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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Family Pics

Since I have not blogged much in the last year, I have some things I want to catch up on

I wanted to make sure that I documented our family pics which we had done in July when London was 8 months old
(taken at Liberty Park by Harlowmoon Photography)

 I just LOVE this little family of mine.

Look at that little face!

Friday, October 17, 2014

London's First Birthday!

I can't believe my little baby is ONE!!
Where has the time gone!
Sadly, I have only blogged a few times in that whole year! 
I have however, rededicated myself this this little space because I miss it, and I love going back through to read old posts!
Instagram has certainly changed the blogging world, that's for sure.

We had a sweet little party for London's birthday. 
Big, huge, over the top birthday parties are THE THING right now, 
especially in the blogging/creative world. 
I LOVE throwing/decorating a good party. It is a huge creative outlet for me, and I enjoy it immensely. 
Buuuuut, I didn't want to make this party a huge blowout for a few reasons.

First of all, if you do a huge party, how do you keep that up year after year? 
Especially when more kids start entering the mix and you are now throwing big birthday bashes multiple times a year!?
They also get expensive, and quick!

So I decided to keep things fairly simple and minimal, but still got to use my creative side for small things like decorations and dessert. Here are a few pictures of what I did, starting with the invitation.

To get my creative juices flowing, I decided to make letter cookies spelling her name for the dessert. 
This was SOOOOO much fun! I definitely want to make this a tradition for birthdays, and even other holidays! I am excited to decorate fun Christmas sugar cookies!
I did some research and watched a bunch of tutorials on cookie decorating and made a trip to
 Sur Le Table for some cookie cutters and gel food coloring (this is KEY!)

The process was a mess, but they turned out just how I imagined them!

The other thing that I did for the party was some decorations in the kitchen above the food table.
I just cut different shapes of paper and sewed them into a garland on my sewing machine. 
I also quickly designed a happy birthday poster with a chalkboard look and had 2 pictures of her printed in 18" x 24"  
 I thought it was a fun little touch to have a picture of her as a newborn and a current picture. 

 For her cake, I had a local bakery make a small smash cake.
White with black polka dots and a small pink heart.
I purchased a small gold "1" balloon and added some sweet pink ribbons to it for the cake topper.

She devoured that thing with a nice little sugar rush to follow!

She opened presents like a champ, pulling things out of bags, ripping paper off boxes, and dancing to the little music box that her nana gave her.  It was just the cutest thing ever!

She was surrounded by happiness and love and it was so fun to watch her experience her first birthday!
I can't wait to celebrate years of her sweet little life.

Friday, May 16, 2014

London's Hospital Stay (Jaundice)

We chose to do our birth at a birth center for many reasons, one of which was that I did not want to stay in a hospital. I really DO NOT like hospitals. I am not comfortable in hospitals. 
Regardless of my near perfect birth center birth, and my want/need to avoid the hospital we managed to end up in the hospital a few days later anyways. 
We were home from the birth center like 6 hours after I had London! It was so nice! But that was short lived because she started showing signs of jaundice. 
Here is how it all went down...

We got home Saturday around noon from having London. We had the siblings filter in there after for visits and to meet our new babe. We spent the day Saturday and everything was just great. I was feeling great, and we were just soaking up having our new baby finally here!
Sunday came and I noticed she looked a little yellow, but nothing too serious. That evening I asked Krissie (as well as the midwives at her 2 day check up on Monday) if she thought she looked a little yellow (I was second guessing my judgement because of all the hours I spent just staring at her =) maybe I was just making this up!) They all thought she looked a bit yellow as well so I watched her that night and the next day to see if it got any worse. 
It did. 
We kept her in the sun to see if that would help.

I was feeling like it was getting worse, but again was second guessing my judgement. I was having a hard time separating the thoughts of "im just a paranoid new mom" from "trust your instincts." It was a stressful day (monday) battling those two thoughts so on Tues I ended up calling her Dr. Who happened to be out of town at the time.
They told me that I could get into the on call Dr. on Wed but my gut was telling me not to wait so we started calling around to different insta cares and found that they do not do billi checks there.
We ended up at primary childrens emergency room. 
Definitely not the place I thought I would be spending the day with my 3 day old baby!
They started the standard procedures with her and checked her blood pressure, blood count and billi.

