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    Why Your Second Pregnancy Is Different Than Your First

    Why Your Second Pregnancy Is Different Than Your First

    *Before we get started, let me apologize now for any misspelled words, grammar mistakes and unfinished thoughts. Pregnancy brain is in full swing. I wake up every day thinking its Monday*

    Once I knew I was ready to have another baby, I couldn't WAIT to be pregnant again. I wanted the bump. I wanted to feel the kicks. But more importantly, I wanted another child to love. Now that I am 22 weeks pregnant with baby #2, here's the scoop on what it's really like...

     

    IT'S NOTHING LIKE YOUR FIRST PREGNANCY

    Everything was a surprise the first time. Everything you experienced and felt was new. More importantly, you had NO idea what was to come...Ignorance is indeed bliss. 

    My first pregnancy was pretty easy going. I had your typical symptoms, cravings, mood swings, round ligament pain, decreased sex drive, etc. However, my skin was AMAZING. This time around, it's a nightmare. No amount of skin care products can fix this mess.

    Is it just me, or are you in more pain during your second pregnancy? Cause damn, my pelvis HURTS. Yes, it hurt the first time too. But I felt pain much earlier on this time around. My doctor said it is because our ligaments are already stretched out, so we feel things much earlier this time than with the first. So that's cool...

     

    YOU SOMETIMES FORGET YOU'RE PREGNANT

    Why? Because this time, you are chasing another child around. In my case, I have a two year old. She is constantly on the move. I'm so busy taking care of her, that sometimes I forget I'm pregnant till I feel a kick or a sharp pain. At least it's a reminder that I should probably sit down for a bit...

    Also, what's a bump date? Bumpies (aka selfies of your bump) are less frequent this time around. See above paragraph about wild toddler for details. 

     

    YOU ARE MORE EMOTIONAL THAN EVER BEFORE

    I tear up every. single. time. someone mentions my daughter no longer being an only child. The fact that we only have 120 days left of it being just her and I, it makes every second with her that much more special. 

    I worry she will be jealous, or angry at us for having another baby. I don't want her to think I love her less now that we are taking care of a child other than her. The thought of it tears me up inside. I want her to always know how much I love her, and how special she is. She is the one that made me a mother after all...okay let me stop before my keyboard short circuits from my tears.

     

    FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN

    What's it like being a mom of two? Asking for a friend...just kidding, I'm asking for me. 

    I have NO idea what it will be like having two little ones running around. I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it. I'm afraid of losing the little bit of sanity I have left. Will I ever sleep again? Will I be able to breastfeed like last time, or will I face challenges? Will labor be worse than last time? Will the delivery go smoothly? Will I end up with PPD? 

     

    At the end of the day, who knows if this will be the last pregnancy I ever experience. If so, I am soaking up every second of it, good and bad. And I am beyond grateful I get to bring another beautiful baby into the world. 

    To those that are currently pregnant, I wish you a smooth 9 months and and even smoother labor and delivery!

     

    -Kristin Blyth, owner + creator of Free the Mother®

    Should We Have Another Baby?

    Should We Have Another Baby?

    Since I can remember, I always wanted multiple children. Having one never seemed enough. My daughter is 18 months old. Lately, I've been asking myself [and my husband], "When should we have another baby?" Both of us are stumped. We want more kids, but when is the "right time?" I know, I know, there's no such thing. 

    I want to be pregnant, but I haven't lost all the baby weight from last time. I want my daughter to have a sibling, but I don't want her to think I love her less. I want another newborn, but I don't want to be sleep deprived. I want another child, but we haven't bought a house yet. If we wait too long, they'll be too far apart in age. If we get pregnant now, they may be too close in age--It's an ongoing battle in my head.

    Then I question everything, as a mother does: Is my body physically ready to give birth again? Is my mental state ready for the anxiety that you feel during pregnancy? Am I emotionally ready to give my heart to another little human? Do I even have anymore love to give? What if this time something goes wrong? Or what if I can't handle two kids at once? 

    I think when my head and my heart are on the same page, I'll know what to do. For now, I'm going to love on my little girl while she is my only little girl.

    -Kristin, owner + creator of Free the Mother

    When did YOU know it was the right time to have another baby? Let me know in the comments. 

     

    As Seen On TV...

    Have you ever found yourself watching a tv show and saying, “OMG that could never happen to me, you only see that on TV”... Well, early morning on January 9th, I was proved completely wrong...

