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Where’s Your Mommy? 

Okay, so this story has to be told. Just has to be. If only so you can laugh at my husband and I, and our slipping ability to survive with a newborn in the house. Why? Because no matter how many kids you have, shit gets real when you bring a new one home from the hospital.

My husband was very considerate when we came home from the hospital and decided that he would sleep on the pull out couch in the living room until baby boy and I got adjusted to being at home… This worked great, until we reached day five. What happened on day five, you ask? Oh, a lot.

On day five, we still weren’t sleeping more than an hour and a half at a time (if that) and I was at my wit’s end. Baby boy wanted to breastfeed around the clock, and suddenly I felt the extreme urge to use the bathroom, and I’m not talking about peeing.

What no one tells you about having a c-section is that it will be FOREVER before you poop again, and that when you do, you will be absolutely terrified to do so…

I decided that I would finish feeding the baby and try to get down to business. Then the thought hit me that if the baby woke back up and started crying, no one would be there. So what did I do? I walked to the living room and put the baby in the swing.

JW in swing

No sooner did I plop my behind on the toilet seat than I heard the dreaded sound, the baby was awake, despite my best efforts to get him to sleep. But I had to poop. So, I grabbed the bathroom sink and tub, one with each hand, and prepared for the worst. As I sat there, I heard the baby calm down a little and thought “Great, the hubs is awake.” so I stayed quiet and continued my business. Suddenly, I heard a shriek from the baby and continued crying…

The hubs began walking the house with baby boy in what appeared to be an effort to calm him down (that was NOT working). After a minute or so (that the hubs insists was HOURS) I hear the hubs desperately asking the baby and the dogs “Where’s mommy? Where’s your mommy? Can you find mommy?” and I burst into laughter… I deliberately spent another few minutes in the bathroom (ya know, so the hubs could appreciate what I have to go through) before finishing up and giving the poor hubs some relief.

What can be learned from this? Self-preservation is important, and sometimes, Mommy has to poop!

P.S. If you’re looking for a recommendation on a swing, we highly recommend the Fisher Price Snugapuppy!

fisher price snugapuppy swing


Baby Babb is here! 

If you follow me on Facebook or Instagram, you already know that Baby Babb is FINALLY here. Yes, he made it here three weeks ago, at a whopping nine days past due. He didn’t come in the way that I thought he would (I had hoped he would be here on time, or perhaps even a week early) and he even made me have to change every plan that I thought I had about his birth.

Baby Babb, born December 29th

For those of you who know me, you know I don’t adjust well to things not going as planned. If you don’t know me, I’ll fill you in really quick on how this went…

At 8 days past due, I went to my doctor’s appointment with every intention of begging to be induced. I had made it far past any level of comfort (every knows that the last month of pregnancy blows) and could no longer sleep for more than about a 20 minute stretch without being in absolute pain. Little did I know induction would be taken off the table because my little man’s head still had not engaged, and his cord was consistently hanging below his head, which put us at risk of a prolapsed cord had my water broke and that cord not moved. At that point I realized that my natural, unmedicated birth was going to be taken completely off the table.

Never having had surgery before, the word “c-section” scared me to a level that I could not comprehend. I texted my husband, who I had assured that he didn’t need to bother going to that appointment, because I was so upset that I couldn’t call. I cried like a big giant baby for nearly two hours (and accidentally stole a box of Kleenex that I believe are still in my car!) and almost didn’t get released to go home because I was such an emotional wreck that I made my blood pressure go sky high.

By the time I got home and told everyone what was going on, I had calmed down. I started researching c-sections and attempted to make myself okay with it. I talked to friends who had had c-sections previously and heard their stories… This made it better, because I figured if they could do it, so could I.

The next morning I got up, and crankily made my way to the hospital (no food, no coffee, no water… It’s a wonder that I didn’t kill someone). I was, at this point, no longer excited about the birth of my son, although I was still excited to meet him. Immediately upon my arrival, I was put into triage to wait for my surgery. I changed into a hospital gown and was hooked to an iv, had to take out all of my earrings (try doing that when you have fat swollen preggo fingers) and prepare for what I was sure would be one of the worst experiences of my life. Visitors made their way in and out of the tiny triage room (something I swore I didn’t want, but I was so thankful for, as the most calming person for me was my husband’s sweet sister who thoroughly explained everything I would be going through— have I mentioned before how much I love having all the information up front?) and before we knew it, it was time to be wheeled to the OR and to meet our baby boy.

I won’t go through the details of the c-section (honestly, other than almost kicking a nurse when I got my spinal block and how itchy my face felt from the meds, it’s all a little blurry to me) I’ll just tell you that the hardest part was watching them take my son out of the room while I was getting my tubes tied of being stitched up. Well, and the next hardest part came later, when I wasn’t allowed to get up for 12 hours afterward (or eat! Seriously, a liquid diet is not something that I can wrap my head around), and I wasn’t able to change my son’s first diaper. I had to talk my husband through it, which was HILARIOUS!

In the end, it was definitely all worth it, I got my sweet James Walter Babb out of it. All 8 pounds and 10 ounces of him! And even when he keeps me up nearly all night, I wouldn’t trade a single moment with him for the world!


Still Pregnant…

Ugh… 39 weeks and 4 days pregnant today. The boys only ever made it to 38 weeks, so as you can guess, I’m feeling uncomfortable, and a little hopeless that Baby Babb will ever get out.

