The Adventures of Bug and Boo

A Vulnerable Sharing

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It's been a long time since I sat and wrote anything creatively. A LONG time. So much so that I actually started a journal entry a few days ago entitled, "Wherein I Lament the Demise of My Creativity" and then decided I was being far too dramatic and fatalistic, and quickly searched online for a creative writing prompt to get the juices flowing. If you recall, my word of the year is "do," and there were many things attached to that word - in the eco-friendly, natural, homemade space but also in terms of personal goals in writing, and pursuing social justice in some way. One thing I wrote as a goal for writing, was just DO it. Stop attaching all of my expectations to it, take all of the pressure off, and just simply write again. So, in the aim of sharing the real me in this space, here's a little from my very first creative writing prompt in well over a decade. I'm well out of practice of writing in the third person...but enough excuses. Here goes:  

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She sits, waiting. Staring out the window blankly, not even registering the last stubborn remnants of snow clinging to the far edges of the garden, or the faint twittering of the first birds to herald the coming of spring. She sees and hears none of it. She is lost deep inside her mind, wandering, wondering. And waiting. 

There is so much that lies ahead and myriad things that must be done. Many would feel that call to action, and rise up in response, begin to move, to do. But not she. She feels no urge in this moment, no gravitational pull in any direction, as if Newton's law doesn't apply at all. Instead she floats in a space somewhere between earth and the stars, patiently watching the ants marching beneath her from home, to work, to home again, all to start again the next day. She sees it from afar, but does not recognize it. 

She blinks and almost imperceptibly shakes her head, as if she's attempting to shake off the somnolence that lightly rests upon her like a veil. Her eyes attempt to focus on the world directly in front of her. For a moment, it is almost as if she fully sees. Her pupils dilate in their first response to the sunlight beaming into the room, and her eyes narrow, squinting ever so slightly, as she tries to discern what she finally sees just outside the window's clear glass. 

But then, a small noise is heard from an unseen room nearby. A quiet calling, a nonsensical syllable in a voice that is too shrill, too used to being muted. And that tiny atmospheric change is all it takes; she silently retreats back into her shell, back into herself. No longer focusing, no longer seeing. She is only aware of what is inside her own head again - whatever vast and haunting things have taken up residence since she was last able to clear out the dusty cobwebs hanging in the corners of her fragile mind. There, amongst the clutter, she waits. 


OK, fellow writers and readers. Thoughts? Critiques? Share, please!! 

3 Perfect Date Looks for Any Occasion

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Are you guys familiar with the concept of 'shopping your closet' ? The general gist is to find new ways to wear the things you already own, rather than buying new pieces. This is a great concept for many reasons: environmentally friendly (in essence, you're 'reusing' your wardrobe), budget friendly, and you learn new ways to try items you already had and may have grown bored with wearing the same ways over and over. 

As I start mentally preparing for the arrival of baby #3, I am reminding myself of the slow season of 'one-on-one' time that a new infant heralds in coupledom. Which basically makes me want to cram in as many date nights as I can with my husband before the summer! And because I love styling outfits, I went on a search for some 'new' date outfits that I can wear on our next occasions out together. Because even on the off chance that I don't have the chance to wear all of them, looking at the outfits is nearly as good... ;) 

First up is the pretty purple top and clutch from my first Stitch Fix box, paired with The Best Maternity Jeans Ever (an extremely flattering skinny jean with low belly band), these gorgeous tan ankle boots from Anthropologie, and some skinny gold bangles and a gold disc necklace. 

OK, so for this look I technically have only owned the top and clutch for a month, but they were in my closet so I'm counting it. ;) I love the shade of purple and that cheeky little cross-x at the top of the shirt's back. It keeps it from being simple or boring, and the pattern adds a little pizzazz as well. The boots are the most comfortable ones I own and such nice leather! And those jeans are incredibly flattering, keep their shape even after a few wears, and are the perfect amount of stretch. I had in mind an evening at a funky bar, bowling, or a meal at a trendy but not overly fancy restaurant. This look would be perfect for a daytime date - meeting for coffee, a scavenger hunt - by simply sticking the clutch into a bigger bag that could hold your daytime necessities too. 

I love wearing dresses, so any time I can style an outfit around a cute day dress, I do! This is a sweet flutter-sleeve maternity dress from Zara, in a lightweight chiffon sort of material. The tie-back belt helps to flatter your bump and define a high waist. I paired a simple gold cutout flat from JustFab with it, and added a pop of color with this LV handbag. I love the bright mustard with the navy! Between the bright yellow and the gold flats, this look didn't require much jewelry so I figured I'd keep it with my standard daily pieces - double earring studs and a small simple necklace that M gave me. 

