Just when I thought I would be pregnant forever.

The little girl not only heard me, but she came out with a vengeance to show me what’s up.

Allow me to apologize in advance for not Tweeting, posting, or e-mailing this announcement sooner.

But I’ve been a bit busy.

Ya know, having a baby and all.

This past weekend I went from a meager 2-centimeters dilated to pushing out a 7-pound kid in less time than it takes the cheap Chinese bus to drive from New York City to Boston.

If I was uncertain if I would ever have another child, I am now 100% clear on my decision.

Ain’t no way.

I fear that if I ever go into labor again, there’s a chance I’ll make the 11 o’clock news for birthing a baby in a Wendy’s bathroom stall after consuming an X-large chili at lightening speed.

I’ll have to go into the nightmarish gory details about my labor and delivery process another time.

So without further ado, allow me to introduce the newest addition to the ’sodes family.

Babisodes 2.0*

Born March 21st, 2010 at 1:05am

Is she not the sweetest little orange-y faced baby ever?

She is sporting quite a Glow-worm look due to elevated jaundice.  As a result she is sun-bathing under phototherapy in the hospital for another day or two.

So you’ll have to pardon my absence for a bit while I bask in the glow for a few more days.

I’ll be around, but just not as much. I am suffering from extreme-sleep-deprived-new-mom-delirium.

Besides, I have a few more days worth of pain meds and Colace.  Thank GOD for Colace!

Colace and breast pumps.

Thatisall.

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*I lied.  That is not all.

Can you help me out?  What do you think the new baby’s blog name should be?  Should Babisodes be upgraded to Kiddosodes or something else so the new baby can be Babisodes?  Should I just stop this nonsense and give them actual names already?   Are you even still reading this?

Tell me your thoughts in the comments.  Thankyouverymuch.

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]]> http://www.momisodes.com/she-heard-me-loud-and-clear/feed 150 http://www.momisodes.com/soul-food http://www.momisodes.com/soul-food#comments Thu, 06 Aug 2009 23:36:29 +0000 Momisodes http://www.momisodes.com/?p=3185 She once told me, “If you eat every grain of rice, you’ll grow up to be beautiful.”

Though the translation from Chinese to English may not shine through as clearly, my grandmother meant well. Her roots were enriched in the far-off village plains of China, where food was not always plenty, and starvation was never far fetched. Not to mention, I was an especially lanky child, always reluctant to touch the meat on my plate.  So I always stood out.  Not only because I was skinny, or the only Chinese girl in my school, but also because I was always the tallest.

So when the ornate, painted rice bowls were handed out before dinner, I always hoped mine would be filled like everyone else’s.  A steamy, heaping pile of hope that would someday enrich a girl to fit in just a little better.

Around the table each person had their own style.  My mom held her rice bowl up in one hand, while chopsticks scraped and shoveled with the other.  My brother held his chopsticks with perfect form towards the top, with an inch between each stick.  Even today, I still hold my chopsticks like a five year old round-eye, seconds away from giving up and just stabbing my food.

But as haphazard as I may appear while eating, I am still efficient. Enough so that while I made my way down to the bottom of a bowl, I often hoped to find single grains of rice clinging to the edges.  A challenge if you will for my imperfect form to practice it’s precision.

I always picked up every last grain. Still do. I supposed it’s an irrational hope that never died.

But I love rice. I often wonder if my grandmother’s superstition contributed to my love affair with rice.  Even as an adult, I would rather sit down to a plain bowl of rice than have a thick, juicy steak.  Nothing in the kitchen reminds me more of home, or comforts my body and soul than the smell of steaming rice, or the sound of grains tinkering into a steel pot.

I love it, and perhaps even the irrational hope it carries.

So you can imagine how much it warmed my heart to see this recent tiny grain of rice growing inside of me.

(Taken yesterday to rule out multiples due to conceiving with Clomid.)

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