Tatum Maris, welcome to the world!

All swaddled up and ready for her first night of bed

My daughter, Tatum Maris Reed was born Tuesday, February 21st, 2012 at 12:46pm CST.  Weighing in at 7lbs4oz and 19.7 inches long, she came into the world at the Regional Medical Center of Memphis.

“In any moment of decision the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing.” ~ Theodore Roosevelt

Now that our location is no longer a secret….returning to Memphis for Tatum’s arrival is one of the very best decisions of my life.  Acting on the advice of my attorney, I made [strictly confidential] plans to leave California and arrange for a delivery in Tennessee.  Doing so was no small feat as I was high risk and confined to bed rest– yet my wonderful doctor on the coast worked with me every step of the way and provided clearance for the mode of transportation we decided on as a team.  To anyone who feels as though I deceived them by not being forthcoming regarding my plans– I’m truly sorry.  It was imperative that I stayed under the radar until our safe arrival back east.  Although I ask for your respect of my privacy during this time [meaning don't bombard me with your questions], let me clarify some crucial matters:  1)  I’ll be returning to Paso Robles in the middle of March.  2)  Temporarily leaving Adam to ensure Tatum’s safety was one of the most gut wrenching decisions I’ve ever made and it’s too upsetting for me to discuss, even with those closest to me.  3)  My apartment, Wanda, bills, and obligations in California have been handled throughout the duration of my absence. 

1 day old

I know my explanations are vague at best and most likely create more questions than answers….but I once again ask for your understanding that I’ve had to make some choices that are impossibly difficult and I simply cannot handle the agony of rehashing the details with all who are curious.

Two days prior to delivery severe abdominal and lower back pains left me paralyzed with agony.  Despite a gut feeling that neither of these were indicative of labor, I knew something was seriously wrong.  Upon my arrival in Labor & Delivery they confirmed that I was not in labor– zero dilation, no contractions, water unbroken, etc.– yet I am eternally grateful they went the extra mile and were determined to find the source of the problem.  Blood and urine tests [complete with a delightful catheter] revealed that I had a severe UTI with ‘significant’ bacteria in my kidneys.  Because of this, Tatum was considered high risk at birth, a distinction I’d already ‘earned’ with my anxiety and blood pressure.  It is nothing short of a miracle that I was able to see a high risk obstetrician at the MedPlex on 2/20– where they honored her previously scheduled birthday– and I gave birth the following day.

Maris picked me up the morning of my delivery and we headed to The Med for my 8am check-in time.  Ashley arrived shortly thereafter.  Due to the impeccable timing of morning shift change, the relief worker was unaware that I already had my visitor….so I spent the three hours [they were a wee bit behind] before my surgery with two of the most important people in my life.  Not only did they serve as a calming presence and manage to make me laugh despite the physical pain, they addressed the elephant in the room:  Adam’s absence.  We reminisced and told funny stories.  Both of them miss their nephew so much.  It was such a comfort to be around two of the people that know me– and Adam– best.  They have been an unwavering source of support.  I appreciate their love, compassion, honesty, insight, and friendship more than they’ll ever know.  My family’s separation is only temporary.

Isn't she adorable?

Shortly after noon I was wheeled into the operating room where I was given my epidural.  I cannot commend the anesthesiologists enough for their fantastic job.  Throughout the entire procedure I was comfortable and coherent.  Shortly before Tatum was actually removed, my blood pressure began to drop steadily….and they immediately injected epinephrine to stabilize me.  Unlike my previous epidural I remember every step of the process– Maris and I talked [she was my 'birthing support person and accompanied me throughout surgery] throughout– and I was able to touch my precious daughter as soon as she was born.

Seeing Tatum’s beautiful face for the first time caused the waterworks to flow.  I’ve never been much of the crying type– especially not when the tears are joyful– but I cried and cried.  My sweet little girl!  She was so healthy and perfect and now I could finally hold her.  It was completely overwhelming.  Any new parent could write a novel on the indescribable feeling when you come face to face with your child for the first time….but those are memories I’m filing away to cherish in the solitude of my own thoughts.

