Look at this face…
Yep, he’s a cutie but do you also see the smirk? He’s three now which means he’s growing horns. Maybe you remember another little somebody being a troublesome 3-year-old. (Read some of the older stories found here.)
Oh three… why must you be soooo long!! A whole year is just too much! And yet, I LOVE that age just as much as I loathe it.
They are so darn cute and say the darndest things.
His favorite thing to do recently is to pretend to be different people. Grandpa W. (my grandpa), Papu (my dad), Pops (Anthony’s dad), John (our friend/neighbor), or Dad (Anthony). And of course each person comes equipped with props.
Grandpa W. – ‘toy car’ (a little off road car thing that I don’t know the real name of. He comes and gives the kids rides in it once in a while.)
Papu – Pepsi. B will grab a cup of water or milk and pretend it’s Pepsi. Papu always has Pepsi…. always!
Pops – bike. Anthony’s dad is a bicyclist. The real deal spandex, bikes that cost more than you knew a bike could, ride from Logan to Jackson Hole (Lotoja) kind of bicyclist.
John – boat. John owns a boat and takes us out in it once in a while. Anthony goes with him often every summer.
Dad – could be anything. It might be a tool or a flashlight. Or something completely random.
Goodness sakes! I sure do know how to get off track.
The real reason for this post was to tell about something that happened at dance the other day.
So, there we were. Typical Monday at dance except that more little ones showed up than normal because they were doing pictures right after. They were all playing in the toy room.
The toy room that’s connected to the bathroom.
I went back to check on them only to find 5 little ones in the bathroom with plastic cups dipping them into the toilet and dumping it back in. EW!!
I promptly freaked out and told them to throw the cups away. Then I proceeded to make my boys wash their hands in the sink.
Pictures got done and we were just about to leave. Several people had already left. Then one mom comes into the waiting area frantically trying to get to the other bathroom yelling, “We need a plunger! The toilet is flooding. There is water everywhere!”
According to her son, his ‘best friend’ (that would be B) flushed a plastic cup down.
Not a moment later we see water coming from under the wall into the waiting area. Myself and another mom ran in to see how bad it was. This other mom has older kids NOT involved in the incident and yet she was the first one to jump in head first and start taking care of business.
(She’s the one with the daughter that got her butt slapped by my little C. When I told him he needed to apologize because that wasn’t appropriate he responded with, “But why? Daddy does it!” Nice!! Anthony got a stern talking to about that one! )
I was so grateful that she was willing to get it taken care of. She threw her shoes off and just started scooping water up with a dustpan and throwing it into the toilet. I started mopping and ringing out the water every half a second. There was literally at least an inch of water on the ground.
The boys and I had a ‘chat’ when we got home. A chat that stuck with them for all of maybe 10 minutes for C and didn’t even register for B. He just laughed at me. I don’t know what to do with that kid!
Can I miss what once was and still be happy for what is? Is that an oxymoron?
When I look at these pictures I already miss the little butterball in them.
Miss him because I know these moments are fleeting. Before I know it he’ll be running around with his brothers, causing trouble.
Not the bad kind… just the boy kind.
And I’ll miss the moments that he would fall asleep in my arms and smile whenever I talk to him.
But for now I’ll just smile. I choose not to be sad.
Right now is the time to enjoy the fleeting moments.
Enjoy the fact that he still fits into the bathroom sink for a bath… barely.
And I’m going to cherish every middle of the night feeding that we share. They’re already few now but I enjoy the ones we still have.
I choose to be glad for where we are now though I miss where we were even just a few short months ago.
It’s crazy to me how quickly time flies by. I can’t stop it but I can enjoy them as they zoom by.
What are you missing and enjoying right now?
I was given the opportunity to review a magazine aimed at young girls… tweens, and share my thoughts. It was a no brainer for me to accept this opportunity when they told me it was a magazine focused on trying to empower young girls and build their confidence in just being themselves.
Young girls seem to have worldly views thrown at them from every direction and it’s so hard in those critical tween years to decipher good from bad. It’s hard to know when you’re giving in to peer pressure and when you’re standing on your own to feet. All of it seems to run together.
I remember those years and wanting so badly to fit in, have more friends, be popular… I don’t that I could have told you who I was. Most of my rough times came during the early teen years but I think if I had been confident enough in myself before the teens hit, I could have fared much better.
