often.
I don't think I have explained that I am one of 6 kids and have 8 nieces and nephews and countless cousins. So, being around babies and kids is sort of a second nature thing to me. My wonderful husband on the other hand is an only child and really only has 2 cousins that he sees with any regularity. Babies are pretty similar to aliens as far as he is concerned. This whole fatherhood thing has definitely been a transition for him. I will admit up front that he is doing a pretty good job overall but there are very amusing moments.
The most consistently amusing thing is to listen to him talk to our son, especially when our son is in uber fussy mode and giving his vocal cards some good practice. Sitting here this afternoon my son became fussy after being up for over an hour. That's a pretty long time for a 3 week old. My mother-in-law tried walking him with no success. He had just been fed and gotten a new diaper so that wasn't the problem. He had burped too, so we were pretty sure it wasn't gas. That's where my husband comes in. He gets him calm by holding him close and that was pretty cute. He was talking to him saying, "Oh, you just wanted to be close. See that's better." Then my son on cue gets fired up again. My husband puts him in another position then gives him a little pep talk. Something along the lines of, "You are just going to have to figure it out. I know, you were calm then you got all upset again, so you need to figure it out." He caught me laughing at him this time to which his response was, "He understands English perfectly. (then look at baby) Don't you?"
I love my husband so much.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Momma never told me . . . airconditioning would be so important
until the baby was born! My last week of work was the week of July 4th. A nice short work week to wrap up all the final details. It was miserable! The office air was out the whole week! It was miserable hot! It was record breaking heat that whole week and I was so pregnant and swollen! No fun at all. I do love my receptionist who was smart enough to bring in little fans to get the air flowing some. Hot air but less hot. Heat + Pregnancy = Misery. Simplest math equation EVER!
I think it was worse because I was so hot all the time anyways. My poor husband kept fussing I was freezing him out of the house most evenings. I had gotten so used to being hot all the time that I was definitely not prepared for what happened as soon as my little guy made his debut.
I was COLD! My husband definitely laughed at me when I asked to be covered up with not one but two blankets. Once his amusement at my freezing wore off, he began to get excited about how much lower our electric bill will be if I am not hot all the time. If I hadn't been so exhausted, I think I would have kicked him.
Even more amusing is having to relearn that I do in fact get cold sometimes. I went out to dinner with girlfriends last night (a huge thank you to my husband for watching baby!). I wore jeans and a T-shirt and was good to go. In the past, that outfit would have burned me up and when outside it did. I was sitting in the restaurant though, I got so cold. I haven't done that since December or January maybe. Needless to say, remembering to pack the cardigan will be an important thing for future outings! And, if you read this before you have a baby, take something warm to wear to the hospital!
I think it was worse because I was so hot all the time anyways. My poor husband kept fussing I was freezing him out of the house most evenings. I had gotten so used to being hot all the time that I was definitely not prepared for what happened as soon as my little guy made his debut.
I was COLD! My husband definitely laughed at me when I asked to be covered up with not one but two blankets. Once his amusement at my freezing wore off, he began to get excited about how much lower our electric bill will be if I am not hot all the time. If I hadn't been so exhausted, I think I would have kicked him.
Even more amusing is having to relearn that I do in fact get cold sometimes. I went out to dinner with girlfriends last night (a huge thank you to my husband for watching baby!). I wore jeans and a T-shirt and was good to go. In the past, that outfit would have burned me up and when outside it did. I was sitting in the restaurant though, I got so cold. I haven't done that since December or January maybe. Needless to say, remembering to pack the cardigan will be an important thing for future outings! And, if you read this before you have a baby, take something warm to wear to the hospital!
Momma never told me . . . I'd cry at lots of silly things
I knew all about hormones being out of whack during pregnancy. I either didn't know or didn't pay attention to how much they were gonna be thrown off after delivery. I was doing well once baby made his arrival until they took him away for shots and such. My husband went with little guy and my mom stayed with me. Within a minute I was crying and wanting him back. That makes sense, right? I mean I hadn't been without him for 38 weeks! Ok, so it was a little ridiculous. I've cried about a lot of other little things since then too.
