According to the message boards, I am a “WAHM” - work-at-home mom though it feels more like a vain attempt at working while comforting/feeding/entertaining a demanding newborn.
This is quite frustrating for me. Before the bed rest orders given in early March, my writing was starting to pick up and catch a groove. I was getting comfortable querying and feeling like I was learning a lot. But when your blood pressure hits 160/100, it’s hard to concentrate on anything. And with bed rest, the orders were no work, no exciting entertainment, no exertion. Everything was to be “bunnies and rainbows and happy stories” according to the doctor. Not exactly the stuff the writing life is made of. (more…)
Today marks the 7th week of Miri’s life and my full return to my pre-pregnancy weight of *gulp* 215 lbs. I fit in my old clothes with exception to my pants - I needed to go up a size to *additional gulp* 18 thanks to the postpartum belly. But at least I get active again. Considering I was injured most of last year and then pregnant, my return to activity must be steady and slow to say the least. (more…)
“Back in the saddle again…”
That’s right, folks. I’m back writing about the horrors of debt and how to get out from under that monster with a deeply personal saga. (I’m all about sagas lately!)
Let’s take a look at our progress over the past 5 months… (more…)
Continued from The Labor Saga - part 2…
So I’ve been hooked up to an IV and a fetal monitor for umpteen hours, administered a catheter and had it removed, administered an epidural that wasn’t working and was awaiting the news that after all that I may need an emergency c-section. (more…)
Continued from The Labor Saga - part 1…
We loaded everything into the car - the backpack with clothes and baby supplies, the aforementioned car seat, me in labor. The ride was quite smooth but then again it was 4 am on a Monday morning - even the Orange Crush doesn’t create traffic at that hour.
We arrived at the hospital and had to use the Emergency Room to enter, which was actually empty which shocked Justin.
“I’ve never seen this place empty,” he replied as I waddled up to the admitting desk. He was a seasoned visitor after my 6-day stay in the hospital from the hypertension.
“Just wait until 6 or 7,” I retorted just as another contraction hit. “Heart attack hour is on Mondays just before work.” (more…)
