So after a washing fail with my diapers, Jaden got a crazy rash, and complained all about it. Butt paste and a disposable diaper seems to have quickly resolved that problem. But let me just say, this morning I realized just how much I hate 'sposies'. (I don't think Jaden likes them much either he's currently trying to frigure out what that thing is on his bottom. It's not a 'normal' diaper after all)
This morning, as I sat on the toilet, my husband shoted at me, 'Jaden pulled off his diaper last nigh.' I grumbled a little, bnt when I found my hubby and Jaden next, baby was squirming to get away from daddy whilee daddy was tryiing to put the diaper on backwards though he didn't quite realize it at the time.
I then looked in the bed... sure enough, soaking wet bed with a soiled diaper that had been pushed to the side. (Somehow Jaden's blanket which was at the bottom of the bed remained dry... don't ask mr how.)
Long story short... I hate disposable diapers.
Reasons why I love Cloth:
1. Great for sensitive baibies - This will always first and foremost be our number one reason for loving cloth. Our son Jaden has super sensitive EVERYTHING there for he reacts to almost all disposable diapers in one way or another. Jaden however does really well with cloth. Just make sure to use the appropriate detergents!
2. They can come in snap varieties! - I love snaps... Jaden has yet to figure out how to undo them, but he's been able to squirm out of velcro or even undo them for as long as I can remember.
3. Cheap - Okay so it doesn't seem like it as you buy them It seems that your pockets can never hold enough money for them, but then again, your pockets can never hold enough for sposies either... it saves you money in the long run to buy cloth. After all, you spend more than 200 dollars a year on sposies.
4. Environmentally friendly - I am not deep into this reason for CDing, but its a nice bonus
5. They come in fun colors and patterns! - Babies are so cuted when they crawl/walk around in nothing but a diaper... Cloth makes it even better!
Now if you excuse me... I have to reaattach a doaper to my child... again. Where on earth IS thatduct tape?
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Thursday, April 17, 2014
A whole year already?
A year ago today, I had a huge belly, and I was home alone (unless you count the munchkin that seemed like it would never leave the comforts of my uterus). My husband was at work, and I was pacing. Then I'd go back and lay down, no thanks to being lightheaded and nauseous. The contractions had gone haywire... like they had been the past few weeks. Then I'd get up and put my head on the bed, and move my butt back and forth. I was desperate for relief. To be honest, the contractions weren't that bad. I barely noticed them anymore because I'd been feeling them for weeks. It wasn't that they were weak contractions. No, they were 3-5 minutes apart and very strong (the day before at my non-stress test I joked it looked like my contractions were mapping Middle Earth).
Ten-o'clock at night, I decided I couldn't take the agony any more. I had to shower. It would provide some relief, I had hoped. Little did I know it would 12 hours later I'd be holding my son in my arms for the very first time. My husband FINALLY got home as I was getting out of the shower a half hour later. I was happy to see him, not really because I was lonely, but because I was miserable. I told him, 'I know they probably won't keep me, but we really need to go to the hospital. At least they will give me a shot to help me get a few hours of sleep.'
I held no hope since we had been in three times already and sent home, but we got to the hospital by 11:15 or so. They started me in a triage room, I guess figuring that I wasn't ready for delivery yet. They took my blood pressure (160/93). They never took the blood pressure cuff off after that until after I had given birth. It went off every ten minutes. They also took the same blood tests my doctor took yesterday for pre-eclampsia. (My blood pressure had been 150/87 or something like that so it caused him to put me on partial bed rest which rapidly turned to full bedrest simply because getting up made everything worse) They were higher than the ones at my doctor's office, which caused concern. So that combined with the fact it was essentially my due date, and my blood pressure, they FINALLY kept me. After 3 weeks of endless 3-5 minute apart contractions, and three visits where I was sent home, and all the non-stress tests nurse saying they didn't want to see me anymore, It was finally happening.
They even checked me again around 2 am, and for the first time ever I progressed WHILE I was at the hospital. A whole centimeter! And it was by myself. No pitocin yet. At around 4 oclock they came back. I hadn't progressed much more so they did start the pitocin. With my blood pressure as it was and my liver enzymes like they were, they weren't going to mess around. 5 o'clock rolled around, and I asked for an epidural. I wanted so badly to go naturally, but when you are confined to a bed, and all the techniques you knew required being OUT of bed, the temptation became too great.
The nurse I asked must have recently taken the shift (I don't remember it clearly. most of that night was a blur. I remember being helped to the bathroom though) because she said, 'Oh all right, ew're going to consistantly monitor you because Epidurals have a tendency to lower your blood pressure.' Now if there was a reason to get an Epidural for me, THAT was it. Sure enough, it did lower my blood pressure... to a normal range.
