Monday, September 10, 2012

It's coming..

it's been a long time. We've traveled from city to city to city and across an ocean. you were born in one continent and are turning 1 in another... more on that are my most favorite person on this earth...all the minutes in the day are not long enough for all the little tickles and kisses I have to give you.


lately your favorite things are emptying all the cupboards in the house, especially where the plates go and the dry foods. if you had it your way stair climbing would be an olympic event. you have very strong opinions about diaper changing and getting dressed, but in general you're a real peach!

Monday, February 27, 2012

Travelling with Munchkin

We flew for the first time this weekend...a long weekend to visit my dad in Almería...Ori is an excellent traveller...he made friends with the old guy in the aisle seat next to us who gave us the evil eye when we sat down..little did he know, instead of a screamer, he got a charmer..

On the way back we learned the basics of high altitude diaper changes...good training for what's to come...

Ori, you're cheeks say it all...
You are almost rolling over, mesmerized by food, singing yourself to sleep (or when you have to burp...sometime really hard to tell the difference of what is what), drooling like a puppy and pretty much happy as a clam...oh oh oh, I'm melting a little bit more everyday sweetikins..

Thursday, February 16, 2012


Time is currently lost on me...maybe it's the effect of all those night feedings we're still having...but I feel like the days keep passing by at lightning speed...I think I should probably stop acting surprised in these blog posts that it's been xyz long since I last's probably not surprising to anyone else...I'm not sure anyone even reads this blog actually, besides my mother (HI mom! :)) ...but that's ok..I hope Ori will read it one day...when he's old enough to appreciate it..Or at least take an interest in it..I got to thinking tonight how having a child has changed me.  How I see all children differently compassion has grown exponentially and my ability to love has reached new heights..'skies the limit really...

Oricito, you're going to be 5 months next week...your dad and I stayed up late the other night watching videos and looking at photos from your first were so a little you are like a whole sac of potatoes..!  You are long and lean, but with small little folds in all the right places...It's been cold in our apartment and you have been coughing a little these past few nights I've been holding you extra close to try and keep you extra warm.  You are just about to start to giggle and have been grabbing things for sometime now.  You are fascinated by food...I'm not ready to give you anything yet, but we're starting to think about it...I'm enjoying every minute we spend together these are just SO precious, I can't contain myself..

Sunday, January 15, 2012

4 months..

OMG! I haven't posted here since did that happen?

Well happened and keep's an update of the last few months...

We went on your first trip to visit your tía, tío and cousins for your first christmas.  I caught a nasty cold and gave it to you and we spent a few sleepless snotty nights together.  Your dad and I were a couple of nervous ninnies watching you struggle to nurse and broke our hearts just a little bit...but we were happy for your immune system and it's renewed strength, good work babe!

In the last few weeks you've turned into a real babbler, you are chewing on your fingers like it's your job and insist upon standing on our laps as much as we will let you.  You are now wearing 4-6mo in the northern european brands and outpacing your fellow spaniards with some bodies in the 6-9mo's a rare few who don't comment on your bright blue eyes or biteable jowls, they are extremely hard to resist.

I am going to try to be around here a little more, for better updates and more fun stuff...I have a million pics on my camera to share, a recipe or two and the best of intentions of revising that incredibly long birth story...oy vey!

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

This and That

I think I need to come to terms with the fact that this blog is just going to be about my baby for awhile.  I spend lots of time on the internet looking at beautiful fashion and glorious food, but for right now the only thing I want to blog about is Ori...I am 24/7 baby for right may change later on, but for now I'm just going to surrender...

So,  speaking of the little devil's a few new shots from this weeks adventures..we've started some post-natal mama & bebe yoga and it's got everyone in a good mood these days..

Friday, November 18, 2011

Your Story

 Dearest Ori,

You are 8 weeks old today, oh my, how fast time goes.  You are already SO big!  You are almost the length of the bathtub and changing mat we've been using..if this growth rate keeps up, soon you won't fit in the bed!  Our miniature Barcelona apt is bursting at the seams.  Everyday I stare at you and it's hard to believe with all that you've grown you actually came out of me.  But you did, and this is your story..

