All posts tagged: c section

Introducing Luca Alexander

Luca Alexander May 4, 2017 (no Star Wars jokes, please) 7 pounds, 13 ounces 21 inches Luca was a scheduled C-section so this was a completely different experience than my first emergency section after 20 hours in labor with my daughter. I was still terrified but all went well. My doctor played The Beatles in the delivery room and told me tattoo jokes. And then, my baby boy came out and I cried. I’ll write more about the delivery in another post. But I had to get something up on my little man! Advertisements

My Labor Day: Otherwise Known as the Scariest and Happiest Day of My Life

This year’s Labor Day just so happens to fall on September 7th, my daughter Genevieve’s first birthday. It seems like only yesterday that I was in the hospital experiencing the most terrifying and heartwarming day of my life. I didn’t have a birth plan. I thought about making one, but then decided it wasn’t worth it because you can’t predict what’s going to happen during labor and delivery. My husband and I took a prenatal education class to learn a little about what was going to happen to my body. Like most mommy’s-to-be, I also read “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” every week to find out what was happening inside my belly. I skimmed the chapters about childbirth because I didn’t want to build up anxiety. I completely skipped past the material on C-sections. Of course, I ended up with a C-section and also needed pitocin during labor. My two delivery fears became my reality. Throughout my pregnancy, I worried about how my body was going to handle childbirth. I have chronic fatigue so …

Breast Isn’t Always Best. Here’s Why I Quit Breastfeeding and Pumping

Last week, I went to get a bridesmaid dress I’ll be wearing fitted and the seamstress asked why it was big. I told her that I bought the dress right after I had a baby. As she was fitting the cups, she noted that I’m not breastfeeding. Not that she or anyone else has a right to ask that question, but she did. And it’s not the first time. When my daughter was about two months old, we attended a family engagement party. We met an older woman who, as I bottle-fed my baby, told us that her granddaughter was born the same week as my baby and had the same name, but this baby’s mother was breastfeeding. Good for her. I quit breastfeeding after four weeks. I have no regrets about it and I do not plan on breastfeeding any future children. I had every resource I needed within my reach and I still chose to quit. I tried it and it’s not for me, for multiple reasons: My baby wasn’t into it. At the hospital, I …