Although she had ingested some fluid, which is not uncommon for C-section deliveries, after some brief suctioning [I'm not sure of the clinical term] all was clear.  We were taken to the recovery area to bond.  Our nurse dimmed the lights and gave us privacy until it was time for Tatum to go to the nursery.  That’s when they discovered my blood loss.

Raquel and Reed meet Tatum

I’ll spare you all the gory details but suffice it to say I lost way too much blood after the surgery.  A second set of forms was quickly signed– a blood transfusion appeared imminent– and I began to seriously panic.  Although I was not supposed to have any visitors in the recovery area they allowed me to bring Ashley in, and later my dad when he arrived.  They tried to shield it from me but I could tell they were both extremely worried– my floor and bed looked like something out of CSI.  I started to feel as though I was fading out [not in a dramatic sort of way, more like being depleted of energy and getting woozy] and don’t recall much.  With my anxiety I knew better than to ask any questions.  I still don’t know exactly what happened, though I certainly plan to find out, or how it was resolved.  I do know that I received a very painful shot in my thigh and some medications.  Thankfully a blood transfusion wasn’t necessary.

Once the bleeding had ceased I finally went to my room.  My friend, Raquel [who is 31 weeks pregnant], arrived with her son, Reed.  They brought me Chik-Fil-A and lemonade– a yummy treat.  Dad arrived just as Tatum was wheeled in from the nursery.  I’m so glad Raquel and Reed came by….it was nice having a little boy there [on a humorous note-- Raquel's husband is named Adam so she's got an Adam and a Reed in her family too] and it reminded me how excited I was to see my son interact with his sister.  As we oohed and ahed over Tatum, Adam called.  He told me how much he loved me and Tatum, that he had seen the picture of the two of us after surgery, and said he missed me.  Then he said that he knew I was at the ‘special baby hospital’ but he really wanted to meet Tatum– when could I come bring him home so he could meet Tatum?  I lost it.  In front of Raquel and my dad I started sobbing and had to get off the phone.  One can only pretend for so long their family isn’t destroyed.

Tatum, you are my saving grace.  I love you so much.  You are SAFE.  Nobody will take you like they took Adam.  You are surrounded by people who love you and will protect you.  Mommy needs to keep fighting for brother and then the three of us will be together.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Hospital videos

The last video footage you’ll ever see of a pregnant Sloane.

P.S.  We could not help but laugh at my enormous gown draped in all of the wrong places.  I gained 15lbs, not 1500.

Tatum was a movie star only a few hours after leaving the womb!  Isn’t she beautiful?  Adam watched this before I posted it on here and was ecstatic to see his sweet sister.  Suffice it to say my camera will never have an off day from this point forward.

I’m sure there will be countless feeding videos later but it wasn’t happening this morning.  She’s so darn cute though I couldn’t help but keep filming her.

The sole purpose of these videos is to document the life of my little family while providing my children a lasting keepsake of memories….and a way for Adam and Tatum to know each other during this interim period of separation. With that being said, I’m not expecting anyone except my relatives and closest friends to be overly enthused about my YouTube endeavors, although I know some people have really enjoyed them.  So please let me know if you have any story suggestions as I am officially taking requests.  ;)

3 years ago today.  * R. i. P. *  Sean. 

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Only a few more hours…

Posing by the azaleas in our driveway - Easter '09

My chauffeur will arrive in two and a half hours to take me to the hospital.  I’ve been up for over an hour now.  The realization that I wouldn’t be able fall asleep again frustrated me….until it became apparent just how much I needed this quiet time for myself.  Tears stream down my face as I write this and I’m allowing myself to cry.  This little slice of early morning is my mourning before I have to pull myself together.  Soon enough I have to focus only on the joyous mother role and step outside like absolutely nothing is wrong.

Except something is very wrong.

I should be introducing Adam to his sister at the hospital, not staring at the photo shrine I’m bringing with me in his absence.  What a terrible choice to be faced with:  do I ‘sacrifice’ one child to save another?  Towards the end of January I knew I had no other option.  Being commended on my progress told that my son would come home before his sister’s arrival….only to have that light snuffed out so cruelly….jolted me back to reality.  As my attorney [and virtually everyone else with common sense] said, the net was being widened for Tatum, plain and simple.  My daughter will not be placed in harm’s way nor will she ever be a victim of this grotesque system– she is protected.  But soon enough I shall resume the uphill battle in dangerous territory to fight for Adam.  I’m bawling now at the thought of how both of my children’s lives have been so severely impacted.

