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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Ramblings, Ruminations And A Wee Bit O'Sarcasm

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Monday, April 13, 2009

I Don't Know What's Wrong With Me Lately...

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Wednesday, March 25, 2009

What Kind Of Mom Did You Think You Would Be? When Did Reality Finally Set In?

Way before I got pregnant, I had some ideas, actually they were Bohemian fantasies, of how I would be as a Mother. I dreamed of sweet smelling little babies, perfectly decorated nurseries, extreme, Martha Stewart~like organization, a perfect pregnancy, easy delivery, a happy, joyful infant and angels singing lullabies with faeries and butterflies flitting around. My Husband and I had already decided that we were going to be smart parents. That's an oxymoron if I ever heard one! I was going to nurse him or her for at least the first year. No formula for this baby, no siree! I was going to be Earth Mother incarnate.

Now I wasn't going all cloth diapers and hemp clothing, I do have limits, but I was going to be a good Mama. No candy. No soda. Only limited television and that would have to be PBS shows and Baby Einstein only. He or she was going to get organic baby food and toys without all the lights and sounds. No super electronics for our baby. He or she would have "learning toys", wooden blocks, soft teething rings. Nothing of those toys that make kids want to sit and play video games all day. Then reality set in: I got pregnant.

I had major morning sickness {this little "ailment" was obviously named by a man...} that lasted all freaking day, boobs that hurt like they were beaten with a cat-o-nine tails and swelled to Pamela Anderson proportions. Finding maternity clothes that both fit and were stylish was a Herculean feat. And I won't even talk about finding a decent, comfortable bra! It was not fun. At. All. I did not get the perfectly decorated nursery or the uber~organization that I desired. Nor did I get the easy, sweet baby. I got The Diva. I love her more than my own life. She is also so utterly frustrating some days that I fear I am going to lose what little of my mind I have left!

As some of you may know, at 11 weeks pregnant, I was diagnosed with the HPV virus and cervical lesions that could not be treated until after I gave birth and ultimately turned out to be cancerous {you can read more about it here}. I also had two Grand Mal seizures at 17 weeks whose cause was never quite figured out. I was exhausted and scared. I watched all the dreams I had of how pregnancy and Motherhood would be dissipate into the ether. It was not at all what I expected to be. Fortunately, after my two "incidents" were over, my pregnancy was relatively normal. I did have to endure 12 weeks of non-stress tests 3 times/week for my whole last trimester, but other than that it was pretty good.

Unlike a lot of pregnant women, I did not get uncomfortable and really "want this baby out already" until she was 3 days overdue. By that time I was just done. My OBGYN set up a time for me to be induced, but that didn't happen because I was already in labor by then and they found my baby was in distress. The Diva was born by emergency C~section exactly one week past her due date. She had meconium aspiration {a bowel movement in utero which she inhaled} and was in the NICU for 18 days. Boy was that an adventure!

OK, I need to back up just a bit here, I already knew it wasn't going according to plan when I ended up with the emergency C~section, but what made it both worse and comical was the "Lithium Nurse" who talked to me not 5 minutes after I woke up from the anesthesia. The birth hospital did not have a NICU, so my baby had to be transferred to another one that did. I was not amused. I asked to be transferred along with my newborn, but it was a no go. Then "Lithium Nurse" says this to me, "Your baby has to be transferred to another hospital with a NICU. We do not have the facilities to care for her here. But we will have our own NICU within a year and be able to take care of all the babies then. It will be state~of~the~art, staffed with the best Neo~Natal doctors." She said all this with a huge smile, a lilt in her voice and the speed of a crack whore. My response was "And exactly how does this help me and my baby out now?" The shocked look on her face was classic. Even in my groggy state, I could still unleash a zinger! HA! But I digress...