Her billi was high and she was also pretty dehydrated (from nursing struggles, that will be a post all in itself). 
So they let us know that we would be spending the night there. They said that her levels were at 16.7 and that they don't allow you to leave if it is over 14. 
Finally I felt justified in my feelings and bringing her to the ER. I was happy to feel that my instincts were right on and that she was in some need of medical care. It's hard when you have a brand new baby and trying to figure out what she needs and how to take care of her, but this just goes to show that we have mothers instinct from day one. 

She was a little trooper. Hardly even crying through all the pokes and prods and getting an IV. I think that is what kept me calm through all this, is that she didn't seem too distressed at all. 
Thank heavens. I can't imagine how it would have been sitting in there with my newborn baby screaming in pain or discomfort!

They moved us over to another unit and got her all hooked up to a a heart monitor and oxygen monitor and put her in a billi bed. 
It was so sad to see her all hooked up and her little eyes covered by the protective little glasses she had to wear.

And here is how we spent the night. Brock stayed on the floor and I got the awesome tiny pleather couch.

It was a rough night. I woke up to nurse her every 2 hours and each time would have to call in a nurse to come un hook her and hook her back up. In between that and the nurse coming in to check on her and the worry of having my baby in the hospital (and the cost we would face), there wasn't much sleeping going on on my end.
A little about the nursing sitch....The morning we were admitted into the hospital my milk had come in. By that night in the hospital, it was effected drastically. The stress reduced my supply dramatically which made for even more nursing struggles than I was already having up to that point. 
By the time the morning came I was pumping after each nursing session to try and get more milk and had more than one person/nurse offer up formula (which was devastating to me at the time). This made the situation even harder because I was NOT about to give my baby formula.
(more on that in a future post)
By 10 the next morning her billi had finally lowered to 13 with the help of the billi lights so they discharged us.
I left the hospital feeling uneasy, but relived to be heading home. While we were in the hospital the stress on London effected her bowl movements. She stopped pooing after feedings and didn't have one the whole time we were in the hospital. Up to then, they were regular and fine and she was getting all the meconium out of her system. With high billirubin it is important that she was pooping because that is how the system gets rid of it, so leaving knowing that she wasn't getting rid of it, just told me that the only reason why her levels were lowered was from the lights, which they did not send home with us. 
They sent us home with the instruction to get her into her Dr the next day to get her billi checked again.
We did as instructed and after we got home from the (oncall) Dr visit we got a call back with the results. Her billi had shot up to 20 and the Dr told me that when it reaches 24 they are admitted directly into the NICU so she wanted us to get back to the ER asap. She called primarys and rather than going through the ER again they told us to just go straight back into the unit that we had just been released from the morning before!
This is when the panic and frustration for me set in. Hearing the word NICU sent me into full fledged worry and panic. We rushed her back and went through round number 2 in the hospital. 
Night 2 went the same as night 1. They got her all hooked back up and we spent the night there.

 We were discharged again the next day because her billi had gone back down to 14 around noon and again, I left feeling uneasy because she was still not pooping. 
Again, we were instructed to see the Dr. the next day to have her billi checked again to make sure it hadn't gone back up.
Her results came back and her billi had gone back up but this time rather than admitting us, they sent home heath care to our house with a billi light which you can see glowing in the pic below.
She also started sleeping with her hands above her head which was freaking adorable!
This was hard because we had to keep her on the lights 24 hours a day for a few days except for feedings. 

After many many trips to the Dr, many pokes (i should have kept count, but during this time I'm sure she was poked well over 20 times, poor thing) and alot of stress later, her billi finally went down and stayed down. 

We spent some extra nakey time in the sun tho juuuuust in case =)

Here pooping never really normalized, she pooped just a couple times a week if i remember right for the first couple months. The Dr wasn't too concerned about that now that her billi was staying down and just said that some babies don't poop alot. When her poop finally did normalize, it was always fairly hard (like playdough consistancy) and still is.

I think this face sums up how we all felt by the end of this whole ordeal.

Poor baby was such a trooper!

Friday, December 20, 2013

Londons Birth Story!

My Natural Hypnobabies Water Birth:

WARNING: This is probably the longest blog post I have ever written! I will be shocked if anyone actually reads the whole thing! But if you do make it to the end…enjoy!
Also, There are pictures of me right before and after she was born included, they don't show anything, just me in a sports bra, but if you think thats weird then you can stop reading if you so choose =)

It has been over two months since London was born and sadly it has taken me this long to sit down and write out her birth story. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to or thought about it on a very regular basis, the problem is I have had a major case of writers block. I hope this doesn't come along with being a mother, because blogging and journaling will never get done! The other problem is, when I sit and think about putting her birth story into words, there is no way to write and express in words how I feel about it and how it went. Not because I am drawing a blank, but just because it is impossible to convey the beauty, feelings and emotion behind the experience. That has led me to avoiding it all together. But I want to make certain that it is documented, 
so here is my bleak attempt to write it out.