I would wear this to a museum, to a restaurant, pretty much anywhere that requires a look that is slightly more 'dressy' than 'casual' - or whenever you want to up the feminine factor a bit!

This look is my favorite! I adore the lavender lace overlay on the dress and how the suede kitten heels pick it up perfectly. I love the way the leather in the moto jacket and fringe clutch give the lacy dress more edge. I added the patterned scarf for a bit more visual interest but kept the jewelry simple and classic with a strand of pearls and my favorite (wedding!) earrings. 

This outfit is perfect for a romantic dinner somewhere nice, or an evening at the theatre - and it could equally do a live music gig too. 

What is one of your go-to date outfits? (If you're looking for date night inspiration, check these ideas out!) 

Top Tips for Traveling with Children

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This weekend I am traveling ALONE...which I've only done once since becoming a mom, and comes with its own crazy laundry list of preparations (mostly instructions for the care of those 'left behind'!). But it started me thinking about how much work it is to travel with children, when you're new to it. Here are a few helpful hints for any parents about to embark on a journey with children for the first time. (These tips are tailored for flights, especially long ones. Driving is a different ballgame!) 

Traveling with an infant is miles easier than with a toddler. They're not so bored with sitting in one place for long periods of time, because chances are they're not crawling or walking yet, and they're pretty content to be stuck to you for hours on end. Toddlers, on the other hand, get BORED and then irritable. There are things you can do / bring to make the trip easier for you all: 

  • Bulkhead row: after booking your airline ticket online, call the reservations desk and talk to them about putting you in the bulkhead row for your flight. It may not be available, but if it is, the extra space in front of you will be a godsend. Also, if your baby is still relatively small, many airlines have clip-on bassinets with seatbelts that can be placed on the wall in front of you once the 'seatbelts' sign has turned off. This is miraculous - it can give you a chance to run to the restroom, eat your dinner, or even just rest if you're lucky enough that your baby sleeps in it! 
  • Carrier: I'm a big fan of babywearing anyway, but when you're traveling, it's even better. There are benefits to the stroller (below), but you can't bring that on the plane. And since baby will have to be in your lap anyway, why not give your arms a rest and let her snuggle you in the carrier? Added bonus: no need to worry about whether baby's head or feet are out in the aisle when they fall asleep. (I traveled alone from NY to London with Bug when she was 7 months old and forgot to pack a carrier...she finally slept, in my arms because there was too much turbulence for the bassinet, but I had to stay awake to make sure she didn't end up an inch or two into the aisle and get clipped by the drinks cart! Ugh...) And with toddlers whose little legs get very tired very quickly, this can save on a tantrum when they've just decided they. will. not. go. any. further.! 
  • Extra Everything: Let's face it - sometimes babies do not have the best tummies. And the last thing you want to deal with on a plane is a blowout diaper or being puked on, but it happens. (Just pray it doesn't happen during takeoff or landing or you'll just have to sit and wait until you can deal with it....!) So extras are important: bring more diapers & wipes than you think you'll need, an extra few onesies or outfits for baby, and even an extra top/bra/underwear/leggings for yourself if you have the space. Even if you don't use them, it's better to be safe than flying for hours with ohmigosh-what-is-thaaat on your clothes! 
  • Toys: Distractions, distractions, distractions!  Bring as many toys as you can fit, and make at least a few of them new to the child(ren). Check out this post for specific toys that have been tried and tested with us before. For an older toddler, games on an iPad and watching movies on the plane TV will keep them occupied a fair bit. Puzzles and simple games go a long way too. Don't forget to space them out so you get the maximum benefit of each item.
  • Snacks: This one is not just for the kids - you will need snacks too! Especially if you're traveling alone - you may not be able to handle a squirmy child in your lap and a hot meal in that tiny space between your seat and the one in front of you. I have flown a 7 hour flight and not eaten a thing or gotten to use the restroom because Bug was awake and irritable the entire time, and it was horrible! Pack as many snacks as you can fit in your carryon (Btw, a diaper bag counts as baby's carryon, so you can still bring your own and your purse, if you can manage it!) 
  • Water bottle: Flying makes you thirsty, and wrangling a baby (and breastfeeding one) does too! I'm not a fan of disposable bottles of water, which are your only option in airports as you can't take liquids through security. However, you can take an empty bottle - and the reusable ones with a filter are brilliant! Because the filter is inbuilt you can even fill it in the sink in a restroom. And you don't have to wait for the air hostess to bring you one of those tiny little sample bottles three times in the flight. 
  • Bottle/breast/pacifier: The change in air pressure can bother your baby's ears when you take off and land, but unlike adults, they don't know to swallow or move their jaw around to 'pop' their ears. This can lead to a screaming frenzy from an infant in pain! The best thing I found when Bug was very little was time her next breastfeeding session to the takeoff time and the problem would naturally resolve. (Obviously a bottle would work too!) However if there are delays, an overly hungry baby can scream too much to feed, so tread carefully here. You can always try letting the baby suck on your finger or pacifier, too - just make sure they do it for the entire ascent / descent to avoid the pressure. 
  • Ride On Luggage: We have a Trunki and it is seriously the best thing ever! (see above) Not only does Bug get excited at having her very own suitcase, it's totally adorable, easy to spot, and she can either drag it herself or we can pull it with her sitting on it - very helpful for those interchanges between terminals! 
  • Stroller / Pushchair: Whether you push baby all the way to the gate and then gate-check it, or decide to check it in with your luggage, having a stroller  with you will be priceless at some point. (If for nothing other than a place to store all of your carryon items so you don't have to lug them around!)
  • Make It Fun: Find the play spaces at airports! Little ones can usually crawl around in a safe space and older ones can avail of the climbing frames or ball pits that you find. Create games out of the otherwise boring moments - count suitcases in their favorite color. Have them point out all the letters they recognize. Make up stories about where you're headed, or names of places you don't recognize. Keep it entertaining so they don't get bored before you're even on the flight!

