And So What We Have Learned

It’s been a very long time since I’ve written something for the blog, and longer still since I’ve published something. But I wanted to share some things I’ve learned in my first year raising Sisu. I’ve written about specific things like the second night, but I wanted to talk about this year in broader strokes. I’ve put together a summary of what I’ve learned in the past year.

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On Migraines

I actually couldn’t remember what my migraine history during pregnancy looked like, so I used this handy dandy blog to look it up. Score one for this blog’s first practical result of “worth it”.

Since I gave birth just shy of nine months ago I’ve had my hands quite full with the wee one (as evident from my complete lack of blogs posted here). I also have not menstruated in that time. This past week I had my first period in a year and a half and it was weird! I do that all the time? ugh. Why?

Upon coming back onto my menstrual cycle I’ve noticed two key things. First, I never noticed how much of an effort I had to make ot keep my emotions in check during my period. It was just something I grew into. Now I’m having to re-learn many of those habits which keep me from going psycho during preMC to postMC transition. MC here standing for menstrual cycle.

Second, my migraines are awful and I don’t know why I never had them professionally checked out before. Well, I do know. I planned on having them checked out in 2013, which is why I signed up for health insurance. But then I found out I was pregnant and onto the back burner it went. I did see a neurologist during my pregnancy, and she was rather knowledgeable. She was also spread too thin, didn’t spend much time with me during my appointments, and made me wait hours to see her. Not that you’d walk out of the waiting room, it was so hard to get appointments scheduled with her.

Of course, now I have a child and ain’t nobody got time for that. I can’t wait at the office for two hours while you see patients that piled up through the morning because you don’t have a secretary to make Rx refill calls for you. I digress.

So here’s my log of returned migraines primarily for my benefit, sorry dear reader. Rest assured there are a number of blogs I’ve been cooking while I have a few minutes of breathing time and though I cant promise any solid release dates, I can assure you, my dear reader, that they’ll be coming even if it’s not terribly soon.

For Those About to Pop, We Salute You.

There are tons of blogs with long lists of things for women to do before baby arrives. This is one such list.

I read a lot of these lists pre-baby and really benefited from their suggestions. I wanted to compile not only the advice I followed and liked, but also advice I wish I’d followed. I came up with a LOT of advice, so I’ve categorized it for you. Without further ado:

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I’d like to reiterate how freaking spectacular it was to have my best friend Amy helping me recover.

I’m sorry if you don’t get this.

I was surprised at how quickly I recovered from my c-section and I believe I owe much of that to Amy’s help. If you need a c-section the biggest advice I can give you is get a caretaker to help you for at least the first two weeks, even if they can only be there during the day. Having a helping hand allowed me to easily abide by my weight restriction, driving restriction, and have a sounding board for all of the bizarre things I was feeling and experiencing. It also gave me time to rest when I was feeling exhausted and all of this made our transition into family life smooth and without much added stress to myself or my husband, Joel.  Continue reading


19 in. 7lbs 10oz. Sometime around 7am. Hey cut me some slack, I was in a haze.

As soon as Sisu was whisked away to the measuring table in the corner I encouraged Joel to follow her. I don’t know why I was so intent on him following her. Call it instinct, but I wanted her watched like a hawk. I looked to my left and found the mystery woman had moved to the corner and was looking over the shoulders of the medical personnel administering tests. I suddenly realized she was from the NICU and ensuring that my baby didn’t have any complications. She never jumped into action, thank God.  I vaguely remember being told that a few different tests went well, but honestly those results just wash over you unless they’re bad news.

Joel was invited to hold Sisu. He came back with her, bundled in a blanket with her eyes wide open. Big grey baby eyes, barely conscious, but with such a strong spark of life in her. She looked just like Joel.

After I was done being sewn up, glued up, and wiped down we were told we would be transferred back to our labor room for about an hour before being transferred to the maternal care unit. Nurses gathered round and heaved me onto the gurney with a sheet. Joel followed with Sisu in arms. Continue reading



Except. You know. When you go into labor shortly after they arrive.

On August 13th I had minor cramps, referred to as Braxton-Hicks contractions, which I began to notice around 6pm. They were annoying and uncomfortable, but otherwise without need for mention. Joel and I went to Costco to get some last minute things before our scheduled c-section on the 15th. We wanted to have some simple quick foods to cook after arriving home in non-perishable form. And I wanted to get out and get some air. I had no idea I was starting labor. Continue reading

Coming soon!

I had a baby! Although I don’t plan on posting public photos of my child on this blog, I do hope to circulate a single snap shot in a slightly more controlled environment on Facebook. I’m working on writing a blog (or a few) about my personal labor and delivery process, but it’ll take some concentration and time which is harder to come by these days.

Know that mom and baby are well and that you’ll have more to read from me soon.

I’ll continue writing this blog as I learn about parenting. Plus my husband, Joel, keeps poking my (deflated) belly asking, “do you want another one? Huh? Do ya? Do ya?” so who knows where we’ll be in a year. Personally, I plan on waiting until my cracked rib is healed, at least.