The Immaculate Conception

That insurance company got you down? Know your rights!  I've concluded my maternity leave and low and behold it's time for me to go back to work... But I'm feeling a bit sad and have been since Evy was born.  Who knew postpartum depression could be considered a preexisting condition???? Seroiusly... apparently I've been postpartum since before Evy was born.  She is the immaculate conception and a bonefide SAINT!  If that's the case I should be trying to get on Oprah and selling pictures of my "lil' MIRACLE" to the highest bidder.  I wonder how much I can get for a lock of her hair? Hopefully it's enough to cover rent, utilities since I'm heading toward the fight of the century with my insurance carrier.  Those jokesters are HILARIOUS! They'll come up with anything get out of paying my short term disability.  Now I understand what Mr. Obama was fighting for.  Thank you, Mr. President.  I hear you loud and clear...

TV Killed The Productive Mom

This week was all about getting housework done.  My only weakness: T-V.  It's hard to get motivated when quality entertainment such as "Divorce Court" is on the tube.  How am I expected to concentrate on washing the dishes when "comically abnormal" couples are airing their proverbial "undies" for America to see.  It's two steps morally above Jerry Springer, but trashy enough to keep me from my happy homemaker duties.  No matter!  I will conquer the dining room today.  It's a re-run. LOL! 

I LAUGH IN THE FACE OF DEATH! HA!

Spent the day shopping which was awesome to do.  Of course I carried Nubby with me.  Wanted to give the hubby a chance to get some school work done.  I know. I'm such a good wife! Hee hee hee... I shouldn't have been so nice considering the EVIL STARE OF DEATH he gave me this morning when I came home late (11:30PM) last night.  He was already in bed or I would have gotten that stupid stare then.  Whatever.  I need to be social though and I'm not sure he understands that.  I never get to see my friends in New York and lately I've been really missing the interaction.  So I decided to entertain a girl's night out with two of my friends in New York City on the upper east side.  We had dinner and drinks at an awesome thai place called "LAND".  It felt so good to laugh and chat.  Been feeling so lonely lately...  Me spending time away from the house every so often allows me to recharge my batteries.  I think it makes me a better mom.  Nubby can feel my energy if it's negative.  At least if I have a chance to release some steam with my gal pals, I can come back home ready to be SUPER MOMMA all over again.  

So I don't care if that night out caused the "SILENT TREATMENT" in my household. It was totally worth it! I'm such a rebel WITH a cause. hee hee hee. ;)

I'M ON STORKNET.COM

I'm working on a parenting journal on popular family website Storknet.com. I would love for you to check it out.  http://www.storknet.com/journals/mm-parenting/ 
It's more fun than a barrel of monkeys.  In fact those monkeys aren't even funny... Show offs! 

A Serious Baby

Nubby fell asleep during our walk on Thursday which was miracle discovery.  So long as the weather stays hopeful, I'll have a chance to calm her when she's fussy which seems to happen quite often.  To my seasoned mommas - do babies normally get fussy and want to be held all the time around this age?  At six weeks, Nubby became even more fussy than normal.  My normally independent newborn began to show signs of neediness.  She would cry and cry and until I held her to which the crying would stop.

It's strange, but I feel slightly glad.  Nubby seemed to come out of the womb an independent lady.  Although she depended on me to feed, bath, clothe, ect.. she still seemed as if she could get all that done without me.  Her cries told me that in a strange way.  She was so serious... Not like those cute chubby babies full of mirth and laughter as soon as they pop out the womb (not that my darling isn't cute cause she's a beautiful baby).  Nubby was different.  Serious and about business from the start.  This is going to sound even more strange (it's probably my postpartum reading into it...), but I got the feeling when she was born that she didn't much like me much.  Now at seven weeks, all she wants is for me to hold her.  It's feeding my bruise postpartum ego.  It makes me feel so wanted when Nubby coos in my arms.  She even gazes at me with this intense curious stare while she's feeding.  I'll admit: I love it.

So despite that fact that my arms hurt from holding her so much and that I'm not able to do any chores or writing when she's awake, I'm still very glad.  My baby's curious about me.  We are developing a relationship.  I'm sure I'll cry the first time she calls me "Mommy".  I'm such a sap for stuff like that.

