I like running, pop culture, random facts/tidbits of information, keeping my meals clean and my workouts dirty, finding new ways to exercise (that don't bore me), making (and crossing items off of) lists, dresses, headbands, yoga, home cooked meals, and striving to be the best possible version of myself. Especially now, since I'm expecting a baby in July. My name's Melissa, and it's very nice to meet you.

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When my sister Ellie-sits I’m guaranteed to come home to E wearing some sort of fabulous outfit (with pants! And a headband!) - a far cry from the basic onesie that I typically put her in.

When my sister Ellie-sits I’m guaranteed to come home to E wearing some sort of fabulous outfit (with pants! And a headband!) - a far cry from the basic onesie that I typically put her in.

Today in Child Rearing

My kid pooped all over me and my boba wrap - moments after I put her in it (and after I tied the most perfect wrap ever - snug, but not too constricting)

I ate cold, leftover spaghetti straight from the container for lunch, with Ellie draped over my shoulder (because it’s the only way she wouldn’t scream). Because of this positioning, I totally dropped food on her.

It’s 3pm and I’m still wearing my pajamas - although baby has changed outfits three times (for reasons, see above)

I thought it’d be a good time to introduce a pacifier, to - you know - pacify her, but instead, she started to gag/choke on it.

In spite of these things, I really shouldn’t complain. I mean, I was able to brush my teeth and eat lunch (which is more than I can do some days) - and I get to hang out with her all day, so I am trying to appreciate these moments. What’s that saying? The days are long, but the years are short?

I guess my endless chatter is too much for baby.

I guess my endless chatter is too much for baby.

Friday morning snooze-fest. (Don’t worry - I was supervising.)

Friday morning snooze-fest. (Don’t worry - I was supervising.)

Happy one month birthday to the sassiest little woman around!
At one month, you love:
Your swing
Being swaddled
When daddy brushes your hair
Bath time
Yelling
Sleeping in your boba wrap
You dislike:
The dogs’ sudden movements
Getting dressed
Sunlight in your eyes 
Loud noises
Sleeping during the nighttime hours
Every day with you is a blessing (and a challenge!) - and we’re trying to settle info a routine (as if that’s even possible with a newborn, right?), but I’m so glad to be your momma. You make me laugh and have shown me love deeper than I ever thought possible. Happy one month, Ellie!

Happy one month birthday to the sassiest little woman around!

At one month, you love:

  • Your swing
  • Being swaddled
  • When daddy brushes your hair
  • Bath time
  • Yelling
  • Sleeping in your boba wrap

You dislike:

  • The dogs’ sudden movements
  • Getting dressed
  • Sunlight in your eyes 
  • Loud noises
  • Sleeping during the nighttime hours

Every day with you is a blessing (and a challenge!) - and we’re trying to settle info a routine (as if that’s even possible with a newborn, right?), but I’m so glad to be your momma. You make me laugh and have shown me love deeper than I ever thought possible. Happy one month, Ellie!

I cannot believe Ellie has been in our lives for nearly a month. She made her arrival in an unexpected way (and 10 days early!) - and we spent our first four days in the hospital, but even with that, it seems like time has flown by. I’m sure it’s a combination of deliriousness from lack of sleep, total confusion about how to be a parent, and sheer nervousness (is she pooping enough? why hasn’t her umbilical cord fallen off? is she hungry again? am I spoiling her/setting her up for sleep issues later?)

My labor started around 3:30am on 6/23. I had plans to go to the beach that morning (since it was the first day of my maternity leave), and for the first few hours I was in denial that it was “real labor” - although my contractions were becoming increasingly stronger. I woke Jeff up around 5am (after I downloaded an app to track/measure my contractions) and told him to go to work for at least a few hours, to clean up any open projects he was working on and to let his boss and team know that he might be out of the office for awhile. At this point, I just wanted to stay at home as long as possible, to avoid the embarrassment of being sent home from the hospital for not being ready to give birth.

Jeff came home around 9:30 (after being at work for less than an hour), since he couldn’t concentrate. I called my doctor’s office and they advised me to head to the hospital, since my contractions were lasting about :45 seconds and occurring every 5 minutes. I took a shower (stopping every few moments to hunch over in pain and track my contractions), blow dried my hair, and we headed to the hospital around noon.

At this point, I tried to eat a granola bar, since I heard horror stories about people being super hungry during labor, but not being able to eat anything other than clear liquids, but food did not agree with me. At all.

We got to the hospital, Jeff dropped me off at the front door while he parked the car, and we headed upstairs to the labor and delivery floor. At this point, my contractions were so strong that I couldn’t even push the buttons on the elevator. I just held up three fingers to a man in the elevator hoping he’d push the buttons for me.

At the admittance desk, I was lucky enough to see one of the women in my running group. Just seeing a friendly face made the experience a bit less surreal and uncomfortable. They admitted me to triage, I put on the hospital-issued gown and Jeff and I settled into our triage room. I was still breathing through my contractions and while they were painful, there were moments of reprieve between them. The triage doctor came in, checked me and said I was 5cm, and that I was going to be admitted (at which point I felt a big rush of relief - phew! I was in actual labor and wasn’t going to be sent home!)

The next few hours were spent in triage, waiting for labor to progress, waiting for a delivery room to open, and waiting for my OB to arrive. Finally, when I was 8cm dilated (and after vomiting from the pain), I couldn’t take the contractions any longer and requested an epidural. It was about 3:30pm at this time, and of course, the anesthesiologists were all occupied with c-section deliveries, so I needed to wait.

