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Today is Daniel's first day at work at his new job and my first day working from HOME and being with our baby full time! So far, I have celebrated this by eating all day.
I flew into Tampa last Thursday LATE. June was a dream on the plane. We only had one majorly disgusting diaper the entire airport/plane experience (which is an all-time LOW for us). She slept the rest of the time.
I had about 298172 people question my sanity in flying with such a young baby. Little did they know that this was June's third flight. I don't know what these people wanted me to do--hitch up the wagon and come to Florida that way?
Which brings me to an important thought I have had lately. Many people have written great posts about what not to say to a pregnant woman, including my witty sister. I hereby want to discuss the things you shouldn't say to a new mother, aka ME.
1. "You must be a new mother." This usually comes after I ask some sort of ridiculous question at the doctor's office, like "Is it normal that my baby won't eat?" "Is it okay that she is as yellow as a highlighter?" (I will write about our experiences with jaundice sometime, maybe never.)
2. "Have you been feeding her enough?" This occurs whenever Junebug makes a sucking noise. I understand that people are trying to be helpful with this one, but Junebug makes a sucking noise about 95% of the time she is awake and even most of the time when she is asleep. It is her favorite activity after drooling. She REALLY loves drooling, just like her mama. To my utter shame, there was a day in the midst of moving when I fell asleep holding June and woke up to find that I had drooled on poor baby girl's head! Anyway, the feeding comment sends me into Mom Guilt Mode, or MGM (shout out to Vegas!), and I have wasted so much formula trying to feed a girl I know isn't really hungry.
3. "She doesn't look three months." Again, I know. She's small. I promise I feed her. All of the time.
Thanks for letting me vent.
On a serious note, we just love having June. LOVE. I hated babysitting so much as a kid that I was completely nervous to have one. People kept telling me that once I had my own, things would be different. But even up to 38 weeks pregnant, I was not super excited. My water broke at 38 weeks when we had friends over to play games. I wasn't sure if my water had broken or if I had completely lost all control of my bladder. The latter seemed more probable at that point. So we went to bed. The next morning, I really felt like I should probably get checked out, just in case.
I dreaded this. Referring back to #1 above, I knew that I was going to face a lot of nurses who were going to look at my doubtfully and not believe that my water had broken. I hate that. Also, there was a good chance that it was a false alarm, and I didn't think I could handle that at my emotional, 38 week pregnant state.
We arrived at the hospital, and everyone looked at me doubtfully. "Is this your first time having a baby?" "Your water probably didn't break, because it would still be leaking." "We can check, but you haven't had contractions so there is probably nothing going on." Then the nurse checked and my water HAD broken! HA!
I had a high tear so they ruptured it again in a lower spot to speed things up. Then I felt contractions. The nurse told me that many women like to feel contractions for awhile before they get an epidural and that I could wait too. Who are these women? I got an epidural right away and felt the best I had in nine months. We watched parts of the Shawshank Redemption on tv. Daniel was getting anxious but I was really okay with just watching tv all day.
Finally, Daniel begged me to start pushing. I cried and said "but I'm not sure if I want kids."
Long story loooong, I pushed and June came out right away. They cleaned her up and put her on my chest, and I started bawling. I just LOVED her. Her eyes were wide open and we just stared at each other.
She has been my pal ever since. I have taken her to the office with me a lot (ever since she was just two weeks old!), and she has been so easy and so good. We are truly blessed by her.
We had her March 26th. 7 pounds, 5 ounces, and 20 inches long.
June was blessed on Mother's Day. Daniel's mother, Kristi, made her a beautiful blessing dress.