Trying to figure out breastfeeding was probably the worst. They kept telling me I needed to feed the baby every 2-3 hours but he just wanted to sleep. When he did try to feed he was pretty lazy about it. Latching on without sucking or sucking without latching on. It would take us 30 minutes sometimes just to get started. That left me in tears and frustrated and baby in tears and frustrated. Thankfully, after about a week he finally figured out that the food was good and things have gotten a lot better. But man there were a lot of tears. Momma could have mentioned the tears. Fortunately for me, she was around that first week to offer help!
Possibly one of the most embarrassing cries was the first pediatrician visit. Baby was born on a Sunday, we went home on Tuesday, and the appointment was on Thursday. My milk had just come in so my boobs hurt like you wouldn't believe and baby wasn't feeding well yet. Oh and I was uber sleep deprived. The weather sucked that day and I was worried about us being late to the appointment. Good times all around. They take us back and the nurse ask what questions we have. She make a list of the 5,000 things we wanted to ask about. Finally the doctor comes in to check on the baby. He asks how we are holding up at which point I burst into tears. My husband looks at me with that "Oh God, she is doing it again" look and the pediatrician just reaches for the tissues. I didn't really pull myself together but did have enough awareness about me to assure him I did not have postpartum depression and was just really tired and frustrated with breastfeeding. Yeah, that was a rough visit. It didn't help that little one had lost more weight which only stressed me out more about the whole breastfeeding thing. (On a positive note, we went in for a weight check 2 days after that and he had put all the weight back on so no worries there!)
The most amusing crying episode was probably the first night in the hospital. My husband is a very routined kind of guy. He goes to bed and wakes up at the same times pretty much every day. He also sleeps with blackout curtains and a fan to block out noise. Needless to say sleeping in a hospital room with a newborn was a very new experience for him and he takes a little time to adjust to change. Fortunately I now these things about my husband and generally love him for it! However, add exhaustion and crazy post pregnancy hormones and everything seems worse. The first night baby wakes up in the middle of the night and was crying for like an hour. We tried everything from feeding, to changing, to swaddling. Nothing worked. I'm already on the verge of crying feeling like a failure that I can't comfort my own son. Then my husband, in classic him style, verbalizes that our new precious baby boy is "a disaster." I lose it. I sit there rocking the baby in tears. My husband, exhausted and oblivious, still trying to sleep has no idea. When the baby is still not sleeping a half hour later he insist we call the nurse to help. She comes in and helps us swaddle him tighter and he finally goes to sleep. At this point, my husband finally realizes I have been crying and asks (oblivious!) why I am so upset. I tell him it's because he hates our son and thinks he's a disaster. I think it took a lot for him to not laugh at me as I burst into more tears. He then calmly clarifies that he loves our son and does not think he is a disaster just his sleep. He also apologized for how it came out and gave us both kisses. Needless to say there have been a few other random crying episodes due to things my husband has said in the middle of the night. The saving grace about it, he always apologizes in the morning!
There have been a lot of other cries since then. Crying at things not being just so, crying when my mom and sister abandoned me (I mean went back home). Fortunately, 2 weeks in I think the crying has slowed down for the most part. Hopefully the hormones are leveling out. I'm not used to being such a crier!
Trying to figure out breastfeeding was probably the worst. They kept telling me I needed to feed the baby every 2-3 hours but he just wanted to sleep. When he did try to feed he was pretty lazy about it. Latching on without sucking or sucking without latching on. It would take us 30 minutes sometimes just to get started. That left me in tears and frustrated and baby in tears and frustrated. Thankfully, after about a week he finally figured out that the food was good and things have gotten a lot better. But man there were a lot of tears. Momma could have mentioned the tears. Fortunately for me, she was around that first week to offer help!
Possibly one of the most embarrassing cries was the first pediatrician visit. Baby was born on a Sunday, we went home on Tuesday, and the appointment was on Thursday. My milk had just come in so my boobs hurt like you wouldn't believe and baby wasn't feeding well yet. Oh and I was uber sleep deprived. The weather sucked that day and I was worried about us being late to the appointment. Good times all around. They take us back and the nurse ask what questions we have. She make a list of the 5,000 things we wanted to ask about. Finally the doctor comes in to check on the baby. He asks how we are holding up at which point I burst into tears. My husband looks at me with that "Oh God, she is doing it again" look and the pediatrician just reaches for the tissues. I didn't really pull myself together but did have enough awareness about me to assure him I did not have postpartum depression and was just really tired and frustrated with breastfeeding. Yeah, that was a rough visit. It didn't help that little one had lost more weight which only stressed me out more about the whole breastfeeding thing. (On a positive note, we went in for a weight check 2 days after that and he had put all the weight back on so no worries there!)