I was moved into a delivery room and around 4:45, I got my epidural. This came after much side eye being given to my nurse, much squeezing of my husband’s hand, and a few choice words. But, the epidural only seemed to work on one side. I could still feel strong pain on my left side, so after some waiting and complaining, the anesthesiologist upped the dosage (or something), and my legs went numb.

I was 9cm dialated, so my OB broke my water, and I was so exhausted and finally felt relief from the contractions that I didn’t even mind the gushing from between my legs. After only a few minutes my OB told me to push - and I did. Three times. Baby started to crown, but then the monitor started going crazy. Her heart rate was dropping with every push. My doctor and team of nurses tried to get me to change positions (getting on all fours is nearly impossible when your legs are numb), and they tried to roll me from side to side hoping to get baby’s heart rate up. At this point, my heart rate was dropping too, and I heard the nurse pick up the phone and call for the “entourage” at which time no less than 15 doctors, nurses, and hospital staff rushed in, told me that I needed to have an emergency c-section, and frantically wheeled me into the OR, pushing Jeff out of the way with the gurney.

I got to the OR at 5:26pm and Ellie Lynn was born at 5:29pm. Her umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck twice and each time I pushed, it would tighten around her neck. As I was in the recovery room, my OB, and at least six nurses came in to tell me how awesome I did with labor. I worked through my contractions, my pushes were good, and that with my next baby, I should certainly not need another c-section. (Keep in mind, this is 30 minutes after I just delivered my baby. I was in no mood to talk about a hypothetical baby #2.)

Although this was not what I planned for (I skipped all the chapters about c-sections when reading books about birth!), I’m glad that baby ended up being born safe, sound, and perfectly healthy. Recovery has been fine - but it’s been slow. Ellie was born Monday night and we weren’t discharged from the hospital until Thursday afternoon.

Since then, our days have been measured in dirty diapers and minutes of feedings. Jeff and I have been taking shifts watching her and sleeping, but starting today, I’m on my own. I know I’m extremely lucky that he was off from work for four weeks (yay for comp/vacation/sick time), but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’m nervous to be responsible for baby all day.

She’s actually been a pretty low-key baby. She eats like a champ (although this makes me feel like I’m always on call, since we’re breastfeeding on demand), and though she can be a bit fussy at times, I’ve only seen her cry once. Ellie has her dad’s blonde locks and her momma’s dark eyes and has made us feel love we never thought possible. 

TL; DR: Ellie was born on 6/23 (10 days early). came into the world feverishly and like a diva, and she’s a pretty awesome baby. She makes my heart melt, makes me want to be a better person, and makes me slightly nervous - but we’re figuring this parenting thing out together. Every day is an adventure, every day she seems to get bigger, smarter, and more awesome, and every day I feel so lucky that she was born happy and healthy and I get to be her mom.

Aye matey.

Aye matey.

Adventures in baby wearing. (Alt title: “look ma, no hands!”)

Adventures in baby wearing. (Alt title: “look ma, no hands!”)

Smooches!

Smooches!

Middle of the night feedings - before meets after.

Middle of the night feedings - before meets after.

This little one made her entrance like a diva - and has stolen my heart already. Welcome to the world, Ellie Lynn!

This little one made her entrance like a diva - and has stolen my heart already. Welcome to the world, Ellie Lynn!

As of this moment, my maternity leave has officially started. YES.
I’m hoping baby doesn’t arrive for a few more days (I still have two weeks until my due date) - since there are some “important” things I’d like to do (like go to the shore, throw an awesome dinner party for my mom’s 60th birthday, make a major Trader Joe’s run, pack my hospital bag, and go out for a fancy dinner with the husband).
But, I’m getting ready.

As of this moment, my maternity leave has officially started. YES.

I’m hoping baby doesn’t arrive for a few more days (I still have two weeks until my due date) - since there are some “important” things I’d like to do (like go to the shore, throw an awesome dinner party for my mom’s 60th birthday, make a major Trader Joe’s run, pack my hospital bag, and go out for a fancy dinner with the husband).

But, I’m getting ready.

My mom’s 60th birthday is on Monday, but we’re getting together to celebrate as a family on Sunday.
Glad to see she may have aged, but still hasn’t matured, since she’s already planning on being hungover. Hah.

My mom’s 60th birthday is on Monday, but we’re getting together to celebrate as a family on Sunday.

Glad to see she may have aged, but still hasn’t matured, since she’s already planning on being hungover. Hah.

Practice makes perfect when it comes to using running strollers, right?

Practice makes perfect when it comes to using running strollers, right?

This is why I can’t be all “Let It Go” and allow the husband to fill in and tackle certain things.
Our neighbor had a baby this weekend and I asked Jeff to stop and pick up a card on his way to work so we could throw a gift certificate to a local pizza place in it - with three kids under 10, I figured it’d be appreciated (and offer her/her husband a much needed break from cooking!).
I think my exact words were “Could you pick up some sort of congrats on your baby card”?
This is what he came back with. 

This is why I can’t be all “Let It Go” and allow the husband to fill in and tackle certain things.

Our neighbor had a baby this weekend and I asked Jeff to stop and pick up a card on his way to work so we could throw a gift certificate to a local pizza place in it - with three kids under 10, I figured it’d be appreciated (and offer her/her husband a much needed break from cooking!).

I think my exact words were “Could you pick up some sort of congrats on your baby card”?

This is what he came back with. 

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