Now in the recent past I have heard of people handing out candies or sweets to the people around them on the plane, in case of their child not handling the flight well. I've never seen it myself, nor have I done it, but it certainly sounds like a nice thing to do. Sometimes babies scream and cry, and despite all of parental efforts, there's nothing to be done. This happens in the safety of our own homes; you better believe it can happen on a plane too. Just accept that it's a possibility before you start flying or you will stress yourself and your baby out by panicking and trying desperately to quiet them. 

It can be a lot of work, but it is totally worth it! Being able to explore as a family, and show your children new places and cultures, is an amazing experience and one that we plan on continuing - even after we're outnumbered by kids! ;) 

Have you ever taken a long trip with small kids? What tips do you have?! 

Grateful for My Girls

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Is that not the cutest picture ever?? #iknowimbiased ;) 

Oh my goodness. I can't handle it. These two little girls are just days from being one and three... We had their birthday celebration with my family here over the weekend. (I suspect Bug may ask to invite friends next year; I think she's finally wised up to my attempt to keep things smallish haha!) She had requested a Tinkerbell theme, which I shouldn't have been surprised at - she is obsessed with her fairy door that she got from her cousins in Ireland last year (from the Irish Fairy Door company!) and of course named the fairy who 'lived there' Tinkerbell. 

Looking over the weekend's pictures, I can't help but marvel at the fact that we've got these two beautiful little girls in our life (soon to be a third!) and at how grown up they both are. It's the quintessential mom statement, but it truly does feel like just yesterday they were small enough to fit in the crook of my arm... 

