Friday, September 28, 2012

Happy List

Since I've started following blogs, taza-and-husband has been in my top five blogs to follow. She's gorgeous, he's handsome, and they have ADORABLE children, who wouldn't enjoy looking at their photos all day long? Not that I've done that or anything. (Lie)

Happy Lists was a feature where Taza shared fellow bloggers' own list of what makes them happy. Well, here is my own. I hope this will serve as a hint Taza, to bring Happy Lists back!

Happy List!
1.       The moment when you open the door totally expecting to be smack with heat and instead a cool breeze kisses your face.
2.       When Starbucks’ white cups are replaced with their red seasonal cups.
3.       The squishy face smile of my son.
4.       When an old favorite song plays on Pandora.
5.       Meeting a new blogging friend.
6.       A sincere compliment from a stranger.
7.       Two words: Ellen Degeneres.
8.       A slow moving, sun-shining Friday morning.
9.       The discovery of an amazing artist. Any medium.
10.   Birthday party planning.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Attire to Acquire

It's Faaaaaaall! Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-LA!

Fall is here if you missed the top sentence. Which means it's time to dream of a new fall wardrobe. My new go-to website for new clothes, is shopruche.com. About a month ago, I purchased the dress that I plan on wearing to Tallon's birthday party (which is another month and a half away) and am so excited to wear it. I took a few minutes today and see what they have to offer and these were my favorites. Dream with me won't you?