The only thing I knew for certain about labor was that there was no way to know what was to come until it came.  During my pregnancy I talked to you, tried to prepare both of us for what was to come.  I told you not to be afraid, that we would do it together, and the quicker the better- boy did you listen!

I woke up on Thursday morning feeling pretty good.  I was a little crampy, but with no signs that this was happening anytime soon.  We were waiting, patiently.  My mucous plug had come out over the previous couple of days and I had a little bit of bloody show as well, so I knew things were starting, but there were no contractions and I felt more or less the same as I had over the last few weeks-- tired, huge and overheated! I had let my midwife know the day before that there were some early signs of things getting going, but that there was nothing else of interest happening.  On that Thursday morning our obstetrician, Arianna, called to let us know that our midwife was at another birth so we should called her directly in the event that things were to get going that day.  I laughed her off, telling her that I felt fine, a little of this and that, but without any serious action. 

"The Plan" was to labor at home as much as possible once labor started and then go to the hospital once labor had advanced enough, but not too much since I'd had a positive strep B culture and would need to get IV antibiotics at least 4 hours before you were born.  The antibiotics were by far my least favorite part of your birth, but it was either take them or risk having you picked at and poked once you were out which wasn't my second choice either.

 My mom came over from the apartment that she was staying in and and we all had lunch together.  We ate salad and Andrea made toast. I was feeling more crampy, and looking back on it now, I was having a few sporadic contractions.  All the books say that labor often starts and stops for first timers, so I didn't say anything to anyone, I just breathed and kept eating my salad.  If only I had known what was to come, I may have chosen a more labor appropriate meal.

I was still snacking post lunch...sneaking a  few little bites of ice cream from the freezer.. and your dad and I were casually chatting about some things we needed around the house so we decided that we would take a trip to the hardware store that afternoon.  Everybody says that walking helps along labor, so we thought it would be a good way to encourage things to get going.  But as I was setting up the first parts of the crib (still in the box!), I started not to feel so good.  More cramps and some tightening in my belly.  Your Nana and auntie Drea had gone to the beach to soak up the last few rays of September sun, and your dad was finishing the last few articles for the newspaper he was working for.  One too many bites of ice cream I thought, so I decided to lay down for a bit to rest before going out to run errands. 

I had a few more contractions and started to think that maybe we should be timing these, nah, it's early I said to myself.  I still didn't think that this was it.  My mom called to check in and we talked for a bit until I had the biggest contraction yet and had to hang up.  This was at about 5pm at which point I felt the urge to use the bathroom.  I sat down and proceeded to have 2 or 3 more intense contractions one right after another.  I told your dad to hand me my phone to time them.  They started coming stronger and faster and with more intensity.  1, 2, 3...10 contractions. Lasting each a minute, with about 2-3 minutes between them.  But aren't they supposed to come every 5 minutes before things get real? This is going to stop and start I thought.  I was seriously uncomfortable at this point. Your dad called Arianna and she told us to call back in an hour to see how things were progressing.  Somewhere in the middle of all these contractions my mom and sister returned from the beach, your nana took one look at me and said, you need to go to the hospital, now! I wasn't thinking rationally at that point, the pain was so intense and it was all happening so fast that I didn't know what I needed.  All I could do was sit on the toilet, clutching a roll of toilet paper in one hand and a plastic tub in the other. About 40 minutes went by and Lorenzo called the Arianna again, at which point we all realized that "the Plan" to labor at home had already happend and now it was time to go to the hospital...Nana went downstairs and in her broken spanglish tried to stop at least one taxi with people riding in it, they looked at her like she was crazy and kept on going.  She did managed to hail two cabs though and I waited for the last contraction to pass before attempting to make it down the stairs.  Your dad and I rode in one cab and your auntie and nana in another. I needed space, so I rode alone in the back with your dad in the front passenger seat.  I sat there, with my roll of toilet paper holding my head up and the plastic tub breathing through the contractions as best I could.  I have no idea what it must have looked like, at rush hour, desperately clutching a roll of toilet paper next to my face...The exhaust fumes from all the motos on Avenida Diagonal almost killed me, but I still remember how wonderful the wind felt on my face.  The car ride was pretty much unbearable with all the start and stop through traffic, I just concentrated on breathing and somehow we the front visitors entrance.  The thought of getting back in the cab to go around the block was too much to take so we decided to unload there.  Your dad opened the door for me and I looked at him like, do you really think I am going to WALK? "Wheelchair, please". Once inside  I asked for water, but the nurses on call wouldn't give me any.  They were talking about epidurals etc.  I begged, "please I don't want an epidural, I want water!". After awhile they relented and gave me water. The nurse on call was having trouble getting the IV in place for the antibiotic, but after a few tries she got it. I felt a rush of heat when the drip started and I went and sat on the toilet again.  When I dreamt of this moment I had imagined showers and massages to get through the pain, but in the end I didn't want to be touched, the only thing I wanted was to sit on the toilet holding my roll of toilet paper.

