Entries Tagged as 'maternity'

second kid

08.04.14

So these Luvs’ “Second Kid” commercials are genius and an excellent representation of my life right now.

Check out all the commercials here.

I don’t know if Gatsby is just a really good baby, if I’m that beaten down by motherhood, or if Holdy is just that crazy but he’s really been a breeze so far. He gets a little gassy sometimes, but that’s pretty much the extent of his distemper at this point. I’m even handling the up-every-hour-and-a-half nights during his current growth spurt pretty well. I’m sure I just jinxed myself horribly with this paragraph.

Also: I got a few packs of Luvs as gifts, so I’m going to give them a shot and see if they can persuade me to give up the Pampers (I love the Pampers Rewards, lol: I use them to buy Shutterfly stuff…)

this week in photos

04.04.14

Well, we survived our first week, just the three of us (with some help from grandparents, visits from friends and family and playdates). Here’s what our week looked like:

Celebrating Duke’s birthday:

Playing funny faces:

First day as a SAHM with two kids @ohbotherblog

Breaking out the double stroller:

First day as a SAHM with two kids @ohbotherblog

Newborn photo session with Lisa Hott Photography:

Baby butt:

Newborn photo session @ohbotherblog

A playdate at Gymboree:

Hanging out with Sammy. I got Sammy for my first Christmas, so he’s more than 30 years old:

Baby and monkey @ohbotherblog

Best buds:

baby’s second night

31.03.14

Surviving Baby's Second Night @ohbotherblog

As tonight will mark the one-week anniversary of my second night in the hospital with Gatsby, I wanted to share another oh, bother. PSA™ with ya’ll while the horror is still fresh in my mind. You see, in addition to the postpartum recovery/pad sandwich situation that no one (but me!) warns you about, no one warns new moms about Night #2, or Quite Possibly the Worst Night of Your Life.

You may congratulate yourself the morning after that first night with your new baby—even with the nurses in and out of your room all night, you’re still kind of running on adrenaline so the sleeplessness doesn’t bother you too much. You may think, “Hey, that wasn’t so bad. I totally got this.” But… you don’t know. You. don’t. know what awaits.

When I had Holden, a lactation consultant visited my room specifically to warn me about Night #2. There was even a special page dedicated to Night #2 in the “Your Newborn for Dummies (aka You)” manual the hospital gives you. Do not brush off these warnings; be prepared because Night #2 is coming.

This time, I don’t know if I was blocking out my memories of that night in a survivor/PTSD-type situation, or if I was thrown off by the nurse telling me that my little boy would be really sleepy after his circumcision (it’s a trap! Don’t believe it!) but once again, I found myself unprepared for Night #2.

It starts in the evening as visiting hours are winding down and you find yourself alone with your new baby (and possibly your partner if you’ve decided to enlist their support for the night). You feed your bebe one last time before a few hours of sleep… or so you think. But no: this is Night #2, aka New Mom Hazing Night, aka The Cluster Feeding Night aka Nurse All Night Night.

There will be no sleep. There will only be nursing. Every time you take the kid off your nip, he will cry and the only thing that will soothe him will be more nip. Forget about him sleeping in the tupperware hospital bassinet; he will only sleep on your chest with your nip in his mouth… therefore you will not sleep, as the nurses make damn well sure you don’t fall asleep in bed with the baby. You will still fall asleep with the baby in bed with you at least once this night, against your best efforts. This sleep will be fleeting. Your partner will be useless. You will cry. Your nipples will hurt. All the nursing will require frequent changing of your pad sandwich. Your baby will cry while you’re in the bathroom and you will shout, “Okay! Okay! Yes, Mommy will be right there!” out the bathroom door. You may try to make it through the night by watching TV, or reading Twitter on your phone, or ordering little flowered headbands on Etsy at 3am.

You will doubt yourself. But don’t let that baby break you.

Because soon it will be 5am, then 6am, and you’ve survived. They’ll be bringing your shriveled scrambled eggs and blueberry Yoplait soon. You’ll probably be going home today. Your kid is worn out from hazing you and there’s most likely a nap in your future… unless your nesting instinct waits until the day you get home from the hospital to kick in, like mine does. But that’s a different story.

