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.

Visit  Seven Clown Circus for more Wordful Wednesday participants.
Or visit 5 Minutes for Mom for Wordless Wednesday

———————————————————————————————————

*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.

Share and Enjoy:

]]> http://www.momisodes.com/she-heard-me-loud-and-clear/feed 150 http://www.momisodes.com/can-you-hear-me-now http://www.momisodes.com/can-you-hear-me-now#comments Fri, 19 Mar 2010 01:45:34 +0000 Momisodes http://www.momisodes.com/?p=4306 Somewhere along the way, my intuition must have lost it’s signal.

From full bars to none, in the last nine months I feel as if I’ve exhausted my energy trying to get by.  I gaze outside, searching for something recognizable, a connection that will lead me to a familiar place.  Like a freeway off-ramp to a different town, but must surely be the one that leads you to where you want to go.

Or so it seems.

Back in July, I somehow tested positive on a pregnancy test after a final round of Clomid.

After a year of trying to conceive, endless medical tests, and medication side effects, I had had little hope that month.  But a stroke of luck proved me wrong.

I never imagined this path would be straight or evenly paved.   Especially since this is not my first time down this road.  Albeit 5 years since my last pregnancy, I figured I would recognize, perhaps even anticipate, some of the twists and turns along the way.

The lack of morning sickness, carrying low, a lower fetal heart rate, all pointed in the direction of a boy.  All unfamiliar from when I had my girl.

Alas, I was wrong again.  The sonographer saw a taco, not a hot dog.

As early as 18 weeks pregnant, I already began having contractions.  None of them strong or too alarming, but contractions nonetheless.  In my previous pregnancy I began preterm labor at 25 weeks and was placed on bed rest until I gave birth at 38 weeks.

This time around, due to the earlier contractions, I had high hopes that this baby would be our first sign of spring after a long, bizarre weathered winter.

But today, at 39 weeks pregnant, there is still little indication of this baby vacating the premises anytime soon.  Birthing Babisodes at 38 weeks was incredibly difficult due to her size, and I worry that if this child cooks for much longer, they may need to go in and get her.

I feel as if I’ve driven past the right exit-ramp a dozen times now, but every time, a barricade is blocking the path.

Perhaps this little one takes after me and wants to make sure all signs of winter are gone before making her exit.  Or maybe she lost her GPS signal as well.

Either way, I hope this detour isn’t much longer.

I washed and put away most of our winter gear today.  Just in case.

This Week’s Theme: Emotion

L-O-V-E

Dadisodes and Babisodes moments after her birth.

Join in the Photo Hunt or find other participants at tnchick.com.