Introducing Ms. Postpartum 2010

Birth is a very traumatic experience for both mother and baby.  I guess I didn't see it that way for sometime since I had a cesarean.  For me it's not the event more so as the feelings I've had since Nubby's birth.  Some have been physical. I retained enough water to shame a camel.  My period moved in for five weeks and refused to pay rent (Bitch).  I would wake up in the middle of the night in tears.  I was a cry baby before I got pregnant so this didn't weird me out - until I realized I honestly had nothing to cry about.  Usually someone has to hurt my feelings or I've watched BEACHES on Lifetime... but for a few nights, I would wake up crying for no reason at all.  I know... It's like a bad episode of THE TWILIGHT ZONE or MY SO CALLED LIFE.


Now it's seven weeks postpartum and I'm still feeling like poop.  Not sure if you (my maternity leave mommas) have experienced this, but I've become addicted to television.  Not for the intellectual stimulation of fabulous programs like DIVORCE COURT and MAURY (BTW I love JESUS, but Pat Robertson and his twit of a sidekick on the 700 CLUB should not be used as sources of information... so please America, don't call these guys for personal advice.  Pat Robertson can not tell you how to mow your lawn or which investments in your portfolio will best please GOD.  Call an accountant or GOOGLE IT!  Wikipedia's a better source than those two TOOLS.), but because the sound of the television reminds me that I'm not alone.  Nubby is an amazing baby, but she doesn't talk yet.  Our apartment can get so quiet...  The cacophony of voices from the television temporally fill the empty void.  When will the void be filled?  Television can only do so much.  For consecutive episodes of CSI:NY helps, but evidentially the program goes off and the void is still there.


I decided to join a book club.  Not sure if it will help, but it's worth a try.  It will give me an opportunity to read and meet new people as well.  I'll never give up JUDGE ALEX, but I can think of at least one hour of television to sacrifice... That Robertson really gets on my nerves...

Welcome To Momma'Hood

My husband and I are the proud parents of a beautiful baby girl, Evy (Ee-vee).  She was born on January 27 and was 6 lbs 1.9 oz at birth.  I’m so excited to share this journey with you.  It’s very scary being a new mom.  I can’t tell you how many times I check on Evy while she’s sleeping. I bet she’s thinking, “Wow, large lady who might be my Mommy. You’re a stalker.”  And she would be right.  I’m consistently in her face.  And what a sweet face it is!  Evy is our first baby. EVER. I had never been pregnant before she came along (as I documented in my recent pregnancy blog for Storknet.com).  Now I find myself in a new predicament - a.k.a. Momma-Hood.


I’ll be honest: I’m scared.  I don’t know nuthin’ about raisin’ no babies.  I’ve never even had a pet.  WAIT. Once I had a goldfish named Sammy, but that fish was just too darn needy, so I gave it to my mom to raise.  I did have a Tamagochi when I was 20. But babies require more attention than cleaning up virtual poop.  It’s hard work!  This has been the longest six weeks of my life!  I was convinced my maternity leave would be a vacation. I could play video games all day. Sure I would have to change diapers, feed her, and cuddle her, but that’s not much… YEAH RIGHT! Someone failed to inform me that babies require way more than the above. 

Don’t get me wrong: besides my lack of sleep, I’ve enjoyed it all.  My daughter is an amazing little wonder.  She’s curious about her surroundings and I’ve spent time creating an atmosphere that makes her feel comfortable and safe.  I’ve spending time talking to her, playing with her, and reading her stories.  I love it when she looks up at me with those large soft eyes – I love it even more listening to her soft breathing as she’s sleeping… yes, we’ve had a good time together.  But this at no walk in the park, girlfriends!  IT’S WORK! PLAIN AND SIMPLE.  Thank GOD I have my husband, Henry. 

It’s a blessing and a curse to being a new mom, but I am blessed to HAVE this opportunity.  Evy is a very special baby and we look forward to sharing our first year of life with you.  This blog will update daily. For more detailed accounts, please check out our Parenting Journal on StorkNet.com