I haven’t published anything in the last week. It’s not writer’s block as I’m still full of opinions. I even have a few posts on draft about important topics like milk supply and boob care. The last few weeks of my life have been completely consumed by last minute research for our city’s preschool lottery. The Preschool Lottery… Continue reading Preschool Lottery – Panic Time
The idea of a baby coming out of your vagina is a strange one. Yes, it’s the way it’s supposed to happen, but that didn’t mean wrapping my mind around it was easy. There were moments in labor when I wondered why I hadn’t just scheduled another c-section, shown up at the appointed time and place, been sliced open and handed my baby. In the hard moments that seemed like the more civilized option.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, the decision as to whether or try for a VBAC or schedule another c-section was left up to me. There were some caveats in my ability to decide. Before I get into that, I want to stress something – all women are entitled to make their own medical… Continue reading Yes, I Was Induced for a VBAC
The idea of my child getting constipated scared the shit out of me. Combine this with the major pressure to have a child potty trained for school. I should’t have to sacrifice my toddler’s health for his education.
Everyone who told me that 21-months was a good age gap said that because I was already pregnant.
When my first son – a butt-down, feet up breech baby refused to turn on his own – I decided that I would have a scheduled c-section. My doctor still offered the option to attempt a version (ECV) and induction, but I declined. It’s a strange feeling to have a planned birth. We woke up… Continue reading I Don’t Regret My C-Section
Just before our son was a year old we had the conversation about trying for a second child. I have some health concerns that could potentially complicate getting and staying pregnant, so I wanted some buffer room. I figured that best case scenario – we would have the kids two years apart. Challenging case, like if I… Continue reading Pregnant? Toddler doesn’t care