And that, my new-mom friends, is Night #2.

I highly recommend that you check out “Baby’s Second Night” on KellyMom.com for the legit info on why Night #2 is a thing (spoiler alert: it’s because the baby is out of their coming-through-the-birth-canal fog and is all like “WTF?!?” and needs some comfort; and also because cluster feeding helps to build your milk supply) and for some helpful suggestions on how to get through it with your dignity (somewhat) intact. I’m pretty sure that information is what was shared in my hospital manual.

The good news is that it gets better (…and then it usually gets worse for a while, but it’ll get better again. Maybe. Hopefully. Definitely). You got this.

Bottle-feeding moms: how do you get through the terror that is Night #2?

Gatsby’s birth story, or how I live tweeted my labor again

28.03.14


As I shared, I was not particularly loving the final week or two of pregnancy and was trying pretty much everything to get this little guy out.

Stuff that does not work to induce labor:

  • Having the doctor strip your membranes
  • Spicy food: Mexican, curry, triple-chili powder chocolate cupcakes
  • Third trimester tea
  • Pedicures/foot massages
  • Labor Cookies
  • Scrubbing the floor on your hands and knees
  • Sweeping the floor
  • Skipping
  • Bouncing on a large ball
  • Walking miles and miles
  • Running on an elliptical
  • “The thing that got you into trouble in the first place”
  • Anything to do with your nipples
  • Evening Primrose Oil
  • Jumping off the bottom step
  • Squats and lunges
  • Eggplant Parmesan
  • Dancing
  • Full moons
  • Walking miles and miles

What Does Work to Induce Labor: Having a baby that’s ready.

Mommy and daughter bouncing on the labor ball @ohbotherblog

Gatsby’s Birth Story

On his due date, March 23, I woke up to some really mild contractions around 7am, while I was lying in bed. I didn’t think too much of it because I had literally been having contractions for about three weeks at this point. I kept an eye on the clock—they were about 8 minutes apart. As an hour ticked by and the contractions got a bit stronger, I began to realize that this might be it, but I still didn’t want to get my hopes up.

Side note: Having to rely on your own assessment of your discomfort to make that call to the doctor really sucks, especially when you’re a stubborn mule like me who likes to think she’s tough. Having your water break—like mine did with Holden—is at least a clear sign of labor, although, boy, does that make your contractions so much more intense.

Around 8am, I got up and took a shower (I had this weird thing with both pregnancies where I wanted to get myself “ready” to go to the hospital). My contractions were lasting about a minute, were 3-6 minutes apart and were still relatively mild. I called my doctor’s office at 8:36am and my parents at 8:42am. My mom took me to the hospital while my husband stayed at the house with still-sleeping Holden.

We got to the hospital around 9:45am. I wanted to make the walk to Labor & Delivery rather than take a wheelchair, and I could feel my contractions intensifying and coming faster. My OB met me in L&D for my exam: I was 5 cm dilated and still kinda thick by that point, so she wanted to put me on the monitor to see how I progressed before deciding if they would “keep” me… which pissed me off because 1) I knew this was it and 2) the contractions were getting stronger and being strapped to a bed (without meds) is pretty much the last thing you want when you’re in labor.

I was only on the monitor for about 20-30 minutes before they came back to admit me and take me to a room—I guess my moans of pain and the huge peaks of my contractions on the monitor told them this was the real thing. My OB told me then I was a bit too smiley when I first came in and that’s why she didn’t admit me right away… so if there’s a next time, I’ll keep that in mind.

In the middle of a labor contraction @ohbotherblog

Like my labor with Holden, the time from being admitted until receiving the epidural was a blur of pain. Contractions were coming every minute or so and, while they weren’t at the same excruciating level of my first pregnancy (when my water broke), they still felt like I was being eviscerated with a rusty bread knife every 60 seconds. I was still strapped to a bed, receiving IV fluid before they would give me the epidural and still on the monitor. So no walking or ball-bouncing. Just me alone with my pain.