The most amusing crying episode was probably the first night in the hospital. My husband is a very routined kind of guy. He goes to bed and wakes up at the same times pretty much every day. He also sleeps with blackout curtains and a fan to block out noise. Needless to say sleeping in a hospital room with a newborn was a very new experience for him and he takes a little time to adjust to change. Fortunately I now these things about my husband and generally love him for it! However, add exhaustion and crazy post pregnancy hormones and everything seems worse. The first night baby wakes up in the middle of the night and was crying for like an hour. We tried everything from feeding, to changing, to swaddling. Nothing worked. I'm already on the verge of crying feeling like a failure that I can't comfort my own son. Then my husband, in classic him style, verbalizes that our new precious baby boy is "a disaster." I lose it. I sit there rocking the baby in tears. My husband, exhausted and oblivious, still trying to sleep has no idea. When the baby is still not sleeping a half hour later he insist we call the nurse to help. She comes in and helps us swaddle him tighter and he finally goes to sleep. At this point, my husband finally realizes I have been crying and asks (oblivious!) why I am so upset. I tell him it's because he hates our son and thinks he's a disaster. I think it took a lot for him to not laugh at me as I burst into more tears. He then calmly clarifies that he loves our son and does not think he is a disaster just his sleep. He also apologized for how it came out and gave us both kisses. Needless to say there have been a few other random crying episodes due to things my husband has said in the middle of the night. The saving grace about it, he always apologizes in the morning!
There have been a lot of other cries since then. Crying at things not being just so, crying when my mom and sister abandoned me (I mean went back home). Fortunately, 2 weeks in I think the crying has slowed down for the most part. Hopefully the hormones are leveling out. I'm not used to being such a crier!
Momma never told me . . . I'd never sleep again
at least not more than 2 or 3 hours at a time. I knew that having a new baby would lead to some sleep deprivation. I was even prepared somewhat for that as in the last month of pregnancy between discomfort and trips to pee I wasn't sleeping all that well anyways. However, waking up every 2-3 hours to feed baby is exhausting. Instead of being up for 5 or 10 minutes max at a time it is now closer to an hour. As the lactation specialist at the hospital put it, "The breastaurant is always open." My husband on the other hand is getting plenty of sleep (but don't tell him that!). I am gracious enough to leave with the baby after the feeding that usually occurs around 4 or 5 in the morning and let him sleep uninterrupted till after 9. I will admit in exchange, he has been good about letting me get some naps in during the day. Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, thanks to the all you can eat buffet that my boobs have become I rarely get in a full sleep cycle before being awoken again by my hungry little piranha. Luckily for him he's super cute so will continue to get away with it for awhile! And besides that, I am getting pretty good at this walking zombie thing.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Momma never told me . . . I'd pee on myself
multiple times! Ok, so this may be TMI and too personal, but what's the point of this blog if not to share all the things no one wants to talk about. I had gotten used to some leaking during pregnancy. It was especially bad towards the end. Every sneeze and cough was a new adventure. Thankfully panty liners did the trick at keeping those leaks under control from the public eye. I figured one the baby was out and off my bladder all would be right with that part of the world again. Boy was I wrong. Not only was it not better, I am pretty sure it was worse! My first real discovery of this was once I got home. It had only been a day or two and I needed to pee but also clean up everything below. As I was preparing the water bottle to clean my bottom side, I felt a warm stream oozing down my leg. I had on a big hospital pad, but there was no stopping this. When I felt myself soaking wet and saw the puddle on the bathroom floor, that was the moment I realized I had NO bladder control. A few days after that, I had a busy afternoon running around with my husband and new son. We had to get our wills signed then go to baby's first check up. I didn't even think about going to the bathroom. As we left the doctor's office (that visit is a whole other post!) baby was fussing his little head off. As we got into the elevator I bent down to comfort him and it happened again. That warm wet feeling was taking over. No warning and no ability to stop it. I looked at my husband and told him what just happened. His ever so supportive response was "Gross!" followed by laughing at me and asking if I had something I could sit on so I wouldn't get it all over his car seat. I suppose the moral of this story is to go frequently whether you think you need to or not.Either that, or invest in some adult diapers after having a baby. On a positive note, I haven't peed all over myself again, but there is still some leaking with coughs and sneezes. I am not sure what I look forward to more, losing the baby weight or regaining full bladder control.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Momma never told me . . . first time labor could be so fast
Back in June my husband and I went through "baby boot camp." That's our title, not theirs. Basically, it was all the information you could ever want to know about having a baby that you could get in the course of a weekend. When they were reviewing all the different delivery techniques I definitely looked at my husband and said he could have the baby, I was done. He laughed and told me as soon as I figured out how to make that happen he would oblige. Needless to say, that whole process scared the crap out of me after hearing horror tales of 24+ hour labors and multiple things that could go wrong. It also didn't help listening to stories of friends and family about different pain levels and complications. I was also crazy enough to consider a natural delivery to which most people looked at me as if I was insane.