I pray that God is merciful and ends this nightmare before Tatum remembers much of it.

Adam and Gigi at Wilson's first birthday party, 1/10

Right before his bedtime last night Adam gave me a call to inquire about the big news Auntie spoke of earlier in the evening.  His kind, gentle soul is so understanding.  He knows that Tatum has to be born in a ‘special baby hospital’ so she will be safe and happy.  God only knows what’s going through his overburdened head, but he assures me that he wants the best for sister.  I reminded him that his sister would be born tomorrow.  To which he said:  “Whoa!  Where does she come from?”  In the past I told him babies fly out of a Mommy’s belly button [Although I believe in being as honest as possible with children at an age-appropriate level, he repeats everything, and I wasn't ready with a dazzling answer] so that’s what I said.  “How does that work?” he asked, skeptically.  When I told him my belly button opens up and out comes sister flying really fast he cackled like a maniac.  “That’s really funny,” he said.  “Flying sister.”  Hearing him tell me that he loved me ‘with all his heart,’ that he missed me, and that he was ‘super excited’ to be a big brother….

Adam, I know you sometimes look at this blog to see the pictures.  I hope that when you view the images here you remember how many people love you.  Things have been so terrible for your little self these past few months and there is so little you understand.  Please remember that there are people fighting for you around the clock.  Remember where you come from, the wonderful childhood you’ve had, your family near and far.  It will take tremendous effort but we will get things back to a state of normalcy for you.  That I promise.

I love you, sweet boy.  My heart breaks knowing you can’t be with me today.  It makes me so angry and sad to think of how we’ve been robbed.  When you get home from school you’ll be able to ‘meet’ your precious little sister….on Mommy’s YouTube account.

Somebody has an awesome GRRR face.

From the very beginning of this ordeal, I refused to pity myself.  The emotional roller coaster I felt was something I tried to translate into the toll this was taking on Adam, my pregnancy, and the future of our family….and even then I tried to channel that negativity into something productive.  Yet for the first time several days ago I couldn’t help but wonder if there was any rest for the weary.

My caseworker informed me that my presence was required at a newly– magically!– scheduled hearing taking place tomorrow.  What can you do but laugh?  Out of the kindness of their hearts I’m being allowed to phone in as opposed to actually appear.  It goes without saying that the topic of this hearing is nothing that has to be discussed tomorrow nor is it anything that a signed letter faxed on my behalf can’t solve.  But that would just be too easy to let me give birth in peace.  So I eagerly anticipate having my cell phone ring in the hospital sometime tomorrow afternoon between 1:30-3:00 Pacific Standard Time.  I’m so glad we clarified that–  California’s scheduling as opposed to the local time here in Bora Bora where I’m enjoying my leisurely vacation.

Nobody will rain on my parade.  It’s mind over matter.  I’ve made the conscious decision not to let anything affect me today– I don’t mind– and nothing else matters.  My focus today is bringing Tatum into this world. 

 

Tatum arrives TODAY!!  <3

 

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

T-16 hours!

The very last ultrasound image before Tatum becomes a photograph. <3

It’s been a….chaotic….pregnancy to say the least.  Meeting my daughter seemed such an abstract concept.  Would it ever happen?  Her constant movements ensure that I never forget she’s in there– ready to meet Mommy and brother and everyone else– but so much has happened during these past nine months it has been quite difficult to focus on the joy within my womb.

Tomorrow morning at 6am PST I’ll arrive in the Labor & Delivery unit for my scheduled C-section taking place shortly thereafter.  You already know I’m bringing my laptop with me.  ;)

Despite the insurance difficulties, I will be giving birth at the hospital of my choice.  To protect the privacy of my  little family I’m not revealing the name of the facility.  Nor will they be able to disclose to anyone if I am there.  I look forward to giving birth in peace.

God is so good.

Tatum arrives tomorrow!  <3

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Epidurals and Caesarians, oh my!

