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Ten Things I Wish I’d Known When I Was a New Mama

on Oct 20, 2014

In honor of my Carter’s FIFTH BIRTHDAY (seriously…how is that possible?!?!), I wanted to finally get this post published.  It’s something I’ve been making a mental list of for years now every time I have one of those AHA! moments in parenting, and the actual post itself has been hanging out for months now as I have a few minutes here and there to peck away at it. Between work, three kids and everything in between, this poor little blog doesn’t get much love. But as I was saying, my Carter turned FIVE yesterday, so looking back at that new mama Jenni in 2009 with her adorable (but kind of cranky) newborn, these are the things I wish I could go back and tell her. I will preface this by saying that if you know me, most of it will not surprise you in the least, but if you don’t, I consider myself to be a...

Rory’s Birth Story

on Jun 15, 2014

As I type this, my sweet, soft, cuddly, adorable, amazing baby girl is sound asleep on my chest.  We are home, healthy, safe and sound, and I thank my lucky stars that everything went relatively well this time around.  So here is my last birth story… After our false alarm on Sunday, I was feeling pretty down.  I moped around most of Monday, and I had convinced myself that Rory was going to make me wait way longer than I’d planned.  But at my doctor’s appointment on Tuesday morning, which I went to on my own just in case I ended up being sent to the hospital, my blood pressure was up again.  This had started the week prior, and every time since, it had been high (like 140ish/90ish) the first time it had been taken and then had gone down again enough that they would not completely freak out. But pre-eclampsia had been thrown out there as a possibility, and after never...

Faker: Rory’s Birth Story Prequel

on Jun 3, 2014

Well I suppose one false alarm out of three pregnancies isn’t the worst thing ever, but last night was a less-than-fun practice run for Rory’s delivery.  Knowing when to go to the hospital is such a fine balance…go too soon and you very well might end up headed home again with no baby, but go too late and you might end up delivering on the side of the road.  This gets especially complicated when there are older children that must be situated before you can leave.  Apparently I have gotten worse at figuring out what that magical “go” time is with my third pregnancy. Yesterday I decided it was time to push myself and try to go into labor.  I did this when I was pregnant with Collin and it actually worked, so I thought there might be a chance of a repeat performance.  So I mopped our whole house, then we went to the mall and walked around while Glenn was...

Five Minute Friday: Close

on May 23, 2014

We are so close to welcoming a new baby girl into our family.  My belly is a taut, squirming drum full of hopes and dreams about to become a reality.  Our family is about to irrevocably morph into something mostly the same but also very different. We are so, so close to meeting the new little person I’ve dreamed about for the past 9 months, wondering who she will look like, what her personality will be like, how everyone will react to her grand entrance into the world.  Soon those questions will be a distant memory and we won’t be able to imagine a time that she wasn’t here.  That I hadn’t memorized every curve of her face, every soft wrinkle, every coo and squirm and warm snuggle. So close to the bone-crushing tired of being a parent to a newborn, especially with two big-but-still-small kids who need so much attention and especially reassurance that while...

The Push and Pull

on May 9, 2014

I type this post with one hand as Collin sleeps on my chest, Rory fidgets in my belly because Collin is squishing her, and Carter is begging for a snack.  (He just got himself some yogurt and I am reminded that independence is one of the benefits of his getting bigger.)  Just a snapshot of life lately.  At 36 weeks pregnant, we are on the verge of a huge life change and I think it’s pretty electric in the air that life as we know it is going to be capital-D Different.  And soon. Life is such a dichotomy right now. Sometimes it’s so hard I just want to scream, run and hide.  When the whining is incessant, the NEED is just so, so, so intense, and the anger swells inside my chest until it boils over and I find myself screaming like a lunatic and wondering who the heck I am.  But then other times it’s EASY.  When my guys are playing nicely together in their room, giggles...

24 Weeks Pregnant

on Feb 16, 2014

Since this is my third pregnancy, it’s really not all that surprising that this is my least documented one.  With Carter I had a whole pregnancy journal that sits on our bookshelf.  With Collin, I was pretty good at weekly blog updates.  But now, I’ve managed a few measly updates in 24 weeks of pregnancy.  Sorry, Rory! As it’s most likely my last pregnancy, I’m trying very hard to enjoy every bit of it. Despite being tired and sore, I really do enjoy this part of being pregnant.  My belly is fully “popped” so it’s pretty obvious I’m pregnant and not just chunky.  And I’m finally getting some of the delicious movement that I love so much.  My placenta is up front again, so the movement] hasn’t been as prolific as it was with Collin’s pregnancy, but I’m enjoying feeling the thumps and bumps and finally some little...

Dear Carter at 51 months, Collin at 28 months (and Rory at 21 weeks pregnant),

on Jan 25, 2014

Dear Boys, I had to stop and count on my fingers how many months old you are now in January 2014.  When you were little, this was a given, but once you started getting into the “teen-months” and then up over 2 years, it got harder and harder to keep track of just how many months had passed since you came into our lives.  Now I have a 4 year old and 2 year old, but for the purposes of these state of the union posts, it’s good to capture exactly how old you are at this moment. Carter, you are growing up so fast.  We have seen such a change in you these past few months as you’ve finally started mastering the independence we’ve encouraged you to find.  You started pre-school last August with pure hysterics for the first month and a half because you didn’t want me to leave you there.  Despite always having a great time and a smile on your face whenever I...

Perfect

on Dec 9, 2013

Our family is far from perfect.  Our house is almost always a mess, I never dust my baseboards (or really, much else) and toys and random miscellany are constantly strewn across the floor no matter how many times I pick them up or yell at the boys to pick them up.  The laundry is going to come to life one of these days and take over my house because it’s really that out of control. I have two overflowing (clean) laundry baskets on the floor in our bedroom that I haven’t even attempted to put away for literally months (just living out of them), ditto for the boys’ room, and their clothes never even get folded when they do get put away (more often than mine), just dumped into their dressers–if it wrinkles too badly, it does not survive in this house.  My cooking skills are somewhat better than my housekeeping ones, but not much.  Glenn and I are picky, but in...