Anyhow, anticipating labor for the first time can make you kind of crazy! I spent so much time worrying about if I would know if I was in labor and what if I screwed something up or couldn't handle it. Everyone kept telling me you won't miss labor, that you will definitely know the difference between braxton hicks and real contractions. Well, apparently that isn't always true! In retrospect, I am pretty sure I spent most of the day before my son was born in back labor. I never had any real clear contractions with a pattern. I suspected I might be, but I didn't feel that bad so I just kept going. No harm, no foul . . . right? Well, apparently maybe not so much. I had a backache but whatever. What lady who is 9 months pregnant doesn't have a backache?! Well after going to bed that night, I woke up at 2:40 am to a pop and a gush. I had heard so much about how most women don't actually experience their water breaking before the hospital so I definitely had a panic moment deciding if it was my water breaking or me peeing on myself. After some inspection I decided it was my water breaking. When I woke my husband up to let him know his first dazed and sleepy response was, "This is really inconvienient timing!" Not the most helpful response. I wasn't having any notable contractions though so I told him to go back to bed while I called my doctor and I would let him know when we needed to leave.
My doctor called me back and let me know I could wait at home and go to the hospital when the pain wasn't manageable or at 9 am whichever was first. I let me husband know he could sleep till 8:30 and called my mom to let her know. About 30 minutes later, I started having regular back pains. Those were contractions, but not like they are typically described. I decided to pay attention to timing them only to realize they were already between 3 and 8 minutes apart. So after 40 minutes of this and increasing pain, I called my mom to let her know not to wait and to come now because "I don't feel too good." I then woke my husband up to more awesomeness. We left the house a little after 4 and got to the hospital about 4:30. We had to wait because the was only one lady at the registration desk and she was helping another couple. After the second contraction in a 5 minute window or less I heard her pick up the phone and call for help. They basically took me back before officially checking us in. A side note, back labor HURTS! That pain is insane! I was on my hands and knees on the hospital hall floor at registration.
Oh and in addition to a speedy labor, momma never told me I would lose ALL modesty during this process. In triage, I had to get undressed for the exam. After checking me and realizing I was already at 5 centimeters, the nurse tried to cover me with a sheet while she went to get orders. I was so hot, I am pretty sure I yelled at her to leave me alone. I did eventually agree to put a gown on to go to a labor and delivery room. Once there I was hurting more and more. The nurse there was frustrated that I was being disagreeable about letting her hook me up to the monitors because it required being in a less comfortable position. Apparently she noticed some signs labor was progressing at one point and made me lay down to check me again. That did not make me happy either, but apparently it was a good thing as I was already up to about 8 centimeters less than an hour later. It wasn't much longer till I was pushing and soon after that at 6:18 am, my perfect baby boy made his way into the world. I would love to say because it was fast it didn't hurt, but that would be a HUGE lie. And all that crap you hear about how you forget that part, LIES. You don't forget, you just realize it's worth it (once you get used to not sleeping!). The contractions hurt, pushing hurt A LOT, but really, the after stuff like the bruise from the IV for fluids and the stitches from tearing is what really hurt. That stuff isn't fun.
Anyhow, from water breaking to baby being born was about 3.5 hours. In comparison to the nightmare experience I was expecting I'll take it! It also meant I was able to do an all natural delivery which was pretty rewarding as well. And as I write this I am holding my beautiful new little creature in my arms watching him make the funniest faces and that more than anything makes it all worth it. But don't ever let anyone try to downplay the pain. Love hurts!
