Showing posts with label And Baby Makes Three. Show all posts
Showing posts with label And Baby Makes Three. Show all posts

Thursday, January 8, 2009

He's Here!

My adorable little 'peanut' has arrived - December 30th/2008 - healthy & happy! My hubby and I are absolutely thrilled!

My intentions for this blog was to publish at least one post per week, beginning at the start of this year. And my intentions for my Zazzle art shop was to design a new product at least four times a month. However, due to my being a new mom and proclaiming my own maternity leave, I've decided to take time to truly enjoy my son, and being his Mommy.

I promise that as soon as I have time to concentrate on my writing and my Zazzle shop, this blog will interest readers with delightful stories, delicious recipes and more - and my shop will display a large variety of my artistic designs.

Please continue to drop by & browse both my blog and my shop for updates. Thanks for stopping by....

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Has (wo)Mankind Forgotten...

Disclaimer; the following is my opinion only. This is not for those of you who get offended easily. If I offend you, please remember, we are all entitled to our opinions, so please try to keep an open mind.

Since I got pregnant, Hell, since I knew what pregnant was, I knew I wanted to have a natural birth. Once I found out about some of the procedures women endured just to avoid the pain of childbirth, I was scarred, appalled and disgusted.

I mean, a spinal? Come on, you can take a frigging needle in your spine, but you can't push a baby out? THAT'S WHAT YOUR BODY IS MADE FOR! There's a reason women go through pregnancy and childbirth, because we're the life givers, we're pure, wise, patient, and won't whine like a man would. But now, it just seems like womankind has forgotten this. Men told us we couldn’t do it, men told us we were too weak, and what did we do? We took the easy path, we took drugs that would numb us, make the whole experience surreal, more like a dream instead of the birth of our child.

How many women actually realize that epidurals and spinals can paralyze you? How many women actually take into consideration, if the drugs are strong enough you numb you from the waist down, what kind of effects might it have on your child?

Granted, I don't know what labor and delivery are going to be like. I'm not assuming it's going to be anything like a tattoo (which I have two), or a piercing (I have eight), but I'm anticipating something I can tolerate. I have suffered some brutal menstrual cramps, almost crippling, to the point where I can't move off the couch, or even eat, because of the immense pain I'm in. I've suffered migraines, light, sound, touch, smell, and even taste-sensitive migraines since I was 10 or 11. I've endured pain, tons of pain, on top of more pain, mental and physical pain…and I only ever took Tylenol or Excedrin. Neither of which worked, so I would usually avoid them unless it was absolutely necessary.

To me, it seems easy. My theory is, I was made to do it, and I'm sure it'll hurt like Hell, but I know as well as anyone else, it's going to be totally worth it. 25 hours of [brutal] pain for a lifetime of learning, imagining, teaching, loving? I'll be fine, it'll be nothing.

I have a handful of people who are supporting me, my husband and mom & dad, just to name a few. But I actually have more people (who will remain nameless *cough*my mother-in-law*cough*) telling me that I say I don't, or rather won't, need drugs now, but when the time comes, I'll be happy the medical scientists invented them. Yeah, right. Maybe if I was a wuss, and honestly could not put up with the pain, I'd change my mind at the last second. I don't see it happening!

I'm strong. I'm a woman. My body is literally fulfilling its destiny right now. Between pregnancy, labor, delivery and motherhood, I am doing what I was put on this planet to do. And I'm not going to foul it up by taking the easy way.

What ever happened to women believing in themselves? Trusting their instincts, providing a safe, healthy, happy upbringing for their child(ren)? Less and less women give birth without any kind of meds, breastfeed, and stay home for their kids. It seems as though the human race has officially lost touch with it's roots, and now everything has to be mass produced, and children should be handed over to a different baby-sitter every night, and taken to day care or school in the day.

What's wrong with enduring labor pains? Letting your child feed on breast milk (that is why we have 'em, girls, they aren't for our partners/drawing attention/getting out of a speeding ticket…though it helps)? And yes, I understand the economy sucks, and we can't just give up our jobs to raise a family, especially if we don't have anyone to help us. But those of us that can, or can get/have a job where we can bring our child(ren) (they are out there), why not do it? [There are also many legitimate work-at-home jobs and, also the opportunity to work a different shift than your partner] Children need a caregiver’s support, and love, and attention. There's no point in having a child if you're going to pay someone else to raise it.