My due date was October 1. There is room for debate on that date, and here is why. That number is based on my last cycle. When I had my one and only ultrasound at 20 weeks, he determined that it was about October 3rd, but kept it at the 1st since it was so close to the third. At one of my last few appointments one of the midwives said the 6th…I have no idea where that date came from, and finally, I wasn’t 40 weeks until the 4th so I guess technically that should have been the “due date”.  In the end the due date did nothing but drive us all crazy because all those days came and went. My mother in law flew in on Sept 29th thinking that for sure in the week and a half that she was here she wouldn’t miss the birth. She was here for conference weekend, and you better believe in between sessions I was walking, and playing at the playground with our niece and nephew and doing whatever I could (naturally) to get this baby here while she was here. Unfortunately that did not happen. London decided to come on Saturday October 12th. Exactly one week and one day past my due date (or at least one of them!). Interestingly enough, the average first time pregnancy for low risk mothers is also one week and one day! She came when she was good and ready.

looking at these pics is hilarious. i was HUGE!

Side Note:  For our birth we used hypnobabies. This birthing method uses different terminology for things like contractions (pressure waves), and labor (birthing time) and transition (transformation).  The purpose is to replace terms that generally have a negative denotation attached to them. I will be using this terminology. I will also mention things like using my “lightswitch” I may do a separate hyponobabies blog post to talk about what some of these things mean and the techniques that are used. Until then, some of what I say here may only make sense to people who are familiar with hypnobabies.

Here is how it all went down…..
On Thursday (the 10th) we went to bed with no sign of any change. I woke up at about 2:30 in the morning to use the bathroom and felt something I hadn’t felt before…..a pressure wave! Not just Braxton hicks, this felt different. So I knew right away that things were going to start happening! I started timing the pressure waves. They were about 13 minutes apart. After I had timed several pressure waves, I decided to go out into the living room and refresh my memory of what will be happening from here on out with some reading from my hypnobabies books and also write in my journal. I wanted brock to be able to have a good nights sleep so I didn’t want to wake him up just yet.

Here is what I wrote in my journal:

“Well I think today might be the day! I’ve been up since about 2:30am (didn’t check the clock till about 2:50am) with what I believe are pressure waves! (just had one as I wrote that!). I’m not sure if I lost my mucous plug when I went to the bathroom at 2:30. I felt a tiny something that may have been it, but it was barely noticeable, I was half asleep and the light was off. I started checking the time at 2:50am, and my pressure waves were 13 minutes apart. I think now they are about 10-11 minutes apart. Brock should be up soon (his alarm goes off at 6am), so I’ll break the news to him then! J I wanted him to be able to get as much sleep as possible. At about 3:30 there was a little bit of pink mucous stuff in the toilet so that’s a good sign! Other than that, I just have crazy pressure in my lower back with my pressure waves. I’ve tried turning my light switch off during them, but have found that they are soooo much more bearable if I flexed my butt! (weird, I know!) Not sure if that is normal, but it helps! I know I’ve still got a while to go though cause we don’t have to call the birth center until pressure waves are 5 min apart, each lasting more than 1 min and I can’t walk or talk through them, for at least an hour. It’s funny cause I think Brock got the nesting urge last night. I wonder if subconsciously he knew that the baby was going to come cause he cleaned up dinner, cleaned up the kitchen, did some laundry, hung up the last shelf in the nursery and was just getting lots done around the house! I’m glad it’s all done too cause we won’t have to worry about doing any of that today or when we come home with a baby!”

Shortly after I wrote this, I went in and woke brock up (he thought he had slept through his alarm). I told him “I think you might need to call in sick today, I’ve been having pressure waves for the last 4 hours..” He then replied, “are you serious? How far apart are they!?” I told him 10 minutes and his response seemed surprised that this was serious enough to even be timing them and that I knew they were 10 min apart! So he got out of bed and our (Fri)day began!