Anyhow, anticipating labor for the first time can make you kind of crazy! I spent so much time worrying about if I would know if I was in labor and what if I screwed something up or couldn't handle it. Everyone kept telling me you won't miss labor, that you will definitely know the difference between braxton hicks and real contractions. Well, apparently that isn't always true! In retrospect, I am pretty sure I spent most of the day before my son was born in back labor. I never had any real clear contractions with a pattern. I suspected I might be, but I didn't feel that bad so I just kept going. No harm, no foul . . . right? Well, apparently maybe not so much. I had a backache but whatever. What lady who is 9 months pregnant doesn't have a backache?! Well after going to bed that night, I woke up at 2:40 am to a pop and a gush. I had heard so much about how most women don't actually experience their water breaking before the hospital so I definitely had a panic moment deciding if it was my water breaking or me peeing on myself. After some inspection I decided it was my water breaking. When I woke my husband up to let him know his first dazed and sleepy response was, "This is really inconvienient timing!" Not the most helpful response. I wasn't having any notable contractions though so I told him to go back to bed while I called my doctor and I would let him know when we needed to leave.
My doctor called me back and let me know I could wait at home and go to the hospital when the pain wasn't manageable or at 9 am whichever was first. I let me husband know he could sleep till 8:30 and called my mom to let her know. About 30 minutes later, I started having regular back pains. Those were contractions, but not like they are typically described. I decided to pay attention to timing them only to realize they were already between 3 and 8 minutes apart. So after 40 minutes of this and increasing pain, I called my mom to let her know not to wait and to come now because "I don't feel too good." I then woke my husband up to more awesomeness. We left the house a little after 4 and got to the hospital about 4:30. We had to wait because the was only one lady at the registration desk and she was helping another couple. After the second contraction in a 5 minute window or less I heard her pick up the phone and call for help. They basically took me back before officially checking us in. A side note, back labor HURTS! That pain is insane! I was on my hands and knees on the hospital hall floor at registration.
Oh and in addition to a speedy labor, momma never told me I would lose ALL modesty during this process. In triage, I had to get undressed for the exam. After checking me and realizing I was already at 5 centimeters, the nurse tried to cover me with a sheet while she went to get orders. I was so hot, I am pretty sure I yelled at her to leave me alone. I did eventually agree to put a gown on to go to a labor and delivery room. Once there I was hurting more and more. The nurse there was frustrated that I was being disagreeable about letting her hook me up to the monitors because it required being in a less comfortable position. Apparently she noticed some signs labor was progressing at one point and made me lay down to check me again. That did not make me happy either, but apparently it was a good thing as I was already up to about 8 centimeters less than an hour later. It wasn't much longer till I was pushing and soon after that at 6:18 am, my perfect baby boy made his way into the world. I would love to say because it was fast it didn't hurt, but that would be a HUGE lie. And all that crap you hear about how you forget that part, LIES. You don't forget, you just realize it's worth it (once you get used to not sleeping!). The contractions hurt, pushing hurt A LOT, but really, the after stuff like the bruise from the IV for fluids and the stitches from tearing is what really hurt. That stuff isn't fun.
Anyhow, from water breaking to baby being born was about 3.5 hours. In comparison to the nightmare experience I was expecting I'll take it! It also meant I was able to do an all natural delivery which was pretty rewarding as well. And as I write this I am holding my beautiful new little creature in my arms watching him make the funniest faces and that more than anything makes it all worth it. But don't ever let anyone try to downplay the pain. Love hurts!
Momma never told me . . . I'd be so neglectful!