Something tells me he'd still be crying even if he wasn't born in a sterile, clinical, operating room ;)

With every passing week my Gmail account becomes inundated with pregnancy mail ['The Daily Kick,'  'Ages & Stages,'  'What To Expect- Week X,' etc.] and I always enjoy reading these frequent messages.  It reminds me how excited I am to be a mother again.  Bonus points for giving me knowledge and reminders about parenting.  Today one of the pieces centered around the following article:  “Au Natural:  Nine Ways to Manage Labor Without Drugs.” 

Let me preface this by saying I wholeheartedly support every woman’s right to make decisions about her reproductive health.  I respect their unique choices in issues such as the birthing process, breastfeeding, and co-sleeping.  A woman should be entitled follow the course of action most suitable for her and her child without judgement and interference from the rest of us.  All I can do is share my opinions and the things that work for me…with a hearty dose of humor.

Understanding that you have options with your labor and delivery is crucial.  The article discusses home births, alternatives to pain medication, and many other important factors to consider.  I appreciate the information they provide as it is important to know that “there are many alternatives to the flat-on-your-back hospital scene.”  Most OB/GYN’s focus on a medical approach to pregnancy culminating with a hospital birth so some women may not be fully aware that other methods exist.

The Setting

Apologies in advance for anyone I may offend with this statement:  I think it is foolish and risky to give birth anywhere but a hospital.  I certainly understand the reasons for wanting to be surrounded by the familiar comfort and intimacy associated with your own home….but I’m not willing to compromise my child’s health by delivering outside of a medical setting.  It’s impossible to foresee complications.  You don’t want your birthing team frantically scrambling to call an ambulance or wasting precious time determining the best place to transport you.  God forbid, if things were to take a turn for the worse, could mother and baby’s health suffer because of something that would have been manageable in the appropriate setting?

It is because of the miracles of modern medicine that I'm able to enjoy this time with my son after a major surgical procedure.

Never in a million years did I think I’d have anything but a complication-free labor.  I was twenty two years old and as healthy as a horse.  While I had a gut feeling that Adam would arrive via C-section, my reasoning for this was the innate knowledge that I would not be able to dilate sufficiently.  However, I did not view that as a complication.  Instead I figured that the doctor would realize labor just wasn’t happening and we’d move to Plan B.  Lo and behold I had barely progressed more 20 hours into labor– yet when my blood pressure dropped to dangerously low levels– that’s when I was whisked away to the operating room.

Thank you, Baptist Women’s Hospital!  While I cannot imagine a nobler sacrifice than making your grand exit so your child can make their grand entrance….isn’t it better all around if both parties live to tell about it?

I’m seriously at a loss as to how we maintained a sustainable population prior to hospital births becoming the acceptable norm– and especially before epidurals skyrocketed in the 1980′s.  How anyone survived childbirth is beyond me.  The very fact that women weren’t dropping like flies is enough proof that miracles do exist.

The delivery method

Few things irk me more than a woman touting ‘natural’ birth– as if you’re doing something abnormal and artificial if you have a C-section.  Certainly the advantages of a vaginal birth are many.  Doctors consider this sort of delivery as the optimal outcome and with good reason.  However, neither method is without risk and the possibility of complication[s].  No matter how it happens….it’s dangerous being born!  Most in the ‘natural’ school are overwhelmingly sympathetic once they realize a legitimate medical emergency served as the catalyst for my C-section with Adam and the fact that my doctor strongly advised against a VBAC with Tatum.  Yet a few still express their dismay that we missed out on precious ‘bonding time’ as I recovered from being gutted like a fish.  Really?  As agonizing as it would be, I’d go a month without holding my son if I knew that doing so would keep him healthy and safe.  And, uh, in terms of my health….had I kicked the bucket prior to meeting him [which very well could have happened had I not been taken into surgery], I doubt I’d be bonding with anyone except JC, so I can handle the fact that I wasn’t the first person to hold him outside of the operating room.

Adam's first snow....he seems to have recovered nicely from all that birthing business.

The epidural

Unless you are some sort of Amazonian who thrives on ungodly amounts of pain, I’m assuming that most women who skip the epidural do so because of potential side effects for the baby.  You should always do your research and be cognizant of the fact that what you do while pregnant can very much affect your child.  I consulted with multiple doctors, looked on the internet, spoke with other parents….and decided that an epidural was indeed safe to use.