Around 11am (so after about an hour), the doctor gave me the painkiller, Stadol, which doesn’t stop the pain of the contractions but “takes the edge off”—which means makes you kind of high so you can’t focus on the pain as much. It made things a bit better, but the real joy came when my anesthesiologist entered the room around 11:15am.

Getting an epidural @ohbotherblog

I endured one more painful contraction before the sweet, sweet nectar of anesthesia washed through my body and I began the blissful, zen-like ride of no feeling—like, I literally couldn’t even feel my legs. Also, I was still kind of high.

So now that I was feeling good, it was time to let my friends know where I was and to start…

My Labor Live Tweet, Part Deux

(ps – I also live tweeted my labor with Holden, which you can read here.)

In case you don’t feel like scrolling through all the pages, here is the “highly popular” video of me dancing to “Push It,” like I did last time:

Around 1:50pm (so after about 2.5 hours), the doc came in and said I was about 9.5 cm dilated and we’d start pushing within the hour… which came as news to me because I had no idea I had progressed that quickly. I was still feeling nothing. Like, my leg looked and felt like a huge hamhock lying in bed with me.

She came back around 2:20pm and said it was time. So even though I couldn’t feel what I was doing, I was going to push this baby out. They wheeled over the mirror—always a surreal experience—and I watched as, with three pushes that I couldn’t feel, the baby slipped on out. The process took less than four minutes. No drama, no tearing (thank god—guess those padsicles weren’t really necessary).

They put my beautiful baby boy on my chest and I was still in shock that it had all happened so quickly. But here he was, right on time.


And nothing would be the same again.

on still being pregnant aka things that don’t work to induce labor

21.03.14

the last week of pregnancy @ohbotherblog

So, ask any pregnant woman: the last few weeks of pregnancy suck. You’re the biggest you’re going to be, you’re probably swollen, you feel so full of baby you could burst, you feel ugly pretty much all the time, you don’t really have an appetite, people are literally asking you several times a day whether you’ve gone into labor yet (spoiler alert: no). There’s the disappointment of getting up to pee three times in the middle of the night and not having your water break any of those times, haha. For me, I’ve also been having pretty real-feeling contractions for three weeks and this kid’s head is already so far down in my junk, I swear I feel like I’m sitting on him.

So here’s where I am:

How Pregnant: 39 weeks, 5 days
Due Date: March 23 (I know, I know, but Holden was born at 39 weeks, so sue me for seeking the same release.)
Cm Dilated: Three (3), as of yesterday
Cervical Status: “Thick”
Doc Says:

  • She stripped my membranes yesterday, which is where she uses her finger to separate the amniotic sac from the bottom of the uterus (feels just as good as it sounds), in the hopes of stirring up hormones to help the cervix progress.
  • She said his head is “right there”—uh yeah, I know it is.
  • My cervix is not yet effacing so she told me to walk and bounce to move it along.
  • I have another OB appointment on Monday, where I will have a Non-Stress Test (NST) and a check of my amniotic fluid levels. From there we’ll figure out what happens next.

I’m not one of those women who glows during her pregnancy or feels like a gorgeous earth goddess. I’m not nesting. My house is like Crazy Town—Holden’s terrible twos have decided to come early and Sally (the dog) is so protective of me that she sits guard in front of me while I pee. So yeah, I’ve been doing stuff to try to get this kid moving and get us out of Pre-Baby Purgatory.

the last week of pregnancy @ohbotherblog

and so, I present…

Stuff that does not work to induce labor:

  • Having the doctor strip your membranes
  • Spicy food: Mexican, curry, triple-chili powder chocolate cupcakes
  • Third trimester tea
  • Pedicures/foot massages
  • Labor Cookies
  • Scrubbing the floor on your hands and knees
  • Sweeping the floor
  • Skipping
  • Bouncing on a large ball
  • Walking miles and miles
  • Running on an elliptical
  • “The thing that got you into trouble in the first place”
  • Anything to do with your nipples
  • Evening Primrose Oil
  • Jumping off the bottom step
  • Squats and lunges
  • Dancing
  • Full moons
  • Walking miles and miles

the last week of pregnancy @ohbotherblog

I’ve been told eating Eggplant Parmesan works and a friend gave me a recipe for meatloaf that she swears induced both of her labors, so maybe I’ll give those a shot. But otherwise, I guess I’m going to put a fork in these ridiculous experiments. I’ll still continue to walk and bounce on that damn ball, though.