Anthony and I try really hard to help our impressionable daughters understand that everyone is different. Everyone is gifted and carries different talents. Sometimes those talents are hard to recognize in ourselves. I think we’ve done an ok job, thus far, at helping our kids recognize their own abilities where they excel but sometimes having an outside source is extremely helpful.
It’s a cute little magazine with some really great stories. I asked each of the girls what parts they really liked after reading it. A really liked the Q and A sections. K liked stories (especially the one with Olivia Holt). We don’t actually know who she is because I don’t allow much TV. Sorry to all you Disney lovers… I’m not a huge fan. However, her story was fun to read. She was bullied a bit through school but persevered.
H is still a little young to fully enjoy the magazine. She was still able to enjoy bits of it here and there.
There are fun little sections on how to run a business, quizzes to take (those were always my favorite part of any magazine growing up), and even a ‘Dear Abby’-ish section. Questions are answered by two different people so the kids get two different perspectives.
Now, if I’m being honest (which I am!) I would have to say that the price is a little hefty for my liking. There are 6 issues per year. You can check out their website, here for pricing and more info. But I will say that I enjoy the magazine for what it is intended for… Being YOU! I think it sends a great message in a way that young girls can really relate to.
Here’s the fun part!! They are allowing me to give away a 1-YEAR SUBSCRIPTION to a reader. There are plenty of ways to enter. Good LUCK!
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Last summer I discovered a little thing called Instagram. You’ve probably heard of it. If not, you most likely live under a rock. My user name is none other than babblinbrooke22. What else, right?
Here’s a little glimpse into what life has been like… according to Instagram.
It was decided when K was born that all of our kids would be perfect. And they are.
For example: Our kids would never, oh I don’t know, color on themselves or on the walls. And they would certainly never talk back, have runny noses, crusty eye boogers, or unkempt hair. Spitting is rude (see here and here) and would never be tolerated. They would potty train themselves at 18 months and always make it to a toilet when they need to yack. (Because yacking happens. Ya can’t have it ALL.)
And now we’re back to reality.
Those things are great in theory but let me just tell you, that’s not how it works. Big surprise, I know. You’re shocked. I was too when realization hit and guess what… runny noses run rampant in this house, my poor baby with the clogged tear duct has crusty eye boogers constantly, there are days that you wouldn’t even know that we own a brush, and on top of that my little B is potty training… not at 18 months… he’ll be 3 in less than two weeks. We’ve been at it for a couple of days and he’s doing great but I still keep finding puddles on my floors. Thank goodness for hardwood!!
Sometimes I am baffled when someone calls me with a parenting question but it happens. There are a few moms that call me when they have questions. And for a split second I feel like SuperMom. In that split second the only things that run through my mind are all of the happy, non-yelling, brushed hair, made it to the toilet, messes cleaned up moments. The RARE ones.
Someone is asking for MY advice on… whatever it may be. It’s usually one of a few things.
- How and when I start the ‘cry it out’ method.
- How to get kids to sleep in their own beds, not ours.
- What kind of binky is best.
- How to get babies off the binky.
- Potty training advice.
- What kind of diapers are the best.
So, let’s talk…… I do NOT claim to be an expert by any means. I honestly don’t know what it is about my parenting that makes others feel like I might know something about any of the topics listed above. I am only an expert in my home. Ha! Let’s face it. Even that’s not true much of the time.
Cry it out – I am a HUGE believer in this method. I know some moms can’t stand to hear their baby cry and run to them at the first sign of a whimper. That is so not me. My baby is still small (is 16 1/2 pounds considered ‘small’ at 3 months old?)… maybe I should say young. He’s still young and I still try to cater to his every whimper. I say try because it’s not easy with five other kids in the house. Lucky for him there is usually a sister around to help out if I can’t be right there.
But there will come a point, probably a few months down the road, that I will consider it ‘the right time’. It’s different for every baby but when I feel he is becoming too dependent on me to rock him to sleep and I can’t lay him down without him waking right back up because I’m not holding him… it’s TIME! There are even times right now that I let him fuss if I know that he is super tired and just wants me to pace with him. Sometimes I just can’t. I’ve got a hundred other things that need to be done. However, I do love that when he wants to fall asleep he will turn towards me and smash his nose against my arm. It’s his favorite position.
Kids in their own beds! – Call me crazy but I can’t stand to have kids in the bed with me. Before I even had kids I knew I would not ever have them in my bed. Anthony is ever so grateful for my persistence on this. Really, he is. Everyone sleeps much better this way. I can’t really say that I have a method for keeping them out. If they come to my room in the night complaining of a bad dream or just being scared, I hug them and pray with them. Then we march right back to their bed. They know that our room is OURS. They don’t even ask. I don’t even know if they realize that there are kids that actually sleep with their parents.
