My X is getting so big -- almost a year old now. He is just about walking, and the proud owner of 3 pearly whites!
I can't believe how quickly it happens. One day, he was a snuggly little worm, content to lie in my arms and sleep. Now, he's all OVER the place, laughing, shrieking, playing with toys, pulling up, pulling things off of tables and counters.
I miss the baby times, but I'm looking forward to everything that's coming up.
My sweet boy -- how I love him!
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Friday, August 5, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Happy Hulas For Your Luau
Tiny bubbles. That's what X's first kicks felt like. At the time, I didn't know that was what they were. I suspected it could be, possibly, the first kicks, but it was too early. I was only 15 weeks pregnant. I was a first-time mother. I wasn't supposed to feel movement until 22 or 24 weeks, according to the books, the experts, the online forums. Baby would be moving, but I wouldn't know what it was. It was so easy to mistake gas for baby's movements!
I was driving to work, listening to hula music. Traffic was heavy and I was running late. I felt a little pop-pop-pop, like carbonation, low in my abdomen. It happened, then happened again after a few moments.
When I got to work, I went about my business until, a few hours later, I felt the bubbling again. Pow-pow-pow! This time I knew. This was definitely kicking. I didn't care that I shouldn't be feeling it yet, or know what it was. We had connected. I could feel the baby moving!
I was driving to work, listening to hula music. Traffic was heavy and I was running late. I felt a little pop-pop-pop, like carbonation, low in my abdomen. It happened, then happened again after a few moments.
When I got to work, I went about my business until, a few hours later, I felt the bubbling again. Pow-pow-pow! This time I knew. This was definitely kicking. I didn't care that I shouldn't be feeling it yet, or know what it was. We had connected. I could feel the baby moving!
Monday, January 31, 2011
Swimming
My sister gave birth to her first baby on Friday, and talking with her about the birth has really flooded me with memories.
As she described her daughter's emergence into the world, I remembered so clearly the crowning and the final pushes. I pushed for nearly three hours. X was sunny-side-up, and his position made this part extremely difficult.
I remember being told to push, push harder. Put your chin to your chest. Pull on the sheet (attached to the bar over the bed) and concentrate!
Now, wait! Don't push. Wait, wait.
Then, his head was free. I needed to push again, and again.
Suddenly his warm, tiny body was swimming out of me in a rush of fluid. All the support nurses sprang into action. I lay back, overwhelmed, wanting to hold my tiny baby, waiting for him to be handed to me.
Pride and grief mingled. I had done it -- delivered my baby -- but I would no longer feel his swimming movements inside. He was in my world. In our world. He was taking his first breaths.
As she described her daughter's emergence into the world, I remembered so clearly the crowning and the final pushes. I pushed for nearly three hours. X was sunny-side-up, and his position made this part extremely difficult.
I remember being told to push, push harder. Put your chin to your chest. Pull on the sheet (attached to the bar over the bed) and concentrate!
Now, wait! Don't push. Wait, wait.
Then, his head was free. I needed to push again, and again.
Suddenly his warm, tiny body was swimming out of me in a rush of fluid. All the support nurses sprang into action. I lay back, overwhelmed, wanting to hold my tiny baby, waiting for him to be handed to me.
Pride and grief mingled. I had done it -- delivered my baby -- but I would no longer feel his swimming movements inside. He was in my world. In our world. He was taking his first breaths.