To the one who only started sleeping through the night properly one short month ago...(yep, you read that right. ELEVEN MONTHS of waking regularly in the night...) I love you. I love being your mama. I love hearing your hilariously contagious giggles, and seeing your eyebrows scrunch up in a myriad of expressions that seem to genuinely convey what you're thinking. Your squawking as of late has become wacky and fun communication - we can understand what you're trying your hardest to convey more of the time, and it is going to be so awesome when we can finally pick out recognizable words from the rest of the mix! My heart melts when you say "mama" because you say it so infrequently - and you always say it when you're upset or need cuddles or are hungry - and I adore the way you call out "dada" over and over until you see him poke his head around the corner of the kitchen where he's gone to get coffee, and then you squeal with delight and say "hiiiii" with your sweet baby voice and a big toothy grin. Or the way you became despondent the other day when he handed you to me and went down to his office in the morning, and you kept pointing at his door and crying for him. Seeing your relationship develop is the most incredible thing, just as it was for your sister. You're saying "hiiiii" and waving like a beauty queen for months now and it shows no sign of slowing - we really ought to get you a parade float of your very own! You've also started saying "wow" when you see things that are really interesting, and banging your hands and toys and plates on tables for the joy of the noise of it, and stacking blocks just the other day, and I cannot keep you off the fireplace or anything else raised for that matter - you love to climb and look at every surface as a challenge that you regularly rise to! You're all about high fives and clinking your cup with everyone else's at the table to get someone to say "cheers" :) The open mouthed kisses you've started giving with proper leans into the recipient, they just melt me. Or when you are being held by someone else and I walk by and you almost dive out of their arms into moments ever. Even when I have to share absolutely everything I try to eat with you because of the meltdown that will ensue if I tried to withhold a snack, I have to laugh at your persistent pointing and hollering and the way you will try anything at all. I love how our puppy Jack has become your best friend these last couple of months. You crawl all over him, regularly push him out of his own bed so you can lay in it, give him all your toys (& Bug's!) to chew on, and let him lick the food out of your hair (which I swear you rub into your hair at the dinner table just for that reaction!) and it is amazingly adorable. I can already tell he's going to be your special pet and he's completely on board with that alliance. Very soon you will be walking independently. Only a week or two ago we brought the walker up from the basement and within seconds - literally! - you were up and pushing that thing all around the kitchen with glee! Any time Papa is around you take steps with him and twice now you've let go and stood all by yourself - and once you even took a step all by yourself.

It doesn't matter that all of these phases are things we've seen another child through. Every time is amazing and special and wonderful and makes parents look at each other in awe and think, WE made this person. She's half you and half me....! I love you forever and always, my not-so-little Peanut. 

And to my precious little sweetheart who has become the best big sister ever, who goes over to her little sister often throughout the day simply to give her a hug or tell her you love her. Who always says you're sorry after bumping into her (whether accidentally or on purpose..) and can always distract her from crying by making her laugh. In fact, you can make her laugh like nobody else - she loves you so much! She adores you and follows you around constantly, which you handle like a champ for the most part, and you're getting so much better at sharing even your favorite toys. You constantly make me proud. Your memory is insane - I stop and just look at you sometimes with the things that you remember from months and months ago. You like to take your books from me and 'read' them to me instead - which you nearly recite verbatim because you know them so well. (And you demand that the voices are done properly, to your poor Daddy's chagrin as usually the 'proper' voices are the ones you've heard me reading them to you in...!) You are so stinking smart, and your communication is mind-boggling. Not only do you say - clearly! - hundreds more words than I feel like you ought to even know at this point, but you understand them and how to use them properly. Hearing you speak is one of my favorite sounds in the world. Lately everything is "that's my FAVorite ___ !" which makes me smile each time. I love your enthusiasm and your joy about the world around you. I love how much you believe in fairies and magic and how you love to play pretend with us. I love the stories that you create and tell us daily, and the wonderfully imaginative playful "pretend" that we absolutely must take part in and play the role that we've been designated. The way you've started to call for my attention by going "Mommy, mommy, mommy....." before any statement to come out of your mouth is brand new - no idea where you learned it - but it's pretty funny. The harrumphs and sighs when you have to wait, or are asked to be patient, or perhaps have to share something you don't want to...I can already see the flicks of attitude that we are in for when you're a teenager (God help us!) and at the same time, I know that it's been a big transition going from just you with Mommy and Daddy, to you AND Peanut - who requires a lot more attention still, let's be honest. And I still feel guilty for that, and for not being able to give you my sole undivided attention whenever you seek it out ("Mommy, do you want to set her down and come play this with me?") - but yet you've grown to be so independent. You are wonderful to play on your own with your puzzles or books or kitchen set when I need to be doing something else, but I constantly thank God that you still love cuddles, because those snuggles on the sofa in the hour after Peanut goes to bed and you're just with me, or with me and Daddy, are some of my favorite minutes in the day. Just last night we squashed ourselves under the big thick blanket on the sofa, watched Stick Man together (one of your current favorites), and the whole time you kept turning onto your side and chatting to me about your doll and things that happened in the day. :) Still, your independence is becoming more and more pronounced, as is the fact that you're no longer a baby in any way shape or form - you are such a grown up little girl and I shake my head often at that fact, and wonder where on earth did all the time go...?!

You are becoming a sensitive, loving, clever little girl and I am so excited to see how you grow out of the toddler age and into the little girl ages. You are my first baby, now my big girl - the one who made me a Mom and I'd wanted that so much. You broke us in as parents and constantly teach us new lessons about what we don't know on that topic, and always, always, ALWAYS make us want to be the best parents we can be.

