THE MOTHERLOAD

It's really not Valentine's Day until you get pooped and peed on in the same morning. I knew he wasn't done. He was still squirmy and grunting. Isaiah was trying to tell me he wasn't done. But it had been so long since I last heard the explosive poop come firing out, that I thought, he has to be done by now! It was going so well. By now I have learned to keep a paper towel over his winky to keep him from showering himself. I was just about done, and I had even smeared some butt paste all over his little bottom. He was ready to go. 3...2...1...lift off, I lifted him up to place a nice fresh diaper under him. That was when it happened. The motherload of all whammies! It came flying out of him like water from a high pressure hose! Only it wasn't water...or pee. It was poop. Bright mustard yellow... all over the towel, the waterproof pad underneath, and yes, even onto the floor below. It happened so fast, yet I can see it happening in slow motion. OHHHH NOOOOO, I can hear myself say. Then I looked at myself. Poop everywhere, in my hair, on my shirt, and it had even made it onto my pants. WHAT AM I FEEDING THIS KID? Then, to make this occasion even more special, as I was madly grabbing paper towels trying to clean everything, he peed. Like a glorious fountain! AHH, the joys of motherhood. After showering us both off, and wet vacuuming the floor, I am doing laundry now... AGAIN.

What pain?

A miracle, having a baby… Those first 5 days were hell on me. I had pains that were worse than the hardest labor contractions. It was agonizing. All due to my pelvis trying to contract back. A condition called SPD- where your pelvis loosens too much during pregnancy. I should have never been put in stirrups, because that only made it worse. I had pains starting at my lower back and traveling all the way down to my feet. I had to stand to breastfeed, and sometimes, I couldn’t take it anymore, I would almost lose control and have to put Isaiah down. I didn’t think I could get through it. But I did(thanks to lots of Vicodin and Motrin). I do now understand why people totally forget the pain altogether because you are so engrossed in your sweet little miracle.

Speaking of pain, everyone is asking. And the answer is YES, I DID HAVE THE EPIDURAL. The invention of the Epidural is the greatest invention to womankind EVER! And boy am I so glad I did it. I got it at 7-8 cm, and I felt like I could do without. But then the nurse told me, that if I was going to do it at all, now would be a really good time. And I was getting so tense in my legs and back, that I told them to do it. The nurse told me after I got it that I had an extremely narrow pelvic canal, and that if I hadn’t gotten the epidural, that labor would have been extremely painful (although I couldn’t imagine that it could be more painful than it was!).

Check out these pictures of the procedure...

This was a little scary, but neither Dave or I passed out. My nurse was awesome, and the Anesthegeologist, Dr. Dang became my best friend.


I'm not gonna lie, just seeing this picture makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over again! Forget alcohal. I'll take an epidural any day!

It's gone...

Little Isaiah lost his belly button stump today. Dave was so happy, saying what a milestone it was, but for me it was bittersweet. Sweet, because he won't be bothered by it anymore, and as soon as the scab totally dries up, we will be able to give him real baths, and not just sponge baths. But a little bit bitter, because the cord was the last physical link between baby and mother! That was the cord that connected us together for 9 months, feeding him oxygen and nourishment until the day he was born. It's all happening so fast! My Peanut will never be 9 days old again. He will never be this little again.

MOOOOOO, Mommy the human cow

It's like I am the all you can eat buffet- open for 24 hours, and little Isaiah is sure getting his money's worth! As my only customer, he will eat nonstop if I don't pull him away! He's quite the voracious little bugger. He loves to eat, just like his mommy and daddy. I guess I fed him too well in the womb!

For all you gals out there... all I have to say is, and you thought I was huge before! You should see me now! How many D's can I go up to?

Along with all that eating goes oh so much poop. We are knee deep in diapers, I can't believe how fast they go! And you really don't think little boys can shoot that far, but they really can squirt themselves all they way up to the top of their heads! I thought I was exempt, because in the begining, only Dave got peed on during changes. See, I had made this deal with Isaiah, no whammy's for mommy, and the milk will continue to flow - like when Jesus made wine out of water! So far Isaiah has broken our deal twice for me, the last time being a few minutes ago. So in addition to a diaper change, he also got a sponge bath, and will get another one at a decent hour this morning! One thing that does seem to help though, is if you repeat, "NO WHAMMY, NO WHAMMY, NO WHAMMY, NO!" over and over again while changing him. This seems to lessen your chance of getting peed on, but it could just be coincidence.

My Dearest Isaiah

January 30, 2005

My Dearest Isaiah,

You are even more precious than I could have ever imagined! Truly you are a miracle from God and your dad and I are in awe of you. We just can’t keep from staring at you and watching your every move.

Isaiah, your name means “God is Salvation.” David, your middle name (after your father’s name) means “Beloved of God.” We had a handful of different names picked out for both boys and girls, but we came up with the name Isaiah just hours before you were born.

You are so beautiful and adorable, I wish I could record every move and sound you make! Your little noises are too cute, you squeal and squeak and pant with little breaths. You have us cracking up! Especially when you fart! You are a tooting machine! Who ever thought that such a big explosion could come from something so small? You make your daddy proud!

Your entry into this world was hard on me, and Dr. Yang had to use the vacuum to help pull you out. I was in such pain and agony, I thought you would never come out! But it’s absolutely true, what all mothers say…once they placed you in my arms I felt nothing but joy! It was an experience beyond words. I’m so happy we waited to see if you would be a boy or a girl because it was the best surprise of our lives! Your daddy cut the umbilical cord and was just beaming with pride for his healthy young son!

My recovery from your birth has been pretty rough. My body is a mess, but my heart overflows! Your father has been so caring and helpful. I never thought I could love him even more than I did, but I do. He is so good with you, he’s a natural! He is the greatest man I have ever known, in every single way. There are times when I just can’t take the pain in my body that I feel so helpless and sad. But all it takes is just one look at you, a smile or a little noise from you and I am overwhelmed with happiness, despite my agony. I know that all this pain will soon pass, and I probably won’t even remember it. But even if it never left me, it is all worth it, 100%!

You are quite the handsome little man! I think you look just like your daddy! You were born with sideburns, and of course a nice head of hair! I think your eyes, eyebrows, nose and lips look just like your father’s. You even have dimples (as I was hoping you would) just like him! Your dad doesn’t see it as much as I do. You almost don’t look like me at all! Except that every now and then you look like a little China Man.

Everyday now is a new adventure for our lil family. We cherish every moment. We love you very much, Peanut!
Love…Unconditionally,

Mom