Oh. Hey

Right. I just looked at my last post. I stated my goal was to post more. Whoops.

But, I’m back. And I’m back to track weightloss. I gained weight when we moved to MT. I’m almost as high as when I delivered Anderson (ok, like 15 pounds less…but that’s not that much)!
So, it’s time. I’ve joined the gym, I’ve planned a schedule. I’m going to use this space to track my progress.

Here we go.

Catch up

You know what annoys me? If I start a blog post on my phone, I can’t access the draft on my laptop.
I want to blog more in 2013, I promise! I need to start with a blog post in response to an “award” I was nominated for by one of my followers. A. Is asleep now…lets see if I can get him off my shoulder and into his bed so I can get to that post!

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I turn around for one second…

Making peace with my c-section

My baby turned six months old on November 6th. He is a beautiful, healthy baby.  He has two teeth, and can sit up by himself, roll over,  and crawl. He eats solid foods (we are doing baby-led solids), and smiles and laughs. He’s perfect. He was perfect from the moment he was conceived. But, it took me until his six month birthday, to come to terms with the circumstances surrounding his birth.

I believe that my c-section was medically un-necessary. I know that because I allowed my mid-wife to break my water, that I was then on the hospitals time clock in terms of delivery. I don’t think she would have suggested a c-section at the end of those 12 hours, if I had been further along, but I don’t believe I should have been induced when I was. There was no medical reason for it, other than my belly measuring large. But, that is neither here nor there. It just gives me an idea of how much stronger I need to be in my next pregnancy, (if we decided to have a second) if I go post-dates again.

But, because of how things worked out….I was able to say goodbye to my dad. When my dad had his stroke three days before Anderson was born, I didn’t really think about what might happen if he died. It wasn’t intentional, but i’m sure it was sub-concious self preservation. My dad slipped into a coma in the early hours of Sunday (like 2am) I was induced at 5am on Sunday. My mom and brother decided not to tell me that my dad wasn’t going to make it, as I was laboring with Anderson. I will forever feel greatful, that they made that decision, and that it wasn’t me in their shoes. When I ended up with a c-section, it was 3 hours before my dad died. What if I hadn’t? What if I had been progessed to a 9, and still had 3 hours ahead of me? What would my mom and brother have done then?

As it was, Anderson was born, and my brother was able to hold the phone up to my dad’s ear, and I was able to say good bye. Holding my hours old baby is what saved me through this experience. Having a c-section, when I did, is what allowed me to do that. Call it God, or fate, or conicidence, whatever you believe, but as for me, I’m thankful.

My c-section was not medically necessary, but I believe, it was emotionally and spirtually.

Let’s talk about sleep baby

We are deep into sleep regression over here. And…I know it’s not even close to as bad as some people’s experiences with it.
I feel like this deserves a real, thought out post, and I can’t do that effectively from my phone, and we don’t get Internet at our new place for two more weeks. Maybe this regression will be over by then.

Breast Feeding in Public

A few years ago I was travelling from Salt Lake back to Boise for a work trip. While we were waiting to board, I noticed a woman babywearing. She was carrying her infant in an Ergo. I thought her carrier looked pretty cool, and beyond that didn’t really think anything of it. Once we boarded the plane, the woman ended up sitting across the aisle from me, in the aisle seat.

During take-off she breastfed her baby. No cover, no apologies, just fed her. I remember thinking “wow, that is brazen.” It didn’t really bother me, but I had never seen someone breastfeed their baby on a plane before. At the time of my trip my Sister-in-law was pregnant.  She ended up formula feeding, but I told her about the breastfeeding woman on the plane. She said she probably wouldn’t do that. Her husband told her he didn’t want her to feed in public at all.

I remember thinking, I would feed a baby in public, but probably not on an airplane. This is one of those “famous last words” type of things, declarations that I made before I was even pregnant about what I would or wouldn’t do as a mother.

As it stands now, I have been breastfeeding for 17 weeks and 2 days, and I am proud to have fed my baby in a variety of places. I was thinking yesterday about all of the different places I have fed him.

~ Restaurants

~ Church

~A wedding reception

~A truck stop

~Parking lots

~The side of the road

~Scenic Overlooks

~Dressing Rooms

~ a dinner party at my husband’s new coworkers house

~ The park (coverless!)

~ and yes, even an airplane, no cover, just an artfully arranged swaddle blanket over my breast.

After I started breastfeeding, it just sort of became a non-issue for me. If my baby was hungry, I was going to feed him. It’s the life I chose when I decided to feed on demand. I’m so glad that breastfeeding is working for us!

Nap Time Fitness: 15 minute total body workout

We will start with my favorite picture from this week…

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Today’s nap time workout was tough! Another Pinterest find.
I’m posting on my phone so no link to the actual work out.
The work out was called 5-4-3-2-1.
5- minutes cardio
4- one minute lunges, one minute mountain climbers…for four minutes.
3- 15 push-ups, 10 tricep dips…for three minutes.
2- 30 seconds squats, 30 seconds jump squats…for two minutes
1- plank for one minute.

It was a great workout! I was sweaty, and I know I’m going to feel those tricep dips in the morning!

Letters to Dad: Moving

Dear Daddy,

We are moving to Montana! Scott got a job with the corporate office as the Purchasing and Inventory Manager! We will be in Great Falls for 4-5 years minimum. If Scott loves this job, and we love Great Falls, we could stay indefinitely.

This week we are going to look for housing, Mom is flying up to GF to babysit Anderson while we look for houses and do the whole new employee meet and great stuff. I wish that you could see mom with Anderson, but I realize, you probably already know what she is like with babies, as you had two with her.

I have to admit, it’s been harder lately to deal with you being gone. I think when Anderson was just little, he was so consuming that I didn’t really have time to process everything. Now that he is bigger, and easier (ha) it weighs on me more.

Speaking of the little man, I hear him up from his nap.

I love you Daddy.

Love,

Sissy