40 weeks 1 day

 We pretty much just hung out all day and my pressure waves were consistently 10 minutes apart. Brock had a previously scheduled lunch with a couple of his buddies to talk business at noon, so I told him you should still go. Nothing is changing here, and there isn’t much you can do so go ahead and go. Plus he was going to café rio and I really wanted him to bring me some  ;). He said are you sure?! Yep! So he went for a couple hours and while he was gone I worked through my pressure waves and was actually able to sleep in between them thanks to my use of hypnobabies! That was nice, since I didn’t get a full nights sleep, and I wanted to feel rested when I actually went into my birthing time. Brock got home, and I had some yummy café rio. My sister showed up to pick up her coat, and was surprised to see brock home. We had planned not to call and tell anyone when I went into labor because we didn’t want a bunch of people calling/texting the whole time wanting updates and to see how we were doing. We just wanted to be able to focus on the task at hand….having a baby! And not have to worry about updating everyone. This was especially important to use in the birthing choice we made with hypnobabies because it is all about concentration and relaxation. But when molly showed up we let her know what was going on. She ended up staying and hanging out with us for a few hours. At about 7 pm we all decided to take a walk to see if we could get things moving along. Brock and I played a game of monopoly and then decided to go lay down in bed and try and get some rest since there hadn't been any real changes. Im not sure what time that was, because I had no sense of time whatsoever. Time went by so fast throughout my whole labor. It was probably about 7:30 or 8 pm (we are still in Friday). Brock read, and I just laid in bed and was able again to sleep in between my pressure waves. Brock was so good at making sure I was drinking water after each pressure wave and changing positions every 2 hours. So at about 10pm I changed positions. I started getting really uncomfortable and the change in position helped a lot. At this point I had Brock start timing my pressure waves again. There was one that was about 8 min then the rest were about 5 with one that was like 3 and one that was 4, so things had changed quite a bit in the time that we got in bed. One funny/interesting observation I had was that throughout the day I was also peeing like crazy. I went through a whole roll of tp! I guess that was from the combination of drinking a lot and the baby moving down and putting more pressure on my bladder. I just remember thinking how crazy it was how much I was using the bathroom lol! 

40 weeks

We stayed in bed, Brock fell asleep at 11:45pm for a couple hours and I started getting increasingly uncomfortable so I tried a few positions on the birth ball but sitting was very uncomfortable so I started walking around the house. I literally just started doing laps around the kitchen and that helped tremendously. I just walked through my pressure waves. About 1:30am I had to use the bathroom (again!) and I started feeling pushy, which had me a little lot concerned! As I was on the toilet, my body kinda just took over and pushed…..and my water broke! I know what you’re thinking….oh, perfect place to have your water break, right? Nope, it actually went all over the floor since I was pushing right when it broke so it was more of a burst! I called into Brock and he came in to help. I jumped into the shower and my sweet husband cleaned up the mess I just made on the floor J The warm water felt SOOOO good, I didn’t want to get out! Brock said what are you doing! And I just told him it just feels so good! So I finally got out of the shower and got dressed and we called the midwife. If you recall from earlier I mentioned that they have you call when your pressure waves are 5 min apart, each lasting more than 1 min and you can’t walk or talk through them, for at least an hour (I was still walking and talking through mine!)…..OR your water has broke.  

A couple things of note: At our birth center they are on call at night so they are not at the birth center. They will send you home if you are not dilated to at least 5cm. The birth center was about 23 min away. Also, we paid for the student program (cause it was a little cheaper) which means that a student midwife does all my checkups with the head midwife there supervising as well as the birth.

