Random Cloudy Potpourri

So I skipped yesterday and now the hub is asleep on the couch and I'm not that tired, so it seems like a perfect time to blog a little.

Baby 1st B-Day!

Yesterday was M's 1st birthday. It's amazing that it seems like this year has gone SO fast, but then at the same time I can barely remember life without him. (Yes, I vaguely remember sleeping in... someday I will do that again and it will be sleeping after 8am). I tried to do some special things for M, we found him some new shoes, went to the pool and he opened his presents. He was totally uninterested in tearing the wrapping paper - which was a surprise to me. He loved his Little People farm, he (no surprise) likes to carry around an animal in each hand, but he also likes to play with the animals in the barn. He also had his first fresh peach and he was definitely a fan, even of the skin (yuck!). [On a side note, I totally miss living closer to the farmer's markets - it was so nice to be able to stop on the way home for some awesome produce.]

Baby Actual B-Day!

Since it was M's birthday I found myself thinking about last year. Here's a mini birth story (promise I won't go into too many tmi details, but you can skip it if you want):

M was actually due July 26th, but he had different plans - he intended on staying put forever, foot wedged in my ribs to prove it. I scheduled my just in case induction for the 4th, but about a week or so out, they told me who the doctor on duty that day would be I literally started crying on the phone. I did not have a great working relationship with him and didn't want him to deliver my baby unless that was my ONLY choice. So thankfully changed it to the 7th with check in the night before. When we got settled in on the evening of the 6th, guess who walked in! None other than the doctor I didn't want to deliver and he sent me home, whew! Apparently they have a point system and I was too far along (and had been for weeks) to have the first drug (cervidil I think) - the OB was mad and I'm pretty sure the last one to see me was in trouble for not changing my check in time to the morning of the 7th.

Bummed, we went home. The next morning I was excited but SUPER nervous. We got checked in and settled and started the dreaded, horrible, evil pitocin. My nurse seemed nice, but a little odd and since I knew nothing about anything we went with it. It was a very boring day until after they broke my water; I made it a little while, but after a little while when I couldn't hold my body still from the contractions less than a minute apart I asked for the epidural (if there is a next time it will happen sooner!). Then it got boring again. At 6 in the evening (after being on pitocin for about 12 hours) they finally told me it was push time. After just over an hour there was little to no change except in my nursing staff. Then I figured out my first nurse was just okay and my second nurse was amazing! She lied exaggerated once and told me I would have to have a c-section if there was no change in 30 minutes (the doctor said we'd discuss it after 30 minutes). I owe that nurse for my not having a c-section. I am thankful the shift change happened when it did, otherwise I would have had to had a c-section, the first nurse just wasn't getting things done with me. It only took 3 hours and 26 minutes for M to finally cooperate and meet us and the world. (And by world I mean it, in the room when he was born there was the OB, midwife, my nurse, hub, neonatologist, and 2-3 nursery nurses). M promptly pooped all over the nurses that were trying to clean him (hahaha).

I was a bit extremely upset at the time because the childbirth class teacher told me they did kangaroo care at the hospital, but they didn't; it felt like FOREVER before they let me hold him. In retrospect, I was spared the initial poo-fest (win!). My parents and grandma got to meet M, and my mom stayed with us while hub went to get food. It was a long rest of the evening until we finally got a clean baby and got taken to the mommy-baby room (like 1am).

It was only last night when I realized how LONG I was actually in labor. Last night in the amount of time I was in active labor we had dinner, put M to bed, let the dogs out, cleaned in the kitchen/picked up toys (hub did toys, I did dishes), watched some TV, I printed and traced a cloth diaper pattern, watched some more TV, and messed around on facebook/online. Three and a half hours is a LONG time! Glad that's not an every day occurrence.

Cloth Diapers

I am so glad we chose to do cloth diapers. I don't know exactly why but for years I wanted to use cloth; I just remember thinking disposable diapers are gross because they basically don't degrade. Hub was not into the plan and was only finally convinced by a friend who got poop on him frequently when his son wore disposables - they started using cloth for the poosplosion protection and that protection was enough for hub to say I could try.

I love when I get to share my passion for cloth diapers with others! I was excited to share them with my sister-in-law, and just today a friend came over to see our stash. I really wish I could open a physical cloth diaper store, the closet brick and mortar store to my house is at least 1.5-2 hours away, not realistic/convenient when you have littles.  I would love to teach people about modern cloth and help them save money (in the long run) on cloth over disposables. I am looking forward to showing our stash with another friend in a couple weeks. I wish I could do that more.

Good Night :)

I'm not ready to go to sleep really but my eyes are done with today. Maybe I'll find my good glasses soon, that'd be nice.