I'm switching it up a bit and posting a food blog. Yesterday was one of my first full days of maternity leave, so I decided to spend it baking rather than cleaning house like I intended... shh don't tell Justin :). Our garden isn't doing the greatest this year because of the weather the way it's been, but our zucchini and squash plants are thriving and spewing out fruits the size of my leg overnight.
I decided to make bread and muffins, a) because I love it, and b) because I figured it would make great labor snacks for me and also for Justin and our midwives. I read in a few different places that a woman in labor burns an amount of calories equivalent to a fifty-mile hike. Yikes! Yeah, I think I'm gonna need some nourishment during this event. Why a lot of hospitals don't let laboring women eat or drink is beyond me... But that's beside the point!
So I got creative with a recipe I found online and changed it up so much that I now feel comfortable calling it my own. So I decided to share it with you, horray!
Jami's Zucchini Muffins
Ingredients:
3 cups flour
1 tsp salt
1 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp baking powder
1 tbsp cinnamon
1 tsp nutmeg
3 eggs
1 cup white sugar
1 cup brown sugar
3 tsp vanilla extract
1 tbsp honey
1 cup vegetable oil
3 cups grated zucchini
~optional:
1-2 cup(s) chocolate chips (I prefer Ghiradelli, mmmm)
or
2 cup(s) chopped walnuts or pecans
or
1-2 cup(s) mix of raisins, dried cranberries, dried cherries, granola, nuts of your choice (I had a bag of "Energy Trail Mix" at home that had all these things in it and I decided to throw it into a batch of muffins. Fortunately it ended up tasting great!)
Directions:
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees
2. Sift together flour, salt, baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon, and nutmeg.
3. Beat eggs. Add and mix well sugars, vanilla, honey, and oil. Add zucchini to the wet ingredients. 4. Add the dry ingredients and mix well. Stir in your choice of optional ingredients - my favorite are the chocolate chips and pecans!
5. Pour into non-stick muffin cups or mini loaf pans. Bake for 30 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the middle comes out clean. Mine actually are done in about 20-25 minutes, but that's because my oven runs hot. The mini loaves usually take longer, but I haven't really gauged the time yet, I just keep my eye on them until I can stick a knife in and pull it out clean.
Enjoy!
... or Step 6, go into labor, and eat them all! Well, I haven't followed that step yet, but hopefully it's just around the corner. And I probably shouldn't eat them all, since I have over three dozen muffins and about 8 loaves already. And about 10 more zucchinis/squashes to do something with. By the way, smooth yellow squash is interchangeable with the green zucchini, so if you have more of one or the other either one works in the bread.
That's all for now, happy baking!
Friday, July 8, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
We're in the Home Stretch!
Well, yesterday marked exactly one month til the due date... I can't believe how quickly this flew by! I remember before I got pregnant I would say things like these would be the slowest nine months of my life because I would absolutely hate it and I'd make the worst pregnant person ever. I'm so glad I was wrong! It turned out to be a lot easier than I thought, and in some ways kinda fun! I haven't let it hinder my lifestyle too much - it's really hard not being able to do simple things like pick something up off the floor or lift/move large objects, but other than that I've gone to my fair share of wedding receptions and danced all night, I've still gone out with friends and had some great times, and still been my same old self for the most part. It's odd though because while I feel I haven't changed that much, there are still some of those friends that have just completely vanished from my life since I got pregnant... but I've learned from other "pregos" and new mamas that that happens to all of us - you really do learn who your true friends are. Somehow I'm okay with it... I've gotten to the point where nothing is more important to me than my new family now.
So pregnancy isn't a bad experience after all, but there are those who have told me I'm going to miss it when it's over. I'm beginning to find that oddly enough I'm a minority in thinking that's crazy, how could I miss this? While these past eight months have been fairly easy for me, I can't see myself missing not being able to lean forward or bend down comfortably, walk comfortably, lift things, the swollen feet, the swollen EVERYthing, this large protrusion in the way of everything I try to reach for, getting easily exhausted, not being able to lay on my belly, having to pee all the time, etc., etc., etc.... Yeah, I am to the point where I can honestly say I'm done doing this now. It's been an amazing journey and an incredible learning experience, but I'm kinda worn out. And I can relate to those that say they love being pregnant, but I can't understand missing it... I don't believe you!! haha :) But, regardless, I am taking into consideration the words of the people who say they do miss it, and I'm trying to savor these final days of pregnancy rather than complain about them too much. I'm especially savoring all his kicking and stretching and wiggling, as that is definitely a very cool experience, and might possibly be the ONLY part I might find myself "missing" when it's over. But it's just going to be so much cooler to WATCH him kicking and stretching and wiggling on the outside, though! :)
Since Father's Day is this Sunday I wanted to give a little shout-out to dads too. Those of us gals who are able to say their children have a good one are truly blessed! I'm including myself in that category for sure, heck I'll run for president of the Wives with Husbands who are Great Dads Club! Harlee isn't even technically here yet and Justin has already proven to be an awesome dad. I can't get over how fortunate I am... It's fun to hear different people's remarks about how Justin might just have more of a "pregnancy glow" than I do, and how he's just so excited and whips out ultrasound pictures every chance he gets everywhere he goes, and all the other good things people have to say about him whenever they run into him out and about. And it's true at home too. He's been so involved in this journey with me every step of the way, it's like I truly got to share this pregnancy with him and it was a team effort, rather than just me doing all the work. I think that's one of the major reasons I've enjoyed being pregnant, too. At first, before I really wrapped my head around everything, I was kinda bitter that we women really get the "shaft" - we have to alter our lifestyles, our bodies have to change drastically, our hormones have to be thrown completely out of whack, and what do men have to do? Sit back and watch and continue on as normal. Well I quickly found out that Justin wasn't just going to sit back and watch. Heck, he's even got some of his own stretch marks on his "sympathy belly" to match mine! :) Thanks to him, my mindset quickly shifted into a more positive one, and I've been able to look at this as the incredible journey that it is, and consider myself lucky that I get to embark on it, rather than continue to feel bitter about it. I'm definitely very blessed to have such a fantastic partner, and Harlee and any future sibling he may have is very blessed to have him as a daddy. He's planning on taking at least two weeks off from work after Harlee is born to stay home and help out, and while I'm bracing myself for these to be the hardest weeks of my life as we adjust to caring for a newborn, I'm still really looking forward to them. It'll just be another step in the journey, another chapter in our book, and another opportunity for me to step back and look at my life and say, yes, I'm really lucky. And to all you women who can relate to what I'm saying, high five! We sure know how to pick 'em! :) ♥
So pregnancy isn't a bad experience after all, but there are those who have told me I'm going to miss it when it's over. I'm beginning to find that oddly enough I'm a minority in thinking that's crazy, how could I miss this? While these past eight months have been fairly easy for me, I can't see myself missing not being able to lean forward or bend down comfortably, walk comfortably, lift things, the swollen feet, the swollen EVERYthing, this large protrusion in the way of everything I try to reach for, getting easily exhausted, not being able to lay on my belly, having to pee all the time, etc., etc., etc.... Yeah, I am to the point where I can honestly say I'm done doing this now. It's been an amazing journey and an incredible learning experience, but I'm kinda worn out. And I can relate to those that say they love being pregnant, but I can't understand missing it... I don't believe you!! haha :) But, regardless, I am taking into consideration the words of the people who say they do miss it, and I'm trying to savor these final days of pregnancy rather than complain about them too much. I'm especially savoring all his kicking and stretching and wiggling, as that is definitely a very cool experience, and might possibly be the ONLY part I might find myself "missing" when it's over. But it's just going to be so much cooler to WATCH him kicking and stretching and wiggling on the outside, though! :)