According to American Pregnancy’s article on Epidural Anesthesia, here’s how the epidural can effect the baby:  “As stated above, research on the effects of epidurals on newborn health is somewhat ambiguous and many factors may be contributing to newborn health at the time of birth. How much of an effect these medications will have is difficult to judge and could vary based on dosage, how long labor continues and individual babies. Dosages and medications vary, so concrete information from research is lacking. Studies reveal that some babies may initially have trouble “latching on” among other difficulties with breastfeeding. While in utero, they may become lethargic and have trouble getting into position for delivery. These medications have been known to cause respiratory depression, and decreased fetal heart rate in newborns. Though the medication may not harm the baby, the baby may experience subtle effects like those mentioned above. “

I will never regret my decision to have an epidural.  In fact, the prospect of my second birth is infinitely easier because of it.  Of course I know what to expect because I’ve done it once before– but I also know that just when I cannot take another second of the agonizing pain it will subside– and I will be both coherent and out of my misery.  Although there is a definite pain relief component to the epidural I wasn’t so out of sorts that I was talking about a moon colony or anything drastic like that.

The use of additional pain relief

Suggestions in the ‘Au Natural’ article for pain relief alternatives include acupuncture, yoga, Lamaze, and hypnotizing yourself.  That’s fantastic…..if you’ve twisted your ankle.  Perhaps I comprise a tiny minority here, but am I the only one who was in excruciating pain once I started having contractions?

I remember we were talking about babies right before I made this picture because we'd read 'Baby Faces.' =)

Removing my wisdom teeth.  Not good.  Averaging a thrice yearly serious injury to the gimpy knee?  Bad.  The infamous kidney infection in ’05 from drinking contaminated water in the British Virgin Islands?  Very bad.  Never in my life have I broken a bone, had a serious injury, gotten a deep wound, been through surgery, etc.  With the exception of gimpy I’ve been very blessed in the sense that life hasn’t been physically painful for me.  Which is probably for the best….I already zero pain tolerance as is.  People are bowled over when they realize that girl who is practically in tears because she stubbed her toe has had thousands of tiny needles stab her repeatedly for her tattoos.  Yes tattoos plural.

So when those first waves of contractions hit me….four letter words were flying out of my mouth.  I’m surprised there was even room in my mouth because it was so bloody from my gums– in my agony I’d been grinding my teeth.  !@#$%^&*()-.  That’s a euphemism.  The worst agony of my life.  Unbearable.  No words.

Yet I always knew one day there would be a round two.  ;)

I never expected giving birth to be pleasant or devoid of pain.  That’s completely unrealistic.  I can’t speak as to how it feels to push a baby out of an impossibly narrow birthing canal– though I can’t imagine that’s a walk in the park either– but a C-section is a major surgery.  You have no idea how much you use those core muscles in your lower abdomen until they are paralyzed.  What they don’t tell you about a C-section is the impossibly slow recovery.  Oh, I knew I’d be ‘recovering’ for 4-6 weeks but I thought that meant ‘take it easy.’  As in I won’t resume my rugby career anytime in the immediate future.  I could barely even hold Adam [and when that happened he had to be handed to me in a way that I didn't have to move my arms or shoulders], much less get up and run to him if he fussed.  Luckily I had assistance in the form of Will and my parents but the recovery was grueling.

Don’t take prescription narcotics if you don’t need them.  But don’t be ashamed if you do need them, because for many [myself included] that pill can be the difference between lying in bed moaning and actively caring for your newborn without relying on a third party to fetch you this or that.  However, it is imperative that you consult with your doctor about breastfeeding plans before you take any sort of medication.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Three days

Tomorrow will move at such a sluggish pace….the hours will crawl by until Monday morning, my last doctor’s appointment prior to the C-section.  At least I hope it’s my last.  My initial doctor in Memphis scheduled my surgery for 2/21 and CHC in California honored that.  For those of you who don’t know– I’m having serious difficulties with my insurance and the hospital of my choice– and it is only recently these problems became an obstacle.

