Living the Lifestyle

I've given myself almost two months to "take it easy" and just spend time getting used to this new role as a mom and bond with Sophie.

Now that I've almost hit that two month mark, I feel like I've gotten into a good routine (I use the word routine very loosely since that seems impossible with a baby) with Sophie and feel that it's time to get healthy.

I've decided that it's important to really create a healthy lifestyle.....healthy food, regular exercise, activities, fresh air, time with friends, etc.

I think creating a healthy lifestyle will not only make myself a happy person, but make my marriage that much stronger and will create a healthy lifestyle full of good habits for Sophie when she gets older.

So....day #1was today!

After I woke up at 6am to feed Sophie, I decided instead of going back to bed for a few hours, why not just go to the gym. I was already up and awake....so I did it.

I must admit I didn't really "hit the gym hard" or anything, but it felt good to workout again after about a year of not really working out at all.

Tip: The gym is a ghost town at 7am on Sunday morning. Which is perfect for me because I get a little intimidated when it's full!!

Sirens and Stolen Blankets, Fun Failure #2

If you're anything like me, one of the best parts of prepping for your baby to be born is choosing their coming home outfit to pack in your hospital bag.

I had so many clothes all ready for Sophie, just hanging in her little wardrobe, waiting for her to come home, envisions in my mind of all the future fun I'd have dressing her up cutely in her little dresses and cute little onsies.

Flashback to the day after Sophie was born: we didn't sleep at all in the hospital, but Sophie was eating great, peeing/pooing normally, all her vitals checked out, so we wanted nothing more than to check out and go home. We didn't see any reasons to stay in the hospital one more day.

By the time we got the dr. to issue dishcharge orders, pack up our stuff, etc it was about 8pm on Saturday, February 2nd. Sophie had a bit of jaundice, so we were waiting for her labwork to come back before we'd know if we would be allowed to leave. Sophie was sleeping, so I had her two "going home" outfits laid out on the bed while we waited for the nurse to come give us the green light to go home.

As I sat there, I realized that one of her going home outfits was too big. My sisters and I were big babies and a friend of mine just recently gave birth to a baby that didn't fit into any newborn outfits from day one. So I had brought two outfits: one size newborn and another 0-3 months. Sophie was little  when she was born, so the 0-3 month outfit was completely too big.

That left me with only one other option: a short sleeved dress to be worn with tights and a small little cropped cardigan. Life Lesson: Don't pack a short sleeved dress for a baby going home in the middle of winter, tights don't fit newborn babies, and cropped cardigans are really not functionally at all. It was raining out that night and freezing cold. To give myself some credit, I expected to be taking Sophie home the next day at 11am and not at 9pm at night.

I figured I'd just have to put her in her dress and cover her real tight with a blanket until we got her to the car where we could put on the heater and make sure she stayed warm.

Then the nurse came in with a wheelchair (for me), our signed discharged papers and stood there waiting for us to go down to the car. I wasn't exactly ready to be rushed out so quickly. I figured they would come in and tell us we had the green light and then they'd give us some time to get ready. This wasn't the case.

So, I sat in the chair, the nurse handed me the baby, and we set off to the parking lot. Mind you, at this point Sophie was still swaddled in her hospital blanket and the outfit the hospital put her in right after she was born. It just so happened that birth outfit was a shirt and a diaper. No pants, no socks.

The nurse made a comment to me as we were leaving "Don't let anyone here know I let you leave with the hospital's swaddle blanket". I covered her up with the blanket we brought so that the other nurses wouldn't see us leaving with their blanket.

As we got to the doors exiting the labor and delivery unit, a siren started going off and nurses came out of nowhere running toward us. I immediately thought we were going to be in trouble for leaving with the hospital's blanket.

It turns out, all babies born in this hospital have a little chip taped on their leg to prevent anyone from taking them from the unit. In other words, an alarm to prevent any baby from being stolen from the hospital.