Since Father's Day is this Sunday I wanted to give a little shout-out to dads too. Those of us gals who are able to say their children have a good one are truly blessed! I'm including myself in that category for sure, heck I'll run for president of the Wives with Husbands who are Great Dads Club! Harlee isn't even technically here yet and Justin has already proven to be an awesome dad. I can't get over how fortunate I am... It's fun to hear different people's remarks about how Justin might just have more of a "pregnancy glow" than I do, and how he's just so excited and whips out ultrasound pictures every chance he gets everywhere he goes, and all the other good things people have to say about him whenever they run into him out and about. And it's true at home too. He's been so involved in this journey with me every step of the way, it's like I truly got to share this pregnancy with him and it was a team effort, rather than just me doing all the work. I think that's one of the major reasons I've enjoyed being pregnant, too. At first, before I really wrapped my head around everything, I was kinda bitter that we women really get the "shaft" - we have to alter our lifestyles, our bodies have to change drastically, our hormones have to be thrown completely out of whack, and what do men have to do? Sit back and watch and continue on as normal. Well I quickly found out that Justin wasn't just going to sit back and watch. Heck, he's even got some of his own stretch marks on his "sympathy belly" to match mine! :) Thanks to him, my mindset quickly shifted into a more positive one, and I've been able to look at this as the incredible journey that it is, and consider myself lucky that I get to embark on it, rather than continue to feel bitter about it. I'm definitely very blessed to have such a fantastic partner, and Harlee and any future sibling he may have is very blessed to have him as a daddy. He's planning on taking at least two weeks off from work after Harlee is born to stay home and help out, and while I'm bracing myself for these to be the hardest weeks of my life as we adjust to caring for a newborn, I'm still really looking forward to them. It'll just be another step in the journey, another chapter in our book, and another opportunity for me to step back and look at my life and say, yes, I'm really lucky. And to all you women who can relate to what I'm saying, high five! We sure know how to pick 'em! :) ♥
Friday, May 27, 2011
Taking Responsibility
So I'm sitting here on the couch watching Harlee squirm and stretch from the inside, daydreaming about the day he'll be doing that on the outside, wondering what he'll look like and sound like and feel like in my arms... I can't believe the due date is only 7 weeks away!! And he could even arrive sooner than that! I've read statistics that pregnant women who take Juice Plus throughout their pregnancy as their prenatal "vitamins" usually always carry their babies to term, meaning 37-40 weeks, and usually not any later. I've been taking it regularly, and loving it too I must say - I really believe I owe my easy, healthy pregnancy to it! I'm considering getting into selling it too, but that'll come later on... I've got way too many other things to think about! Like the arrival of this child and the fact that 7 weeks is not a lot of time, especially considering that it could be less than that. I also read that women who get regular chiropractic adjustments throughout pregnancy usually don't wind up carrying late either. Well I've been going weekly since January, and I really think that's contributing to how good I feel too! Harlee's head down and ready to go, so my fears of him being breech are at ease. I'm also excited because I've learned that the spinal nerves that feed the uterus have the chance to be much more open and functioning at their best when the vertebrae surrounding them are in proper alignment, resulting in quicker, easier labors. Horray! I really hope that holds true!
I read an awesome line from Painless Childbirth by Guiditta Tornetta that I want to share:
God would not have made you capable of bringing into this world a child if the only way to do it was through excruciating pain. Birth is our Divine right; it is the one moment when every woman becomes one with the Creator. Focusing on this oneness with God in any occasion will allow the sensation of pain to dissipate because there can't be pain where God is.
How beautiful is that? It just gave me that much more confidence that yes, of course I can do this! Anyone can do this! We were created to do this! And I'm honored to have the opportunity to experience it in its fullest.
Last night Justin and I did our homework for our childbirth class, Naturally Prepared, which is a class designed for parents planning an out-of-hospital birth. I love this class because we don't focus on what drugs are available or talk about any hospital procedures, instead we get an education on the hormones that are at work in a laboring body and the muscles responding to them and different ways to work together as partners to birth our baby easily and smoothly. I'm so blessed to have found this class. And as I was saying, we have homework each week, which has become an excellent bonding experience for Justin and I, giving us the chance to talk about our expectations and desires and even fears (sure beats sitting in front of the TV watching the Outdoor Channel!!). This week our homework was to watch Orgasmic Birth, a documentary on women who have transcended the element of pain in their birthing experience, and why that's possible. You probably just read that title and said, "Oh my, what a bold title for a documentary..." or something to that effect. Or at least that's how I responded when I first heard about it! "Orgasmic" birth? That might be a bit over the top! But no, it was actually very beautifully put together, and talked about how your baby should be birthed into the world the same way he or she was created - in privacy, quiet, dimmed lights, an intimate and loving setting with just you and your partner, and only accompanied by people you feel comfortable with and trust to assist you in this journey, with no interruptions. While watching this Justin and I felt, once again, so grateful to know that this is the exact setting we're going to be able to have for the birth of Harlee. Specialists were interviewed and talked about how important it is to NOT have interruptions, and they shared their knowledge about the human body, and how a laboring woman needs to be left to be in her "zone" so that her body can do the work it needs to do. She needs to be allowed to take her time, and reach her destination at her own pace. At a hospital, you have constant interruptions, fetal monitoring, questions being asked, your cervix being checked, your vitals being monitored, and for some reason a time limit on everything - some hospitals are a little more lenient with how long a woman is in labor, but some are ready to administer drugs to speed things up after only ten hours! That seems a bit hasty... The movie then showed a few hospital births, one that resulted in an epidural and the other resulted in a c-section. It was so frustrating watching these women just surrender to the doctors. "Well, the doctor says this is what's best for my baby, and I want to do what's best for my baby." Did she not once stop to think, wait a minute, I've carried this baby in me for nine months, certainly I'M the only who knows what's best for my baby? Women aren't given the chance to allow their intuition to do the job it was meant to do, and by God we most certainly have an intuition! I can't imagine where I'd be if I hadn't been tuned into mine all along... And we ALL have it! It's a powerful tool that's going to assist us through the rest of this child's life, why not use it from the very beginning? That's another thing that frustrated me - we are responsible for the children we carry and raise. I am responsible for Harlee, as he is my son. I will see to it that he is fed healthy meals, that he gets proper exercise, that he has clothes on his back and a roof over his head, a tub to bathe in and good role models to learn from. He is my responsibility from now until the next eighteen years of his life. Shouldn't I take full responsibility for him in these nine months? Of course! I chose not to drink alcohol, I don't mess with drugs anyway but I also avoided any pharmaceutical drugs, I did my best to eat healthy and exercise, and like I said I've been seeing a chiropractor and also getting regular prenatal massages. Everything I do reflects on him, everything I consume he consumes. I am directly responsible for his well-being right now as he is growing inside me. So when he is born, am I not responsible for that critical moment of his life too? Shouldn't I continue to avoid drugs? Shouldn't I be completely and totally tuned into my body to know what's best for him and his safe arrival? This is not the time to relinquish my control of the situation to any "medical professionals" that think they know what's best for me or my child! Certainly they are good to have there if a complication arises, and I hope to have someone I can trust make the right decisions if I am faced with a complication, but while everything is flowing smoothly, I will labor as long as Harlee needs to make his entrance, I will continue to choose not to put drugs in my body as I did throughout these 9 months with him because he is still part of me and will also feel the effects of those drugs, contrary to most beliefs., and I will make sure he enters into a joyful environment and remains in the safety of his parents' arms immediately after his birth and for as long as he needs to be there afterwards. I apologize for getting on my soap box about the drug thing, that's probably a controversial subject, but from what I learned I just can't imagine numbing myself at a time when I need these sensory nerves to be functioning at their best! It's like the doctor on Orgasmic Birth said - if you numbed your feet, and then were expected to walk, it's going to become a very difficult journey for you! That's exactly what's going on here - you're on a journey, how are you going to reach your destination smoothly if you're numb to the experience?
