Growing your family, one baby bump at a time. All about the ups and downs of nature's 9 month miracle.
My Birthing Experience
So, I was extremely surprised when my little girl decided to make her appearance on 9/11/2017 at 5:54 AM, four days before my due date.
Being a Mom at 35
Yay! Congratulations on being either a first time mom or having another son/daughter. After the long nine months of carrying your little one around, this will get better. Right? It all depends on Mommy of course. As you may have heard, each pregnancy is different, which is true. With my first child, she was full termed and I experience no health issues whatsoever. This is when I was 30. But come to my surprise, this past spring, I was once again pregnant. I did break down in tears. Not for happiness, but for shock and disbelief. How could this happen? Well, of course I knew how it happened. But the timing was horrible. I was doing well at my job and was about to head back to school to finish up my pre reqs for pharmacy school. After everything was said and done, then it was time to make another sacrifice once again. Since I was hovering around being 35, there are more risks with this pregnancy than with the previous one. I thought it was bull, but it wasn’t. Thankfully I didn’t have morning sickness like others can have during pregnancy, instead the sense of taste was off. The foods I had enjoyed was no longer there. I had already swelling and shortness of breath (SOB). This continued through the pregnancy along with palpations, pelvic pain, and right towards the end, gestational diabetes.
An Open Letter to a Daughter Without a Mother
Every time I looked at her, it was like the first time. She had a smile like the sun. It radiated an exuberant warmth that enveloped and wrapped around you like the ocean; a smile that she loved to share. She was always yelling out of excitement, perhaps because she was always so happy to be around, to be alive. She told me, though, that way before we met, she wasn’t like that at all. She used to tell me about how, as a young woman, she felt empty. She used to say how alone and sad she always was. I always found it hard to imagine her being that way. I loved being around her. When we were together, it felt like nothing else even mattered. Everything she said sounded like music and even the silence was better when we were together. She was beautiful, she was my angel, and when she got pregnant, she was so much more.
I Hated Being Pregnant
Gather round, strangers on the internet, for I am about to tell you something that I got absolutely crucified for saying (without fail) every single time I dared utter it aloud.
Best Diapers for Newborns
If you want to make your baby comfortable and avoid fits of unnecessary crying, you'd be wise to make sure their butts are taken care of. The easiest way to do this is with a reliably great diaper. What should you buy? Are they all the same? No, they aren't all the same, and I've compiled the best diapers for newborns into an easily digestible list.
Facing My First Pregnancy Alone
When I was a little girl, I always dreamed of carrying my first baby and how excited I was for it to happen! Who would it be with? When will it happen? How is it going to feel? Will I be happy, nervous, scared?
So many things that I know now, I wish I knew then. Pregnancy was rough for me. Really rough. Although I had a textbook normal healthy pregnancy I was absolutely miserable. Don’t get me wrong I love my little bundle of joy and I wouldn’t trade him for he world. I do however wish I knew what it was going to be like being pregnant before hand. Everyone, even people who hated being pregnant, acted like it was such a fun process... that is until I couldn’t do anything about being preggers. This is how my pregnancy went:
Postpartum: Expectations and Frustrations
My name is Kristina, I had my first son, Julian, October 15th, 2017. I am twenty-two years old and experiencing life with my significant other, Shelby. To make things easier for everyone, I go by Kris, and Shelby is a male. People switch up our names people look at him and call him Kris and me, Shelby. I am a licensed massage therapist, ex-barista, and traveler (putting that last one on hold for a while).
To Breastfeed or Not Breastfeed?
You will be making a great deal of decisions for your child as a mother, or more accurately a supermom, but one of the earliest and most important concepts in your child's infancy is choosing between breastfeeding or formula feeding. Your final decision should not only rest on the importance of your child's nutrition, but should also strictly follow your child's health risks. Not all babies can be breastfed, nor should all babies be breastfed.
17 and Pregnant
April 15, 2012 was the day I found out I was pregnant. Only 17 years old and unsure what I wanted to do with my life. I was scared, wondering what I was going to do; abortion? No I don't believe in that. Adoption? No I have to at least try. I got in this mess, I have to raise this child. What if I don't have a choice? No I always have a choice. My choice is to raise this child I created.
The Day My World Spun Out of Control
My life changed the day I saw those two lines on my test. That day I didn't know my whole future would change forever. September 12, 2016 was the day my period tracker told me to take a test. I didn't think anything of it. I went to the store and took a test. I headed for my family friend's store and went to the bathroom and took it. Two lines showed up before five minutes. I sat there, scared and excited for what was about to come, and stared at those two lines that just seemed to look back. 'Everything happens for a reason,' I thought. 'We were using condoms and birth control, something must have failed.' I finally went out of the bathroom and told my boyfriend to come with me. He was there hanging out with some buddies of his, and we went outside. I told him about the app and how the test was positive. He hugged me and told me we would talk more when we got back home.
The (Not So) Happy News
For every woman struggling with infertility, we always dread the phone calls, text, or social media posts announcing another friend/family members pregnancy. Of course we always sound happy for them; and for the most part we are. However we can't help but feel like a little piece of our heart breaks every time. We can't help but feel like it's just one more friend or family member that we are now behind when it comes to levels of life.