And to the one who we haven't yet met...your big sisters are pretty incredible people. You're going to love them, just as they are going to love you! I can't wait to meet the little person who's just starting to kick and flutter hard enough for me to feel at night, and to see who you're going to look like. I pray that you and your sisters will be the best of friends, and will always know that you have each other to turn to and rely on. Family is absolutely everything. 

I love you all, my beautiful girls. I am so grateful for each and every one of you, and what I am learning from you every day. And I always will be! 

A Grateful Heart with Ember Grey

Peanut's Birth Story, Part 2 - aka The Big Finish

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I shared the first half of this story a couple days ago (you can read that part here) and I didn't intend on stopping in the middle, but it was turning too long as I relived every moment of that day! So...after my parents trying to gently advise me to go on into the hospital, and our blizzardy contraction-filled drive with me shouting hilarious-to-me-now things at my husband: 

We arrive at the hospital and I waddle as best I can into the entrance, and rapidly start having another contraction. They're about 2 or 3 minutes apart at this point, and so unbelievably painful...they say with each child the contractions are worse, and man, did I believe it at this point. They bundle me into a wheelchair and push me quickly down the hall and into the elevator, with M running to throw the car keys at the maternity valet (such an amazing amenity!) and quickly reach us in time to scoot into the same elevator. We are wheeled onto the maternity ward and I'm sat in a little temporary bay with a curtain pulled for privacy (because that's going to keep the sounds of my hollering in, of course..) and a lovely nurse arrives and starts asking me admitting questions. M has to take over at this point because by the time she finishes a question and needs an answer, I'm in the throes of another contraction and cannot speak coherently. Another nurse arrives and tries to insert an IV cannula into my left forearm and as I contract in the middle of it, I jerk and the needle collapses my vein...! (I'd say it hurt but I wasn't really thinking of it at the time. It was one of the most painful parts of my recovery though...I had a huuuuge swollen purple bruise of all the released blood under the skin of my forearm and it took ages for it to go away. OUCH.) Now they are wrapping my belly in tapes to measure the contractions on a machine, and the baby's heart rate (all of these are new things as I had a completely natural, largely unmonitored, birth the first time) and then the quick exam to check out the dilation story. 

The on-call doc from my OB practice arrives all calm and cool in the middle of this, introduces himself and very nonchalantly asks how things are going. We try to have a conversation, and they advise him that I'm ONLY THREE CM DILATED. ??????!!!! I want so badly to just kick the nurse who said that...stopped only by my inability to control my body parts because of the contractions and pain. When I was in labor with Bug for what felt like months, every time they checked me, I was 3 cm and it never progressed - not until they finally broke my waters. I say this to the Dr and he says that technically I'm not 39 weeks yet and until that point (tomorrow) they can't "interfere" aka break my waters for me. He says it seems clear that I'm fully in labor as my contractions are so frequent and given that it's 6:30pm, they might as well admit me and monitor my contractions; if midnight rolls around and nothing has happened on its own, they can step in and try to help things along. The nurse asks me for the 2nd time if I want an epidural or any kind of pain relief. She is quick to say that I don't have to, it's up to me, but if I want it to, be sure to let them know as it can take time to organize and get relief from. The whole time we were driving to the hospital and going through the admittance process I was having the stupid debate in my head and trying to ask M what I should do - I didn't have it with Bug and I kind of preferred not to have it again, but I could not bear the thought of another 20 hours of this unbearable pain every 2 or 3 minutes. (Still absolutely convinced it would happen exactly like the 1st time!) So I finally said, yes, please, I'd really like an epidural. Please. Now. Like NOW. It's roughly 6:50pm at this point. 

I'm rolled along on the gurney with M walking beside me and we're placed in a nice, albeit very bright and medical-looking, room. It's a private room, thankfully, but that's such a misnomer because there are 2 or 3 nurses in with us, arranging the bed and shifting equipment out of the way or closer to me, checking the belly tapes, asking a question here or there. I'm in agony and asking how long til the epidural person comes. M is trying to help me breathe through the contractions and I'm useless - for some reason these ones seem so much more intense and all-encompassing than the ones I had with Bug. I am outright screaming through these, and squeezing all of the bones out of poor M's hand. At one point I  hear him saying shhhhh to me and I snap at him not to tell me to shush! And as the nurses try to hide their grins he tries to explain he wasn't saying shush he was just trying to coach me to breathe properly (oops). 

