College Curriculum

School starts up in a few days and I am pumped to be going back to school, but i'm not to excited at the idea of leaving Anthony behind. I feel like a horrible mother to leave him behind while I go to school. It's almost enough to make me stop schooling until after he starts school of his own. Almost. On the up and up I'm writing all day today and I've managed to get all my books together. I'm also taking a Creative Writing class and I've talked to my professor about looking over everything so far and she said she'd try. So there would be my first Beta reader! Maybe I'll even use my story for the bulk of my course work? We'll see. Wish me luck for school!

Short Break

So, since this is my first set of holidays as a mother, I've decided to take this month off from writing, and last month's NaNoWriMo kinda fell through the cracks with all of my finals coming up and the baby getting sick, which followed through with me getting sick...I'll post my Christmas Pictures if you post of yours/Hanukkah/Quanza/New Years.

Shout out to all the mothers out there!

So, breastfeeding can be very difficult for some mothers, and very easy for others. For me, it was simple and a no-brainer that I knew I was going to breastfeed him. I felt very discouraged though, when I was stuck with Mestitis (a small clog in the milk ducts that causes EXCRUCIATING pain when feeding your child and when coupled with a fever can lead to you drying up and no longer being able to breastfeed at all!) I didn't know if I could feed him while sick so we gave him formula for the first time. Let me be clear, I had it in my mind that I wouldn't ever feed him formula, so this was devistating to me. My mother encouraged me and helped me along the way though, and I was able to fight the issue and continue breastfeeding and didn't dry out. For that I'd like to say, "Thank You Mom." and remind you all that sometimes, we really do need to remember how much our mothers really do help us...even when we don't really notice.

(Does blogger just hate me that it doesn't want my pictures straight?)

Zumba!

So a friend of mine wants to loose weight, and I don't, but I do need to gather more stamina...I can barely handle walking around and holding baby for more than a few minutes at a time. So she bought the DVDs so that we could do Zumba at home. We'll see if it acutally sticks or not, but hey, here's trying right? Who knows, maybe this next school year I'll take some Phys Ed classes....Oh yeah! I'm enrolling in school this next semester so maybe in between classes I can write since I'll be away from Anthony.

(Anthony saying, You're gonna do WHAT mama?)

One Month Old

Okay, so its not TODAY that he's one month, but he's now one month, had his check up *in which he was now 9 pounds 4 ounces and 21 inches long* and we just found out today that he loves the sound of the rain outside. I had him in his bouncer in the living room while I worked on cleaning house and he was only happy if the patio door was opened to let in the small breeze and so he could hear the sound of the rain outside. I liked it too, it was rather relaxing! I hoped I could get some writing down too but by the time I finally finished cleaning bottles, bringing laundry inside and folding...well let's just say I was pooped!

Welcome Home Anthony!

So as I said, he was born via C-section. I didn't have any problems with it in the end, though I was so scared I couldn't even speak. Hubby diligently held my hand and ran his hand through my hair to try and soothe me as they did the procedure. My sister was also in the room, that was something that we weren't allowed to do per say, but since she was actually already there for her high school classes and doing a study in that department my doc made an exception for her to only view not participate in the procedure and be there when he was born. I didn't even see her till I was in recovery afterwards.

He was born at 2:35 PM CST and was 6 pounds 12 ounces and 19 1/2 inches long. He screamed right away and was just fine. I didn't know what on earth to think cause firstly, I was frozen on my upper half of my body and secondly I couldn't feel the other half, so when they brought around this ball of blankets that was screaming at me I could barely muster a smile for the camera as the anesthesiologist took a quick pic. (above) In my mind I was going, "I thought they screamed louder than that? He kinda looks Chinese....are you SURE that is the baby you just pulled out of my gut? It doesn't look right." I felt the same way when they came in later with the same 

little bundle and handed him to me for the first time. I wasn't too sure what to think at all. Should I accept willingly that they are right and this is my son, or should I demand video footage as proof from them bringing him out all the way to delivering him in that moment?" Now, I realize I may have just been in shock....I was a mother. I did rather well in the three day stay at the hospital. My family and friends all visited me and little Anthony and when it came time for me to go home I was happy to leave, but sad to loose the support of the staff I had been so fully relying on to bring him to me at night and let me get some rest.  

Once we got home JD (Our dog) was all too thrilled to have another person in the house, then again he always loves new people in the house, and quickly took to the baby. Instantly he started guarding the door and barking at anyone who entered our stairwell. (with a broken concrete step and a horrible echo that was everyone! It also didn't help that we are above the mailboxes so it was an all day affair) Anthony took to him just as easily happily sleeping with his puppy right away.

We shall see how things go from here on writing. I can hope that I'll get enough time for this all the time. But I am really tired right now and I barely pushed through this simple blog post. (though this is probably the most complex post I've done so far...)