They broke my water about 5:30 am. No one, not even me, expected how fast things would progress after that. Sure, I had hoped and prayed for a fast labor like my friend had had with both of her girls. But to expect it? No. To be honest, I probably should have expected it, given my body had been preparing for 3 weeks to shove a baby out. And that there had been many other miracles throughout my pregnancy. That probably should have set a standard. But no, still, I did not expect that only 4.5 hours after my water being broken I'd be holding my beautiful baby boy.
After my water had been broken time became even more of a blur. I'm not sure the exact time it was, but I think the clock said seven-thirty. I pressed the nurse button on my bed to ask her to help me flip over. I could feel my hip suddenly, and realized it was time to flip for my meds to shift to the other side. The nurse I don't think showed up till about 8 or 8:15. It seemed like an eternity is all I remember. When she did show up, she said before flipping me, 'Well while I'm here lets check you. Let's hope for big numbers.' I remember feeling for quite awhile now like I needed to poop, and I had told my husband that just before the nurse came in.
I will tell you, there is no thing as dignity for a pregnant woman, but even less so for a woman in labor. But I still tried to maintain my dignity so I always told the nurses at the last possible second that i needed to use the restroom...this time was no different. The nurse checked me while I felt like pooping, and then all of a sudden I heard her say, 'Those are definitely big numbers. You are fully dilated and effaced.'
If there was anything that could shock me more, I can't think of it. I sat upright, ignoring every needle in me (and the urge to poop) and went said, 'What?! Really?' I don't think the nurse expected me to be surprised to be honest. I think she expected me to be relieved. To be honest, I was relieved, but that wasn't the emotion that was in front of my mind. This was when she told me my doctor was in a c-section and didn't know much longer he would be so they would let me do a rest and descend while we waited for my doctor.
It wasn't until the nurse came back to tell me the doctor was done with his c-section that my husband finally wouldn't let me retain my dignity and said, 'My wife feels like she needs to poop.' The nurse just laughed and said, 'If you had to poop, you would have long done it by now! That's the urge to push!' Again, shock... I was ready to push? No way? This was really happening? I will tell you, I've never seen a room turn so fast. Within minutes that room had changed into a room ready to deliver a baby.
The nurse and I did a few pushes while we waited for Doctor Kaelberer to arrive. If I thought the hospital not keeping me was horrible, I had been wrong. Nothing was so horrible as wanting to push but having to wait for the doctor. (Thankfully it really wasn't that long. He came pretty quickly). The funny thing about the moment Jaden chose to come was it was only a couple hours before Dr. K's daughter had a kindergarten program. I heard the nurses murmuring things about me being a first time mom and how I'd take a couple hours and Dr. K would miss it.
Another surprise happened then. I only pushed three times before Jaden was born. My husband said, 'I kept seeing the head, and then I moved up to help you, and next thing I knew, he was out!' The thing was, it would have been fewer pushes but Jaden kept getting stuck, so eventually Dr. K had to do an episiotomy to get him out. 9:57 am and I had my baby in my arms for the first time, with nurses fussing over Jaden while he was in my arms. I didn't even notice as I was being sewn back up, my eyes were only for my beautiful boy.
Jaden had further surprised everyone, and been born at 6 lbs and 15 ounces. We expected him to be 8.5 lbs. My doctor joked it had been a good thing he wasn't! And yes, my doctor made it to his little girl's performance.
That day was the happiest day of our lives. April 18th, 2013. The day our miracle was born.
Happy Birthday my Jaden Leonard Losee. Hard to believe its been a year!
Ten-o'clock at night, I decided I couldn't take the agony any more. I had to shower. It would provide some relief, I had hoped. Little did I know it would 12 hours later I'd be holding my son in my arms for the very first time. My husband FINALLY got home as I was getting out of the shower a half hour later. I was happy to see him, not really because I was lonely, but because I was miserable. I told him, 'I know they probably won't keep me, but we really need to go to the hospital. At least they will give me a shot to help me get a few hours of sleep.'
I held no hope since we had been in three times already and sent home, but we got to the hospital by 11:15 or so. They started me in a triage room, I guess figuring that I wasn't ready for delivery yet. They took my blood pressure (160/93). They never took the blood pressure cuff off after that until after I had given birth. It went off every ten minutes. They also took the same blood tests my doctor took yesterday for pre-eclampsia. (My blood pressure had been 150/87 or something like that so it caused him to put me on partial bed rest which rapidly turned to full bedrest simply because getting up made everything worse) They were higher than the ones at my doctor's office, which caused concern. So that combined with the fact it was essentially my due date, and my blood pressure, they FINALLY kept me. After 3 weeks of endless 3-5 minute apart contractions, and three visits where I was sent home, and all the non-stress tests nurse saying they didn't want to see me anymore, It was finally happening.
