Sunday, February 22, 2015
She looked at me and said, “You b!tch” after I told my friend I only had five more pounds to loose. Yes, I said a friend. My doctor has cleared me to get back to normal life, as long as I have the energy and a baby sitter. To me, that means bike here I come!
It has been once month since Nathaniel has been born and most of the time I am crazy happy. Sleepy, but happy. Sure, I may have put a couple diapers on backward. But to my defense, it was two o’clock in the morning, on the second night of having a new baby. Not only that, Nate is a wiggle worm and kicks like crazy for diaper changes.
My motherly scenses have kicked up a notch and I can smell diaper changes even when Nate is wrapped in his swaddle and fully clothed. I can also identify Jon and Joe’s footsteps as each wakes and walks down the stairs. I have become more in tune with a facial grimice saying my stomach doesn’t feel so good.
Awe, the joys of mother hood.
Did I already say I can get back on my bike? Should I confess that I never really was off my cruiser bike? Over ten years of bike experience gives me the comfort to say that, but not to my doctor.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
I was surprised how many people asked me about my birth story. So, I decided to blog it and maybe Nathaniel Andreas Alaniz will read about it one day and know that he is loved and wanted in every way.
It was 3:45 in the morning and I woke to a kick and a contraction, both common over the past two months. The contractions were more intense and I kept thinking that I could muscle through it, but this was different.
At 4:30 I woke up da mister and said, “I think it is time to go to the hospital.” I did what every girl does at this point. I grabbed my curling iron, throw it in my hospital bag, and waddled to the car.
We drove through crazy rain and were checking in admitting by 5:15 AM. By 5:45 my water broke and I was dilated to 3. I am not sure of the time after that, but shortly after I was at 6. The pain was too intense and I decided to go with an epidural. At 11:30 AM I started active labor and by 2:27 PM my beautiful baby boy was born.
From the first moment he was in my arms he started smiling at me.
We stayed that Thursday night in the hospital. By Friday evening we were back at home introducing Roxy and Nate.
Friday, January 30, 2015
Let me introduce you to
Nathaniel Andreas Alaniz
Born on January 22, 2015 at 2:27 PM
7 pounds 8 ounces and 20.75 inches long
After 39 years, Barbie finally has a baby.
I am so sleep deprived but so happy. At least three times a day, I look down at my little man and think, "how did I get so lucky"?
Here Nate is like, "Call me" because this is what handsome looks like. No promises, but I will try not to bombard my blog with baby pictures.
Monday, January 12, 2015
Well, here I am at week #38 pregnant. I have every complaint any woman would have carrying an extra 25 pounds around plus all the usual aces and pains pregnant women have.
Last week I was sicker than a dog and I spent the week in bed. Unable to drive myself and because my doctor is two hours away, it was not until Thursday that I was able to get antibiotics. When I did show up at my doctors office, she told me to think February even though my due date is January 25.
How is that even possible?! My bike and all the gear I have does not even weight 25 pounds and I am supposed to walk around like this for the next two weeks, give or take.
I am much slower to get around these days and only committing to a few things that I know for sure I can get myself to.
It looks like my heart tattoo that reads, "XC" for cross country will be with me for generations. I have no plans to remove it but will have to be creative in my answer when Nathaniel says he wants one too.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Well, I am almost there and I am so ready to indulge in one too many adult beverages. For now, I get to use my belly as a portable table. Da Mister does not seem to mind since I get to hold his drinks for him.
All in an effort to ensure labor and recovery is easier, I am still going to spin class, yoga, and swimming. Some days are easier than others. My logic is that if I am going to hurt laying on the couch, then I might as well hurt doing something that I like. I like telling the ladies in class that if I can keep spinning, then they can too. Talk about motivation.
Mean while, I am working up the courage to take a belly picture for the next post.
Friday, December 26, 2014
Christmas is a holy and special time for me. I love what Christmas means and that idea that this is the day that we celebrate Jesus’s birthday. Yes, we commercialize and materialize the holiday into something that is unrecognizable, but I love the magic of believing and seeing the excitement in the eyes of children.
We finally have a name for BabyBoy. It is Nathaniel and he was causing me pain on Christmas Eve. I cannot explain it only to say that I believe he went through a growth spurt, since after all, I am now thirty-six weeks pregnant. He is my little miracle growing in my belly. To think, in about four weeks I will be holding him in my arms and dragging him around on the back of my bike.
This year Jon is 10 and Joe is 8. For the past few months da boyz kept saying that Santa was not real. To my surprise, on Christmas Eve, da boyz wanted to track Santa. They watched Santa go to Cuba, to Puerto Rico, and Aruba. When Santa hit the United States in Florida, Jon said it was time to go to bed.
Our day started early Christmas morning. Jon woke up at 10PM, 1AM, 3:30 AM, at 5:30 AM, and finally at 6:30 AM, da mister finally said lets open our presents. We bought each of da boyz a map of the United States and they spent about forty-five minutes going through our loose change in search of quarters for each state.
Most of the afternoon was spent at my parents’ house and we enjoyed our time with my extended family. Everyone seems to be coming together and appreciating all the new brothers and sisters in our lives.
To sum it all up, here is The Alaniz version of The twelve Days of Christmas.
12. Loads of laundry
11. Hours of cartoons
10. Cups of coffee
9. Episodes of Clarence
8. Hours at the gym
7. Games of football
6. Grocery store trips
5. Karate classes
4. Dozen eggs
3. Loaves of bread
2. Dozen tacos
and one on the way
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
One of the last days my mom went to work, I picked her up at her at her office located in the John Hornbeck building next to the Methodist Hospital. Her education background was a Licensed Vocational Nurse, then a cardiology technician, and finally a case manager. When mom started nursing she started using the name Mary because people would have a hard time with her given name of Guadalupe, it is a Spanish form of the Virgin Mary.
It was the week of Thanksgiving and she had dressed up wearing a fitted long blank skirt with a slit up the side. It may have been the skirt or the decreasing lack of leg strength, but she feel on the job. Her manager told her to go home.
I believe that Mom knew in her heart of hearts that this would be her last day of work. She stalled. She filed papers. She cleaned her desk. All the while, I rushed her so we could get to her doctors appointment on time. Later it occurred to me that she was stalling because she knew the doctors were going to give her news she did not want to hear. It was her way of trying to maintain normalcy while avoiding the inevitable.
Pregnancy is an emotional time especially when I am unable to celebrate the excitement with my mother. When mom passed away, I specifically remember thinking I want my mom to be around when I have a child. I want her nurse me through labor and give me words of wisdom in caring for my new baby. People tell me my mom is with me all the time, in all things. Like Nina (my step-mom) who threw a shower for me. I know mom is with me too. I dream of mom and see her in all things.
This past Saturday, I attending my birthing class. It was held in the John Hornbeck building. When my sister and I stepped off the elevator we both looked at each other and asked, I wonder where mom's office was. It was to the right.
To the left, was the classroom where the birthing class was being held. At first glass we did not catch the room name Guadalupe. But there it was plain as day. My birthing class was being held in a room name that was the same name as my mother's given name. My sister and I got chills for we both knew that mom was there with us. Mom is with me, if not physically but spiritually.
Off the topic of mom...
While in class, Babyboy had the hiccups twice. It is fun little video to keep for my memories.