So, two weeks ago today, baby boy made his arrival 9 days early. I finished work on Friday and made sure to wrap everything up before leaving the office. I had big plans to accomplish a lot of things around the home in the week before he was due. He had other plans! He didn't want to waste a single day of momma's maternity leave. He let me get a few things done Saturday and at 2:40 Sunday morning decided it was time so he broke my water and we progressed from there. Since his arrival, I have become somewhat of a walking zombie with things to do piling up around me. I was on the phone with my dad today and he asked me what I had been up to. Standard response to that question: "Fed a baby, changed a baby, comforted a baby, put a baby to sleep, fed a baby, changed a baby, comforted a baby, put a baby to sleep, loved on my dog, took a nap, REPEAT." I'm not any more well rested but we have been blessed to have great friends. They have brought stuff by including dinners so we haven't had to cook really since we've been home. Anyhow, to make up for my neglect, I am going to post some blogs in mass over the next several days to catch everyone up on all the things I wish my momma or anyone else had ever bothered to mention about labor, delivery, and motherhood! Just remember, when you have a new baby you too will become neglectful and the awesome part is, I don't think anyone cares . . . yet.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Momma never told me . . . My feet could be as large as my belly
Ok, so that may be a bit of an exaggeration but not really. I was in a wedding Saturday at 37 1/2 weeks. There was a lot of time on my feet Friday and Saturday. I wouldn't change it for the world because it was a very dear friend, but come Sunday I could barely walk and most steps made me want to cry. My feet were huge. I don't think the record-setting high temperatures those two days helped much with the problem either.
On a positive note, I made it through the wedding without going into labor despite the fears of pretty much everyone there. Momma also never told me so many people would make it their business to be concerned for me. At the rehearsal dinner the groom's mother reminded me many times to sit down and checked on me at least 6 times during the dinner to ensure I was ok. I am pretty sure that evening should have been about the bride and groom. Then after the ceremony and pictures I finally made it to the cocktail hour. Of course my husband was hiding at the complete other end of the hall. While on my mission to find him at least 7 ladies stopped me to ask me how I was holding up/congratulate me for not going into labor and delivering a baby. Several mentioned their concern when they could see me holding my stomach and thought for sure I was going to have the baby right there. Dudes, babies squirm and kick. Then there are these things called Braxton Hicks. Oh, and despite what movies may have you believe, I am pretty sure that for most people the whole labor process takes hours! On top of that, they obviously don't know me that well. If I am that close to a filet mignon, I am not going anywhere until it is in my belly! I think my favorite though was when a lady swore I was having a baby when I temporarily left the ceremony (to pee!). It was a full catholic mass. I waited till the whole drawn out preparing communion thing to leave. I didn't miss any of the actual vows and I returned promptly. Most people didn't even notice because they were paying attention to the bride and groom, not the corner where the bride strategically sat me because she knew my bladder wouldn't hold up!
Anyhow, back at work today to the seeming shock of every client that shows up. Apparently this baby was supposed to come by now despite having a good two weeks until the due date. My mom has also become annoyingly but lovingly antsy. She called this morning to be sure I knew she was ready to have this baby anytime. I mean really! She has 8 other grandchildren so far. I suppose being the first daughter (not -in-law) to have a kid is a big deal.
On a positive note, I made it through the wedding without going into labor despite the fears of pretty much everyone there. Momma also never told me so many people would make it their business to be concerned for me. At the rehearsal dinner the groom's mother reminded me many times to sit down and checked on me at least 6 times during the dinner to ensure I was ok. I am pretty sure that evening should have been about the bride and groom. Then after the ceremony and pictures I finally made it to the cocktail hour. Of course my husband was hiding at the complete other end of the hall. While on my mission to find him at least 7 ladies stopped me to ask me how I was holding up/congratulate me for not going into labor and delivering a baby. Several mentioned their concern when they could see me holding my stomach and thought for sure I was going to have the baby right there. Dudes, babies squirm and kick. Then there are these things called Braxton Hicks. Oh, and despite what movies may have you believe, I am pretty sure that for most people the whole labor process takes hours! On top of that, they obviously don't know me that well. If I am that close to a filet mignon, I am not going anywhere until it is in my belly! I think my favorite though was when a lady swore I was having a baby when I temporarily left the ceremony (to pee!). It was a full catholic mass. I waited till the whole drawn out preparing communion thing to leave. I didn't miss any of the actual vows and I returned promptly. Most people didn't even notice because they were paying attention to the bride and groom, not the corner where the bride strategically sat me because she knew my bladder wouldn't hold up!
Anyhow, back at work today to the seeming shock of every client that shows up. Apparently this baby was supposed to come by now despite having a good two weeks until the due date. My mom has also become annoyingly but lovingly antsy. She called this morning to be sure I knew she was ready to have this baby anytime. I mean really! She has 8 other grandchildren so far. I suppose being the first daughter (not -in-law) to have a kid is a big deal.
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