There is one exception. If a child has a fever or illness that we would like to keep our eye on through the night, they can sleep with us.
MISERABLE NIGHT for all of us! I don’t do well with knees in the back or feet in my face. I’m usually pushed right to the edge of our king size bed. UGH!
Best Binky – Some moms will swear that a certain kind is the only kind of binky that their baby will take. From my experience, my babies take whatever binky I give them to start with. They get used to that one and no other kind is acceptable. So, I always give them the ones that I think are the cutest. I think the hospital binkies are ugly so I never use those. But that’s actually a lie… I can’t say ‘never’ because I did with this baby. And that’s the one he would take… until he decided that he didn’t want a binky at all.
Getting Rid of the Binky – THROW IT AWAY!! That’s right, at 6 months I throw them away. The sucking reflex only lasts 4 months and by 6 months babies are able to entertain themselves with toys and such. Sucking is now a habit, not a need. Sure, we have a couple of rough nights but then it’s done. Ta da!! Easy peasy. No Binky Fairy and no fighting a toddler over it. The only exception to this was with A. We were in the middle of a move across the country at that time and I didn’t want to traumatize her by taking away the comfort of the binky so we waited… an extra month.
My boys are even easier. None of them would ever take a binky so I never had to worry about it all. The girls LOVED them!
Potty-Training – The best thing to do, in my opinion, is to wait until they are ready. B is going to be 3 very soon and he’s just starting the process. We tried way too early with K and she fought it the whole way. Put her back in diapers and waited. The second time around went much better!
Use REAL underwear! We never use pull-ups because they feel like a diaper. They catch urine like a diaper. They look like a diaper. The kid doesn’t care if they pee because… it’s a diaper!! With underwear they feel it running down their leg and realize Oh, I need to go potty! Yes, there will be accidents. Lots of them but I promise it’s the best way to go.
Never use a training potty or potty seat. In my experience, using a pint sized potty only creates fear of ‘big potties’ when the little potty is unavailable. If you’re at a store or in someone else’s home the child won’t go because they are scared. Trust me, it’s not good. And those automatic flushers… well, that’s another story.
At first you may have to set a timer for every 15-20 minutes and have the child sit on the potty each time it goes off. This will get them used to the process and eventually they will recognize the feeling of needing to go… after a few accidents of course
Be prepared for regression at some point. It happens to every child I’ve ever heard of. You think you’re all done potty training. The child is going potty like a champ without a single accident. Has been for weeks. Then… all of the sudden… out of nowhere they start peeing their pants again. All. the. time!! And you feel like you’re starting over.
It’s beyond frustrating.
Best Diaper – This is another one kind of like the binkies. There is no ‘BEST’. It’s a matter of preference and everyone has their own opinion. From experience, I would have to say that there are certain diapers better for boys and others that are better for girls. There are some that are absolutely all-around awful and some that are great! Inevitably, with every baby I’ve had someone always gives me a package of Pampers Swaddlers. I know many people that love them. I don’t. They always feel wet on the outside after my baby pees and makes their clothes damp. EW!
With my girls I loved Pampers Cruisers (once they were big enough for those… I think they start at size 3) but they don’t work as well for my boys. I really like LUVS for both genders. And actually the Western Family brand of diapers is pretty good.
And that, my friends, is a rundown of my parenting techniques during the early years. It works for me. I don’t claim to have all the answers but those are the most common questions I am asked.
What advice would you give to other parents?
Do you know how many animals have lived in the White House?
When I was asked to review the book President Adams’ Alligator, I had no clue. Think about it. Other than the occasional dog and/or cat from our more recent presidents there isn’t much to talk about in the way of White House pets.
Little did I know that the White House used be much more exciting than it is these days. What a boring bunch of presidents we’ve had in recent elections!! No alligators, grizzly bears, porcupines, parrots, goats… NOTHIN! Just dogs and cats.
Seriously, I am in love with this book!! The authors themselves… they have a great way of making it fun to read about topics that might seem boring to kids. Heck, even I’ve learned a thing or two from their books. (See here and here).
This one is probably my favorite. The kids all had a great time searching for President Adams’ alligator on each page. An alligator… IN THE WHITE HOUSE!! How cool is that? They also loved hearing about all the animals and the stories to go along with them. Some of those animals were pretty adventurous! And the names of some of those animals were quite… interesting. That was Anthony’s favorite part. I like that my kids can name some of the presidents that they didn’t know before because they can now associate a pet to go along with them.
