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[15 Jun 2008 | One Comment | ]

Lots of babies look like old men when they are born. My little newborn daughter is no exception. Though my motherly eyes, opaque with some powerful morphine, see her as nothing but beautiful I recognize that when newborns really do look like little old men.
Our number 6th arrival wasn’t as tough as I had expected. It was my fifth c-section and I was dreading it, but it’s done right? More on that in future posts especially the part about my nurse being unsure when she gave me my very …

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[8 Jun 2008 | 3 Comments | ]

Here it goes.A friend of mine, I will just call her Jane Doe told me that she recently went to her gynecologist for a check up a few months after having a baby.The visit started the usual way. First they made small talk, ok he made small talk, “how are you doing? Any problems? How is the baby? Nice weather…scoot down a bit more” and then the visit. Jane didn’t really go into the details of the actual visit (luckily).But, nothing unusual was reported. Then Jane casually told the doctor …

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[7 Jun 2008 | One Comment | ]

I think I am fine and not scared until we get to the hospital and then I start getting nervous. I get to the doctor’s office with my hubby. My appointment is at 730am so we get there early and guess what, hubby is completely exhausted. His eyes are so small I can barely see his pupils. Just little slits that I want to force open, but I refrain. I should also be tired but today the thought that my OB is about to stick a very long needle in my stomach makes me act like a little kid on sugar.

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[6 Jun 2008 | No Comment | ]

Well yes with four days to go before i give birth (scheduled c-section) I feel as big as a house. No really I am as big as a house and everything bothers me. Friends, family, mu husband my children, I just want to make it past the next 72 hours (or whatever that math is)
My husband tells me that I do this with every child - at the end I complain and say that this one is so much worse than the time before. So it’s good thing I …