Our nurse forgot to remove Sophie's alarm once we were discharged. The nurse explained we were discharged and taking home our daughter and we were able to leave once everyone was convinced we weren't trying to steal our own baby.

We got to the parking lot, it was dark, raining, and cold. Needless to say I had to take off her swaddle blanket to secure her in her car seat, and that's when I realized we were taking home our baby wearing nothing but a hospital issued shirt and a diaper.

Fun Failure #2 - not packing a functional outfit to take home my baby in.
On the positive side: we got a free swaddle blanket out of it.

Screams and Sleep, Fun Failure #1

In just six short weeks, I've already learned that being a mom is all about little failures you make everyday. That sounds a little depressing, but I've learned to accept those little failures as laughable moments that you learn from, move on from, and hopefully don't make again but realize that most likely  you will.

Sophie's first day in this world she decided to cry and scream all day and night long. Of course you hear all the advice while you're pregnant: "get sleep while you can", "say goodbye to any sleep once the baby comes", etc. I braced myself for this and was ready, however, I was not ready for my little love to come into this world and decide she wanted to "party" from 5:30pm on February 1st until 8:00am on February 2nd. That's right folks, our first 24 hours as parents, Sophie cried for what felt like 14 hours nonstop.

This was our first test as parents and to be 100% honest, I didn't think Dan and I were going to pass this test. That first night in the hospital, when the adrenaline from meeting your new little one is starting to wear off, not to mention the epidural effects are long gone, all the visitors are at home tucked in their beds, the nurses have changed shifts, the lights are dimmed, and the halls of the hospital area quiet, that's when the fun began. At about 2am, when Dan returned to our hospital room after his 5th lap around the nurses station pushing Sophie around in her baby bed as an attempt to get her to sleep, we both looked at each other with bleary eyes and said "Is this always what it's going to be like all the time?". We both selfishly and honestly agreed if this was what is was going to be like, neither of us were ready nor looking forward to it.

To show just how bleary it got, at one point I think at around 6am, the nurse came in to say she was going to take the baby to the nursery for 5 minutes to check her temp, hearing, etc. She turned towards Dan and invited him to watch and he said unless he had to be there, he'd actually stay while she took the baby and got 5 minutes of sleep. I fully supported his decision and we both slept for 5 wonderful minutes. The nurse returned with Sophie and we both resumed our two minute sleeping shifts in between feedings and crying.

Looking back and after relaying this story to others, we realized that the nurse expected Dan to accompany her to watch Sophie's hearing test. In fact, she kinda looked at Dan funny when he said he would stay in the room instead of going with her.

Fun Failure #1 - choosing 5 minutes of sleep over watching your baby's first hearing test.

Looking back - I think we made the right choice.

The Start of our Brand New Journey

It sounds cliche, but at 5:21pm on February 1, 2013, my life changed forever. Many of you are probably cringing now as I say that because it just sounds so hokey, and trust me, I almost cringe just reading it, but it's so true.

My gorgeous little Sophie was born and weather we were ready or not, the starting gun went off and just like that, they handed me this little baby and we were off running.

I've been a mom now for 6 weeks and there have already been so many ups, downs, new experiences, questions, reading of baby books, dr appointments, dirty diapers, laughing till you cry, crying till you laugh, more dirty diapers, endless amounts of laundry that I can't help but share. I'm sharing more for myself as an outlet that as a place for anyone to come for advice. Trust me, this isn't a blog designed for advice since I really don't have any to give :)

I think I created this blog for three main reasons:
1) A place to vent, share and entertain with my trials and tribulations at becoming a new mom
2) A place where my family can go to read up on little Sophie's life, since a lot of my family lives out of state
3) A place where I can document all the little things that go into motherhood, so that when Sophie gets older she can look back on her early years in life. Hopefully not using anything posted in this blog in her future therapy sessions that I'm sure she'll need.

Everyday is a brand new encounter but hte most important thing for me to positivity. So if you are reading this and feel like leaving a negative comment or don't agree or care for what is posted, then this isn't the site for you and please go elsewhere.

To everyone else...welcome!