One last thing. Now that word is getting out about our decision to have an out-of-hospital birth, a lot of people are asking me and Justin the same questions - "What if something goes wrong?" Well, if that happens, we'll be transferred to a hospital. But odds are for us that nothing will go wrong. Statistics show that when left to have a completely natural birth, only 10% of women have any sort of complications during it that would require a hospital's attention. But unfortunately those other 90% of women are birthing in hospitals to begin with, where they are constantly being checked, interrupted, asked questions, and due to all of that their labor is slowed down, which then results in doctors wanting to administer drugs to speed things up, and then a vicious cycle has begun, because the drugs to speed things up make everything more painful, and therefore mom wants an epidural, and after so many drugs and so much time, the baby goes into fetal distress and then it's time for an emergency c-section. Sadly, then, mom and dad say "Oh thank God we were at the hospital, our baby would have died if we hadn't been!" when in fact it was the hospital that created the problem in the first place. So that being said, I firmly believe we won't have any trouble. And if I happen to be one of the 10% of women who do wind up with some sort of complication, I will still take full responsibility for the decisions that are made for me and my baby's well-being at the hospital. As well any mother should.
Alright, I feel good having gotten that out! I know I can get very opinionated so hopefully nobody takes anything personally - I'm just trying to provide a bit of an education to anyone who is embarking on the beautiful journey of bringing another human life into the world. And hopefully inspire people to embrace what their bodies are designed to do, and to do it beautifully! :)
I read an awesome line from Painless Childbirth by Guiditta Tornetta that I want to share:
God would not have made you capable of bringing into this world a child if the only way to do it was through excruciating pain. Birth is our Divine right; it is the one moment when every woman becomes one with the Creator. Focusing on this oneness with God in any occasion will allow the sensation of pain to dissipate because there can't be pain where God is.
How beautiful is that? It just gave me that much more confidence that yes, of course I can do this! Anyone can do this! We were created to do this! And I'm honored to have the opportunity to experience it in its fullest.
Last night Justin and I did our homework for our childbirth class, Naturally Prepared, which is a class designed for parents planning an out-of-hospital birth. I love this class because we don't focus on what drugs are available or talk about any hospital procedures, instead we get an education on the hormones that are at work in a laboring body and the muscles responding to them and different ways to work together as partners to birth our baby easily and smoothly. I'm so blessed to have found this class. And as I was saying, we have homework each week, which has become an excellent bonding experience for Justin and I, giving us the chance to talk about our expectations and desires and even fears (sure beats sitting in front of the TV watching the Outdoor Channel!!). This week our homework was to watch Orgasmic Birth, a documentary on women who have transcended the element of pain in their birthing experience, and why that's possible. You probably just read that title and said, "Oh my, what a bold title for a documentary..." or something to that effect. Or at least that's how I responded when I first heard about it! "Orgasmic" birth? That might be a bit over the top! But no, it was actually very beautifully put together, and talked about how your baby should be birthed into the world the same way he or she was created - in privacy, quiet, dimmed lights, an intimate and loving setting with just you and your partner, and only accompanied by people you feel comfortable with and trust to assist you in this journey, with no interruptions. While watching this Justin and I felt, once again, so grateful to know that this is the exact setting we're going to be able to have for the birth of Harlee. Specialists were interviewed and talked about how important it is to NOT have interruptions, and they shared their knowledge about the human body, and how a laboring woman needs to be left to be in her "zone" so that her body can do the work it needs to do. She needs to be allowed to take her time, and reach her destination at her own pace. At a hospital, you have constant interruptions, fetal monitoring, questions being asked, your cervix being checked, your vitals being monitored, and for some reason a time limit on everything - some hospitals are a little more lenient with how long a woman is in labor, but some are ready to administer drugs to speed things up after only ten hours! That seems a bit hasty... The movie then showed a few hospital births, one that resulted in an epidural and the other resulted in a c-section. It was so frustrating watching these women just surrender to the doctors. "Well, the doctor says this is what's best for my baby, and I want to do what's best for my baby." Did she not once stop to think, wait a minute, I've carried this baby in me for nine months, certainly I'M the only who knows what's best for my baby? Women aren't given the chance to allow their intuition to do the job it was meant to do, and by God we most certainly have an intuition! I can't imagine where I'd be if I hadn't been tuned into mine all along... And we ALL have it! It's a powerful tool that's going to assist us through the rest of this child's life, why not use it from the very beginning? That's another thing that frustrated me - we are responsible for the children we carry and raise. I am responsible for Harlee, as he is my son. I will see to it that he is fed healthy meals, that he gets proper exercise, that he has clothes on his back and a roof over his head, a tub to bathe in and good role models to learn from. He is my responsibility from now until the next eighteen years of his life. Shouldn't I take full responsibility for him in these nine months? Of course! I chose not to drink alcohol, I don't mess with drugs anyway but I also avoided any pharmaceutical drugs, I did my best to eat healthy and exercise, and like I said I've been seeing a chiropractor and also getting regular prenatal massages. Everything I do reflects on him, everything I consume he consumes. I am directly responsible for his well-being right now as he is growing inside me. So when he is born, am I not responsible for that critical moment of his life too? Shouldn't I continue to avoid drugs? Shouldn't I be completely and totally tuned into my body to know what's best for him and his safe arrival? This is not the time to relinquish my control of the situation to any "medical professionals" that think they know what's best for me or my child! Certainly they are good to have there if a complication arises, and I hope to have someone I can trust make the right decisions if I am faced with a complication, but while everything is flowing smoothly, I will labor as long as Harlee needs to make his entrance, I will continue to choose not to put drugs in my body as I did throughout these 9 months with him because he is still part of me and will also feel the effects of those drugs, contrary to most beliefs., and I will make sure he enters into a joyful environment and remains in the safety of his parents' arms immediately after his birth and for as long as he needs to be there afterwards. I apologize for getting on my soap box about the drug thing, that's probably a controversial subject, but from what I learned I just can't imagine numbing myself at a time when I need these sensory nerves to be functioning at their best! It's like the doctor on Orgasmic Birth said - if you numbed your feet, and then were expected to walk, it's going to become a very difficult journey for you! That's exactly what's going on here - you're on a journey, how are you going to reach your destination smoothly if you're numb to the experience?
One last thing. Now that word is getting out about our decision to have an out-of-hospital birth, a lot of people are asking me and Justin the same questions - "What if something goes wrong?" Well, if that happens, we'll be transferred to a hospital. But odds are for us that nothing will go wrong. Statistics show that when left to have a completely natural birth, only 10% of women have any sort of complications during it that would require a hospital's attention. But unfortunately those other 90% of women are birthing in hospitals to begin with, where they are constantly being checked, interrupted, asked questions, and due to all of that their labor is slowed down, which then results in doctors wanting to administer drugs to speed things up, and then a vicious cycle has begun, because the drugs to speed things up make everything more painful, and therefore mom wants an epidural, and after so many drugs and so much time, the baby goes into fetal distress and then it's time for an emergency c-section. Sadly, then, mom and dad say "Oh thank God we were at the hospital, our baby would have died if we hadn't been!" when in fact it was the hospital that created the problem in the first place. So that being said, I firmly believe we won't have any trouble. And if I happen to be one of the 10% of women who do wind up with some sort of complication, I will still take full responsibility for the decisions that are made for me and my baby's well-being at the hospital. As well any mother should.
Alright, I feel good having gotten that out! I know I can get very opinionated so hopefully nobody takes anything personally - I'm just trying to provide a bit of an education to anyone who is embarking on the beautiful journey of bringing another human life into the world. And hopefully inspire people to embrace what their bodies are designed to do, and to do it beautifully! :)
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
That's right folks, our little guy will NOT be born in a hospital!