I highly recommend this book. And yes, it was sent to me for free in exchange for an HONEST review. All opinions expressed are my own. LOVE IT!!
There are times, probably more often than not, that I doubt myself as a mom.
Am I doing right by these precious souls that have been entrusted to me? Am I teaching them the things that Heavenly Father would want me to teach them? Am I doing enough to let them know how much they are worth in the sight of God? Do they know how much I love them even when I mess up?
I’m pretty hard on myself, especially when I feel like I’ve failed. Being a mom is definitely not easy and I know I leave a lot to be desired in that department. There are things I know I could do a whole lot better. I’ll be the first to admit that sometimes I yell when I know I shouldn’t, roll my eyes when I know it will hurt them, say something mean when I know I should stop because the point has already been made, and even make an effort to let them know when I am put out.
These are all things that I am working on. It’s one of my New Year’s Resolutions. I am doing pretty well I think and do you know what? It’s made me a happier person. My kids have noticed, too. They haven’t said anything but I can tell just by the way they act toward me now. It’s different somehow. More open. Just happier in general.
It’s not easy to admit that I’m not the perfect mom that so many people seem to think that I am. In fact, it downright stinks to have to admit it. But I know it’s the first step to changing what is wrong.
There is so much to repent for. So much forgiveness to ask for from both God and my kids. Somehow it seems harder to ask for it from my kids. I am supposed to be setting an example for them… can I just say that they are far better examples to me than that I am to them!
From K I learn diligence, hard work, and forgiveness.
A teaches me to be persistent and to try new things.
Little H has taught me to be loving, positively minded, and to just let things roll off your back.
C is teaching me to be observant and to give everyone a chance.
B shows me how to be sweet and gentle.
And of course the baby teaches me to smile more and just be happy with the simple things in life.
Sometimes I have moments of feeling overconfident in my mothering. I think I’m doing great and then one of my kids says or does something that puts me right back in my place.
This past week it was A.
She asked me something that kind of caught me off guard and has got me thinking. As we were driving to gymnastics she said, “Mom, do you and Dad ever keep things from us?”
At first I wasn’t sure what she meant but I answered, “No. Why?”
Her reply was, “Sometimes I just feel like you and Dad are keeping secrets from me.”
I then explained to her that we would never keep a secret from her or any of the other kids but there are certain things that they just aren’t ready to know yet. Not secrets… just things too complex and heavy for them to carry and that we would fill her in on those things when we felt it was appropriate for her (them) to know.
I’m not really sure what sparked the question other than it could possibly be that we were watching a show, Family Feud, the other night and someone said the word condom. I quickly changed the station because, ahem, I really didn’t want to have to explain what a condom was. All the kids kept asking what word it was that I didn’t like. Was it a bad word? I explained that it was not a bad word but not something they needed to know right now.
My little B-Boat (A’s nickname) is probably the one that I worry about the most. I worry that she will stray. She is the most stubborn, (and dare I say selfish) little thing and yet, she can be the sweetest, most delightful girl in the whole world. Fire and ice!
I pray for her constantly. I pray that she will know and understand her place in this world. That she will seek for the light in the gospel. That she will hold on to her testimony of the gospel. It’s all there and it makes me so sad to see her question it sometimes.
It hurt me, in a way I can’t quite figure out, that she would think that Anthony and I would keep a secret from her. We’ve always told the kids that secrets are not allowed. Surprises are fine, secrets are not.
In some ways I feel that I have failed A more than the others. Though I feel I’ve failed K and H in many ways as well. They are all beautiful, talented, gifted, and special girls and I’ve failed them.
Girls, please forgive me! I love you all so very much! This is the start of change!
What struggles have you faced as a parent? Any advice?
After this I should be able to start fresh and keep up. There are just some things I would like to document.
Let’s take a look at the year 2012 for my sweet little family. Can I still call us ‘little’?
Well, for starters… we, as a family, finally finished The Book of Mormon!! Yay!! That was the first time for most of us, including me. You might remember that K read it on her own a while ago and Anthony has finished it several times… I think. That was a great accomplishment for us.
It only took three years. Yes, three years. We have little ones with short attention spans. No judging! We read just about every night but some night we didn’t even finish a whole chapter before the kids started running around and yelling. Boys are nuts!