I had read all the books. Studied all the articles. I was prepared, damn it! Yeah, no I wasn't. Nothing truly prepares you for Motherhood. The books and articles lied like a rug. Motherhood was not all sweetness and light. I was exhausted. My already large boobs were now Franken~huge because my milk came in. And my nipples were about to fall off. On top of this, I was alone with my ~~alien spawn~~ beautiful baby girl all day while my husband was at work. I felt like the Human Milk Cow. Not stinking was a distant memory. Along with sleep, peace, quiet, eating a meal and coherent thoughts. At 8 weeks old, she went through a growth spurt that made her want to nurse and cry incessantly. For 5 days straight. This was the second time reality smacked me upside the head. I. Was. In. Hell.

I started to think that I was not cut out for being a Mother. I was in a "New Moms" group through the hospital and found myself envious of all the other Moms. They took showers. They got to places on time. They got their babies to nurse easily. Growth spurts didn't drive them to the brink of insanity. While I was a hot mess. I felt so inadequate. I was eventually diagnosed with Postpartum Depression. No, it wasn't the kind where I needed to be put in a rubber room. No, I didn't want to hurt myself or my child. Although I did want to smack my Husband upside the head a few times! No, I had a little known form of it called Postpartum Anxiety Disorder, which just made me sketch out like I was an addict in search of a fix. I couldn't even get the "normal" kind of PPD! Sometimes my uniqueness is a curse. But again, I digress...

This was not the Mommyhood I had envisioned, nor was it anything close to what I had read about in those stupid books! I did not hear angels singing. She did not smell like a freshly bathed baby or baby powder and lotion all the time. In fact, sometimes she was down right dry heave inducing rank! The Diaper Genie didn't even contain the smell! All I did for the first six months was nurse her, change her rock her, pray that she would take a nap so I could have some peace and get unsolicited advice on how I wasn't doing it right and what I should be doing. A family member even told me to eat while I was nursing The Diva. Yeah, ummm, how was I supposed to do that? I had to hold the baby with one hand and my boob with another, lest I smother my precious infant with Giganta~Tit. What, exactly, was I supposed to feed myself with? This family member had never breastfed a baby before and here she was telling me how to do it! OY!!

I bless the day that she could finally hold her own bottle! That's the day I heard the angels sing! She was just a little over 6 months old at the time. I could finally eat a meal while she was being fed. It was life changing. Literally! At the same time this wonderful skill emerged, The Diva was saying her first word {Mama}, pulling herself up to stand, crawling {sort of} and already had 3 teeth. Teething...now that is a veritable Carnival of Fun! Cranky, crying, slobbering baby. Good times, Good times!

As I said before, we did not want to use the T.V. as a babysitter for our child. But you know what? It ain't so bad. Yes, I know all the theme songs to every show on Noggin, Clifford the Big Red Dog, Curious George, Little Einsteins and Charlie and Lola but it entertains her {sometimes} long enough to let me have a bit of peace or 5 minutes to myself. And the shows we let her watch are not mindless, they do have things to teach her.

All the experts tell you that if you don't get it just right, you will scar your child for life. That is because they want you to follow their rules. But in the end, you need to find what works best for you and your child. She is still not allowed to have candy or soda. She eats fruits, vegetables, milk and some organic juice. She loves fresh spinach salads and raw mushrooms. She eats good food. I am very proud of that fact. How many 4 year olds do you know that like vegetables? My Mom let me have Coca~Cola with breakfast when I was 5 years old! I am so not going there with my own child.

The Diva will undoubtedly blame me for ruining her life at some point. I will make mistakes. I don't always know exactly what to do in every situation and I was a Psych Nurse in a former life! For example, a few months ago, The Diva swallowed a penny. My nursing instincts kicked into gear, I swept her mouth with my finger and then performed the Heimlich Maneuver. The penny came out, along with some red stuff that I feared was esophageal blood. It turned out to be ketchup. After I was sure she was alright, I sat on the couch and visibly shook for 20 minutes. Had it been someone else's child, I wouldn't have been so upset, but it is a whole other ballgame when it is your kid.