A young man arrives and tells me he's there to place the epidural and I think, oh thank GOD. He spends some time setting up his tools and things on a tray next to the bed and chatting away - I'm basically ignoring him as I suffer through these awful pains - and a cheery nurse who has been also coaching me to breathe through the contractions helps me sit up and drop my feet over the side of the hospital bed. The anesthesiologist tells me all of the steps he needs to take and what each step will entail and I'm just begging him in my head to just flippin' DO it already, I don't need the play-by-play, I don't WANT to know when the needle will be going into my spine, just GIVE ME SOME RELIEF. They ask me to curl my spine, basically hunching over my knees, and push my back into the needle (yep, that seems possible during all this). I feel crazy, crazy pressure in my abdomen. He told me I'd feel a bit of pressure but this seems like way too much so I start to say something and then all of a sudden I feel like I absolutely must go to the bathroom. Like, NOW. I try to hold it because he's still puttering around behind me and I know I can't get into the loo right now and I'm having all these panicked and utterly insane thoughts, like how can I go to the bathroom when I'm in the middle of labor, what if the baby pops out too...!? 

An older, calmer man wanders into my room - apparently to check on the young anesthesiologist. I finally say something to the nurse - I tell her I feel like I need to go to the bathroom really, really badly, and she stops and blinks at me, and says that they ought to check my cervix. She calls another nurse into the room, the anesthesiologist stops what he's doing behind me and I'm laid back on the bed for a quick check - she surprisedly says well you're definitely 10cm now and you can push any time you want to. Do you want to? I say that I don't know, should I?? Is the epidural done?? The older Dr tells the younger Dr that he needs to finish it, he can't leave a cannula in my back without placing the final line (the one that offers all the relief!) and that I need to push so he has to do it quickly. Young doc looks a bit panicked and I am definitely not relishing catching that sight when I'm turned to the side again and told to hold very still. I honestly have no idea if the pressure I'm feeling is from what he's doing, or from the baby trying to get out, but all I want to do is push at this point. He finally says he's finished, tapes up my back, exits the room with a huge look of relief on his face (thanks, guy), and I'm placed back on the bed with the back sat way up. The Dr arrives and checks on things, they tell him I'm ready to push, and they tell me to go ahead....I've got M to the left of me by my side, the male Dr and two female nurses down by my nether region, and another nurse off to the right fiddling with equipment and reading things. I start pushing - and screaming my head off, because OW. The three down below are super helpful, telling me when to give big pushes and telling me to stop, don't push now, ok if you can do teeny tiny pushes do a couple of those (nothing ever felt more complicated in my life, trying not to push when all your body wants to do is push, and then, holding tight and just pushing a tiny bit for one second then stopping again...). All of a sudden, my water breaks, and I am mortified as liquid seems to fly everywhere in the room - including on M and his brand new jumper, and I'm looking at him trying to figure out how to get anything out of that material and is he going to be super grossed out by that - then I'm rapidly pulled back into the moment of pushing and shrieking, and then, without hardly any duration of time going by, that amazing moment of bodily RELIEF....the baby is out!!!! M looks at me with big eyes and smile and tells me it's another girl!! He cuts the cord, she cries, they wipe her down quickly and hand her to me right away. She's on my chest and we're both looking down at her in disbelief, and the 3 down below are still poking away at me, and they tell me it's 7:45pm. I'VE ONLY BEEN AT THE HOSPITAL FOR ABOUT AN HOUR....!! 

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I'll gloss over all the postnatal bits and bobs, suffice it to say that there's plenty more to happen afterwards but I was too busy enjoying the afterglow to really care - and despite all of the monitoring and people in the room and medical staff staring at my bits during it, they did brilliantly at making sure I didn't need any stitches afterwards.

About 15 minutes after Peanut arrived, all of a sudden my legs went numb. Yeah. The epidural finally kicked in...AFTER she was born. HA! Turns out, the insane amount of pain I was feeling with the contractions was because I didn't have that long, slow burn build-up that I had with Bug. I had 24 hours of contraction build-up with her, so my body had time to get used to the increasing intensity and frequency. This time I didn't start having contractions until after 2:30 and Peanut was born 5 hours later - I had no time to adjust. (I still think it's horrible that I had to pay for that epidural seeing as I didn't get it in time, but whatever. I'll get over it. Someday.) ;) 

So Peanut arrived on Bug's birthday - the 12th of February - what are the odds? And with the time difference between EST & GMT, their arrival times were within an hour of each other on that date, two years apart. CRAZY. And amazing. :) An auspicious day for the rest of our lives!