No one made it into the ER this past year, thankfully. The closest we came to that was a couple of Instacare visits. One for B who had stepped on a piece of glass from H’s snowglobe. It broke when she was excitedly running upstairs with it to show my grandpa. She tripped and it shattered on the tile in the entryway. Poor B… we thought we got all the glass out but a few days later his poor foot was infected and he was walking funny.
Not a fun trip to the Instacare. It was late at night, he was tired, the doctor is poking, digging and prodding his foot with sharp tools. But he got it! A teeny, tiny sliver of glass. Amazing that something that small and seemingly insignificant can cause such a big problem.
The other trip was for K. She had been at my cousin’s house along with the other two girls. When my cousin brought them home she had me look at K’s eye.
FREAKIEST thing I’ve ever seen!! The whites of one of her eyes was puffy and swollen… protruding! The colored part was still in it’s correct position but the whites… EW! Totally weird. It looked as though you could poke it with a pin and it would pop. Basically, a giant blister.
K has horrible allergies in the spring and summer so I assumed it to be an allergic reaction to something she may have touched. The nurse at the Instacare was surprised when I asked her what she thought it might be. “Haven’t you ever seen pink eye?” That was her response.
Umm, yeah, I had five (at the time) kids… of course I know what pink eye looks like. This was NOT pink eye! Sure, her eye was red but there was no way this was your typical conjunctivitis. The nurse was convinced that it was. She told me that’s what the doctor would tell me.
Not to gloat or anything but…
I WON! It was allergies. She had never had a reaction like that but it was nothing that a Claritin couldn’t clear up. Thank goodness for allergy medication!!
Speaking of K…
Here are a few of her accomplishments from 2012.
- Started clogging and love it!
- turned 11
- improving her dance technique
- drawing/doodling is also improving
- started YASA
- Math is really starting to click for her
Some of A’s accomplishments
- started gymnastics
- almost has her back handspring without a spotter
- moved up from Beginner level, level 1, level 2 all the way to level 3 gymnastics in less than a year, something that isn’t usually accomplished that quickly
- She’s had a few opportunities to sing and/or take part in various programs
- Being watched by the gym to move up into their competition team (she doesn’t know this)
- Ride a horse for the first time (for Liberty Girls)
H had a few accomplishments herself
- Performed for the first time on stage (ballet)
- Quit ballet in order to take gymnastics
- Moving up the ladder just as quickly as her sister did. She’s already in level 2 and has only been there since June.
- Proving mom and dad wrong in thinking that she wouldn’t do as well at gymnastics. We obviously don’t give her enough credit. We both thought she was a bit too clumsy and daydream-ish to do it.
- Losing teeth
- Also got to ride a horse for the first time. (LG)
C is growing fast
- Loves his new little brother and can’t get enough of him
- Is very protective of the baby
- Says “I like you” if you’re really loved. But you can’t say “I love you” back. Oh no… you have to say, “I like you, too.” That’s his version of love.
- Become more OCD about certain things than mom knew possible.
- Has recently started telling lies. Mostly about B. B is always the culprit… even when he’s napping or strapped into his car seat.
- Still idolizes his daddy and wants to go everywhere with him.
- One day he asked me, “Mom, why do you have a big butt?”
- Must ride in the cart at the grocery store with the car attached to the front.
- Went to his first Utah football game and surprised Dad with how well he did. In fact, he got to attend TWO games!!
- Also got to ride a horse for the first time. (LG)
B is growing out of toddlerhood and into boyhood
- Loves the baby and, for the most part, is very good with him but now that he is here, B likes to try and see what he can get away with.
- Learning more words every day. “Damstairs”-downstairs (that’s my favorite), “Flunch”-lunch,
- Beats his big brother up on a daily basis
- Yells “ANSWER ME” if someone is not paying attention
- Also idolizes his dad.
- Loves to make people laugh
- Thinks he’s hilarious… even when he’s not (laughs hardest at himself when being naughty)
Baby is definitely growing faster than I would like. His accomplishments for 2012 are as follows:
- Being conceived… and later born (that’s a biggie )
- Growing a larger than
normal average head. (In case you’re wondering, he IS proportioned)
- Smiling! This little guy started smiling early. He’s the only one of our kids that started smiling socially so quickly. His first smile was for dad on Thanksgiving morning. He smiled a few more times after that for me and a few more for Anthony but then it stopped for several weeks. He would only smile in his sleep and when seemingly staring at nothing. The smiling (and cooing) just started back up about a week and a half ago. Unfortunately I haven’t been able to capture it on camera yet.