Yep, you heard me right. Harlee Dennis Papenberg will be entering into a safe, warm, comforting environment free of drugs, strangers' hands, bright lights, or any kind of medical interventions. The first hands to touch him will be his mom and dad's, and their skin will be the main surface he'll be in contact with for the first hours of his life outside the womb. Nothing will be rubbed into his eyes, his heels will not be pricked, he'll be left completely in the care of his parents, and our privacy will be respected as we settle in as a family.
I am so excited I could just jump up and down... if jumping up and down were a comfortable thing to do right now! So just pretend :)
If you've read my previous posts, you've joined me a little bit on my journey of frustration with modern medicine, doctors offices, rude nurses, and unnecessary routines. Plus listened to, if not shared in, my frustration of being treated like a number and a medical patient rather than a woman experiencing one of the most life-changing, pivotal transformations in her existence - which happens to be a completely natural course of events rather than a medical situation.
I've questioned for awhile why babies need to be born in hospitals. Babies who have no real issues that need to be addressed, being born to mothers who are, for the most part, healthy. Aren't hospitals for sick people? Or broken people? Or dying people? I'm not sick or broken and I'm certainly not dying... And according to this rambunctious fetus in me, he's certainly not sick or dying either. Hasn't birth been a natural part of, well, nature, since the dawn of humanity? That was, like, millions of years ago! I'm pretty sure there weren't hospitals back then... and I'm pretty sure birthing a baby now is the same as birthing a baby was millions of years ago. Except now we know a little more about what's going on in that ever growing belly we pregnant women sport for nine months.
And since that information is available, I decided to get my hands on it. What is going on inside of me, exactly? And why is it all of a sudden necessary to have a baby in an environment where people normally go to get cured or fixed of some problem, when having a baby is not something that needs to be cured or fixed because it's really not a problem? The human race made it this far, and it started millions of years ago by women birthing the next generations into existence, and doing so in caves and fields, and then after that in the comfort of their own homes. Obviously those births worked just fine by not happening in a hospital, otherwise, well, we wouldn't be here today would we?
Thank goodness for modern medicine in a lot of cases, yes - I've seen first hand that not all pregnancies and births can be perfect, and sometimes things go wrong and women are faced with situations where having the availability of a good hospital and knowledgeable doctors is a true blessing. But that's just when hospitals are necessary - when things go wrong. Birth, in its true, natural form, is not wrong. The human race's increased knowledge is also a true blessing, because unlike our ancestors who started out by having their mothers or members of their community being the only people there to assist a birth, we now have people who specialize in this truly amazing experience, who know what's going on in the human body and how to handle any minor complications that may arise, and can provide trustworthy assistance through the whole experience. "But isn't that a doctor?" you might ask. Sure, doctors are knowledgeable, but the problem with doctors is that most of them forget that this is a very personal , life-changing experience for the woman and the family, and they also have gotten to a point where their fear of lawsuits is greater than their desire to give the pregnant woman the personal experience she deserves and desires. As you've read, I experienced this first-hand, and a lot of other people have in some way too, I'm sure. My biggest problem with doctors is that the whole person is not being treated. Just the "issue" at hand in its physical form. The whole person includes the spirit and emotions and mentality of this person too, not just what they're physically experiencing. And so many doctors use their scare tactics - "Oh, better get the H1N1 vaccine, women have died or lost their babies because of the flu!" or "We need to issue this test, even though you don't show any signs or symptoms of having what we're testing you for, because if you DO have it your baby could die!" blah blah blah. Does hearing this crap really make you feel good? It doesn't make me feel good. Aren't we supposed to make this a happy event, and stay positive the whole way through? I want to, apparently I'm alone in this for some reason...
So rather than a doctor, I wanted a midwife. As you know, I found a group practicing in Maryville. Unfortunately they're all affiliated with Anderson Hospital and work under supervision of the OB-GYNs up there, so in essence I'm still having to go to a doctor and birth my baby in a hospital. Only plus-side is that the midwife was the kind of person who was supportive of the natural course of events a birth takes, because it's a natural event. But knowing that there were other people I'd have to deal with, coming in and out of the room while I'm trying to manage labor, with attitudes like the nurse had that I dealt with during the GTT incident, I wasn't satisfied.
Also, I got a bit of an education, because of another question I had. Why is it that so many women I know went into their pregnancy and then into labor saying "I want to do this drug-free, I want the experience of a natural childbirth, I'm going to avoid the epidural!" and ultimately end up getting it, or worse, rushed into a c-section? Why aren't they able to keep to their word? What was the final breaking point? What do I need to do differently so that I CAN stay true to my word and have a natural childbirth?
So this is what I learned: being in a comfortable environment makes a world of difference. Going into labor with a positive attitude and a trust that everything is going to go well and knowing that this will pass, and when it does you will have your new bundle of joy in your arms and everything you experienced will be worth it, can really help make labor smooth. The hormones coursing through you to create contractions are free to flow, and the process is able to continue on. Enter any stress hormones into the picture, and they actually counteract the job the labor hormones are supposed to be doing. These stress hormones can come from fears you may have, or doctors and nurses bustling around ruining your focus on breathing through contractions or saying things that bring about fears or discomforts, or even routine exams or fetal monitoring or anything else happening to clutter up a what should be peaceful environment. Labor can slow to an excruciating crawl if mom doesn't feel content and at peace! This is usually when doctors want to administer Pitocin to speed things up a bit, and where you're faced with a choice of either going back on your word of wanting to have a drug-free birth, or go ahead and take it so you can "speed things up". Well really this just creates a lot of unnatural contractions. Your body falls out of sync, and this isn't the greatest thing to do to your baby, either. If your cervix isn't ready to open, these contractions are going to be very painful. This is usually when the epidural happens. And the epidural slows everything down. Not to mention, these drugs ARE going into your baby's body - that placenta is still in-tact and while it's still there doing its job, anything going into mom can go into baby. And I've been told all throughout my pregnancy to avoid drugs..... I'm still not entirely sure why they're okay at this point, but whatever. That's just my opinion. So now you need more Pitocin to get things speeding along again, and this is usually when you see a lot of fetal distress happening, or changes in mom's blood pressure, and things still aren't moving along fast enough, and when this happens, doctors like to suggest c-section. And it's labeled "Failure to Progress".
So, after reading this in multiple places, I realized if I want to achieve a natural birth, I need to be content in my environment. I know that's not going to happen in a hospital! I don't want to deal with nurses and doctors coming in and out, and I especially don't want to have to worry about arguing with any of them if they decide to do something that I feel is unnecessary. Besides, hospitals remind me of all the times I've been there to visit people who weren't well, and I don't want those memories associated with the ones I'm creating of my child's birth. And on top of that, I've had enough bad experiences with doctor's that I can't say I completely trust them, and I would be nervous being in their "care" throughout my birthing experience. This is a personal feeling, though - just a little something extra to feed my fire.
So we found a group of midwives in St. Louis that specialize in home births. Since home births are illegal in Illinois, we'll be traveling to a birthing facility they have set up across the river for people in similar situations as me, which is equipped with all the necessary amenities anyone would need for any possible complication that could arise.
Peace of mind at last!! These women share in all my beliefs and feelings about birth, have seen for themselves how interruptions and the hustle and bustle of hospitals can bring labors to a screeching halt, and treat me like a real person with real feelings rather than a "patient".
My favorite aspect of this whole thing: Making the baby was an intimate, private experience, so birthing the baby should be an intimate, private experience as well.
How true. And how beautiful, to have the privilege of experiencing it this way. I am the only person I know at this point who can say I am truly excited to experience labor and birth. I don't expect it to be a breeze, of course, but I am definitely ready to embrace what my body is capable of doing, and was built to do.
I am so excited I could just jump up and down... if jumping up and down were a comfortable thing to do right now! So just pretend :)
If you've read my previous posts, you've joined me a little bit on my journey of frustration with modern medicine, doctors offices, rude nurses, and unnecessary routines. Plus listened to, if not shared in, my frustration of being treated like a number and a medical patient rather than a woman experiencing one of the most life-changing, pivotal transformations in her existence - which happens to be a completely natural course of events rather than a medical situation.