They even checked me again around 2 am, and for the first time ever I progressed WHILE I was at the hospital. A whole centimeter! And it was by myself. No pitocin yet. At around 4 oclock they came back. I hadn't progressed much more so they did start the pitocin. With my blood pressure as it was and my liver enzymes like they were, they weren't going to mess around. 5 o'clock rolled around, and I asked for an epidural. I wanted so badly to go naturally, but when you are confined to a bed, and all the techniques you knew required being OUT of bed, the temptation became too great.
The nurse I asked must have recently taken the shift (I don't remember it clearly. most of that night was a blur. I remember being helped to the bathroom though) because she said, 'Oh all right, ew're going to consistantly monitor you because Epidurals have a tendency to lower your blood pressure.' Now if there was a reason to get an Epidural for me, THAT was it. Sure enough, it did lower my blood pressure... to a normal range.
They broke my water about 5:30 am. No one, not even me, expected how fast things would progress after that. Sure, I had hoped and prayed for a fast labor like my friend had had with both of her girls. But to expect it? No. To be honest, I probably should have expected it, given my body had been preparing for 3 weeks to shove a baby out. And that there had been many other miracles throughout my pregnancy. That probably should have set a standard. But no, still, I did not expect that only 4.5 hours after my water being broken I'd be holding my beautiful baby boy.
After my water had been broken time became even more of a blur. I'm not sure the exact time it was, but I think the clock said seven-thirty. I pressed the nurse button on my bed to ask her to help me flip over. I could feel my hip suddenly, and realized it was time to flip for my meds to shift to the other side. The nurse I don't think showed up till about 8 or 8:15. It seemed like an eternity is all I remember. When she did show up, she said before flipping me, 'Well while I'm here lets check you. Let's hope for big numbers.' I remember feeling for quite awhile now like I needed to poop, and I had told my husband that just before the nurse came in.
I will tell you, there is no thing as dignity for a pregnant woman, but even less so for a woman in labor. But I still tried to maintain my dignity so I always told the nurses at the last possible second that i needed to use the restroom...this time was no different. The nurse checked me while I felt like pooping, and then all of a sudden I heard her say, 'Those are definitely big numbers. You are fully dilated and effaced.'
If there was anything that could shock me more, I can't think of it. I sat upright, ignoring every needle in me (and the urge to poop) and went said, 'What?! Really?' I don't think the nurse expected me to be surprised to be honest. I think she expected me to be relieved. To be honest, I was relieved, but that wasn't the emotion that was in front of my mind. This was when she told me my doctor was in a c-section and didn't know much longer he would be so they would let me do a rest and descend while we waited for my doctor.
It wasn't until the nurse came back to tell me the doctor was done with his c-section that my husband finally wouldn't let me retain my dignity and said, 'My wife feels like she needs to poop.' The nurse just laughed and said, 'If you had to poop, you would have long done it by now! That's the urge to push!' Again, shock... I was ready to push? No way? This was really happening? I will tell you, I've never seen a room turn so fast. Within minutes that room had changed into a room ready to deliver a baby.
The nurse and I did a few pushes while we waited for Doctor Kaelberer to arrive. If I thought the hospital not keeping me was horrible, I had been wrong. Nothing was so horrible as wanting to push but having to wait for the doctor. (Thankfully it really wasn't that long. He came pretty quickly). The funny thing about the moment Jaden chose to come was it was only a couple hours before Dr. K's daughter had a kindergarten program. I heard the nurses murmuring things about me being a first time mom and how I'd take a couple hours and Dr. K would miss it.
Another surprise happened then. I only pushed three times before Jaden was born. My husband said, 'I kept seeing the head, and then I moved up to help you, and next thing I knew, he was out!' The thing was, it would have been fewer pushes but Jaden kept getting stuck, so eventually Dr. K had to do an episiotomy to get him out. 9:57 am and I had my baby in my arms for the first time, with nurses fussing over Jaden while he was in my arms. I didn't even notice as I was being sewn back up, my eyes were only for my beautiful boy.
Jaden had further surprised everyone, and been born at 6 lbs and 15 ounces. We expected him to be 8.5 lbs. My doctor joked it had been a good thing he wasn't! And yes, my doctor made it to his little girl's performance.
That day was the happiest day of our lives. April 18th, 2013. The day our miracle was born.
Happy Birthday my Jaden Leonard Losee. Hard to believe its been a year!
Friday, February 7, 2014
Society Sucks
On facebook I follow the page 'From Parties to Parenthood.' However one of the woman's posts on her page made me really mad. Not because of anything she did, but because of the comments of some people.
Basically this woman made it into Inked Magazine's facebook page and website, with some really lovely photos. (Not posted here since she is wearing only a bra and underwear.) Not only does she have some cool tattoos, she's practically perfect especially given she had a baby recently. At 120 lbs, she looks really good. But people have decided she's fat.