        So when I called in, I called into the student midwife and told her everything that had happened up to that point and she said ok, I’ll call the midwife and see if she wants to have you come in. My thought was I hope they tell me to come in cause I’m feeling ready, but I didn’t really know how far along I was, just that my water had broke and my pressure waves were 5 min and less apart. So while we were waiting for their call back, brock started packing up the car while I worked through some more pressure waves. I told brock, let’s just start heading that way so we are close to the birth center if they tell us to come in. I just wanted to get close cause I felt like I was getting closer to having this baby! So just as we walked out the door I had a couple of strong pressure waves that were preventing us from getting in the car. We had at least made it outside though and it was quite chilly out but it felt so good to this birthing mama! Meanwhile, the midwife called back and asked me a bunch of questions. The whole time I was on the phone with them I was having to make them hold on while I worked through some pressure waves every few minutes so they were getting closer and closer together. During one of my pressure waves I heard the midwife say to the student midwife, “maybe have her get in a warm bath for a little while” and that freaked me out a little bit because I felt like I needed to be leaving right away and I wanted them to say come in but I still didn’t know how far off I was and I hadn’t ever been through this so in my mind I don’t know if I would have said no I think I need to come in now and would have just waited until they told me to come in. After that pressure wave they told me that they wanted me to do a squat test, to make sure my water had really broken. To me, this was laughable for two reasons. One, I was SURE my water had broke…and two, I wasn’t about to squat. I felt that was near impossible in the condition I was in. I gave them a little guff saying “why do I need to do this, I know my water broke…I had a huge gush of water, and I’m not about to squat”. They said they needed to make sure what was coming out so they told me to put a towel on the floor and put a white paper towel over that so I could tell them the color of what was coming out. So I did what the midwife ordered and to my surprise I was able to squat just fine. She told me to bare down and tell her the color of what was coming out. Brock let them know that it was a pinkish color with some white-ish stuff in it and they said ok ya come in now! This was about 2:40 in the morning, about an hour after my water had broke. They told me that it would take them about an hour to get there and to meet them there at 3:40, but then she changed her mind and said meet us there at 3:20. So I went into the living room and waited for a couple minutes and had a couple of pressure waves and asked brock to give me a blessing and then we left. I was DREADING getting in the car because I was so much more uncomfortable sitting at this point during my pressure waves but just as we left, my pressure waves actually eased up a bit during the car ride thank goodness! I was starting to get a little bit nervous that I might have this baby in the car so after the vision of that flashed through my mind, I said a quick prayer that that would not happen! The roads were barren of course at this time of the morning, so you would think that with a laboring passenger Brock would have stepped on the gas a little, but no….my staunch husband who rarely drives over 75 was sure to keep the speed limit J. Little stinker. In fact there was a red light that we hit once we got off the freeway and I wanted to tell him to go through the freakin light, but then a car came so I didn’t.

              We made it to the birth center right about 3:25am. First thing, they wanted to check the baby’s heart rate and wanted to check me to see how far along I was. At this point I was having two pressure waves back to back, and then I would have a break of a few minutes so my midwife wanted to wait until that break to check me. The way it works on the student program that we were on, the midwife checks you first and then has the student midwife check you. When the midwife checked me she had a hard time finding my cervix (because unbeknownst to us it was fully effaced and dilated!) so when the student midwife checked she also had a hard time. At this time (right in the middle of the exam) I started having very vocal (my vocal was a deep grunting type of noise) pushing contractions so she immediately ended the exam and told me that I was fully dilated and ready to go! At this point they asked me if I wanted to have a water birth (I was still undecided about that until I got in the shower at home and felt how relieving and nice it was) and I told them yes and they started the bath. I had a whole birth plan written out that I had done weeks earlier with the expectation that I would have time to give it to them but that didn’t happen because things started happening so quickly once we got to the birth center! The birthing suite was upstairs, and at that point I had to get up there somehow. This seemed, at the time, to be an impossible task. I told them, I don’t think I can get up there. Looking back, I think this is when I hit transformation. Just as I made my way up the stairs my contractions eased up again and I had no issues getting up the stairs with Brocks help. I waited for the bath to fill the rest of the way and got right in. It was SO nice. I will definitely be having water births from here on out. It is so calming and helps so much with the pressure you are feeling in your lower body! Brock text my doula and our photographer saying “ Leave now! Not sure if you will make it!”

           And the pushing began!
          I stared having pushing pressure waves and they were intense! My body completely took over and just started bearing down and pushing! I was breathing very deeply and somewhat vocal. When you hear people talk about their natural births they frequently use the term primal in describing the noises they make during labor. My way of vocalizing was a sort of deep grunting sound I guess. My first position in the bath was a sitting position. I was in this position for a couple of minutes and then they had me change positions to hands and knees. This position was not allowing me to open and relax and I was doing the very opposite, and squeezing and tightening everything up while pushing. After a couple minutes of this, they could see that I was not opening everything up, my hips and legs and everything, I was just clenching up, so they had me change positions once more, this time to a semi sitting position. I’m not really sure how to explain that one.