I've questioned for awhile why babies need to be born in hospitals. Babies who have no real issues that need to be addressed, being born to mothers who are, for the most part, healthy. Aren't hospitals for sick people? Or broken people? Or dying people? I'm not sick or broken and I'm certainly not dying... And according to this rambunctious fetus in me, he's certainly not sick or dying either. Hasn't birth been a natural part of, well, nature, since the dawn of humanity? That was, like, millions of years ago! I'm pretty sure there weren't hospitals back then... and I'm pretty sure birthing a baby now is the same as birthing a baby was millions of years ago. Except now we know a little more about what's going on in that ever growing belly we pregnant women sport for nine months.
And since that information is available, I decided to get my hands on it. What is going on inside of me, exactly? And why is it all of a sudden necessary to have a baby in an environment where people normally go to get cured or fixed of some problem, when having a baby is not something that needs to be cured or fixed because it's really not a problem? The human race made it this far, and it started millions of years ago by women birthing the next generations into existence, and doing so in caves and fields, and then after that in the comfort of their own homes. Obviously those births worked just fine by not happening in a hospital, otherwise, well, we wouldn't be here today would we?
Thank goodness for modern medicine in a lot of cases, yes - I've seen first hand that not all pregnancies and births can be perfect, and sometimes things go wrong and women are faced with situations where having the availability of a good hospital and knowledgeable doctors is a true blessing. But that's just when hospitals are necessary - when things go wrong. Birth, in its true, natural form, is not wrong. The human race's increased knowledge is also a true blessing, because unlike our ancestors who started out by having their mothers or members of their community being the only people there to assist a birth, we now have people who specialize in this truly amazing experience, who know what's going on in the human body and how to handle any minor complications that may arise, and can provide trustworthy assistance through the whole experience. "But isn't that a doctor?" you might ask. Sure, doctors are knowledgeable, but the problem with doctors is that most of them forget that this is a very personal , life-changing experience for the woman and the family, and they also have gotten to a point where their fear of lawsuits is greater than their desire to give the pregnant woman the personal experience she deserves and desires. As you've read, I experienced this first-hand, and a lot of other people have in some way too, I'm sure. My biggest problem with doctors is that the whole person is not being treated. Just the "issue" at hand in its physical form. The whole person includes the spirit and emotions and mentality of this person too, not just what they're physically experiencing. And so many doctors use their scare tactics - "Oh, better get the H1N1 vaccine, women have died or lost their babies because of the flu!" or "We need to issue this test, even though you don't show any signs or symptoms of having what we're testing you for, because if you DO have it your baby could die!" blah blah blah. Does hearing this crap really make you feel good? It doesn't make me feel good. Aren't we supposed to make this a happy event, and stay positive the whole way through? I want to, apparently I'm alone in this for some reason...
So rather than a doctor, I wanted a midwife. As you know, I found a group practicing in Maryville. Unfortunately they're all affiliated with Anderson Hospital and work under supervision of the OB-GYNs up there, so in essence I'm still having to go to a doctor and birth my baby in a hospital. Only plus-side is that the midwife was the kind of person who was supportive of the natural course of events a birth takes, because it's a natural event. But knowing that there were other people I'd have to deal with, coming in and out of the room while I'm trying to manage labor, with attitudes like the nurse had that I dealt with during the GTT incident, I wasn't satisfied.
Also, I got a bit of an education, because of another question I had. Why is it that so many women I know went into their pregnancy and then into labor saying "I want to do this drug-free, I want the experience of a natural childbirth, I'm going to avoid the epidural!" and ultimately end up getting it, or worse, rushed into a c-section? Why aren't they able to keep to their word? What was the final breaking point? What do I need to do differently so that I CAN stay true to my word and have a natural childbirth?
So this is what I learned: being in a comfortable environment makes a world of difference. Going into labor with a positive attitude and a trust that everything is going to go well and knowing that this will pass, and when it does you will have your new bundle of joy in your arms and everything you experienced will be worth it, can really help make labor smooth. The hormones coursing through you to create contractions are free to flow, and the process is able to continue on. Enter any stress hormones into the picture, and they actually counteract the job the labor hormones are supposed to be doing. These stress hormones can come from fears you may have, or doctors and nurses bustling around ruining your focus on breathing through contractions or saying things that bring about fears or discomforts, or even routine exams or fetal monitoring or anything else happening to clutter up a what should be peaceful environment. Labor can slow to an excruciating crawl if mom doesn't feel content and at peace! This is usually when doctors want to administer Pitocin to speed things up a bit, and where you're faced with a choice of either going back on your word of wanting to have a drug-free birth, or go ahead and take it so you can "speed things up". Well really this just creates a lot of unnatural contractions. Your body falls out of sync, and this isn't the greatest thing to do to your baby, either. If your cervix isn't ready to open, these contractions are going to be very painful. This is usually when the epidural happens. And the epidural slows everything down. Not to mention, these drugs ARE going into your baby's body - that placenta is still in-tact and while it's still there doing its job, anything going into mom can go into baby. And I've been told all throughout my pregnancy to avoid drugs..... I'm still not entirely sure why they're okay at this point, but whatever. That's just my opinion. So now you need more Pitocin to get things speeding along again, and this is usually when you see a lot of fetal distress happening, or changes in mom's blood pressure, and things still aren't moving along fast enough, and when this happens, doctors like to suggest c-section. And it's labeled "Failure to Progress".
So, after reading this in multiple places, I realized if I want to achieve a natural birth, I need to be content in my environment. I know that's not going to happen in a hospital! I don't want to deal with nurses and doctors coming in and out, and I especially don't want to have to worry about arguing with any of them if they decide to do something that I feel is unnecessary. Besides, hospitals remind me of all the times I've been there to visit people who weren't well, and I don't want those memories associated with the ones I'm creating of my child's birth. And on top of that, I've had enough bad experiences with doctor's that I can't say I completely trust them, and I would be nervous being in their "care" throughout my birthing experience. This is a personal feeling, though - just a little something extra to feed my fire.
So we found a group of midwives in St. Louis that specialize in home births. Since home births are illegal in Illinois, we'll be traveling to a birthing facility they have set up across the river for people in similar situations as me, which is equipped with all the necessary amenities anyone would need for any possible complication that could arise.
Peace of mind at last!! These women share in all my beliefs and feelings about birth, have seen for themselves how interruptions and the hustle and bustle of hospitals can bring labors to a screeching halt, and treat me like a real person with real feelings rather than a "patient".
My favorite aspect of this whole thing: Making the baby was an intimate, private experience, so birthing the baby should be an intimate, private experience as well.
How true. And how beautiful, to have the privilege of experiencing it this way. I am the only person I know at this point who can say I am truly excited to experience labor and birth. I don't expect it to be a breeze, of course, but I am definitely ready to embrace what my body is capable of doing, and was built to do.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Modern "Medicine"
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a. The science of diagnosing, treating, or preventing disease and other damage to the body or mind.
Just in case you were wondering. I think the medical field needs to change its name, because nowhere does it say "treating symptoms because we're too lazy to dig deep enough to find the underlying problem". Plus they're kind of going against the last part - "preventing ... other damage to the body or mind". I dunno, maybe I'm the only one that hears the fast-talking voice at the end of the commercials talking about all the side-effects that sound to me like they're worse than the original problem. Or maybe I'm the only one who can ignore the smiling happy faces of the asthmatics who can now breathe or the insomniacs who can now sleep and hear them mention all the horrible things that could also happen to you while taking this drug... I don't get it :-(.
I'm a little upset right now. Well, maybe a lot upset, but I don't want to make myself sound TOO crazy... I've suppressed quite a bit of emotions about the medical field for many many years (letting out some of my angst to like-minded people, but preaching to the choir never got anyone very far so that's probably why I never feel any better). I'm not asking anyone to agree with me, but I do want to get some gears turning in some minds at least.