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Tallon's Birth Story


Since I’ve discovered the blogging world, I have loved reading mother’s birth stories. I love that each woman’s story is so unique and at the end of every story, I’m crying. I love that by writing my own birth story, it’ll forever be on the inter-web, joining all other mothers out there who labored through the pain, the mental and physical exhaustion and came out the other side with a beautiful additional to the world.
Even before I was pregnant, I watched The Business of Being Born on Netflix. I watched, just as many of women did, in horror and disbelief that I had never realized before what a big money production the healthcare system has made of pregnancy and childbirth. I vowed to do it all different. To have drug free birth and rely on the power within myself to give life to my child.
Fast forward to February 2011. My husband and I, newly married in January, decided that it was the time to try to get pregnant. March 4th rolls around and yes, we’re pregnant! I MUST have gotten pregnant within the first 5 times we tried.
My pregnancy was great, little to no complications. Suffered with morning/all day sickness for about two weeks, but other than just being tired and uncomfortable, I was a happy gal. I had decided that I wanted to have Tallon in a hospital because I realized that I would never forgive myself if anything happened to him during labor and after. But I was dead set on no drugs. I had mentioned it several times during my many doctor visits that drug free was my plan. Each time being met with “Well, all we ask is that you keep an open mind”. Something that really urped (yes, urped, it’s not a word, but I made it one) was that my own OBGYN was not going to assist during my labor. In fact, she didn’t even work at the hospital. I would be assigned whatever doctor was on call whenever I went into labor. This made me feel uncomfortable from the start.
My original due date was October 30th, 2011. It was then pushed farther to November 7th, 2011. By November 11th, not only was I miserable, but my OBGYN set a date for induction, on November 15th, 2011. Honestly, I was so happy to have an end date, but I also knew that a stopwatch was ticking in my ear clicking away at the seconds away from having a normal childbirth. Jeff was happy with induction on the 15th, just as long as it wasn’t the 13th being that it’s an unlucky number.
I worked up until November 4th, so I had approximately one week at home to just relax and prepare for Tallon’s arrival. By Saturday, the 12th I was bored out of my mind. I decided to take a hot shower since I had read that may help induce labor. The rest of the night I rested and went to sleep watching Platinum Weddings on Lifetime.
 I woke up on and off that night feeling slight cramping in my lower back, but by that time, I was constantly uncomfortable so I didn’t think anything of it. I was already used to wake up multiple times a night due to having to pee or change sleeping positions. By morning, around 6:30 am, I woke up yet again to pee. But as I got up, I noticed that my underwear was soaked. Have I really pee’d my pants? I thought. Once I took a look at my chones, I knew that this wasn’t urine, my water had definitely broke. I woke Jeff up and told him that my water broke and to get ready, we need to go to the hospital. I felt no pain as I dressed myself, however after changing my underwear four times before I could leave the bedroom from so much water, I got smart and just wrapped a towel around me and got in the car.
We got SO lucky that it was not only Sunday, but 7 in the morning on Sunday so NO TRAFFIC to the hospital which was about 25 miles away AND I still wasn’t feeling any contractions. We called my mom and Jeff’s mom to let them know we were on our way to the hospital and we’d meet them there. I can’t quite remember Jeff and my conversation on that ride to the hospital, however I imagine it going something to the effect of:
Whoa, we’re having this baby.
Babe, don’t drive so crazy, I’m fine, we’re almost there.
I was admitted around 7:30 AM and hooked up to an IV for fluids immediately. My nurse anticipated that since I was already dilated to 2 CM that we should have a baby by dinner time or maybe lunch if we were lucky. The nurse then advised me to let her know when I wanted the epidural so she could let the anesthesiologist know. I told her that I was planning a drug free delivery to which she replied you’ll change your mind in a little while. Well, as the hours went by, the pain intensified and the more uncomfortable I became, I decided to get pain medication intravenously, hoping that that’s all I would need since I was progressing quickly. By noon, I was dilated to approximately 4 centimeters and in enormous pain. I asked for the epidural and was quickly pain free and comfortable. I knew at that point it was just waiting game. My new nurse, who I enjoyed so much, came in often to check on me, but noticed that Tallon was not coming down the birth canal.  She had me change positions several time, but since my legs were numb, there wasn’t much moving going on. She sensed how upset I was that my original birth plan had gone awry, and knew I at least wanted a vaginal birth and reassured me often that I was going to be able to, bless her heart. As the hours passed, my cervix dilated slowly, and consistently. By 8 o’clock, I was dilated to 9 however Tallon was not down enough in the birth canal to start pushing. I hadn’t seen a doctor in hours because the maternity ward was now busy with mothers that had came in after me and were delivering. How discouraging.
By 9:45 I had finally seen a doctor. A petite young woman introduced herself, checked my cervix and immediately said that I needed a c-section, that Tallon was just too big to fit through. My worst nightmare- the words that I had re-played in my head for the last 10 months: C-Section. As she spoke, my eyes filled with tears. I looked up at my mother, Jeff and my mother-in-law as they stood next to my bed waiting for them to burst into tears just as I was but their faces showed no emotion.  They reassured me that everything would be fine and that my mom and mother-in-law would be outside the operating room waiting for us when we were done.  Looking back now, I understand why they were emotionless, they wanted to be strong for me, for Tallon and for Jeff.
The next hour was blur, with spots of clarity in between. I remember being wheeled into the operating room while Jeff was getting dressed in scrubs. I remember being scared to receive the spinal block (I had the epidural too long for it to fully numb for surgery). I remember my nurse holding me and humming in my ear as they administered the spinal block. I was then laid down naked on the table while they prepared the surgery.  I remember seeing at least 8 people in the room and feeling so uncomfortable to be lying naked in front of everyone. When they finally allowed Jeff inside the room, I was shaking so severely that Jeff got worried and they assured him that it was due to the medication. I don’t fully remember the moment that they pulled Tallon out, but I do remember his cry. His beautiful cry that had been silenced for the last 10 months was finally being released. 9 pounds, 16 ounces and 21 inches long.
The three days after the c-section were terribly uncomfortable: antibiotics for an infection since my water had been broke since early Sunday morning, pain meds for the incision, catheters and bed pads to soak up fluids. Gross. Tallon on the other hand was a perfect angel. Multiple nurses commented that Tallon was one of the calmest babies they had ever seen. Overall, my birth experience was far from ideal; everything that I said I didn’t want to happen ending up happening. The only exception: bringing Tallon into the world as a healthy, beautiful baby boy.
 

