Trick-or-Treat!

 

November Ends.

My little baby is 38 days old as of today! :)
He's starting to be a fussy pot,
Demanding fussy pot.
When he wants his milk,
He wants his milk pronto!

His personality and character is slowly shining through.
His facial expressions are priceless.
His facial features are slowly changing.

p.s: I've lost 12kg since 2 weeks ago! impressive if i do say so myself.
p.p.s: I'm exhausted.

Happy Sunday!

The In Betweens.

36 weeks, he showed no signs of coming. 

37 weeks, i was induced. 

Induced on the 21st at 11am.

Water bag breaks at 3:35am on the 22nd.

Munchkin arrives 1:21pm on the 22nd. 

The In Betweens?

Brace yourselves.

It goes from nothing happening.

To funny cramp like feelings.

To more massive cramps.

To sudden realisation that they were contractions (idiot, i know i know).

To trying to walk it off (it apparently helps with the contractions).

To listening to my ipod religiously.

To getting religious and praying the rosary a good few times.

To being wheeled down to the delivery suite (still thinking i could walk about whenever i wished).

To being strapped in to hear the baby's heartbeat (dammit! bedridden. bad move).

To waiting.

To getting high on laughing gas.

To still feeling pain.

To getting jabbed in the thigh.

To getting bored and still feeling pain.

To trying to locate Jesus with my rosary so i could beg him to sit beside me to curse my partner together.

To feeling a pop in my tummy.

To freaking out thinking i peed myself.

To thinking, "what on earth did i drink that i am peeing this much."

To getting the nurse to say, "wow that's a lot of water" (camel much?).

To getting the epidural.

To finding such relief knowing i controlled the epidural.

To more waiting.

And more waiting.

To snoozing.

To waking and waiting.

To trying to comprehend all the different things i had to do just to push.

To trying to do whatever i thought i had comprehended.

To pushing and felt no difference whatsoever.

To asking the doctor, "Seriously, is anything even bloody happening?"

To getting snipped.

To finally having a baby tumble out.

To tearing when i saw him.

To being stitched.

To having so many questions being asked.

To being so damn distracted looking at my son.

So yes. 

All that happened between being induced to actually popping.

It suddenly made perfect sense when ladies said they were in labour for hours.

Yupp. It was hours.

37 Weeks. Before&After.

The last time I partied was literally on New Years' this year.

Yupp, that long ago.

Then, I found out I was pregnant.

After all the snapping and whining, meltdowns and grumpiness,

It all made perfect sense when I saw two lines on the pee-stick.

My first three months was exactly as everyone describes the first three months.

I literally lived in the bathroom.

Everything I ate, out it came.

Everything I drank, out it came.

I survived on a teaspoon of Nutella every morning for breakfast.

And coke. Tonnes and tonnes of coke.

Then came a false alarm of a miscarriage.

Off to the hospital we ran.

Mad pounding of the heart.

But there he was, swimming like nothing was happening.

And i swear i saw him wave.

He was active already. real active.

I didn't even spot a hint of belly, which made me wonder really.

Like what on earth is going on.

But hey, about 5 to 6 months in, i saw it.

Yupp i saw a flat-no-more belly.

There he was again.

This time, showing himself through me.

The appetite was back.

The tiredness was new.

The back aches were dreadful.

The swelling feet was embarrassing.

The big boobs were attention seeking.

The grumpiness was prominent.

The tight clothes were not sexy.

The massive pain when i sneezed and i thought i broke a rib, was horrid.

He was changing me and my body in whatever way suited him.

Then i realised, it was his way or the highway, here on out.

2011's surprise!

So this is it. The blog I've started after having my little munchkin.

As the title suggests, he was an unplanned joy.

This year was filled with tears and laughter, hugs and fights and tonnes and tonnes of drama.

On 22nd of September, little Michael was born.

All, 2.77kg of him came tumbling out, wailing and screaming.

Its the 25th of October today, and he's a month and three days old.

Looking back, it was literally yesterday that I was big and uncomfortable, ever ready for myself to pop.

And it was yesterday's yesterday when I first noticed my swelling feet, where my shoes don't fit.

It wasn't too long ago, I noticed my first signs of a bump.

I can still taste the horrors of my morning sickness during my first three months.

And I can definitely still remember my own facial expression when I found out I was expecting.

Its gonna be a bumpy ride with lots of milk, diapers, puke and poop.

But I'm all prepared and excited for the new memories.

This is far from how I used to be, many things have changed.

I welcome this big change with diaper bag and camera in hand to capture every moment along this journey.

Momma-Hood welcomes you, Tanya Beins.

Momma-Hood welcomes you.