Ju young's Blog

Aftermath:  Hence; that which happens after, that which follows. Has a strongly negative connotation in most contexts, implying a preceding catastrophe.

My mom is holding Alaise right now and I have a bit of time before she will be wanting food...  And I wanted to take a bit of time to brag on my husband a little.  From the day we spent more than 5 minutes together - when we were barely friends, I knew we fit, and I knew we would be good friends for a long long time.  He took me out on a drive on the night I got my heart broken...

Alaise is 1 week old.  It's pretty unreal.  As I watch her sleep next to me (although, it took 2 hours of trying to figure out whether she wanted more food or what it was she wanted!), I can't believe she's been mine for a whole week.  My husband, who has been absolutely wonderful through this whole experience, asked me today, "How's motherhood?

I think motherhood hasn't really hit me yet.  I feed her and take care of her, but to be 100% honest, I haven't had the "How did I live without you?" or "I've been waiting for you my whole life!" kind of emotion that others say they feel.  I expected to be a changed/different person, but I'm still me, and I don't feel any different, except for the love for this little person.  Maybe things just haven't hit me yet?  I dunno.

Thursday October 22, 2009, Kris, my parents and I all woke up bright and early at 4:30am.  Holy Crap, we're having a baby today!!  The hospital bags were packed, but I hadn't gotten much sleep due to my cough that I have had for a week and a half.  But I didn't really have a choice - I got out of bed, doubled checked the hospital bag yet again, ate two bowls of cereal - Honey Nut Cheerios and Frosted Mini Wheats.  Got dressed in the only pants that fit me - my yoga pants, and a long sleeved t-shirt that could barely contain my belly any more.  But I figured I just had to make it to the hosp

So, I will be getting induced at 5:30am tomorrow morning.  I really need to be going to sleep...  But it seems like there are endless loose ends I want to tie up before this little person really arrives in our life.  I especially want to journal in the book that I have been keeping. :)  Went to the doctor this morning and we scheduled the induction for tomorrow, so hopefully that goes well.  The final weight gain is about 35lbs, which isn't great, but isn't too bad.  About 5cm dilated already, but the baby's head is still cocked to the left, so there is still a good chance of C-section.

Hopefully this will be the last one of these for a while! :)  My due date has come and gone.  And I've been sick for a week now, with a sore throat and a terrible, awful cough.  Coughing has kept me up several days in a row, and I've survived by napping here and there during the day.  It's been absolutely terrible.  The doctor prescribed me stuff called Tussionex, which, if you Google, is very strong, and works wonders.  Well, apparently she prescribed 500ml, and the dosage is 5ml at a time...  And the stuff is really expensive, so the pharmacist wanted to call the doctor Monday morning to confirm.  She gave me 15ml to last me the weekend (which is complete bull, since it's twice a day, 5ml at a time, and this was Friday afternoon.).  Which cost me almost $5, so I really hoped it would work wonders.

37 Weeks.  It's hit me hard, in the last couple of days, that Kris and I only have 2 more weekends, just us.  My parents are coming in Oct. 6, so we have this weekend, and next weekend.  It's really really hit me hard.  I feel blessed with a marriage I really enjoy, and life sucks sometimes, but Kris and I always pull through together, and we really enjoy each other's company.

P.S. Did you know that even if you use disposable diapers, you're supposed to dump the poop in the toilet before disposing the diapers??  They don't want human feces in the landfill, contaminating the soil.  I know no one does it... But, just FYI.

So, I finally bit the bullet last night and ordered cloth diapers.  I'm absolutely, positively, and utterly terrified.

Why?  I dunno.  I just am.  It seems cloth diapering isn't the "social norm", which I don't really care that much about.  But I am having lots of reactions to my decision - wrinkled noses, talks about dunking/swishing diapers in the toilet, "Good Luck" (with maybe a skeptical expression), blah blah.  Kris supports me, and that's really what matters at this point...  (Although, I'm not sure if he knows what he's agreeing to.) :)  Anyway.  But it's just something I felt like I wanted to pursue.  It's cheaper in the long run, yes.  It's good for the environment, yes.  But I'm not really someone who is super environmental friendly, I recycle what I can, but I am far from being a crunchy mama.

Today is 36 weeks.  A milestone of sorts, according to our OB - she said that babies born after 36 weeks generally don't even have to stay in the hospital. :)  I skipped 34 weeks, which was a big milestone for us - babies born at 34 weeks have almost 0% chance of having any sort of long term complications.  So, we've hit both milestones, and we are so much more relieved.

I have, however, made the mistake of being on the Bump again.  It's one of those things...  Being on the boards, you most often hear about the bad cases, the worst case scenarios.  You don't hear about the normal, healthy cases.  One of the girls lost her baby at 39 weeks and 4 days.  3 days before her due date...  She went into her routine doctor's appointment, the doctor couldn't find the heart beat...  Went in for an emergency ultrasound, and found the baby dead with no amniotic fluid.