    I’m going to go back a little to give you an idea how things got crazy so quick. On Monday morning, I went to my regular maternity check up, my doctor had already told me I had to go to the hospital that Wednesday night to get induced, which I was okay with because I was induced with my oldest because I had gestational diabetes. I got hooked to the machine for my NST like I had been doing every Monday for the last three weeks. I was having contractions but at this point I have been having them for like a week and they told me I wasn’t in labor yet. They also checked my cervix and I was 3 cm dilated and that instead of going to the hospital Wednesday night, I had to go in Thursday morning to start the Pitocin.

    So at this point, everything seemed normal and everything was set up for Thursday. I went on with my day. I went to bed at my regular time since I had to go to work the next day, it was going to be my last day before maternity leave. Around 12:18am I woke up with strong contractions, this is when things got CRAZY.

    I woke up my boyfriend and told him we needed to go to the hospital because the contractions were too close to each other and painful. I started to get ready and called my mom to let her know I was dropping off Evanna because we were going to the hospital. I started to get a bag and lunch bag ready for her so she could go to daycare later that day. Then, my boyfriend remembered he needed to get gas, so I told him to go while I finished packing. At this point contractions were getting even closer and stronger. I felt a big urge to go pee, so I go to the bathroom and realized I was bleeding a lot...BIG FREAK OUT MOMENT. I thought something bad had happened to the baby. I decided to get in the shower (socks and shirt still on so I wouldn’t make the bathroom look like a crime scene).

    By the time my boyfriend got back I could feel the baby pushing out. Poor thing was all freak out, he said “what are you doing we need to go” and I told him I couldn’t move and that the baby was coming and that he needed to call my mom and tell her to come get my little girl. At that moment, I got the biggest contraction yet and even though I tried to hold it, his head was out. I could feel his hair but I couldn’t see if his face and he wasn’t crying. I told my boyfriend to call 911. I was already in supermom mode, there was no stopping this and I was going to deliver my baby in the shower. Another big contraction came and I pushed as hard as I could instead of holding it like the last time. And there he was, I caught him with my hands and asked my boyfriend to get me some towels because I was all wet and freezing. At this point, the ambulance still hadn’t gotten to my house. My boyfriend was still on the phone with 911, the baby wasn’t crying yet and I wasn’t sure if he was breathing or not. I decided to try to clean his mouth and nose to make sure there was nothing preventing him from breathing. 911 told my boyfriend to lay him down flat to see if he would cry so I laid him down and he cried a little so that was a huge relief. They also told him to tie the umbilical cord with a shoe lace, which he did, the poor thing was all shaky. Then finally 911 responders came in and started the whole process to get us to the hospital.

    So this is my story on how I gave birth to a beautiful 8lbs 3oz baby boy all within an hour from when I started feeling my contractions. And now for sure I will think before I watch something crazy on TV and say this kind of things only happens on TV LOL.

    -Maryana Rois, @mary_jumbles

    Who Takes Care of Mom?

    The day my daughter was born, I let myself go. I know that sounds dramatic, but it's true. The second my doctor put my 8 pound baby on my chest, I unconsciously told myself I now come second. I won't eat until my daughter's food is ready. I won't shower until she's been bathed first. I won't work unless she's napping (I'm only able to write this because she finally went down for her second nap, praise Jesus). 

    Everything I do is for her. Everything I do NOT do is for her. I'm basically a slave to a one year old. And I'm totally cool with it, because I love her more than anything on the planet...here comes the big BUT...Who takes care of me? Who will put ME first?

    If you're a mom, I'm sure you've asked yourself that question before. Want to know the answer? YOU! You have to put yourself first. Have you ever asked your children, "Is it okay if mommy goes to the movies without you?" Of course you haven't, because you probably won't like the answer. We can't expect alone time to come to us, we have to MAKE the time. If you don't, you'll start to lose yourself. I know I did. I started to forget the old me. Who even was I? I started to believe my name was Mama, not Kristin. Man, I missed that girl. She was a cool chick.

    Remember when your baby was first born, and you forgot what the inside of a shower looked like? I'm kidding, kind of. Those first few weeks are brutal. Your hair is a mop. You have week old stains on your sweatpants. God only knows when the last time you shaved your legs was. If you got to sleep for more than 45 minutes it felt like winning the lottery. Now that your baby is sleeping through the night, and you pretty much have a routine down, why not spend some time focusing on yourself?