my midwife giving some counter pressure on my back

          The midwives were just encouraging me and telling me that I was doing great. I was totally in the zone! I had no idea what was going on around me. Another midwife showed up as well as my doula and I had no idea until my doula came right up next to my head and started giving me hypno ques.  Brock had pulled out our hypnobabies “pushing baby out” soundtrack and had that playing and was askin g me what I needed and giving me water and helping me wher ehe could.  I was just so intently focused on what I was doing. ! I was letting my pressure waves do all of the work and my midwife told me that I needed to push through the pressure wave. I finally figured out what that meant, and my pushing became much more effective. Then came the ring of fire…she was crowning! I have read countless birth stories, and I always heard that term ring of fire and wondered what that would be like and it was just that, a ring of fire. It was like a stretching burning feeling. It was at that point that I actually thought I was feeling pain (for the first time through all my birthing time!). I remember saying oww a few times during those few seconds but looking back, I don’t think I was actually feeling pain, just that immense burning feeling and had to vocalize the discomfort somehow! The midwife said I see a lot of hair!! Which was a total shock to me. I thought for sure we would have a baldy come out!. Once her head was out the midwife went in and shimmied her shoulders out and after a total of 7 minutesof pushing, our baby was here! The midwife pulled her out of the water and immediately put her on my chest. It took us a few seconds to realize we still didn’t know if we had a boy or a girl so I took a quick peek. IT’S A GIRL!!!  I felt an immense sense of accomplishment and said “I did it!” Brock was right there to give me a kiss and look at our beautiful little baby girl!  I just kept saying is she ok? Is she ok?

           When babies are born in the water, generally they don’t cry right away because the transition from mother to water to being outside it much less traumatic on the baby then coming straight from the mother to the outside so she didn’t immediately cry. She did have a little trouble getting going though. She was pretty purple when she came out, which is normal to an extent, but she had a lot of mucus in her mouth and nose so the midwife wanted to start working on her to get her breathing better. I sat in the bath for a few minutes (I’m not really sure how long it was), but they wanted me to get to the bed so they could get to her better. They gave me a homeopathic to help the placenta pass and as I started to get out of the tub, It came right out. I didn’t even have to push it out and didn’t feel any contractions. We wanted to make sure the cord had stopped pulsing before it was cut so once that happened brock cut the cord and I made my way out of the bath and onto the bed.

cutting the cord

          The next 45 or so minutes were spent clearing out her nose and mouth and getting her breathing under control. She had to have some oxygen given to her and that helped and she started to pink up and breath better. Most of this was done with her on my chest but some of it was done on the bed. This certainly wasn’t ideal, but the midwives were so great and I never felt worried and was completely confident in their care. I did have a couple small tears so at this point they got me stitched up. I remember the midwife apologizing that they had to do that, because of the pain I guess? But I just chuckled thinking, I just had a baby with no drugs! What do you think is going to be so bad that I can’t handle after what I just did!

Once she became more stable, I was able to try nursing her. They gave us about an hour to ourselves to just take in our new little baby, and then they came in and did her wellness check. She was a perfect little baby! She weighed 8 LBS 6 OZ and was 21” long! She had a full head of crazy hair! We were shocked that it wasn’t red, but more the color of Brocks hair!

Things happened and progressed so quickly that my photographer didn’t make it to the birth so we only got a few (blurry pics) but to tell you the truth, I am ok with that because I’m not so sure that I would have liked to see me in them! I wasn’t one of those beautiful beaming bright birthing mothers. I had makeup all up under my eyes, I was a hot mess so I am ok with what we got!
We stayed at the birth center for about three hours after she was stable, sent out all the announcement texts, called brocks mom and told her how it all went, and then headed home with our new little bundle of joy!!

My feelings on how my natural un medicated birth went:
          It was perfect. I’m not sure I could have asked for a better experience. My hypno tools helped me tremendously and although I did experience immense pressure and discomfort, I was never really in pain. I am walking proof that a painless birth is possible and that my friends is amazing! I was in active labor for just over 7 hours and pushed for a mere 7 minutes! Brock was so amazing, supportive, helpful and encouraging! I wanted to (and still do) shout it from the rooftops that having a baby can be an enjoyable experience. That you don’t have to be scared and in pain and screaming and need drugs to get you through it. I feel like I can do anything after that experience. I have joined a very small percent of women who birthed their babies naturally with out any medical interventions. I did it. No one else. ME! It was a beautiful experience and I can’t wait for the next one!! J

And withour further adieu……

If you made it this far...thanks for reading my novel of a post!! 

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Life lessons


           I just taught london about winter....
                  Hence the concerned look!

Saturday, November 23, 2013

brickyard buffalo

the world map poster is on sale right now for 25% off on 
Brickyard  Buffalo!
it will be up for two more days so click the pic below to get yours!!
shipping is only $2 or if you are local you can pick it up!

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

birth announcement

here are the birth announcements i created for London.
can't decide which i like better!


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