I got off the phone with the doctor's office I'm seeing for all my wonderful prenatal stuff. First of all I couldn't talk to my midwife, because according to the OB nurse I talked to they don't take personal phone calls... WTF? I'm seeing her for my personal pregnancy and my personal child and my personal business, so why can't she answer my personal questions? Off to a great start. So I asked her my question. Is the glucose tolerance test mandatory? I was told I'd have to take it at my next visit to screen for gestational diabetes. Now, I'm totally not opposed to being tested for that. I have no reason to believe I have it, but I understand the risks and complications that come along with having it so I'm open to being tested to be on the safe side. What I am opposed to, though, is consuming a 300+ calorie substance consisting of primarily of corn syrup that I KNOW will make me sick, because I know my body and that's how it reacts to mass quantities of sugar. Plus, I like to have control over what I consume. If I CHOOSE to eat a blizzard from Dairy Queen, that's my choice to put that sugar in me, I know what I'm doing, and I understand I will have the jitters for several hours afterward in exchange for a few minutes of guilty pleasure. I'm not choosing to drink this crap they "need" me to drink for the test, and I'm kinda angry that I'm stripped of my right to choose. And on top of that the nurse was not very friendly, saying that if I have gestational diabetes and I don't do anything about it because I don't know I have it, then my baby could DIE. Okay lady, shall I express how angry scare tactics make me too? And she goes on to explain that requiring it of all patients at this stage in their pregnancy is a standard of care, and they refuse to do anything substandard. To which I said good and I appreciate that, but what about honoring my requests as a mother and a patient? What about in the future with something I feel is truly serious, like vaccinations in infancy for example (something I refuse to partake in, let the child's immune system at least have SOME fighting chance and let it grow on its own first, I say), are my requests going to be honored then? Drinking this substance is not going to drastically harm me or my son, or at least I hope it won't, rather it'll just make me sick and possibly make him jittery to, but we're down to principle now. I'm offended that my requests are not going to be honored, and that my feelings are not going to be taken into account. There are other ways to test for diabetes, do a little homework and figure that out!
What annoys me too is that I'm one of very very few people who actually bother to question these things. I might go overboard with some things, but I take comfort in knowing that my health and well-being are completely in my hands. I do research, I do my homework, I learn things. I will not blindly trust a person in a labcoat. I'll take their suggestions as guidance and apply it to my personal situation. How can you completely trust doctors? Their knowledge comes from text books and personal case studies, but you are an individual, not a text book or the person they just saw last week. Your needs and health and body as a whole are different from the rest of the patients they see. And only you can know what's best for your body. Your doctor can suggest things, knowing it worked in the past, but only you can be certain it's the best idea. I wish more people knew how to trust their intuition. And better yet I wish more people would educate themselves before blindly trusting or following.
This is why I got into the field I got into, massage therapy right now but in general it's wellness, as I will be expanding further with and away from massage therapy in the future. Alternative wellness, non-invasive care, completely natural healing techniques. And even in my practice I understand that the tight neck muscles in the person I'm treating now could be caused by things entirely different than the person with tight neck muscles I saw last week. And I encourage my clients to guide me - if the pressure is too much, if pain is caused what kind it is, and how they feel about a technique I may be using. I don't know because I'm not you, only you know these things. I'm just facilitating the healing. It's your body getting better, I'm just encouraging it to get there!
Alright I guess I feel a little better. Again, these are my personal feelings, I don't ask anyone to agree with my choices or do what I do, I just ask that you take the extra time to learn and know what's best for your body as an individual, to trust your intuition, and to educate yourself before jumping right into following a request from your doctor or health care provider.
Monday, March 28, 2011
It's a BOY!!
This is so late, I know. So much for starting a blog and thinking I was going to write in it like once a week. Maybe I'll do better in the future! I can only try... But yes, Thursday the 24th of February we found out that little Peanut (who certainly is no "peanut" anymore!) is indeed a BOY!! I would say we were thrilled, but of course we would have been thrilled either way. But I guess there are different kinds of emotions that come with it either being a boy or a girl, so we just had lots of happy emotions about our little boy :).
I was so eager to get that ultrasound started, and Kelly, the nurse-midwife taking care of us for the ultrasound, was great with it, jokingly saying "So I shouldn't try to find the sex until after I've done all the measurements and everything, right?" after we came in there saying "WE WANT TO FIND OUT!!!" She made the experience fun, and explained all the different measurements she was taking. It was amazing all the different things you can see - she measured his brain, his heart, his blood flow and heart rate, and all kinds of other things I can't even really remember. He was 12oz at that visit, which was a little big for being about 20 weeks along... And the image was so clear, we could count all his fingers and toes right there on the screen! He's a little contortionist too - his whole body was completely folded in half, with his knees up in his chest and his feet wrapped over his head. But, after much searching, Kelly revealed this image:
That would definitely be little boy parts! Before Kelly said anything Justin shouts, "Is that a BOY!!??" And Kelly said, "I'd say so! No mistaking that!" For those of you wondering, this is a view looking right at his little butt, one leg stretched out and the other bent. I don't think that's a finger! Here's a little profile picture so you can see a little more than just his little boy junk :) :
We're naming him Harlee Dennis. Here's why: Dennis was definitely decided as the middle name, after Justin's late father, and after some thought and multiple disagreements on boy names, Justin suggested, "Let's pick something that starts with an H, so his initials would be 'HD' like Harley-Davidson!" Oh boy, I thought, of course he wants to name the poor kid after our hobby... And what H names are there that we like and/or haven't been used by someone we know? Not many... Until we both said, "Well, why not Harley?" And it turns out we actually both liked it. We tossed the thought around a little more, wondering if naming our kid after our pastime and our bike was really a good idea, but we really liked it and couldn't agree on anything else! So Harley it was. But then spelling was the next question. I'm Jami, which is commonly spelled Jamie, and I kind of like having something different like that. It's been frustrating at times, but all in all I really like having something a little unique about my name. Then we got to thinking, Harlee would be kind of neat, and doesn't seem to lose its masculinity by being spelled differently, and then the light bulb went off - ending it in "lee" is perfect, because Justin's middle name is Lee! And that was that, Harlee Dennis was decided and agreed upon :).
As for finding out the gender... I shared some thoughts in my last post and got some great comments from people on the subject, but I want to go into it a little more now that we DID find out. I am SO GLAD we did!!! I've been told I'm crazy, I'm ruining it, I'm spoiling the surprise, but these comments must be coming from people who haven't had the joy of experiencing it first hand. My mom even said it's like knowing what your Christmas presents are before you get to open them. I think now she would agree it's not quite like that :). As one friend commented in my last post and many other friends have said and I agree, the surprise isn't just in the gender when he/she is born, it's in what the baby looks like, feels like, sounds like, even smells like! And I know I can't even fathom what that experience will be like yet, as I haven't gotten there, but I'd say knowing the gender ahead of time will in no way ruin any surprises that await us. Having him enter this world and then be in our arms for the very first time ever, holding him, feeling his energy, hearing his breath and his cries, that's where the surprise will lie. Thinking of it that way, it doesn't seem like finding out the gender that day will even hold a candle to all those other elements. Well, okay, maybe it would, but there are enough surprises going on that I don't think we're missing out :).
