Take a break...if you can!

Lucia is almost 1 month. These past weeks have been non-stop. I hardly have time to do anything apart from taking care of her. Sometimes is hard, I won’t lie to you, mostly since my mom left, but in the end you get so much in return, you don't mind.

Eventually, in the evenings I regret not doing more things with her; I could talk more to her when she’s peacefully sitting on her transat chair. Maybe play more with her. But the truth is I need the “free” time for my shower, to get some rest, washing machines, Aramis, check the emails in a wink, call my mom… I could say I’m on duty 24h! :)

On Friday I had an appointment with my doctor to check the c-cut scar - everything is back in place and I can almost return to normal life. The thing is I had to shave my legs, as since I came back from the hospital I never had the chance to. So I took one of the morning breaks to do it, but Lucia decided one leg was enough. I can't go like that for my check-up! In the end, after failing to convince Lucia I needed both legs, I ended sitting on the bathroom floor, Lucia in one arm and shaver on the other. Hard to believe but it is possible! She didn’t mind the sound of the machine (for instance, Aramis hates it), she even kind of felt drowsy. It was not easy but in the end I had both my legs smooth and hairless, Yuppie!!!

I wish I could note down all this “curious” situations I live everyday, but that would take me one of my so claimed breaks…

Lucia is already 3.780Kg. She’s gaining weight, hurray!!! She’s an angel. At night she only wakes once, around 3a.m/4a.m. Later she asks for her breakfast around 7a.m, just like Aramis. So I can’t blame on her that I don’t get enough sleep. Somehow my body is used to her timetable now, and I do wake up with her, or even before her. It’s amazing how my body is responding to this new life, like if we both had synchronized watches. Daddy is also helping a lot; he takes care of most of the diapers changing. I just wish he could be more time with us during the week.

Have to go, is time to feed the little angel, once more!

Lucia is born

It was Monday 3rd March. Somehow I knew the time had come, but had my doubts.

At 12h00 we left for the hospital and once there, I knew I was not going back home. Straight for check up; 4 cm opened already. The contractions got more and more regular, so far not very painful. The monitoring seemed ok although the baby was sleeping. I was prepared for a normal labor but it turned out different. Normal amniotic fluid is clear and relatively odorless, but mine was colored. Green- or brown-tinged fluid usually indicates that the baby has passed meconium (stool formed before birth that is normally released after birth in the first bowel movement). This can be a sign that the baby is under stress. Occasionally, a baby may breathe the fluid into the lungs, which may result in serious breathing problems (meconium aspiration syndrome) that require prompt treatment.

So I was sent directly to the surgery room for an emergency c-cut. What can I say I was so disappointed, I felt like I had done something wrong. I was so much looking forward for participating in Lucia’s arrival to this world. And then, everything went so fast, I just remember someone telling me everything was going to be fine, I remember David, I guess once the operation was over and then the observation room.

I cried, 9 months waiting and no sign of my baby or David. My body was in pain, but what hurted most, was that I felt like a part of me had been stolen.

But when I first saw her, it was like the pain vanished and nothing else mattered. My little angel, my baby, finally we were face to face.