Being pregnant is opening up my eyes. I've learned more about my mother-in-law than I wanted to know (seeing as how most of her ideals I completely disagree with). I've read about all sorts of methods, natural and man-made, to ease childbirth discomforts/pains. I've learned about feeding techniques, breast milk and formula storage, breast milk extracting (pumping), etc. I've seen how impatient most people are to learn the sex of their baby, when there's no actual guarantee it's correct, just because humans have the technology to do so (for the record, I did not learn the sex at my ultrasound, and I'm going to keep it that way).

Pregnancy, childbirth and parenthood has become a "by the book" procedure, it's rare you meet someone who has the same principals as me, and what I mean is, a more natural, dare I say, "traditional" (in the most literal sense of the word) way. There are too many things that supposedly make it all easier, when really, it's just taking away the experience and pleasure of it all.

I don't mean to preach, or to force my opinion on anyone, but honestly, sit back and pay attention.

Has (wo)mankind forgotten our roots, our 'real' natural selves?

-Cassie

Twenty Weeks Down, Twenty (give or take) To Go..

I had my first ultrasound on Tuesday (Sept. 2). My mom and husband accompanied me. We got to see my little one’s heart beating, arms and legs moving, and an attempt at sucking his/her thumb. It was one of the most amazing things I’ve ever experienced. As soon as the monitor was turned so I could see (once the usual measurements were taken), it was amazing. That’s what I’ve been feeling move around in there? That’s whose heart beat I get to hear? They're the entire reason I up and quit smoking right after finding out [for sure] that I was pregnant. They’re why I’ve been taking such good care of myself. This whole thing is just amazing. Dennis (my husband) and I are so unbelievably excited about this, we can hardly contain ourselves. And the ‘big day’ is getting closer and closer.

Right now, there’s a little under four months till my due date. Where the time went, I couldn’t tell you. Every Tuesday we (the baby and I) progress another week. And it seems like the Tuesdays are getting closer together. By about four and a half months I suddenly ballooned up, and started to look pregnant, not just a little chunky. I’m comfortably wearing (small) maternity shirts (proud to say I still fit in a size 7 jean), and I’m noticeably pregnant, at least to people I know. I’m still waiting for the strangers to approach, asking when I’m due. Having seen the last few weeks progress, I’m betting it’s not too far off. I’ll be 21 weeks this Tuesday, and am absolutely shocked that there is officially less than half the pregnancy to go.

Panic sets in.

I find myself sitting in silence, asking myself who Dennis and I will invite to the baby shower. Then I’m wondering how many of them will actually show up. Where is the money going to come from to pay for the damn food? Dennis and I just got married, how many people will figure they don’t need to bring a gift because they just gave us one? Do people really think like that? Was that a kick? Ha, I just felt the baby move. When will Dennis finally get to? And can a baby really kick hard enough to give him a black eye? That would be rather entertaining, but is it possible? Then I snap myself out of it, realize I’m being irrational, and focus my attention on something else.

Aside from the fact that I’m beginning to feel self conscious, between growing out of a D-cup bra in less than a month, and having to unbutton my jeans in order to sit down comfortably, I’m still ecstatic. I’m going to be a mommy. I’m going to get to teach my little one about the world. I’m doing, I guess, what I was technically made to do. And as much as I thought I’d never be here, it feels good. I have a loving, supportive, wonderful man at my side, our parents helping us however possible, and a strong, healthy, growing oh-so-quickly baby in my belly. I’m on cloud nine.

Also note; It has been ridiculously hot in my apartment the last two days. I've wanted to do my yoga/stretching, but think I might sweat myself to death. I also think my keyboard acts up when it's this hot, and sometimes random keys will stick. Well, not stick exactly, more like, I'll press them, and nothing happens. Kind of like when wooden doors take more force than usual to close all the way when it's hot because they swell. In any case, it's hot, and a cool shower would be wasted since I'd start sweating again immediately after drying off.

And, the baby has been really active the past few days. This is freakin' cool.

Cassie