Saturday, May 23, 2015
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
This year I have a mix of emotions on my first Mother's Day. I totally and utterly miss my mom and wish so much she was here to see me and my baby. I love that I have a bonus mom that loves me the way my mother loved me. I love being a bonus mom and having two big boys who can hug me and enjoy the cookies I make for them. And mostly, I love that I am a mom and I have a new baby that has found his feet and wakes me up at 5:30 in the morning to play with his new discovery.
Not to be morbid, but I love celebrating my mother and coming up with new ways to decorate her. Nothing is more lovely than a bed of rose pedals.
Mother's Day is also special in a bike ride way because it is the day that kicks off the ride across America. On this day back in 2009, I started the journey that made me a new person with bragging rights of riding my bicycle from La to Boston. Keep ridin' on my fellow CrossRoad riders.
Monday, April 27, 2015
Nathaniel is now three months old.
Fiesta happened and I celebrated my forty and fabulous birthday.
Fiesta is not complete without the obligatory picture with Melvis (the Mexican Elvis).
Nathaniel is alert more and is in need for constant stimulation. Last week we attended toddler time at the library. I was reluctant at first thinking he was to young. We sang, played, read books, and everything kept his interest. We also go on daily walks with our new sling. I'm going to work up to doing lunges with Nathaniel in the sling, in hopes to make my legs stronger and get muscle back.
Let's get real people, one day I hope to laugh or cough and not pee on myself. The way I see it is that all competitive athletes pee on themselves. That is how I see myself- just another athlete trying to scare off other athletes from drafting off me.
Brest feeding is like training. You have eat right and drink lots of water. Breast feeding while I am working out is even more difficult because I have had to really listen to my body to ensure I'm eating and drinking enough to supply both me and Nathaniel without getting dizzy.
Like most days, some are easy and some are hard. Overall, I love being a mommy. Most of all, I love listening to Nathaniel giggle, laugh, and smile.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
This week I was on a mission to do a blog post before Nathaniel's three month birthday. I really do not have much to blog about except being a new mommy.
Nathaniel and I do most of the same things everyday. Wake, eat, nap, change diapers, and play. Wait, this kinda of sounds like a bike tour. Wake, eat, ride, go to the bathroom, repeat. Needless to say I have been getting pretty board and I am constantly looking for new entertainment, hopefully with adults.
Da mister is training for his first TRi, my training is limited. But mark my words, when this TRi thing is over, it will be my turn to hit the road while da mister stays home with the kids.
I get nervous about going to too many places with Nathaniel just because I never know if he will be fussy. His timing my not be good timing for me. I guess you could say I am a nervous mom, but hey, this is my first time doing all this. It is taking me some time getting used to the car seat, diaper bag, baby, toys, change of clothes, and diaper refills. You get the picture- lots of baby things to think about. I try to make things as simple as can be, even dressing Nathaniel is a simple onesie without shorts or pants.
My goal is to get Nate on more of a schedule so things can be more predictable around here. Really, I do not have much to complain about. He is a good baby and will sit and play while I do what I need to do.
Monday, March 30, 2015
Has it really been a month since my last post?! Sleeping and eating takes precedence over blog post, sorry followers.
My Nathaniel is now two months old and he started holding a rattle. He does all these really cute baby things like cooing and smiling. He weights 14 pounds and I wonder if my arms will be strong enough to continue holding him. I am fascinated with how my body is still sustaining my baby. For the nine months in womb, I feed my baby not realizing that
all I eat and drink continues to make my baby grow.
I am itching to get back on my bike but due to the lack of baby sitter, I am stuck on a stationary bike in the gym. I am fortunate to have a gym membership that watches babies starting at six weeks old. This is good practice with detaching from my little man at an hour a time.
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.