Tatum is 40 weeks on 2/28 so the elective C-section originally scheduled would be done at 39 weeks [babies are considered full term at 37 weeks], as is the optimal time for an elective C-section, provided there are no complications.  Dangers of passing your due date:  “Post-date pregnancies are associated with an increased risk for umbilical cord compression, fetal distress, meconium aspiration, as well as newborn complications, such as hypoglycemia and seizures (Pregnancy & Baby).”  Even if Tatum does not arrive on her previously scheduled birthday [that sounds so strange], I’m hopeful that the doctors will understand how imperative it is that I go into surgery on or before the end of February, and any lingering insurance issues can be resolved.

3 days until Tatum’s arrival.  <3

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Truth

It brings great happiness to my heart knowing that Grayson got to spend several hours with his parents, siblings, and tons of people who love him.  I saw the pictures and he was adorable– complete with chunky legs– and he even opened an eye to look at his Mommy!  He went peacefully this evening.  Please continue to keep the Walkers in your thoughts and prayers as they mourn their son.

All of my energy went to this amazing family today.  Medical updates, legal issues, and CPS can wait until tomorrow.  And they will.

Congratulations to Kristina and the birth of her son, Andrew!  A day of immense sorrow for one family can be the day of profound joy for another.  Such is the nature of life.  I’ll be sure to post a photo and additional updates as I receive them.  =)

The only plans I have tonight are watching the Teen Mom 2 finale, eating cheese tortellini, perhaps calling a friend, and doing some outlines for JiLTED.  Tatum still moves constantly but I can tell she’s getting squished.  Thankfully the rib pain seems to have subsided.  My next doctor’s appointment is in five days.  I am so thankful for Ensure, prenatal vitamins, and clean drinking water to help me throughout my pregnancy.

 

6 days until Tatum’s arrival.  <3

 

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

39 weeks

Week 39's imagery

Baby: Your baby is about 21.5 inches long from head to toe and weighs a little more than 7 pounds. Toenails and fingernails have grown to tips of toes and fingers. Muscles of your baby’s arms and legs are strong [That's probably the understatement of the century. Had I not found a position that keeps her from kicking less (though still moving frequently) I guarantee some of those bruised ribs would be broken] and he’s practicing lung movements. Baby’s head has dropped into the mother’s pelvis if he’s head-down, which allows you to breathe a little easier [I'd rather have the difficulty breathing than the excruciating pelvic pain].

Mom-to-be: You’re probably feeling quite large and uncomfortable. Your uterus has filled your pelvis and most of your abdomen, pushing everything else out of the way. Your center of gravity has shifted, so you may be clumsier than usual [for sure...luckily it's only gotten bad in these past few days and I only have to leave my apartment for doctor's appointments].

Tip of the Week: Watch for signs of labor, but don’t get too obsessed [a pointless endeavor because, like Adam, Tatum won't come until she's induced-- I know my body]. It could happen soon or still be weeks away. Some differences between false labor and contractions: False labor pains usually concentrate in the lower abdomen and groin, while true labor pains may start in the lower back and may spread through the entire abdomen [Because I never had any contractions with Adam until they induced me I had several 'false alarms' with Tatum, luckily those contractions were caused by stress  and not a sign of premature labor]. Real labor also becomes stronger and more powerful as time passes.

One week until Tatum arrives.  <3

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Sunday afternoon

Maybe if your password is so blatantly obvious it will throw people off!

  • Crib – check
  • Travel system [car seat + stroller] – check
  • Battery operated swing – check
  • Portable bouncer seat – check
  • Bottles – check
  • Formula – check
  • Bibs – check
  • Diapers – check
  • Wipes – check
  • Changing table – check
  • Clothes – check
  • Dreft – check
  • Baby toiletries – check
  • Blankets – check
  • Cuddly animals – check
  • Infant toys – check
  • Books – check
  • Soothing music – check
  • Baby Einstein DVD’s – check
  • Sling for Mommy – check
  • Monitors – check
  • Pack ‘N’ Play system – check

The only two things I’m missing are a bassinet [my friend who works at Target is picking it up for me] and a baby tub [currently being shipped from Memphis].  Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who gave me surplus baby goodies and other gifts.  I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.  Please don’t think I’ve lost my manners– I’m holding off on thank you notes until Tatum arrives so I can actually enclose a picture of her with and/or wearing your item[s].  =)

Though my pregnancy has been robbed from me, nobody will ruin Tatum’s birth.  For so long her impending arrival has been the light at the end of the tunnel.  Much to my dismay, holding her in my arms won’t get me out of the tunnel….but at least I’ll be bathed in light and can see the exit.  I can’t wait to meet my precious baby girl.  Soon enough we’ll all be together.  Within a matter of days this blog will take on a considerably happier, lighter tone.