My daughter has an attitude that rivals my own and makes me want to run away and hide on a near daily basis. She is creative, intelligent, funny, entertaining and sanity robbing all at the same time. No, I didn't achieve "Earth Mother" status, I am more in the Slacker Mom category. I hate cleaning and laundry but wish for a white glove clean and organized house. I will never be a Soccer Mom. I will also never expect my child to meet unattainable goals. I want her to be who she is, but I would like to have a child that actually listens to me when I tell her to "stop" or "don't do that" or "could you go play quietly while Mommy works?" or "please go use the potty" or anything else that parents tell their children.

And I want to be a better Mom to my daughter than my Mom was to me and my Big Bro. Oh, at some point, and you will never see this one coming, you will open your mouth to say something to your child and WHAM! you will hear your own Mother speaking. It is both frightening and funny when this happens. And trust me, it will happen.

Man, reality can be a real bitch sometimes!

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Friday, January 30, 2009

What I Know For Sure And Other Ramblings From A Half Insane Stay~At~Home~Mama

What I know for sure...

If your plane, train, boat or automobile came in a box, was assembled in your garage and is considered experimental, it is not air worthy, rail worthy, sea worthy or road worthy. DO NOT try to pilot ANY of these "models" and put the rest of us normal people in danger!

Being a Mother is the most wonderful thing in the world. You will never know how much you can love someone until you are called "Mommy". Your children will be sources of endless entertainment for you. They will also be the surest way to send you to the asylum.

If stupidity is something that drives you insane, you will be confronted with it on a daily basis. It will also usually be in situations where telling the person off is either highly inappropriate or will result in bad things happening to you.

Murphy's Law is real. Bad things really do happen to good people through no fault of their own and they always come in a series. It's like knocking down the first Domino in a line...everything behind it falls down.

Oprah does not rule the world, but if you get her to talk about you, your product or book, no matter how dumb, inferior, inexperienced or untrue it/you are, everyone will know about it and follow her lead. President Obama...need I say more?

Ramblings...I was going to concoct some witty repartee here, but I got nothing. I suppose I could blabber on about how Obama's inexperience is showing by his dumbass idea of throwing $900 billion dollars at a failed economy and letting bank/auto/stock brokerage houses have free reign on what to do with their bailout money, which they promptly used to give themselves $20 million dollar bonuses, but you can read a newspaper and find that out.

I could also tell you how I am waiting to hear the first Obamaite slam their dear leader for not fixing what can't be fixed, but a lot of us are waiting for that one. But I will be laughing my white, Irish heine off when that certain sector of our society, who always blames the government for their woes, starts blaming our first black President for them instead of "the rich white men". Then we will know that racial equality really has become a reality! The anticipation is electrifying...

My Mother has been in California for nearly a month now and hasn't screwed up yet. Or at least if she has, she is hiding it well. This week-end I may in fact do something I said I would never do...let my Mother meet my baby for the first time. My Husband wants to go visit his Mom. The Diva wants to see her Grandparents. They want to see her. We are all finally well enough that we wont risk getting my MIL sick if we visit. My Mother lives with them. It's unavoidable. I have to face it. It sucks. But there will be ground rules and if my Mother breaks them (which is bound to happen) I will pack up my family and leave without a word.

What really sucks about my Mother's new diggs, is that my dear Aunt Lyla and Uncle Bill, my Dad's younger brother, have told me that they will not come to The Diva's birthday party if my Mother is there. Because of things she did while my Daddy was dying of Cancer, they never want to lay eyes on her again. I understand this completely, however, they are as close to Grandparents from my side of the family as my young'un has ever had. She expects them to be there. I don't know how to tell her they wont be attending.

Uncle Bill did say that we would get together later to celebrate, but it's just not the same. And I cannot afford to pay for TWO birthday parties, one for Hub's side and my Mother and one for my Dad's side. I could just do what we have done the last 3 years and NOT tell the Hubs side about the party. But then my Mother will flip because she knows I always have a birthday party for my baby, I got that from her. OY! I am so conflicted over this. I really don't know what to do. Maybe we'll just take her to Disneyland. I think she's tall enough to go on some of the rides now...