Also, as one of my good friends pointed out when I first got pregnant, you find out at the half-way point. You're past the excitement of finding out you're pregnant and everyone's all buzzing and giddy with excitement for you, and you're too far from the excitement of the baby's birth, and when you're at that half-way point all the buzzing giddiness from everyone has pretty much died down, and life has returned to somewhat normal besides the anticipation of the birth date approaching, and here you are, the pregnant one, still trying to adjust to your new lifestyle - the extra weight load to carry that keeps getting bigger, the achy joints and muscles, fatigue, hormones still surging around (though not as bad as the first trimester, thank god!). It's kind of nice to throw in an extra surprise right in the middle of all that, because I think we pregnant ladies need a bit of a pick-me-up! I know I did! Of course everyone's excited the whole 9 months, but having that buzzing, giddy energy back is indescribable. And indeed, that energy picked up immediately as we told everyone our little BOY is still cookin and kickin away! ♥ It felt so good, it was so much fun! And it wasn't days later that Justin's mom gave us the most ADORABLE little blue Harley-Davidson onesie set that included the outfit and all-matching blanket, bib, and best of all a little do-rag!! Hehe!! We've already got a little camo outfit from a friend, but that could have and would have gone either way for a boy or a girl (though it's definitely more fitting for a boy, so it's perfect!), and then my mom decided that while everyone's nurturing the hunter/biker boy, she's going to nurture his intellectual side, and got him a pair of little khaki pants, a little yellow & blue pinstriped collared onesie, and a little blue sweater vest!! (So much for spoiling any surprises, huh Mom? ^_^) Shortly thereafter came a little set of baby boy onesies from a friend, and another good friend got us a little onesie that says "Mommy's New Man" :-D They all just keep getting cuter! Okay, I digress, but what can I say, I'm excited about our little boy, and I'm so glad everyone else is too. And yes, to the first friend I mentioned, this was a MUCH needed break in the monotony that pregnancy has fallen into, and I love all the new excitement buzzing about :).
Another thing too, is that I'm glad my instincts were right. I had a slight feeling we'd be having a boy, but I didn't feel certain about it. Needless to say the suspense was killing me! It was exciting to find out I was right! And then in response to another friend's comment last time, the bonding experience is on a new level. Finding out we've got little Harlee Dennis cooking in there rather than just "Peanut" or "Baby P" just opened up a whole new world for me. I felt so connected to him after that, and it felt so good to use his name when we talk to him. It's such a warm fuzzy feeling when Justin kisses my belly in the morning and says "Bye, Harlee!" before he goes to work, and it's so fun to daydream about all the little hunting adventures they'll have, and all the things we can do with our little boy as a family. But the bond is amazing. It was growing little by little anyway as his flutters and kicks got stronger, but once we knew it was a boy that bond just shot up to new levels I didn't even know I could reach. And I love that feeling. I feel like I know when he's happy, or sleepy, or any other kinds of emotions a growing baby can have, and I feel so much stronger of a connection every time he kicks. I love it. Pregnancy is definitely on a whole new level now, that's for sure :)
I applaud those who wait til the end to find out, I don't know how you do it because I couldn't handle the suspense that long! And nothing against waiting, either, my opinion is it's your baby, and it's your decision, and nobody should tell you what you should and shouldn't do. We made the decision together to find out, and that was our decision alone, and I'm so glad we did :). No matter what, you should always do what makes you feel good and happy!
I was so eager to get that ultrasound started, and Kelly, the nurse-midwife taking care of us for the ultrasound, was great with it, jokingly saying "So I shouldn't try to find the sex until after I've done all the measurements and everything, right?" after we came in there saying "WE WANT TO FIND OUT!!!" She made the experience fun, and explained all the different measurements she was taking. It was amazing all the different things you can see - she measured his brain, his heart, his blood flow and heart rate, and all kinds of other things I can't even really remember. He was 12oz at that visit, which was a little big for being about 20 weeks along... And the image was so clear, we could count all his fingers and toes right there on the screen! He's a little contortionist too - his whole body was completely folded in half, with his knees up in his chest and his feet wrapped over his head. But, after much searching, Kelly revealed this image:
That would definitely be little boy parts! Before Kelly said anything Justin shouts, "Is that a BOY!!??" And Kelly said, "I'd say so! No mistaking that!" For those of you wondering, this is a view looking right at his little butt, one leg stretched out and the other bent. I don't think that's a finger! Here's a little profile picture so you can see a little more than just his little boy junk :) :
We're naming him Harlee Dennis. Here's why: Dennis was definitely decided as the middle name, after Justin's late father, and after some thought and multiple disagreements on boy names, Justin suggested, "Let's pick something that starts with an H, so his initials would be 'HD' like Harley-Davidson!" Oh boy, I thought, of course he wants to name the poor kid after our hobby... And what H names are there that we like and/or haven't been used by someone we know? Not many... Until we both said, "Well, why not Harley?" And it turns out we actually both liked it. We tossed the thought around a little more, wondering if naming our kid after our pastime and our bike was really a good idea, but we really liked it and couldn't agree on anything else! So Harley it was. But then spelling was the next question. I'm Jami, which is commonly spelled Jamie, and I kind of like having something different like that. It's been frustrating at times, but all in all I really like having something a little unique about my name. Then we got to thinking, Harlee would be kind of neat, and doesn't seem to lose its masculinity by being spelled differently, and then the light bulb went off - ending it in "lee" is perfect, because Justin's middle name is Lee! And that was that, Harlee Dennis was decided and agreed upon :).
As for finding out the gender... I shared some thoughts in my last post and got some great comments from people on the subject, but I want to go into it a little more now that we DID find out. I am SO GLAD we did!!! I've been told I'm crazy, I'm ruining it, I'm spoiling the surprise, but these comments must be coming from people who haven't had the joy of experiencing it first hand. My mom even said it's like knowing what your Christmas presents are before you get to open them. I think now she would agree it's not quite like that :). As one friend commented in my last post and many other friends have said and I agree, the surprise isn't just in the gender when he/she is born, it's in what the baby looks like, feels like, sounds like, even smells like! And I know I can't even fathom what that experience will be like yet, as I haven't gotten there, but I'd say knowing the gender ahead of time will in no way ruin any surprises that await us. Having him enter this world and then be in our arms for the very first time ever, holding him, feeling his energy, hearing his breath and his cries, that's where the surprise will lie. Thinking of it that way, it doesn't seem like finding out the gender that day will even hold a candle to all those other elements. Well, okay, maybe it would, but there are enough surprises going on that I don't think we're missing out :).
Also, as one of my good friends pointed out when I first got pregnant, you find out at the half-way point. You're past the excitement of finding out you're pregnant and everyone's all buzzing and giddy with excitement for you, and you're too far from the excitement of the baby's birth, and when you're at that half-way point all the buzzing giddiness from everyone has pretty much died down, and life has returned to somewhat normal besides the anticipation of the birth date approaching, and here you are, the pregnant one, still trying to adjust to your new lifestyle - the extra weight load to carry that keeps getting bigger, the achy joints and muscles, fatigue, hormones still surging around (though not as bad as the first trimester, thank god!). It's kind of nice to throw in an extra surprise right in the middle of all that, because I think we pregnant ladies need a bit of a pick-me-up! I know I did! Of course everyone's excited the whole 9 months, but having that buzzing, giddy energy back is indescribable. And indeed, that energy picked up immediately as we told everyone our little BOY is still cookin and kickin away! ♥ It felt so good, it was so much fun! And it wasn't days later that Justin's mom gave us the most ADORABLE little blue Harley-Davidson onesie set that included the outfit and all-matching blanket, bib, and best of all a little do-rag!! Hehe!! We've already got a little camo outfit from a friend, but that could have and would have gone either way for a boy or a girl (though it's definitely more fitting for a boy, so it's perfect!), and then my mom decided that while everyone's nurturing the hunter/biker boy, she's going to nurture his intellectual side, and got him a pair of little khaki pants, a little yellow & blue pinstriped collared onesie, and a little blue sweater vest!! (So much for spoiling any surprises, huh Mom? ^_^) Shortly thereafter came a little set of baby boy onesies from a friend, and another good friend got us a little onesie that says "Mommy's New Man" :-D They all just keep getting cuter! Okay, I digress, but what can I say, I'm excited about our little boy, and I'm so glad everyone else is too. And yes, to the first friend I mentioned, this was a MUCH needed break in the monotony that pregnancy has fallen into, and I love all the new excitement buzzing about :).