    Oh right, mom guilt. Mom guilt can suck it. Me and her are not friends. Don't let her get to you! She is not real! She doesn't have your best interest at heart. That's your responsibility. Want to have a "me" day? Let me tell you how.

    As the poetic Shia LaBeouf would say, "JUST DO IT!"

    Okay but for real, here's what you do:

    1. Get someone to watch your children.

    This is the hardest part, especially if you don't have family around. But a "me" day is about YOU, so if possible, get your spouse or partner to stay with the kids. They don't need to tag along.

    2. Relax.

    If you don't, you won't enjoy yourself. The baby is fine. Your kids are fine. This is your time to focus on YOU.

    3. Figure out what to do.

    Get a massage, get your nails done, get a tattoo, whatever floats your boat. The last "me day" I had, I got a pedicure and two new piercings. (Mom-life crisis, anyone?)

    If you don't want to spend money, you can do your own nails at home, do a face mask, take a bubble bath, read that book that's been sitting on your shelf, or even take a glorious nap. 

    Whatever you do, treat yourself with kindness and grace, because you deserve it!

    Comment on this blog post and tell me what plans you have for your next "me day!"

    -Kristin, owner + creator of Free the Mother

    xoxo

    Our Journey With Special Needs

    I feel as though my experience as a mother has been somewhat unique (at least I don’t meet many people in my circumstance). I had a fairly typical pregnancy. I had one pregnancy loss, but my doctor said that what I went through was fairly common, and I should have no reason not to try again. Even with the encouragement I was super nervous.
    I was finally feeling like I was in the homestretch of my pregnancy, and that everything was going smoothly, but around 36 weeks I started to feel a strange pulsating sensation in my lower back. It was not super painful, but it was uncomfortable, and I had a very bad feeling about it, so we decided to get it checked out at the hospital. As we were pulling in the driveway I felt a flush of fluid run down my leg. I thought that my water had broken, and started to get a little excited actually. I assumed I was just going into labor, and was nervous, but so excited to finally meet my little girl. I looked down, and the car was covered in blood. I had passed a blood clot to the placenta that caused a full placental abruption.
    We both came very close to losing our lives that night. I was stabilized after two blood, platelet, and plasma transfusions. My daughter was born without a heartbeat or breathing for nearly 20 minutes. After getting her somewhat stabilized she was put on life support, and a cooling blanket that put her in a hypothermic state for 72 hours to allow her brain a chance to rest. Upon coming off her cooling blanket she went into seizures, and there was a big question to if we would ever be bringing her home. She struggled to be weaned off of life support, and we did not even hear her first cry till she was nearly a month old. It was consistently the scariest time of my life. Coming home to an empty nursery every night was devastating.
         
    She eventually was transferred to Children’s NICU for her first surgery for a placement of a gastric feeding tube. She has coordination issues, so feeding in the typical sense is very difficult. She was then given the diagnosis of quad cerebral palsy in addition to original diagnosis of HIE (basically means brain damage caused by oxygen deprivation). I have always been a perfectionist, so having a special needs child is not something I felt like I was capable of handling. But, through this experience I have found people just adapt. Everyone has there own reality, and this is ours. Instead of bouncers and rattles, we have medical equipment and feeding pumps.
       
    As we are heading into the one year mark, her birthday is two days after Christmas, it is bittersweet. I’m so impressed by how far she has come, but it’s hard not being affected by other children reaching so many milestones she has yet to meet. Overall, I’m well aware of how lucky we are, and how much worse things could be, but I’d be lying if I said I’ve completely come to terms with things. I see her struggle so hard to do the most basic of things people take for granted. But, she continues to show progress with all of her therapies. It may be at a pace I’m not accustomed to, but this whole experience has also been a hard lesson in patience. They are not playing when they say inchstones and not milestones.
         
    She now smiles and interacts, has her favorite shows and toys, and her own unique personality. None of this seems like a big deal, but she was almost five months old before she even really made eye contact. I have become so codependent with her throughout all this. I’m so scared to leave her with anyone. I feel like we have been through so much together, that I am really the only one that truly understands her. I know this all sounds terribly depressing, but sometimes I feel like I have to express how far we have come, so people can understand how truly amazing she is. I’m not sure if parents of typical babies love this hard, I’m sure they do, but it’s hard for me to imagine anyone loving anything more than I love this little person.
    -Sarah Hayse, @sarahhaysek