The day after she was born Greyson said it was like I had automatically become someone new.  He said it was amazing because I instantly became a mother.  My Mom said my Dad said the same thing about her when I was born.  I ran across this quote…

“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born.  She never existed before.  The woman existed, but the mother, never.  A mother is something absolutely new.  -Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh

I get it.  I’m getting it a little more everyday.  

I wrote this yesterday when she was actually one week old.  I never got around to actually uploading all the pictures and posting.  I’ve learned this week a lot of tasks get half done before baby duty becomes priority number one.  So, until Charlotte and I get a schedule more established there may be some posts like this.  Just bare with me if you will…

A week?  Really!?- November 9, 2010

It’s 4:00pm on Tuesday.  Can it really be that a week ago at this exact moment we started pushing and 35 minutes later we became parents?  35 minutes later we laid eyes and ears on our child.  It’s just a week and it’s gone by so fast!  The hospital, coming home, the visitors, the food, the feedings, the changes, the learning…it all flew by.  But, we took it all in.  The first week with Charlotte Eva.  It was more than I could’ve hoped for, and more than I ever expected.

Here’s scenes from the hospital and coming home…

Hey!  Oh, wow!  It feels good to be back here.  I’ve missed ya’ll!  Needless to say my life has changed big time in the last week.  But, it’s been great.  I’ll have the birth story and more pics soon.  But, before she was born I wrote more about going a little insane going past my due date.  It was bizarre hormonal trip I wish on no one.

I wrote it last Monday when we found out we could be induced on Tuesday. It’s below.  But, first…here’s a little picture from our weekend…

Charlotte all ready for game day!

To say last week was a long week is a big understatement.  I’m glad I got the time to rest.  I am.  But, I can’t say I completely enjoyed it.  In the beginning of the week I kept singing “The Waiting” by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.

Not too bad the first few days.  I walked, around the park, on the treadmill at the gym, etc.  (If you want attention and startled looks, go to the gym at 9 months pregnant.)  I nested.  I spent time with Greyson and Ginger.  I caught up on shows on the DVR.  I blogged.  I got acupuncture to induce labor on Friday, and again today.   (It really moved things along.  It was bizarre.  That’s another post, though.)

By the end of the week, the song in my head was “She’s Come Undone” by The Guess Who.  Seriously, I felt like I was going crazy.  The hormone fairy had sprinkled insanity dust on me when I was sleeping.  Well, that’s when I could sleep.  For the past 4 days there was not a day that went by that I didn’t completely lose it.  I cried, falling into Greyson’s arms swearing that this was some sort of cruel joke being played on me.  I cursed my continuously closed lady parts and lack of any contractions.  I prayed for contractions.  Who prays for torturous pain?  Pregnant women past their due date, that’s who.  I was convinced no one else but me had ever had an overdue baby.  The last people I wanted to talk to were those who had their babies on-time or early.  I also hated people who discussed how their child was two weeks late.  TWO WEEKS!?  I’d drink a bottle of Castor Oil before it got to two weeks.  I couldn’t look at pictures of my friends with their October babies on Facebook.  MY BABY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BORN IN OCTOBER! Nevermind my sudden obsession with having my baby born on Halloween.  I cursed everyday we got closer to November.  The saddest part was I actually became jealous of friends who had actual complications and GOT to be induced.  What?!  That’s a special type of nuts.

So, this weekend we stayed hunkered down at home, cooking and watching copious amounts of college football.  (Well, copious amounts in my opinion.  It was another fall Saturday for Grey.)  We ignored phone calls and Facebook.  I read all your kind comments here on my little blog and they made me happy.  I apologize for not responding.  Frankly, I just couldn’t talk about it.

This morning was November 1, the date I swore I wouldn’t get to and still be pregnant.  I woke up about 2:30am imagining the doctor telling me I had to wait another week.  After showering and falling asleep for a little while on the couch it was time for our appointment.  I don’t have to wait another week.  I’m getting induced tomorrow thank the Lord.  Honestly, I think this kind doctor is doing this for my mental health more than any real medical reason. (Although, physically it’s safe and imminent.  I won’t gross you out with the gyno details.  You get the drift.)  I know some people think that’s bad, but they don’t know unless the hormone fairy sprinkles dust on them and sings The Guess Who in their ear.

Through this week everyone was like, “Soak up this time with Greyson.  It’s the last time it’ll be just the two of you.”  Yeah, it will be.  We commemorated that like 2 weeks ago.  Do we really know how much the house will change when we bring her home?  No, we don’t.  But, that’s okay.  It’s time now.  It’s funny.  I did get a little weepy this afternoon thinking about our last night in a baby-free house.  I thought we could maybe watch our wedding DVD or something.  I decided that would be just too much.  Grey said it best, “Amy, it’s not like it’s our last night together.  It’s just gonna get better.”  True.  We’re not losing anything so, we’re not mourning anything tonight. We’re relaxing and celebrating.  It’s time to welcome our baby to the party.

Our “Somebody” is here, finally.  Charlotte Eva arrived November 2, 2010 (Election Day, go figure.) at 4:35pm.  She’s 7 lbs. 13ozs. and absolutely perfect!   There’s plenty more to come.  I’ll post soon.  We go home tomorrow and more family comes to town.  

Today was the due date and I’m still pregnant.  Frankly, I’m pretty upset about it, so lets move on.  Shall we?

Election Day is Tuesday.  Yep, I’m that dork who’s up on local and state midterm elections.  I even cast a ballot in the Primary a few months ago.  It was pretty much me, the candidates, their families, and old people pissed about Medicare donut holes.

Today I jinxed myself into still being with child for another week by voting early.  I guess I was trying to pass the time to avoid insanity set a good example for my child.  Downtown was a cluster and it’s unseasonably hot.  So hot I’m rockin’ the Rainbow flip-flops until November.  (I’m a pregnant Southerner!  I’ll do what I want!) I did not want to find a spot blocks away and then walk to the Board of Elections.  I decided I would use my child to make my life easier and pulled up to the curbside voting for handicapped people.