Fecal Matter...

So, Mia is sitting in her swing for the first time since we got it and I believe she is what they call "knocked out". I decided to put her in it because she was actin' like a straight fool and was scratching my face & neck and spitting out her pacifier. Gosh. The I put on her fave classical CD, Mozart's Greatest Hits, and now she's "knocked out".  =]

But she did a doo-doo earlier and it made me think... How could such foul mess come out of something so small?? Good Buddha! Its so stinky! That's why I think they made that commercial about the Hefty garbage bags just for Mia's stank poops and farts. The one that goes "So don't be 'stinky-stinky-stinky', get 'Hefty-hefty-Hefty'". I swear they made it for her.

I know bowel movements and flatulence is not supposed to smell like the Garden of Eden or anything. If you mix all the food you ate together in 1 day & smelled it, I'm guessing it's not that great. (I wouldn't know. Never tried...) After all, it is digested food particles and gassy-ness, but come on! She eats liquids for Pete's sake! My mom says its because I breast feed her & its whatever I eat. I blame it on the formula!!! I don't trust it, but I still use it so when I go back to school she wont look at whom ever is watching her like, "What the **** is this ****? What you tryna do? Kill me?! You muther ******! Wait til' Mommy gets home. She'll whoop ya *** for this bull **** you call 'milk'. You just wait and see." 

Yeah... she be havin' some mean looks for real! She looks at people so mean that it looks like she's trying to hurt their feelings. (laugh-out-loud) She gets it from me ^_____^ 

I'm so proud. *sniff*

Well, whatever goes on inside baby tummies, it must be some foul mess or something. But hey! I can't complain too much. It's not like she can clean up her bright orange fecal matter by herself yet. Someone has to do it & that's me. Besides! I don't trust people changing her poopy diapers.... I don't think they do it right.... <____<

They aren't as good as SMR. (Super Mommy Raven.)

Postpartum Visit

So I wen to my postpartum appointment yesterday. gosh. its been 6 weeks since I had my baby?! it feels like yesterday I was pushing her big head out & getting ripped in half... *sigh* the memories...
Anyway! I went yesterday hoping would be all well. my stitches have healed just fine, my uterus is no longer the size of a watermelon & new birth control! woo-hoo! cuz everyone knows I DO NOT want another little one for another 15 years. my 1st experience was too damn painful & I'm good with pain, but that was nearly unbearable.

I make it into the office, check my weight (still gotta loose another 6 pounds or so) & my blood pressure (a healthy 120/70). go to the examining room, undress & wait. my wonderful doctor comes in & checks my va-jay-jay. I'm convinced it looks like a freakin train wreck: falling apart on 1 side, a huge open cave & some pieces have gone M.I.A.
Surprisingly, she says everything is good & healed very nicely. EXCEPT there was a part where the scab had fallen off & there was bare flesh there. :[
so she checked everything 1st. then told me she was going 2 use silver nitrate sticks to burn off the exposing flesh so it can scab over & fall off. well, it sure did burn! I thought my vagina was on fire! and it kept burnin'. she said it would last 10 minutes. tell me why I took a nap, woke up at about 2:15pm & it still hurt?! 10 minutes my ass..

other than that, I'm on a new birth control. I would have gone with removing my reproductive organs entirely but NO! my mom wouldn't let me do that -_-
so now I gotta go back next week 2 check on the healing & such of my, what felts like, a 4th degree burn. like I already didn't have a traumatic labor already... then I had to set my va-jay-jay on fire
But atleast everything healed "nicely" b/c I never thought I would have healed after all that pushing & ripping...

Possible Tattoo

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So this is my daughter's name in Thai.
(the closest thing to Laotian since she is Laotian & African American)
Im thinking about getting a tattoo of a butterfly with those letters in it.
It was hard finding a translator into Laotian, so I looked up a Thai-English translator. Sadly, Mia cant be translated in English exactly since it is and Italian name. It actually means "My" or "Mine".... i know... not much of a meaningful name, but hey! No one really cares about all that anyway!
But yes... I had to find an Italian-Thai translator just to get it. gosh. I guess you cant always find what you want on the internet...