I’ve felt all along that this baby is going to be a sweetie, so maybe he’s just that content to hang out inside me until his time comes. Maybe he’s a little mama’s boy in the making. Maybe he’ll be that chill in real life? (Doubtful, I’m sure.)

In the meantime, I’ll continue to enjoy being part of a terrible twosome, even if this little miss has been driving me a bit batty these past few weeks.

the last week of pregnancy @ohbotherblog

labor cookies

17.03.14

Labor cookies to induce labor @ohbotherblog

As it is 6am on the second day of my 39th week of pregnancy (and also St. Patrick’s Day – aw, what a cool birth day, right? RIGHT?!) and I am wide awake standing in my kitchen, it’s obvious that Baby Gatsby has not yet arrived.

I’ve been up since about 3am. Around 5am, I made my way downstairs to sit on my bouncy ball and Google “ways to start labor” and came across this recipe for Labor Cookies. I’m clearly not sleeping any time soon… so why the hell not?

Labor Cookies
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A spicy ginger cookie to (allegedly) get labor flowing
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Cook Time
10 min
Cook Time
10 min
Ingredients
  1. 2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
  2. 1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda
  3. 3/4 teaspoon cinnamon
  4. 1 teaspoon ground ginger
  5. 1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
  6. 1/2 teaspoon salt
  7. 1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper
  8. 8 tablespoons (or 1 stick) margarine
  9. 1/2 cup granulated sugar (will also need extra sugar to roll cookie dough in)
  10. 1 cup light brown sugar, packed
  11. 1/3 cup molasses
  12. 2 egg whites
Instructions
  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
  2. Combine flour, baking soda, cinnamon, ginger, cloves, salt and cayenne pepper in small mixing bowl. Set dry ingredients aside.
  3. Then blend margarine in large mixing bowl. Stir in brown sugar and granulated sugar slowly. Add the molasses, then the egg whites. Finally, add the dry ingredients to your mix.
  4. Roll dough into ¾ inch balls. Roll cookie balls in sugar to lightly coat each cookie. Place balls on cookie sheet lined with parchment paper. Bake in oven for 8-10 minutes or until cookies are golden brown.
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I cut the recipe in half because I figured a dozen should do me.

Also, let’s be real: I jerry-rigged the hell out of this because I have no cloves, cayenne pepper or molasses, haha. Apparently the ginger is key so I threw in a ton of that, used chili powder (because who doesn’t want oregano and garlic flavor in their cookie?) and substituted honey and extra brown sugar for the molasses.

Whatever. Beggars can’t be choosers.

what’s in the hospital bag?

15.03.14

packing for the hospital, baby #2 @ohbotherblog

I pretty much had no idea what I was doing when I had Holden. I mean, I seriously had to ask the nurse when I would know to change her diaper. That, coupled with the fact that I didn’t know if I was having a boy or a girl, meant I really didn’t have a clue as to what to pack for the hospital.

So here’s what’s coming with me this time.

Gatsby’s Bag

packing for the hospital, baby #2 @ohbotherblog

packing for the hospital, baby #2 @ohbotherblog

packing for the hospital, baby #2 @ohbotherblog

packing for the hospital, baby #2 @ohbotherblog

packing for the hospital, baby #2 @ohbotherblog

  • Ridiculous(ly adorable) baby boy sleepers and jammies
  • Teeny baby hats
  • Swaddle blankets and a burp cloth
  • Ridiculous(ly adorable) photo props – hats, “Just Born” onesie sticker and little tie (awww)
  • Wishful thinking?