Another thing too, is that I'm glad my instincts were right. I had a slight feeling we'd be having a boy, but I didn't feel certain about it. Needless to say the suspense was killing me! It was exciting to find out I was right! And then in response to another friend's comment last time, the bonding experience is on a new level. Finding out we've got little Harlee Dennis cooking in there rather than just "Peanut" or "Baby P" just opened up a whole new world for me. I felt so connected to him after that, and it felt so good to use his name when we talk to him. It's such a warm fuzzy feeling when Justin kisses my belly in the morning and says "Bye, Harlee!" before he goes to work, and it's so fun to daydream about all the little hunting adventures they'll have, and all the things we can do with our little boy as a family. But the bond is amazing. It was growing little by little anyway as his flutters and kicks got stronger, but once we knew it was a boy that bond just shot up to new levels I didn't even know I could reach. And I love that feeling. I feel like I know when he's happy, or sleepy, or any other kinds of emotions a growing baby can have, and I feel so much stronger of a connection every time he kicks. I love it. Pregnancy is definitely on a whole new level now, that's for sure :)
I applaud those who wait til the end to find out, I don't know how you do it because I couldn't handle the suspense that long! And nothing against waiting, either, my opinion is it's your baby, and it's your decision, and nobody should tell you what you should and shouldn't do. We made the decision together to find out, and that was our decision alone, and I'm so glad we did :). No matter what, you should always do what makes you feel good and happy!
Friday, February 11, 2011
A Bit of Prego Venting...
Well, I'm tired of being the fragile pregnant lady now. So far time has been moving fairly quickly, but if things keep going the way they have these past few days then July may never get here... I'm going to vent a little bit. I'm tired of being told "Oh, don't overdo it now!" when people hear I'm working out, rather than being happy for me that I'm doing something good for myself and ultimately the baby. I'm tired of not "being able" to lift things, like my bags of sheets I take into the laundromat. I carried them in there to get washed, didn't I? I think I can get them back out when they're finished. I spent the entire past summer working out and yes, it's been awhile since I've done a really good workout, but I still have enough muscle mass to carry a measly twenty pounds. I vent to Justin about this, and he says to just let people help me, it doesn't hurt anything. Yes it does, it hurts my ego :-(. Then he says to just take advantage of it, and appreciate the people who are courteous enough to lend a hand. Okay that's fine, but some of these people have literally glared at me when I reach for something "heavy", like I'm a bad mother or something for thinking I can lift it myself and not letting them do it. What's that all about?
I have run into a few negative situations so far already. Like the debate of finding out the gender or waiting. It's amazing how many people will moan and groan or look at me in disbelief or tell me I'm making a bad decision when I tell them we're finding out what we're having. One person actually went so far as to tell me finding out "ruins everything". What?? It's the birth of a baby, if it's healthy, nothing can "ruin" it, what a horrible thing to say!
Another recent thing too is the pregnancy weight gain issue. I've had people tell me I'm doing great and looking good, followed shortly thereafter by, "But don't be too surprised or upset if you all of a sudden put on a lot of weight and just blow up, that does happen to a lot of people you know." Um... thanks? What do I do with that? Is that even advice? I can tune that out though. I have to gloat a little and say I'm really really happy with how things have been coming along so far. I'll admit my weight, I started out this pregnancy at 162lbs. That's still a large number in my head, but not as large as it used to be... and I'll repeat my mantra: muscle weighs more than fat, muscle weighs more than fat... Well I lost a lot of weight in the first trimester, and here I am 17 weeks along and I'm still only 160. My pants still fit, though a couple of them do need the rubber band trick, but that only started within the past week. So, yeah, I'm proud of myself. I'm in that "in-between" stage of pregnancy where the bump is really starting to form, and I actually don't feel like a fat blob instead of a pregnant lady. I feel like a pregnant lady. And having Justin's support is what really makes this whole growing process easy for me, too. The way he looks at the baby bump, he looks so proud and excited, and always tells me how "cute" it is and how excited he is that I'm starting to show. That really feels good, and is doing wonders for the whole self-image thing. Thanks, honey :-).
But really, I don't think it's that hard to maintain weight while pregnant. Yes we get really crazy cravings, but you can still have the same willpower to eat in moderation. You don't need to eat for two. Just eat healthy, and listen to your body - eat when you're hungry, stop when you're full. The baby will get everything it needs as it grows. It is hard to tell what "hunger" is though, I must admit, but I did a little research on that too. Our blood sugar levels are all over the place while those hormones are surging, and with those being out of whack it can give us a false hunger sensation. If I feel like I might be hungry, but not quite sure (like if nothing sounds good to eat), I usually drink something like juice or milk. That usually seems to balance me out enough to make the hunger feelings go away. I have actually been eating much less than I did before I got pregnant. I guess I owe it to being sick in the first trimester, my appetite never fully got back on track and I can't eat as much as I used to because it just doesn't fit. But all in all I feel really good about how everything's been coming along.
I'll probably have more to vent about in the future, but for now I hope I can run into more positive people who will tell me wonderful, encouraging things about pregnancy. For those of you who are trying to make this a negative experience for me, just go away. :-)
I have run into a few negative situations so far already. Like the debate of finding out the gender or waiting. It's amazing how many people will moan and groan or look at me in disbelief or tell me I'm making a bad decision when I tell them we're finding out what we're having. One person actually went so far as to tell me finding out "ruins everything". What?? It's the birth of a baby, if it's healthy, nothing can "ruin" it, what a horrible thing to say!
Another recent thing too is the pregnancy weight gain issue. I've had people tell me I'm doing great and looking good, followed shortly thereafter by, "But don't be too surprised or upset if you all of a sudden put on a lot of weight and just blow up, that does happen to a lot of people you know." Um... thanks? What do I do with that? Is that even advice? I can tune that out though. I have to gloat a little and say I'm really really happy with how things have been coming along so far. I'll admit my weight, I started out this pregnancy at 162lbs. That's still a large number in my head, but not as large as it used to be... and I'll repeat my mantra: muscle weighs more than fat, muscle weighs more than fat... Well I lost a lot of weight in the first trimester, and here I am 17 weeks along and I'm still only 160. My pants still fit, though a couple of them do need the rubber band trick, but that only started within the past week. So, yeah, I'm proud of myself. I'm in that "in-between" stage of pregnancy where the bump is really starting to form, and I actually don't feel like a fat blob instead of a pregnant lady. I feel like a pregnant lady. And having Justin's support is what really makes this whole growing process easy for me, too. The way he looks at the baby bump, he looks so proud and excited, and always tells me how "cute" it is and how excited he is that I'm starting to show. That really feels good, and is doing wonders for the whole self-image thing. Thanks, honey :-).
But really, I don't think it's that hard to maintain weight while pregnant. Yes we get really crazy cravings, but you can still have the same willpower to eat in moderation. You don't need to eat for two. Just eat healthy, and listen to your body - eat when you're hungry, stop when you're full. The baby will get everything it needs as it grows. It is hard to tell what "hunger" is though, I must admit, but I did a little research on that too. Our blood sugar levels are all over the place while those hormones are surging, and with those being out of whack it can give us a false hunger sensation. If I feel like I might be hungry, but not quite sure (like if nothing sounds good to eat), I usually drink something like juice or milk. That usually seems to balance me out enough to make the hunger feelings go away. I have actually been eating much less than I did before I got pregnant. I guess I owe it to being sick in the first trimester, my appetite never fully got back on track and I can't eat as much as I used to because it just doesn't fit. But all in all I feel really good about how everything's been coming along.
I'll probably have more to vent about in the future, but for now I hope I can run into more positive people who will tell me wonderful, encouraging things about pregnancy. For those of you who are trying to make this a negative experience for me, just go away. :-)
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