My Crazy Labor Experience

So, I never thought my labor would be so crazy। I always thought I'd wake up at 3am with a few contractions, rush to the hospital, wait about 8 hours and finally push this big girl out with the help of an epidural. Natrual? *psh* Who does that anymore?! Its the 21st century!Yeah... none of that went that way except the 3 am part....

I woke up at exactly 2:45am on January 21, 2009 to take a nightly pee (like usual). I walk to the bathroom and sit on the lovely procelain invention that I see far too many times a day. As I start to pee, suddenly a rush of water pours into the toilet. I sat and thought "I didnt have to pee THAT bad... Oh my gosh! I think my water broke!! But I'm due February 12th? Oh Jesus!" I rush to my mom and tell her I think my water broke, call my doctor and started calling the father, my sisters, my father and my two best friends। Surprisingly, no one answers (it is only 2:50am on a Wednesday)..... One sister went to the inaguration & missed her flight from Wahington DC and had a 6am flight back home. The baby's father sleeps like a freakin rock & wouldnt answer. My friends had just got off work and were probably knocked out too. Everything was kind of calm, no pain, but I was a little worried my boyfriend wouldnt make it to the birth.

So I sat on the bed and the contractions started coming around 3:10am. With amniotic fluid still trickling out, slowly, they started getting stronger and closer. As my mother was going SO SLOWLY to get everything together to go to the hospital. I yelled for my mom to hurry up & what was she doing?? Putting on make-up in the bathroom!!!! I was beyond pissed off and waddled downstairs in horrible pain to go to the car. By now, my mom was running around like a damn fool saying "I thought u weren't having any contractions!" Well, they eventually come, duh!I I almost gave up calling Tyler and called him one more time before I gave up and he picked up! (yay!!) By then, the contractions were hurting like hell!

Riding in the car I was gripping the seat trying to cope with the pain. I finally got to the hospital. And guess what else happened. I Pre-registered to be admitted to the hospital quickly instead of taking forever filling out papers & what not. Tell me why this dumb lady was taking forever to get my the paper work to sign like she didnt see me about to die in the chair?! I should have sat on her desk & let all my water leak on her computer (it was still gushing out) She handed me the papers to sign (FINALLY) and I just wrote an "R-squiggle B-squiggle". I didnt even know what I was signing. They could have gave me a paper that said "You will give us your first born and 75% of your paychecks for the next 80 years" and I signed it!
Finally, after over an HOUR from when my water broke, I made it to the delivery room at about 4:15am. The urge to push was crazy & I thought I was about to push her out in the toilet when I went to pee & put on the gown. I layed on the bed t have my cervix checked & the nurse had to stop herself & said "Either I'm doing this wrong or I think you're fully dialated, honey." SAY WHAT?!
Another nurse checked me and she said "Yeah, you're about 9 and a half centimeters dialated। You need to push, like, now"
WHAT THE HELL?!
So I asked "Can I have an epidrual" She said "No, you're too far dialated, It wouldnt do any help।"
CRAP!!!! AND WORDS TOO UNFIT FOR BLOGGING!

So, I sucked up my disappointment and got ready to push। (Dang it) I pushed, and pushed, and it hurt like hell, and it hurt, and I pushed, and pushed and it hurt more than anything I have ever felt before।
At 5:05am, my little Mia popped out and took her first breath। At that point, I completely forgot about how much it hurt and just looked at how much hair this girl came out with!! Along with how beautiful she was even though she was covered in vernix। Through that CRAZY experience, I have learned that nothing always goes as planned। All of this and it was my first child. All of the nurses and my doctor were amazed at how quickly I dialated that they said I'll have to have a team of doctors waiting for me at my house with my next pregnancy.I said "With how much this one hurt, Im not sure if there will ever be another pregnancy!" (lol)Only about 1 hour 30 minutes of contractions and about 30 minutes of pushing resulted in my beautiful healthy little girl..... and about 20-30 stitches... yeah. A 4th degree perineal laceration.... it hurt... I dont think my vagina will ever be the same.....But I'm happy Mia is here with me even though she put me through hell and back...