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Tunes Tuesday


I noticed last week that my tunes Tuesday was predominately female, which led me to think, hey I should do an all women Tunes Tuesday! The following tracks make me proud to be a female, most importantly because let’s face it; it’s a man’s world. But see if old man Bob Dylan can belt these songs out and give them justice as the following ladies do! Shoot, one of them is even a cover of a rap song.
1.       The Greatest by Cat Power

I’m disappointed that it took me so long to discover the amazing Cat Powers.  The Greatest was the first song that I heard of hers and wow. Such pain, frustration and vulnerability in this song are overwhelming to me. You’ll love it. I swear.
2.       Little Bit by Lykke Li
 
You may get a cavity after listening Lykke Li’s sweet-as-syrup confession of liking someone just little bit (see what I did?). Her playful lyrics and squeaky clean voice make me love her more than just a little bit. (I did it again!)

3.       Whatever you Like by Anya Marina

It doesn’t get much better than a pale white girl covering a rap song. Anya’s version of Whatever You Like may turn your cheeks as red as blood as she playfully sings of sex, drugs and rock an-errr, I mean, money (and roll?).

4.       Scorn by Portishead

 
I first heard this song from the soundtrack of The Craft. You remember, when Sarah is running through the woods from spell stricken Chris! I’ve only recently re-listened to the song on Pandora and realized how much I really love this song.

5.       Video Games by Lana Del Rey

Okay, before ya’ll knock Lana Del Rey, I urge everyone to listen to Video Games. Yes, her SNL performance was horrendous, but let’s move on people! It’s unfortunate that this single performance was the determining factor in her popularity. Video Games is a love song that I will continue to play for many years to come. 


Friday, September 21, 2012

Ode to Ellen

Ellen Degeneres holds a special place in my television heart. My creepy love for Ellen began when I was on maternity leave with Tallon last year, November through January. When that 4 o’clock “Let’s have a little fun today” tune came on tv, it gave me that last bit of energy I needed to make it through the long, tiring day.   Of course I loved being a new mommy, but honestly, I felt very overwhelmed and stressed for 99% percent of the day. Today is my official Ellen day.
 

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Tunes Tuesday (First Edition!..done on Wednesday)

I love music. Who doesn't love music? But what I love most about it is how there's always music to discover. Always someone a new artist to lend an ear to. For my first edition of Tunes Tuesday, I wanted to share my top five recently discovered songs...that I love! They're pretty much on repeat on my Ipod at this point.

                                              5. Sun Was High (So was I) By Best Coast

 
This song really encapsulates what my summertime youth consisted of. Bethany Consentino's elongated vocals mixed with the simple guitar strum takes me immediately back to 2006 (wow, long time ago). The picture above was the photo they used for the single when it was released. Why do I absolutely love it? Who knows. But I do.
 
4. Whatever You Want By Alexandra Hope
 
 
Don't let this dark picture mislead you. Whatever You Want is an upbeat sing-a-long that I haven't been able to stop singing. How she combined innocent and feminismistic take-charge lyrics is beyond me, but one list to this song and you'll be singing yourself.
 
3. All or Nothing by Au Revoir Simone
 
 
I'm noticing a pattern here of girl power songs. I like it. All or Nothing begins with some pretty awesome lyrics: Everywhere is somewhere baby, so can't you see we're in the middle of somewhere? How amazing and mind blowing is that?
 
2. Rill Rill By Sleigh Bells
 
if I was to ever go on a run (and for people who know me know that this would never happen) THIS would be the song playing on my ipod. No words to explain it except two words. My Anthem.
 
1. Big Jet Plane By Angus and Julia Stone
 
 
I saved the best for last. This technically isn't a recently discovered song, I've been listening to it non stop for about two months now. But it's such a beautiful, delicately sung piece that I want every person I know to love it as much as I do. Yes, the lead singer may look a little Charles Manson-ish, but once you hear his soft voice, you'll be thinking Charles who?
 
 
 

Monday, September 17, 2012

Weekend Recap

I'm not sick this Monday! Awesome...wait got excited too soon-hubby is now sick. I have a feeling that this coming winter is going to be a tough one in regards to colds and the flu. Now that Tallon is in daycare, he'll not only be bringing home nifty crafts, but also little germs from all the other children. please pray for us.

This weekend was pretty eventful, I shot a gun for the first time! And if this doesn't sound epic, it was for me since I've only held a gun once prior to this weekend. Don't know, just not a gun person, never was. We also took Tallon with us which we were skeptical about, but we have to start taking him places right!? And if we didn't take him, how sad would I have been if I didn't have this adorable picture of him? This kid slept through gun fire 20 feet away, sounds like my child.

