Today my son, Peter turns 26. Yes, I am older than I look! (Ha!) It was the 1980's, big hair, leg warmers, parachute pants - I had it all go'in on!
Every year, on my kid's birthdays, I reminisce. When they were little, I would tell the tale of the day they were born. I embellished some (you know how I love to do that!) making it the most exciting day in history of the world! (they loved it)
Like most women, those events are as vivid today as they were then, you will always remember everything about that day. So, I'd like to share Peter's birthday with you. He was a VBAC delivery (vaginal birth after cesarean) 9:30 pm at Overlook Hospital.(one of the first ever done there, 1984) It required that I change doctors. My first OB, who sectioned me two years earlier, told me that I could only delivery approx. a 7lb baby. When I asked how he knew that he said, “I just know these things.” Wow, he must be like superman and have X-ray vision, I thought. (Peter was born 8.8!)
So I fired and hired the next OB. Sheila B.,was a young, new, single practitioner who had a thriving business. We would sit for hours in her waiting room and socialize until she was ready to see us. Sheila spent alot of quality time with her patients so she was worth the wait.
With Peter, I was in labor for 18 hours of which she stayed with me the whole time.. Knowing I wanted to deliver vaginally, she took all the proper precautions (there were probes and wires everywhere!) When all was said and done, (yes, with lots of intervention like pitocin, epidural, vacuum extraction)…he was out! At the time, I thought I did pretty well. After all, I didn’t have a c-section. As I often tell people, I was trained as an ER nurse so intervention and machines, were my “comfort zone”. It wasn’t until I had my next child that I had a natural delivery (she was 8.15!) Ya know what they say, "Three's a charm!"
I still giggle thinking about my first child, Nicole, who was so hairy. I remember saying to my husband, “Forget a college fund, we’d better save up for electrolysis!” ( this is a girl who went on to shave the tops of her forearms in high school). I also jokingly blamed my husband, “It’s your entire fault, she’s so hairy.” (the man looked like Sasquatch!) So when I saw Peter’s head crowning in the mirror, I yelled, “Are you sure that’s his head?” He was as bald as Uncle Fester! If that’s not bad enough, when I first saw his face I thought, “OMG, he looks just like my mother-in-law”. Imagine that!
It was with my second, Peter, that I really let go of the stupid breastfeeding advice given to me with my first. My hospital room mate, Mari was an integral part of that. (yes, we shared rooms back then!) She also VBAC’d with the same OB, so we instantly bonded. Mari was the one who opened my mind to a whole new way of thinking. “Just nurse him whenever he wants, that’s what I do”, she said, “It’s easy.’ I thought, if she can do it, so can I ....and I never looked at a clock again.
Peter breastfed for 22 months and we enjoyed every minute of it. I actually nursed him through 7 months of my pregnancy with Andrea. Eventually, he replaced nursing with putting his hand down my shirt between my breasts (very sweet!) Two months later, I delivered Andrea and happily started all over again!
Now that I think of it, I haven’t stopped feeding Peter yet. I'm making him dinner tonight for his birthday!
Since my kids are grown and I don't breastfeed, co-sleep, cuddle or hold their little hands much anymore, (they just won't let me!) I live my life vicariously through all of you. Thank you for sharing your precious babies with me! May your memories of this time be as vivid and happy as mine.
The abbreviation, “wwmd”, which is short for "What would Maria do?" was affectionately created by a mom in our weekly new mom support group. When a mom is struggling with an issue and poses it to the group (like taking a cue from a Hollywood director), someone exclaims, "wwmd" which is then followed by giggles, smiles and a few high-fives and all at my expense. (small price to pay for flattery!)
You see, often parents make the mistake of asking if,
I have an opinion on something in particular.
"I have an opinion on everything." is my standard response. Then one day a couple retorted with, "That's what we've heard!"
At first, I was shocked and a smidge embarrassed. But now I feel alot better because I've come to terms with it! Yes, admitting that I’ve got quite a well-deserved reputation!
So now, with that said, I'm putting it out there...here it is:
For those of you, who really want to know what I think
and really want to know what I would do, this blog is affectionately for you!
(self-proclaimed comedian & baby fanatic!)
I've had the pleasure of working with new moms and babies for over 20 years now. During that time, I have been referred to as: the Lactition, Mother Theresa of Breastfeeding, Baby Whisperer, Baby Guru, Boob Lady, Lactose Lady, Latch-Master and some which cannot and should not be mentioned! Anyway. you could say that I am considered the "Go-To-Girl" for any kind of issue related to babies. I am told that it's not just because I know my stuff but that I tell it like it is - uncensored and straight-up!