What I Didn’t Expect When I was Expecting

This post isn’t a fun family update, but it’s about our family in the sense that the experiences I have encountered with my boys, and the knowledge I have sought, frequently too late, has culminated in a set of opinions on pregnancy, labor, delivery, and the early days of child rearing. I did some thinking…

Maybe if We Dropped a Megaton of Cheese

I’ve not been all that smooth myself. The first time we enjoyed a Greek Dinner at Mykonos, Brian’s dad introduced me to their Sagnaki, or more specifically an appetizer of flaming, pan-seared cheese and tomato, doused with a squirt of lemon juice, to a cheer of  “oooooooooOO-PA!” While awaiting our snack, I started pondering aloud…

The Elijah Cannon: Part 3, I Always Knew Polka Dots Were Trouble

After delivery, it took a while for me to get transferred to a recovery room. What a different experience it was to be offered even crackers and juice. I wasn’t terribly hungry, but I ate them slowly out of principle.  I felt like my blood sugar was low, or more perhaps like my blood was…

The Elijah Cannon: Part 2, Labor & Delivery

From this point on, I might start inventing details, but I’ll try to keep them interesting.  Hopefully my doula, Kim will be able to provide me some details to fill this in. So much has happened since the L&D event, and during most of my labor, I think my mind escaped to another dimension. So, there…

The Elijah Cannon: Part 1, Early Labor

Today’s probably not the best day to be writing this.  I think I’m fighting the blues, but I’m not sure what else to do at the moment.  Throughout the weekend of the 9th, I was getting lots of Braxton Hicks (BH) activity, which was really exciting.  I’d gotten some during my first two pregnancies, but…

Of Ramen Descent?

I had another bizarre-o dream last night (One of the many uber-strange dreams I get when pregnant).  My baby was packaged in one of those blocks of Ramen Noodles and needed to be cooked out.  He didn’t quite cook long enough, so the noodles were still fairly blockish and stiff, so instead of fishing him out…

The De-Evolution of a Mother

I began motherhood as a complex organism that required people to decontaminate before holding my firstborn.  Food fallen to the floor may as well already be harboring maggots.  (Eww. did I just say that?)  When I finally consented to let him in the same zip code as another child, I was Mama Bear on a…