So, I have sort of been busy being a mom lately. Its hard work!
On March 13th I personally gave birth to this beautiful little boy. Yep, I totally gave birth. And guess what, I am going to do it again! No, I am not pregnant again... as far as I know... but yeah we definitely want more.
Until about 11pm on the 12th of March I was holding on to the hope that I was just one of those women that doesn't have painful contractions. I had been preparing for a beautiful non medicated, peaceful, scream free, fun, quick birth. It was mostly all of those... but not quite. It was definitely beautiful, there were DEFINITELY no painkillers, it was very peaceful for the most part, it was definitely NOT scream free (two full hours of screaming while pushing, but like a powerful "I can do this" kind of screaming), I actually thought it was fun... especially between 6cm and until about an hour before I started pushing... after that it was just horrible... just.... hellish pain and suffering to be honest. But some good advice from a friend got me through it. It took 13 hours from the first pains until he decided to come out. And then the fun began. I had spent so much time preparing for the birth and making sure I had everything baby boy needed I totally forgot to think about the recovery after giving birth and adjusting to being a mom. Man was I in for the ride of my life... I mean, it's still ridin' but at least now I sort of know what is going on.
I am happy. Life is so hard. But I am so happy!
Parents of many young children, how do you do it? how do you manage having more than one of these little angels of destruction in your home at once? I can barely get anything done now and there's only one of him and I he is so tiny and I am full size... actually a bit more than full size these days... but he tiny and cute and so amazing... and demanding!
I love my little man. And I love his father. Life is amazing.