Looking Back….


So here we go… my first attempt at blogging. I’m not sure what I’m doing or if I should even be doing this. I tend to “vent” when I write things down so this will probably just cause arguments between me and the hubby (I’m apologizing in advance for things I may or may not say). If this ever lands in the hands of Andy Cohen, I’m available. I’m sure ND Housewives who drive 2008 Camry’s and live in twinhomes are JUST as interesting as your current casts.

On April 18th my “baby boy” turned 2. This of course made me look back at the day I gave birth which feels like yesterday. I can literally remember everything about that time. For those who know me, they know I never hid the fact that I didn’t even remotely enjoy being pregnant. In fact, when I hear women say things like “I LOVE being pregnant” or “Isn’t it wonderful being able to experience the miracle of life?” while holding their huge belly, three thing come to mind: 1, You’re lying and saying what you think you SHOULD say. 2, You’re lying. 3, You’re actually the small minority of women that are crazy enough to actually feel that way (Disclaimer: this is all my twisted opinion). I have no problem saying what most women don’t think they should: I didn’t like gaining weight and feeling like a water-filled, puffy, beluga whale (57 lbs. to be exact). I thought the kicking was cute the first 5 times and then it got old. I missed beer. I missed sushi – REAL sushi. Not a shrimp tempura roll. I missed a rare steak – I generally don’t like steak. I didn’t like going to the doctor and being poked by a needle every week. I could really go on and on.

Now because I’ve put this all on paper, I just jinxed myself for if and when I get pregnant again. Because for all of the reasons I didn’t like or enjoy the pregnancy experience, it was easy. I didn’t get morning sickness. In fact I never even threw up. I never got stretch marks. My “dark line” eventually went away. I never lost chunks of hair like some women do after they give birth. I never got “pregnancy nose” or acne. My kid never parked himself in my rib cage so I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t have any cravings or sick at the smell of things I normally loved to eat. And even after gaining twice what you should gain during pregnancy, I was back in a bikini in less than 2 months. But thinking about doing it all over again has literally brought me to say to Jared, “If we had the money I’d get a surrogate”, to which he rolls his eyes at me.

On April 17, 2011 I went into labor at around 10pm. They immediately admitted me into the hospital, stuck a needle in my butt 3 times (UN-fun) to stop contractions and sent me home in the morning on “bed rest”. I was 6 weeks too early at this point. For me, all I could think about is someone “forcing” me to stay off my feet and everything I needed to get done around the house. Like pack a bag for when I did have to deliver and, oh I don’t know… clean the floors in my kitchen. Which I did…. Immediately after packing a bag. At 10am I went back into labor and found myself in a hospital bed by 10:45 with  doctor telling me, “We’re having this baby today”. The next 3 1/2 hours were a blur. Mostly due to the morphine I received that kicked in almost at the exact same time as my saddle block. For you mom’s unfamiliar, a saddle block is given when you’re progressing too quickly and do not have time for an epidural. By the way, I was more scared of that then the delivery. The thought of having a needle stuck in my spine didn’t sit well with me. Turns out, the doc stuck me three times before he could find the right spot and I didn’t feel a thing. I was so drugged up Jared had to wake me up and tell me to push. Some might say, “Don’t you regret not being fully there to experience it?”. Um… no. Three pushes and my kiddo was out at 5 lbs. 3 oz. at 3:15 on April 18, 2011.

I’m almost glad I was so drugged up because I slept through the stressful first day of the NICU. I probably would have lost my marbles. But 30 days later, we took Quinn Charles Wells home with us. I have to say we had the most amazing NICU staff help us through that time. It was stressful going up to he hospital 2-3 times a day, scrubbing your hands for 10 minutes each time, dressing in robes and seeing all of the tubes coming out of your newborn. It’s funny how the beeping of the monitors going off scared us to death the first week and after awhile we barely noticed them.

When I watched Quinn last weekend at his birthday party, opening presents, pointing out all of the soccer ball decorations, playing with his cousins and talking in almost full sentences it made me wonder, “where have the last 2 years gone?” He’s changed so much and become… well, me. He’s strong-willed and stubborn. He’s a “mommy’s boy” right now (I apologized to my own mother yesterday because I was the same way). And he’s his dad. He loves basketball and makes me laugh with his expressions and words. And he’s his own individual person, even at 2. He’s a sponge and takes in everything right now. And in spite of how much I might have hated what it took to get him here, I’d do it all over again to have him.

So now that I’ve semi-relived his coming into the world, I have decided to blog from here on out about things I’ve learned as a mother, my frustrations and funny stories (to me they’re funny). I was also recently asked, “Is it hard to have a good marriage after kids? How do you keep it sexy?” – Best question I’ve been asked in a long time. Jared and I are weird. There. I said it and admit it. As I say this I’m staring at him mocking me while cleaning up the kitchen. But we have learned what works for US. What WE think is important. Some or even most people might not agree. But I’ll blog it anyway. So that’s it. Until next time… mom, thanks for probably being the only person to read this 🙂


24 thoughts on “Looking Back….

  1. Welcome to the crazy world of blogging. It can be a hobby and an addiction, but you have something worthwhile to say and a distinct voice, so you’ll do just fine. And you’ve already topped your projected one mom readership, so that’s something!

  2. You are cute. I read it. But I also hate being pregnant more than I have a problem with “little people”. Something I should never admit, but I do. I was sick every day of both pregnancies. Puking, crying, in pain and miserable. The difference is, I had GIRLS. I hear that pregnancies with girls are worse, I hear every little detail. I think it is amazing that you were back into a bikini in two months. You always were little and in shape…jealous. But I went from a size four to a size 10. I am back at a size 4-6 and it took me years. I have stretch marks. I didn’t know it at the time because they were under my belly that I couldn’t see. I have started writing a book about breast feeding to offer all the information and advice I can give to other mothers, and have not finished it in two years. When your child turns two you just about die at the thought. I now have a four year old. She bargains with me everyday..” I should get 4 lollipops because I am four!” I have a two year old who loves to sin row row row your boat every twenty minutes. I hated being pregnant more than any other mother, but I love my children more than life itself. They are with their grandparents for a week and I cannot stop calling them. I have decorated their room in Minnie Mouse and am working on decorating their bathroom in Dr. Suess. I cannot wait to see them again, and I swear if I ever get pregnant again, my husband will be banned from our bedroom….but in the end I will never stop enjoying the outcome.

  3. Hi Beth! Blogging is fun and I only wish I took more time to do it 🙂 Your writing style is fun and I look forward to reading more! I blog about my furry 4-legged kids and now have my human kid to add to the mix but time is even more scarce. Best of luck to you!

  4. I met you once when you were little. I like the person you have become and Quinn is loved very much. Just ask your mom!!

  5. I hope you didn’t jinx yourself with twins for the second round 😉 – just kidding. Love the blog!!! You are such a wonderful mama and Quinn is such a lucky little munchkin. ❤ you and keep on blogging!!

  6. I read it and I think your an excellent blogger! 🙂 What’s nice is they’re your own personal experiences..nobody can disagree with that! I loved it! Blog away!

  7. Hey Beth! I’m excited about your blog! 🙂 And per our conversation in Bulldog Taps awhile ago I look forward to NOT reading about what you doing with that damn Elf on a Shelf during the holidays…. 🙂

  8. I totally hated being pregnant also! If it weren’t for the fact that I don’t want an only child (like my husband and I are) I would not have any more!

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