I started to make sounds with each contraction, I felt like an animal.  Making this sound was the only way to deal with the pain. Your dad was nervous, I could tell, but he kept it together and did exactly what I asked him to do...not to touch me or tell me how great I was doing, just to be there, to lean on and silently support me. Since we were doing things a little differently than most births at this hospital, they moved us to a more private room.  Although from what my mom said afterward, she and my sister and the entire nursing staff were with us during the birth.  I was so loud nobody on the floor could have ignored me.  Arianna checked me and said I was at 3 or 4cm dilated and 100% effaced.  From what I had read I knew that meant it if I relaxed this could all happen very fast.

The room lights were dimmed and I moved from the toilet to a low stool by the side of the bed.  I held on to the bedside railing for the next few hours.  The next day I realized I had bruises on my forearms from how tightly I had hung on to that thing.  At some point not long after moving from the bathroom to the stool I started to push, almost involuntarily.  It wasn't that I had a huge urge, it was just my body that started encouraging me to do so.  Arianna checked me and I was at 9,5cm. 

I pushed and pushed and we could see a little patch of blond, but that was the only thing we saw for a good were stuck and wouldn't budge.  Your heartbeat stayed strong though so I kept on pushing.  At one point we tried to hear your heartbeat and couldn't and everyone in the room got really quiet and scared, your dad especially, but once I changed positions there you were again.  I got up on the bed and at that point everybody started to cheer me on, and I pushed and I roared and I pushed some more, I turned onto my side and all of a sudden your little head slid out.  Your dad was really excited, babbling all sorts of hoorahs and I felt huge relief.  One more push and out you slid with a gush of liquid.  You came out pooping! They lifted you into my arms and you looked at me with those huge blue eyes of yours.  You were gurgling from all the amnoitic fluid still in your lungs and looking a little bewildered.  It was a moment unlike any other.  Your dad hugged Arianna and came over to meet you.  I held you.  Seeing your face for the first time all sweet and wide eyed was probably the most vivid moment I've ever lived.  You took your time, but finally let out a yelp and proceeded to cry and cry and cry for the next hour.  Your hand had been up by your head when you came out and we're pretty sure the shock sent you reeling...but you settled down after that and took to nursing like a champ.

You were born on Sept 22, 2011 at 23:48, weighing in at 3kg 927grms (8lbs, 7oz).   I fell in love with you the instant I saw you and everyday I fall a little more..



Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Oricito! Welcome to the world!

Since almost a month has past since I last posted here, it can only be logical to assume that the impending arrival, arrived! Welcome to the world Ori, you are glorious and precious and so overwhelmingly adored already.  You came into the world weighing a whopping 8lb, 7oz.  Your birth was fast and furious and the most amazing thing I've ever are just 1 day shy of 4 weeks and you are already starting to coo, oh! what fun...