”  YEAH!  No more checking of the cervix, now I just get to hang with my happy baby!  Haha, oh how little I knew then about how the first few months would go.  I was so dumb and uninformed.  That’s okay though.  You live, you learn.  ::alanis::

After babe was born and the NICU team deemed her good to go, they put her on my chest for some skin-to-skin, while Mike went out and got the grandmas.  They were shocked that I had already delivered.  Everyone was happy as clams, as you could imagine.  Tears were flowing.  Happy happy.  After the grandmas got their fix, it was time to try to breastfeed.

I’ll save the breastfeeding topic for another post, because it seriously needs its own post with all of the BS that comes along with it (I am still breastfeeding, but I was so uneducated at first that it was frustrating and upsetting.  So if I can teach just one person something about my experience, it will be worth it).

Next post:  about the next two days spent in the hospital (pretty much a blur), and bringing home baby girl.  Oh what a journey it has been.