My Bag

packing for the hospital, baby #2 @ohbotherblog

packing for the hospital, baby #2 @ohbotherblog

packing for the hospital, baby #2 @ohbotherblog

packing for the hospital, baby #2 @ohbotherblog

packing for the hospital, baby #2 @ohbotherblog

packing for the hospital, baby #2 @ohbotherblog

  • The boppy pillow and Hooter Hider for nursing
  • Toiletry stuff
  • My maternity uniform of nursing tanks and black lounge pants
  • Robe and comfy pants
  • Phone charger and Anker portable charger
  • The “Gatsby” charm to add to my necklace

Okay, kid. Let’s do this.

psa: preg-approved razor

15.03.14

Preg-approved razor @ohbotherblog

I may be a little odd in that I’ve been super concerned about making sure my legs and… stuff… are clean-shaven, despite being about to pop out a kid any day (seriously, any day, kid).

I think it’s because (one of) the last things I want when I’m lying in that hospital bed is to look over at my knee, literally up by my ears, and see hairs all over it. Yes, I’ve given birth before; I realize I’ll probably be focusing on other things, but still. I want to be fresh in those stirrups.

With Holden, I was lucky and the hair on my legs actually stopped growing during my pregnancy. It was awesome. It did not happen this time.

So it was a little serendipitous earlier this week that I ran out of my usual Schick Quattro refill cartridges and found I had my Schick Intuition Plus Renewing Moisture Razor and some cartridges tucked away in a drawer, left over from a vacation or something.

Oh my god. This is like the safety scissors of razors. I was able to easily clutch it in my swollen baseball-mitt hands and maneuver it to areas I haven’t even seen for several months. It’s been glorious.

Anyway, just thought I’d share for any other pregs out there. Schick didn’t pay me to say this or anything, but they sure are missing out on a hell of a target audience. Schick: call me.

readying the big sister for baby #2

06.03.14

So Gatsby could come any day (seriously, kid, you can come any day). One of the most frequent questions I get is how I think Holden will respond to the new baby.

Introducing baby #1 to baby #2 @ohbotherblog

Honestly, I think (and hope) that she’ll be great. She has been very interested in my belly throughout the pregnancy and knows that “her baby” is in there.

A normal baby-related conversation goes like this:

M: Where’s the baby?
H: pats my belly. Baby.
M: Is that your brother?
H: nods earnestly. Yes.
M: Are you going to love him?
H: nods earnestly. Yes.
M: Are you going to help Mommy?
H: nods earnestly. Yes.
M: Are you going to change his diaper?
H: nods earnestly. Yes.
M: Are you going to share your toys?
H: deadpan. No.

I’ll take it, haha.

She’s also been very interested in the baby’s gear. I have the bassinet set up in my room for G’s arrival. Holden likes to put her stuffed animals in it, turn on the music and rock them.

The other day I peeked in and saw this:

Introducing baby #1 to baby #2 @ohbotherblog

I think we’re going to be just fine.

(seriously, any day, kid).

my great gatsby shower

03.03.14

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

In a super sweet, overwhelming and completely unnecessary move, my family and friends threw me a “sprinkle” yesterday. I’m using “sprinkle” in quotes because this thing was a full-on baby shower. A Great Gatsby-themed baby shower, of course. While I wish they hadn’t gone to all the trouble, I loved it and was so impressed by the effort my mom and mother-in-law had put into the planning.

From playing the Baz Luhrman movie and soundtrack in the background, to feathers and pearls as decoration to guests choosing between wearing headbands, beads or a mustache, they covered all the details.

I mean:

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

(that mirror was my nanny’s <3)

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

They stole my “Hello, Old Sport” sign from the nursery a few days before and I didn’t even notice! Ha!

And then this happened.
Yes, that’s my mother-in-law and my mom.

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

They had me don a headband and feather to fit in with the guests.

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

The cake and cupcakes were gorgeous:

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

My mom was pretty proud of herself for hand-glittering all those letters.

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

 

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

I am not a good cake cutter.
Check out that orb in the photo.
(and yes, that’s a photo of Holden crying in that wall calendar.)

Great Gatsby baby shower for a baby named Gatsby @ohbotherblog

Holdy even showed up at the end to join in the fun.

So I’m 37 weeks and I’m now stocked with adorable baby boy clothes and diapers. Let’s do this, little man!

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