- Nursing like a champ! Sure, he is slightly tongue tied but he doesn’t let that stop him. He nursed like a pro from day one.
- One of my favorite things when he was brand new was his little yelp. He would let out a little yelp before starting to cry. YELP… pause… CRY. It was so darn cute! He no longer does that
Anthony and I had a successful year, too.
- Anthony started a new job in January (2012) that he has a love/hate relationship with. But you take what you can get these days. We are just happy to have a job at all even if the pay is really crappy.
- Becoming a mom & dad for the 6th time.
- More marathons (I don’t even know how many anymore)
- I gave birth (almost naturally) to a baby with a ginormous head
- I also made it through those first two weeks of excruciatingly painful nursing. You know, the blisters, the chafing, the soreness, the don’t-let-the-shower-water-come-anywhere-near-my-nipples type of first two weeks…. OUCH! After that we’re golden!
- Becoming a Liberty Girls leader.
- Anthony successfully built an adorable little kitchen for H for Christmas.
- And now we’re back to nursing… I haven’t yet been able to find the nozzle… the one that slows the flow! Poor little guy has a hard time keeping up with the avalanche of milk that flows into his throat when it lets down. It’s been a problem for all my babies. They choke, unlatch, and I’m left scrambling to stop it from spraying them in the face. It’s lots of fun!
There is so much more that I am not remembering right now. I can always think of a gazillion things in my mind but when it comes to actually getting it down on paper or typing it up, it all seems to disappear.
If you made it through all of that… thanks for reading. From here on out we should be back to our regularly scheduled
Ever since I decided to try this whole natural labor thing I’ve discovered a few things.
I realize that this is baby number six and in theory I should know a few things about laboring and delivering. Sadly, I am ignorant.
Ignorant to the fact that I actually have choices! Real ones!!
The choice to wear a hospital gown (so unflattering ) or wear my own clothes once I check into the hospital.
The choice to have an IV (ouch!) or NOT to have an IV… that’s a choice? Yes, it is!
The choice to drink (water and juice) and, dare I say, EAT during labor!!? That’s right my friends, I can eat something if I choose to. Kind of thinking that I won’t be making that choice. Who can eat with all that laboring goin’ on? Pretty sure I won’t be hungry. Now afterwards… that’s a whole different story. Bring on the Big Mac, fries, and the chocolate shake!!
The choice to delay the cord clamping… did you know that it is beneficial to let the cord stop pulsating before clamping and cutting it so as to allow the blood to make it back to the baby? Hello!! Makes total sense but I am just now figuring this out.
The choice to delay or refuse the eye ointment they usually immediately rub into the baby’s eyes. I need to do a little more research on this in order to make the most informed decision…. delay for sure, refuse maybe or maybe not.
Anyway, the point is that I had never done my research. I just assumed that ‘this’ (as in the way the hospitals do it when not given any instructions) is the way it’s done and it’s the only way to do it. There were no choices.
Some of you are probably laughing at my ignorance. You were probably smarter than I and did your research beforehand. Go you!
Heck, some of you probably even chose to have a homebirth. I admit I used to think that was the most absurd idea I had ever heard. However, after all my research I’ve changed my tune. It’s a great idea!! One that I would never consider for myself only because of our experience with little C. We almost lost him and he had to be resuscitated (I admit I totally had to google that word to figure out how to spell it). Very scary! It seems that I tend to produce very short cords and he was wrapped up in his only once around the neck. It was so short that he couldn’t come down the birth canal. I was literally strangling him with each push. For that reason alone I am too chicken to ever consider a home birth. But I think it’s a beautiful idea for the majority of women who have low risk, healthy pregnancies.
And now for my update on this little one growing inside me…
It appears that he shows no sign of wanting to make his appearance any time soon. I am exactly 36 weeks today (the 26th) and I am dilated to ‘maybe a one’ according to the midwife…. maybe a one? Maybe?
And no effacement whatsoever.
Sounds like another B situation. B was a stubborn little thing too and came only one day before his due date. And that was after having my membranes stripped the day before. Who knows if he would have come on his own.
Unfortunately, the midwives won’t strip the membranes… UGH! Maybe I can have Anthony do it??
Ok, maybe not.
All I know is that I do not want to have this baby on Thanksgiving! He’s due the day after so… it’s highly likely. We’ll see.
Are there any other ‘unknowns’ that I should know about heading into this natural delivery I’m attempting? Please share!!
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