The TMI starts here… 10 days ago, right after I got my hair done, I lost my mucus plug. I thought that this was surely a sign that he would be here in a matter of days. Last weekend, after we still had no baby in sight (and very few contractions) we started trying “natural” ways to induce. This mostly included eating pineapple, walking, lots of squats, and sex. When I went to the doctor on Tuesday, I was told that I was 70% effaced and 2 cm dilated. While that wasn’t the wonderful news that I was hoping for, I was still pretty excited.
I’ve spent the week walking  (waddling) my tail off, and doing everything I can to convince this kid that it’s time to come. I have contractions, and they even get regular and as close as 5-6 minutes apart. But as soon as I sit down or get into the car, they either completely go away or start getting further apart…

I’ve given up. I’ve decided that this baby is going to be like his daddy and either on time or late for everything. As far as I’m concerned, I may have wasted money buying his cute little Christmas outfits, because at this point, I wonder if he’ll even be here. I’ve cried at least a dozen times in the last 24 hours. I’m tired of being pregnant, I’m tired of hurting, and I’m tired of not holding a baby in my arms. I know I should be patient, but it’s hard… really hard.

So, those are my thoughts this morning…


Baby Babb, please get out! 

If you follow my blog, or follow me on Facebook, you know I’m pregnant. 38 and a half weeks pregnant right now to be exact. I have officially reached the “OMG I’m so tired of this” stage of pregnancy…

The above photo was taken this week. Baby Babb and I initially made a deal, that he would stay in long enough for me to get my hair done. As you can see, I made it… But he’s decided that he’s not coming out yet.

Yesterday, I started really trying to encourage him to come. I don’t think I spent more than 5 minutes off my feet. I cleaned, I danced, I walked and walked. I did squats. I’ve had contractions for weeks… And after all that yesterday, not a single contraction. Last  night,  I sent the hubs to the grocery store and told him to come back with fresh pineapple and pineapple juice. We’re going to give that a try, along with some good old fashioned sex.

Why? Because it’s time for us to meet Baby Babb… So, guess what Baby Babb, you are being evicted. Please, kindly, get out!


Two months left

Wow… We have less than two months left of this pregnancy now! So the plan was to post this over a week ago… But this third trimester is, well, exhausting, and I tend to get off track very fast. I like napping. A lot. And I constantly feel the need to rearrange my house. My husband says that the nesting instinct has kicked into overdrive. I say that’s completely possible, but it doesn’t help that we’ve only been in our house for two months, so I am still attempting to make everything feel like “home” while also preparing for our new family member.

So, what have I been up to in our countdown to Baby Babb?

Hospital tour

I attempted to schedule a hospital tour… But, they have them at night, which is great for the hubs’ schedule, but horrible for a mom in her third trimester, who, much like a bear, just wants to hibernate. Here’s hoping that the third time is the charm, and we actually make it to the next one we sign up for… I have a lot of questions, considering I haven’t given birth in almost a decade, and this hospital is completely new to me.

Packing hospital bag

I have been constantly attempting to pack my hospital bag… My car is ready, the carseat is installed, and Baby Babb’s bag is packed. I even threw a few items in a bag for the hubs… The only problem is, I can’t seem to pack one for myself because I use most of the items that are suggested to have in it… Like, ya know, maternity pants for going home in. That, or I just don’t have stuff yet. I feel sooooo behind. 🙁 I really hope that I get some gift cards at my baby shower and I can get a few of the things that I desperately need (like nursing pjs!)

Speaking of…

Baby showers

My first baby shower is this weekend!!! I am so beyond excited! The ladies from church got together and are throwing me an amazing baby shower (I will definitely be sharing pictures!). They have really worked so hard to make me feel extra special, which is awesome, because other than that, I have felt really yucky lately…

Stocking up

Yes, I have been stocking up… My boys ALWAYS used Pampers diapers, for two reasons. One, because I LOVE the Pampers Points program, and all the cool things that you can earn. Two, because my youngest would break out in a horrific rash if I put another kind of diaper on him. It only seemed logical to stock up on Pampers diapers this time around. I clipped a TON of coupons each month, with the help of friends and family members, and bought the smallest pack of diapers offered for the coupons (this is the best way to get the most bang for your buck with coupons, and if I have too many of a particular size, it turns into a great baby shower gift later). Amazon also helped me to stock up with a rewards program that they had going on for their baby registries… After a certain amount had been purchased off my baby registry, they GAVE me $150 in free diapers and wipes!

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I also took this time to stock up on things that we need around the house… Things like toilet paper (I love Charmin, and can get pretty awesome coupons for it each month too!), hand soap, shampoo, body wash, laundry detergent, and some nonperishable groceries. I tried to make it easy by just grabbing a dollar pump of hand soap and a small-ish pack of toilet paper each time I went to the store… And the other toiletries, I just bought an extra here and there since we don’t go through it quite as fast. We are pretty much set to not have to leave the house after we get home from having the baby… Although I am thankful that I have a mom and mother-in-law that will gladly run and get stuff for me if I really need it.

If you follow me on Instagram, you’ve probably seen some pictures of what we have going on… But, just in case you don’t, here’s a few. 🙂


I did it! It’s finished! #BabyBabb has a swing! #fisherprice #snugapuppy #socute #nowimtired

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Oh, and an updated belly pic, of course! 😉

32 weeks, 2 days… Feeling huge. Less than 8 weeks until we get to see you #BabyBabb!

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