Briefly let’s discuss my blog-the reason I write here! It doesn’t really cover all of my life...or most of it, for that matter. It's like getting a tiny peek of my life. Most of my readers know that this blog is only scratching the surface. For instance, no where in this blog do I mention that Carlito's, my cat, has been crazy about me ever since I have been pregnant (just like last time) which has made it almost impossible for me to use the laptop as he wants my lap instead! Perhaps that is one of the reason I don't "surf"or type very much on the blog...the more pregnant I have become, the more clingy he has become. Tonight he has been following me, crying to get my attention, begging me to hold him.
There's no mention in my blog of how I have always procrastinated about becoming a children's writer-I have had wonderful support from John, my parents, my middle, high school, and college English teachers, Mrs. Rush the librarian at Rosy High School (now closed), Mark (current employer)...but I never slowed down long enough to send one off (I finally did on May 2nd, one day after I started maternity leave).
There's some suggestion in my blog that I do love being a mommy, but the stories that I could write about never quite make it to the blog. I don't go into serious details about my best friend, John, or his great life trying to live with me and my crazy pregnancy hormones. I do dabble at covering our lives, briefly, with our 2 big dogs and one crazy cat (and not to forget, our squealing "pig";).
I don't go into details about my Mom and Dad, and my sister, or my nieces, or my brother-in-laws...or anything really about family. And if this was really suppose to be a blog to update everyone on my life, then I suppose I would have mentioned these people as they are significant in my life!
Or maybe this blog could be devoted to immigration and human rights issues, about how I am so lucky to be born an AMERICAN and in spite of our many government problems, we still have one of the best systems in the world.
Or I could talk about the environment and how adamant I feel about reusing, recycling, and caring for the world around us.
But do I?
Do I go into detail about how I love my back yard and all it's trees with it's many birds...in spite of the fact that I can hear the beltway...but pretend it is the Black River in Watertown, NY-but how would I know about that particular river? Oh, that's right...do I ever blog about our military days, about how we traveled to 5 different states in a very short amount of life? No, I don't, do I?
Instead I write for the moment, like how it is 2:45 a.m. right NOW and I am having these great back pains that last for a little bit...and then leave, coming back every ten minutes. I have been crazy with lower back pain in the evenings for the last week (and in April, at random)...Gabito seems to know when it is bed time...not only does he get up to play, but the lower back pain settles in, making sleep very difficult. Still, I knew that those pains were not contractions, though I did call the Maternity center just to make sure (hoping!). Just like I know that these are contractions.
I had to wake John at 12:25 a.m. just to tell him. The poor guy has been on pins and needles since mid April waiting. He was actually becoming quite upset that the days were slipping by with no more action. The guy smiled, and told me to get some sleep. I would if these contractions weren't so intense when they did come! No wonder Carlitos has been so crazy about me tonight! He's sitting next to me right now, patting me with his paws, irritated that I won't let him sit on my lap...but really, sitting during a contraction is like...having my teeth pulled without the yucky numbing stuff.
I'm sure I know why the contractions finally kicked in. I didn't want to be induced (that was NO FUN last time) on June 2nd-and I didn't want to miss Mari's school carnival on the 3rd, but I didn't want Gabito to share a birthday with anyone in the family (I mean, with John and I sharing the same birthday-isn't that enough?) so the 28th of May was also out. That left us with the few days left this week and all of next week. I thought of asking the midwives if they could postpone the induction until June 4th, but I knew that John would probably fall out over that idea. He's really got his heart set on the 2nd (or before then) and even though it's me that's going to work this baby through a series of pushes, he's still very excited about getting everything started. SO mindset was...induction=not good. Not fun last time...don't really want to do it again.
For everyone who has never been induced (like my mother-in-law, Laura, who didn't understand why I didn't want to be induced)...the feeling is like this:
Imagine you are in a small slip coasting on a stream...your paddle is resting in your lap as you quietly coast alongside the pretty shore. Now, someone breaks your "water" and you are in the same slip, only now you are in white water and you can see the cliff ahead...there's no time to paddle, and all you can do is grab to the side of your little boat and hold on!!!!! Add the Pitocin that you have received through your veins, and your boat isn't there...it's just you in the water and there are sharks nipping at your back. That's being induced for me. To be fair to Laura, she did have C-sections and when she mentioned those, I admitted there's no way I could compare the two as I have never had a C-section. Secretly, I would rather not ever have that experience which is why I don't encourage epidurals. I don't have the research to cite at the moment, but studies have determined that epidurals slow contractions and women who have epidurals have more problems, like C-sections and nursing issues. If pain medication=c-sections, I will go through this the old fashion way! Meaning...the way my great grandmothers did it. I really held onto that concept last time...that if they were able to, then I could, too. I told this to my sister during her labor with my first niece, Shalom. She told me to shut up. Of course, I told her while she was actually in labor...so she probably wasn't too keen on listening to my ideas about "connecting" with our ancestors. I haven't really bothered to bring it up since then...I suppose she and I can talk about it when we are both soaking our dentures.
Of course, with the way science is changing our world, by the time we are old enough for dentures (look Mommy! My 1st set!) dentistry will be so awesome that we won't need them.
Good grief! More contractions....
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