I’ve been thinking a lot (I know scary, but bear with me) about the whole giving birth process. It’s humiliating. Thinking back on it different things come to mind. Things like: What the heck was I thinking spreading my legs and showing my hoo-ha to people I didn’t even know. Hoo-ha’s are not pretty. I never wanted anyone looking that closely at it, especially someone I don’t even know. I should have gotten a Brazilian wax. I pushed someone out of my hoo-ha in front of a doctor who has seen a whole lot of hoo-ha’s in his life; what if mine was the ugliest one he ever saw? Luke is seriously probably emotionally scarred for life because he saw me push a kid out. Ew. I was not in my right mind when this whole thing happened or else I never would have done it. What about contractions make a woman’s inhibitions disappear to the point where she will stoop low enough to let the whole world see her privates? Giving birth is humiliating. The end of my thinking about it.
Today is my birthday. I am a whole 22 years old today. It was pretty much just like any other day. My mom told me that when you have kids your birthday just kind of goes away, and it did and I am okay with it; it really wasn’t “my day.” I didn’t really even tell anyone it was my birthday. I didn’t want it to be a big deal anyway. I always feel like spending money on myself or people spending money on me is a waste of money (money 3 times in one sentence) because that money (4) could be spent on other, much more productive things.
But birthdays do come with great things. My parents called and sang to me like they always do; relatives who call and sing to you is the best way to start out any day, especially if they are singing to and or about you. CarolAnn and Liz (the awesome girls I work with) snuck out and bought me ice cream, a chicken sandwich and Doritos – smorgasbord of food from the school cafeteria, funny, memorable and awesome. To top it off Jenny and Logan are coming over tonight to make tacos.
Aslynn update.
She’s getting pretty good at holding up her head. When she’s lying on my chest she almost always has her head up trying to look around.
She’s starting to get her nights and days mixed up. She’s alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic at about 11:30 pm each night.
Luke is beginning to feel left out. I snuggle with the baby more than him because she needs it more. Luke and I are very snuggly people and the fact that we can’t snuggle with one another as much as we did is very hard to adjust to. We miss snuggle time with each other A LOT.
We took her to Church on Sunday. She slept through Sacrament. We told her that this was okay until she started Primary.
Aslynn got her first real bath this week too. It was an okay experience. She’ll get used to it.
We got photo documentation of her most recent massive spit up. I still laugh until I cry every time because Luke is so grossed out by “curdled milk.”
Today is my birthday. I am a whole 22 years old today. It was pretty much just like any other day. My mom told me that when you have kids your birthday just kind of goes away, and it did and I am okay with it; it really wasn’t “my day.” I didn’t really even tell anyone it was my birthday. I didn’t want it to be a big deal anyway. I always feel like spending money on myself or people spending money on me is a waste of money (money 3 times in one sentence) because that money (4) could be spent on other, much more productive things.
But birthdays do come with great things. My parents called and sang to me like they always do; relatives who call and sing to you is the best way to start out any day, especially if they are singing to and or about you. CarolAnn and Liz (the awesome girls I work with) snuck out and bought me ice cream, a chicken sandwich and Doritos – smorgasbord of food from the school cafeteria, funny, memorable and awesome. To top it off Jenny and Logan are coming over tonight to make tacos.
Aslynn update.
She’s getting pretty good at holding up her head. When she’s lying on my chest she almost always has her head up trying to look around.
She’s starting to get her nights and days mixed up. She’s alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic at about 11:30 pm each night.
Luke is beginning to feel left out. I snuggle with the baby more than him because she needs it more. Luke and I are very snuggly people and the fact that we can’t snuggle with one another as much as we did is very hard to adjust to. We miss snuggle time with each other A LOT.
We took her to Church on Sunday. She slept through Sacrament. We told her that this was okay until she started Primary.
Aslynn got her first real bath this week too. It was an okay experience. She’ll get used to it.
We got photo documentation of her most recent massive spit up. I still laugh until I cry every time because Luke is so grossed out by “curdled milk.”
3 comments:
Nice one Aslynn. I see Jeff being the same way about spit up and vomit. Even though he says that when it is his child it will be different, It won't he will still be grossed out. :) Happy Birthday again girly!! I love you
O ya, about the hoo-ha thing, I always did wonder what kind of a mind set woman are in to actual give birth because I agree 100% that it has to be quite humiliating. Not really looking forward to the humiliating part when I give birth one day. When you think a lot about something and write it down is my favorite thing to read!! I am always entertain and can totally picture saying whatever it is that you wrote. Thanks for making me smile today!!
hey I saw you in the kitchen on campus the other day! looks like things are going well with you guys and your daughter is adorable! congrats! maybe ill see u on campus again sometime.
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