 

 
 
Jeff has reached a point in his career where he can take every Sunday off now which means we will have a family day every week! Such a small thing for other families, but for ours, this is huge. Such a heavy weight lifted off my shoulders knowing that I will have an extra hand on Sunday with Tallon. And of course I'm looking forward to football Sundays...did I just write that? I must be feverishly excited.



 

Thursday, September 13, 2012

10 Months of Tallon


My baby boy, you’re 10 months old now. You’ve been out of the womb just as long as it took you to come out! Get it? For those of you who say “Amanda, you’re crazy, women are pregnant for 9 months, not 10!” Well, get out your calculators, because 40 weeks divided by 4 is 10 and I’m POSITIVE that I was pregnant for more than 40 weeks.

But honestly, it feels like pregnancy moved slower than these last 10 months that have flown by. You’ve grown from a helpless infant to a rambunctious little man who crawls and cruises around the couch and table.

You’ve started doing this scrunchy smiley face, who knows where you got that from, but whoever showed you, thank them because it’s adorable and heart melting.

When you crawl you talk to yourself as if you’re looking for someone as you make your way through the living room, to the kitchen, to the bedroom.

You scream “ABAH!” when you’re excited about something, who knows about what.

Right before you turn a corner just about to go out of my sight, you stop. Turn your head and give me the smallest, sweetest smile and continue to turn that corner…is this foreshadowing?

When you finish your bottle, you ever so gracefully throw it to the side and discard your bottle.

After you’ve had your bed time bottle, and I’ve swept you up on my airs to carry you to bed, you always lay your head on my shoulder. And just as we turn the corner to your room, you let out your last burp of the day.

I love you more than words could ever describe and I feel so lucky to be able to watch you grow into a little boy. My little boy.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Weekend recap


 
I wanted to start doing a weekend recap every Monday, however THIS weekend, I was sick. Not just sick, dying sick to where I needed to go to Urgent Care and get a nebulizer, sick. Geez. Thanks genetics for sending on down the asthma. Tallon woke up with a stuffy nose Friday morning and Momma woke up Friday night sick and it's still goin' on. Tallon got just the sniffles thank goodness, not sure how I could handle him and myself being sick.

But before I felt really terrible, we managed to go hang in Riverside at the Mission Inn and have lunch with an old friend, Vanessa.
 
 
Here are some other lovely pictures of myself using my trusty nebulizer. I can't believe Tallon will be 10 MONTHS tomorrow. But that's another post....for tomorrow. :) 
 

 


 

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Post 2-I'm getting somewhere.

Am I right? Second post and still going strong. I need that kind of encouragement. 

Something about me: I love cake. Strawberry cake. 
Something about my husband: He does too.

How to bake a cake (meant for someone who already knows how)

A quick "not what to do" photo


Quick thought, do you ever rewind and analyze conversations you had earlier in the day? I do too. A lot. And mostly I look back on those conversations and then ask myself wtf was I thinking. I need to remember to think before speaking and keep in mind that people can misinterpret words that are said. Isn't that way relationships with people is all about?


Moving right along, buy a cake mix, eggs (try not dropping them first), oil and frosting of your choice.

 
Mix it all together and Wallah! Cake on crack WITH sprinkles alla Amanda. 

 
 
 
And trust me, it was delicious and moist.
 
 


Monday, September 3, 2012

The beginning...starting somewhere during

I am not a writer. I don't enjoy writing, nor do I think I'm capable of putting my thoughts together while speaking, let alone thoughts together on a computer. There. Pitty party finished.

As I blindly create my own corner of the internet, however small or large it becomes, (please at least a little bigger than when I started) I hope to accomplish two things: Document my family through pictures and to share it with family. Not only for them, but most importantly myself. I want to look back on these beginning days with our family and be thankful to have proof of these memories. And secondly, how awesome would it be to make new friends?!

Who knows how much time I'll actually be able to dedicate to this, but I think I'm up for a new challenge...

First and most important picture of our new little blog. Good lord, that baby is adorable.