This is our society, that 120 lbs is fat. Even after having a baby. Sure, this woman has curves. What -woman after a baby doesn't? And frankly, most woman have curves before having a baby too. And they aren't necessarily fat. 'Real women have curves'. And the models upon whom society bases their opinion? They are all airbrushed to look inhumanly skinny.
Okay so sure this woman has full cheeks. But they aren't fat! I'm jealous of those cheeks quite frankly... I wish I had full cheeks. But hey... full cheeks mean someone is fat? No way! This woman is quite frankly the epitome of skinny without being too skinny. She's BEAUTIFUL!
I'm sorry, it just angers me that society thinks anything but airbrushed model thin is fat. A size 12 woman doesn't mean she's fat! Not that this woman is a size 12, I can't say, in fact she's probably no more than a six, but I can't say for certain since I am not her. But the point is, a woman can wear a size 12 and still be healthy and far from fat or even plump.
Basically this woman made it into Inked Magazine's facebook page and website, with some really lovely photos. (Not posted here since she is wearing only a bra and underwear.) Not only does she have some cool tattoos, she's practically perfect especially given she had a baby recently. At 120 lbs, she looks really good. But people have decided she's fat.
This is our society, that 120 lbs is fat. Even after having a baby. Sure, this woman has curves. What -woman after a baby doesn't? And frankly, most woman have curves before having a baby too. And they aren't necessarily fat. 'Real women have curves'. And the models upon whom society bases their opinion? They are all airbrushed to look inhumanly skinny.
Okay so sure this woman has full cheeks. But they aren't fat! I'm jealous of those cheeks quite frankly... I wish I had full cheeks. But hey... full cheeks mean someone is fat? No way! This woman is quite frankly the epitome of skinny without being too skinny. She's BEAUTIFUL!
I'm sorry, it just angers me that society thinks anything but airbrushed model thin is fat. A size 12 woman doesn't mean she's fat! Not that this woman is a size 12, I can't say, in fact she's probably no more than a six, but I can't say for certain since I am not her. But the point is, a woman can wear a size 12 and still be healthy and far from fat or even plump.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Even Music Can Give Us Encouragement
I really am a firm believer that music can alter anyone's
mood and way of thinking. So here's a few inspirations from artists I
like.
In the words of Bon Jovi:
- When
life is a bitter pill to swallow
You gotta hold on to what you believe
Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow
(We Weren't Born to Follow) - When
The world keeps trying, to drag me down,
I gotta raise my hands, I'm gonna stand my ground
(Have a Nice Day) - When
the world gets in my face,
I say, Have A Nice Day
(Have a Nice Day) - She
says we've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - we'll give it a shot
(Livin on a Prayer) - Whooah,
we're half way there
Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Livin' on a prayer
(Livin' on a Prayer) - You
judge a man who don't stand in line
Just because he ain't on your side
You know the man who wears those shoes
If you cut me don't I bleed like you? You know I do
(Good Guys Don't Always Wear White) - I'll
never be what you want me to be
You tell me I'm wrong but I disagree
(Good Guys Don't Always Wear White) - I
ain't got no apology
Just because I don't look like you
Talk like you, think like you
(Good Guys Don't Always Wear White) - I
ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud
(Its My Life) - Better
stand tall when they're calling you out
Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down
(Its My Life) - Tomorrow's
getting harder make no mistake
Luck ain't even lucky
Got to make your own breaks
(Its My Life)
In the words of U2
- Early
morning, April four
A shot rings out in the Memphis sky
Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your pride
(Pride) - One
man come in the name of love
One man come and go
One man come he to justify
One man to overthrow
(Pride) - In the
name of love
What more in the name of love
(Pride) - You
don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight
(Sometimes You Can't Make it On Your Own) - Listen
to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone
(Sometimes You Can't Make it On Your Own) - Tonight
we can be as one, tonight
(Sunday Bloody Sunday) - Walk
on, walk on
What you got they can't steal it
No, they can't even feel it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight
(Walk On) - And if
the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
And if your glass heart should crack
And for one second you turn back
Oh no, be strong
(Walk On)
In the words of Nightwish:
- Someday
I'll learn to love these scars
Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words
(Bye Bye Beautiful) - ...How
blind can you be, don't you see...
...that the gambler lost all he does not have..
(Bye Bye Beautiful) - Love's
strength standeth in love's sacrifice
(7 Days to the Wolves) - Take
the road less traveled by
Leave the city of fools
(7 Days to the Wolves) - Old
loves they die hard
Old lies they die harder
(Wish I had an Angel) - Our
spirit was here long before you
Long before us
And long will it be after your pride brings you to your end
(Creek Mary's Blood - Translated into English) - Cherish
the moment
Tower the skies
Don't let the dreamer
fade to grey like grass
(Away)
Of course there are many others... These are just some that
hit me hardest. (Granted they also are some of the ones I listen to most)
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