When I found out I was pregnant with baby #2 last fall, I had a big decision on my hands:
To VBAC or not to VBAC?
For those of you who aren’t fully immersed in mommy culture (I’m jealous), I’ll save you from Googling: it stands for Vaginal Birth After Cesarean.
Up until pretty recently, once you had one C-section, most providers would insist all subsequent babies are born via C-section. But today, most women are able to decide whether or not they want to attempt birthing ye ol’ fashioned way.
Since my daughter was born via an 8-inch incision, and I was healthy, I got to make this choice. It wasn’t easy, so I made a pros and cons list. Here’s what I considered.
Potentially an easier recovery.
Recovering from a C-section is no joke. Trust me, I already did it once. With a vaginal delivery,… Read more
I know it’s not the cool thing to say, and that “radical self love and acceptance” is all the rage. But can I tell you a secret?
I don’t like my postpartum body.
During my first pregnancy, I felt great. I was super confident in my body. Sure, I was gaining weight like crazy, but you’re supposed to gain weight when you’re pregnant! Before I was pregnant, I’d maybe eat ice cream or cookies or dessert a few times a month. “Polly” (aka Pregnant Molly) would think nothing of enjoying a blueberry muffin on a Tuesday morning, or having a burger for dinner. I was anemic and needed more iron in my diet. A burger was actually a step in the right direction.
I didn’t completely let the wheels fall off.
I exercised a few times a week until I hit 29 weeks and my body could no longer take … Read more
Today, Arlene turns one.
As any parent can attest, that first birthday comes with a tsunami of emotions.
Accomplishment: You made it a full year!
Bewilderment: Wait… how has it been a year?
Dread: Only 17 more of these and she’s out of the house?!
Panic: What if she fails to launch?
As I compare the photos of Arlene’s first day on earth to what she looks like today, I can’t believe just 365 days separate that skinny alien baby from my current chubby, funny munchkin. But honestly, some days I can’t tell who’s grown more– Arlene or me. With that said, here’s the biggest lessons I learned in my first year of parenthood.
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You know zero about being a parent until you are one.
Read all the books you like, listen to every podcast, have yourself a 3 Men and a Baby/3 Men and a Little … Read more
Overwhelmed with registering for your baby? Welcome to the club.
Before I had Arlene, I’d literally changed a diaper once. I knew nothing about babies, and all these gizmos and gadgets left my head spinning. Do I need the jogging stroller and an umbrella stroller and a snap-and-go and and and and…. waaaaaahhhhhh! What in the hell is all this stuff?
In my 10 months as a mom, I’ve learned that you just need a core set of items to start with. We live in a small-ish space and I don’t like heaps of crap, so I’ve tried to not overdo it on baby stuff.
Once your baby is here, you’ll be working with A LOT more information. That’s when you may realize that you actually DO need the $400 Mamaroo (and will be willing to pay for it if it’s the only thing that will keep your baby … Read more
My brother and I are both new parents. Recently, we had the following exchange:
Brother: How’s sleep going?
Me: Great, actually. She’s sleeping through the night mostly.
Brother: Jump off a bridge.
I didn’t take it personally. Nearly a year after the birth of their first baby, nights were still terrible. You know, the specific kind of hell that only a newborn baby can unleash. You’d be a raging, cranky shell of a human if you never slept more than four consecutive hours for a year.
I’M GRATEFUL THAT MY BABY IS A SLEEPER.
I’m reluctant to say this, but Arlene first slept through the night (aka six hours in a row) at five weeks old. I know. I KNOW! It wasn’t every night, and we’ve had a few sleep regressions. If I were him, I’d tell me to jump of a bridge, too.
But here’s the thing: Even though … Read more