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If momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy!

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

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I’m going to try my hand at this here bloggin shit. We’ll see if I can keep it up, but a lil thing called my job and the other lil nuance called my family may get in the way…but I’m giving it a shot.

Today is my baby’s half birthday. Little man (Little Kiss) was born on September 5th 2007 at 10am. Well, I should say he was scooped out of me, I had him via c-section. Highly recommend, I loved every moment of it. Of course, it was my second time around in that department, so I sorta knew what to expect. Anyway – he came out a whopping 9lbs 7oz and is currently 18lbs. A tank!

So much has happened in the past 6 months. Little Kiss was in the hospital when he was only 6 days old. He got a mega fever, we hustled to the ER and he underwent blood draws, chest x-rays and a spinal tap. At 6 days old! Ended up being admitted for a week to treat pneumonia. I stayed with there while the in-laws and Mr. Kiss took care of things on the home front.

Then when Little Kiss was 6 weeks old (what’s w/ the number 6 to us??) I was in the ER myself with gall bladder complications. An incompetent ass who called himself a doc sent me home, only for the shit to get worse and so it was my turn to be admitted. Apparently a gall stone escaped, grazed the pancreas and gave me a full blown case of pancreatitits. Which can be fatal. And hurts like a mutha fucka. I couldn’t eat or drink anything while this was repairing. And I was hopped up on pain meds that I can’t even describe. I was in for 5 days before they decided I was healthy enough to undergo the knife and get the gall bladder out. Oh, and for good measure, they took my appendix, too. Why do we have these things if we don’t even need them? Anyway – the best part of my story is that I continued to pump breast milk while admitted – even though Little Kiss couldn’t drink it because it was toxic, I didn’t want to lose my supply. I’m still awaiting delivery of my medal for that one ;).

Since then, all has been going really well. Little Kiss is the happiest baby ever. And a rock star sleeper and eater. Unlike his big brother, we did sleep training early on him, although he never really needed it. Big Kiss was a monster in the “bed time routine department” until we went all Super Nanny on his ass at 18mos old and now bedtime isn’t a horror show, but he likes to get up at 5.30 or 6am. Lucky us.

Firstborn (Big Kiss) has become a full blown toddler. He’ll be 3 in June and sure does know how to throw down “tantrum style.” But he’s also the most charismatic almost-3-year-old I know. To his credit, he’s never ever been jealous of Little Kiss, he’s an amazing brother.

And today while I rejoice in the fact that it’s my baby’s half birthday I also curse out Mother Nature (bitch) because my period is back (I nursed Little Kiss for 4 mos) and it’s awful. And I’m irritable to say the least. And some jackass pulled out in front of me on the way to work – causing me to slam on my breaks, which in turn caused my oh so nicely prepared lunch of pesto chicken pasta to go all over my back seat. I was thisclose to just ramming into him but decided I didn’t really want to get out in the rain to deal w/ the aftermath. So – to you – A Hole – you received a gift today, you’re welcome.

Jeez, re-reading, I totally left out Mr. Kiss. We’ve been married for over 5 years now. The first 2 were pretty fun. Then Big Kiss came along and we had an adjustment period to say the least. We were nervous about adding Little Kiss to the mix, but that has been remarkably easy. Only problem? We rarely have real conversation anymore. Mornings are staggering our showers and getting everyone out the door. Evenings it’s dinner time and soaking up as much of the kids as we can before they go to bed (at 7 and 7.30). Then it’s clean up, prep for the next day, catch up on DVR and crash. Sometimes we kiss each other good night ;) So the real conversations occur during the day via phone or in the rare occasion we go away w/out the monkeys. Again, lucky us.


Blogger The mad woman behind the blog said...

Hey Dammit! Here is a lovely little lonely post with no comments! WTH?!?!?!

I'm so glad I went looking for this!

Love that you call them monkeys. I call Mad a monkey all the time and then get all nervous when the mixed and black kids come over to play and I call them monkeys too. Good thing their mamas never hear me.

5/18/10, 11:36 AM  
Blogger MommaKiss said...

this was written back when only i read my posts :)

Monkeys - totally a term of endearment.

5/18/10, 2:57 PM  
Blogger Booyah's Momma said...

OK, I'll bite. You left that comment about your first post, and I just had to search it out as well.

I laughed out loud when I got to the comment about Mother Nature's reappearance after weaning. That might be one of the worst things about stopping breastfeeding. That, and the fact that the boobs shrink away to nonexistence.

10/13/10, 12:47 PM  
Blogger Natalie said...

Damn! What's a conversation? I don't even remember anymore...especially ones with my husband!

6/20/11, 1:51 PM  

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