Having spent the past few years as an internet presence, I’ve been in blogging game long enough to understand that certain topics [such as Whitney Houston] quadruple your traffic.  This is not something I’d exploit nor would I be so crass as to think that a breaking news item is ‘good for business’ but I think it’s so interesting to observe all the international hits since my post last night about the loss of a legend.  Most of the new traffic comes from Asia:  China, Indonesia, Malaysia, and Lao People’s Democratic Republic.  I’ve also received a new follower from Greece and encourage you all to read his story.

Wish me luck, everyone.  I discovered an incredible publication last night that resonates with me personally…and they are looking for writers.  Tonight’s project involves filling out my application, answering questions, and gathering samples of my work.  I’ll reveal the name of the magazine after everything is submitted.  Of course this is only a freelance opportunity– something I’d do in my ‘spare time’– but I’m hoping and praying they’ll accept me.  Fingers crossed.

#FirstWorldProblems

Speaking of magazines, from now until Tatum’s arrival I’m going to be working constantly on JiLTED.  A burden will be lifted from my shoulders if my only responsibilities involve editing and nagging our writers to do their thing as we approach the March 24th deadline.  If you still haven’t called/emailed to discuss your contributions for the debut issue now is the time.  I’m especially looking forward to what people have to say regarding politics.  You know you have something to say about politics.

Hey Melissa Calvert!  I’m calling you out publicly here.   Don’t forget to be working on the logo, m’lady.  Please and thank you.  ;)

I’m going to eat the delicious matzo ball soup I made for dinner, take a bubble bath, and get in my pajamas to read a bedtime story for Adam on YouTube.  Bonus points for the fact that I just caught the opening performance on the Grammy Awards from the beautiful and insanely talented Bruno Mars.  More blogs to come later tonight.

9 days until Tatum’s arrival.  <3

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Push presents

“Have you heard of the new tradition of giving a ‘push present’ after birth? Some dads reward their spouse’s hard work with a special new-mommy gift. Interested? Drop hints for something with baby’s initials or a birthstone in it. And consider getting something nice for the new daddy, too!” – The Daily Kick  (2/7/12)

The 'push present' of my dreams

Every woman deserves somebody who will get her a push present.  These email updates constantly refer to ‘spouses’ and ‘daddy’– and in many cases [though not for me personally] it is a nice thought to know that the father of your child appreciates your grueling labor.  However, the person who bestows the gift can be anyone who has been involved with your pregnancy and/or cares deeply about your family.

Can you take a guess what I want for my push present?

I am so blessed in the sense that I have a million push presents lined up from relatives and friends.  As I’ve constantly said throughout this ordeal, I have never been alone and there are so many people supporting my family and me.  For them I am so very grateful.  Please don’t think the following paragraph is some sort of subtle suggestion that I’m fishing for presents or assistance because trust me when I say plenty.  I’m just trying to help the other Mommies out by giving you advice that worked for me.

Don’t feel as though you have gift a new mama with an extravagant purchase or something that breaks the bank.  You don’t even have to spend a dime.  Coupons [such as cooking, house cleaning, help with the baby, etc.] are perfect.  As much as I wanted to buy a spa day for my best friend after her birth, I simply couldn’t afford it, so I gave her a book of homemade coupons.  Maybe it wasn’t the shiatsu massage and European facial I’d envisioned for her…..but it helped her tremendously.  Or offer to help ‘style’ Mommy and baby each month for a photo and at the end of the year assemble a collage.  Be the coordinator for all those wanting to help so she can focus on bonding with her newborn instead of frantically trying to arrange a calendar.  The possibilities are endless.

 

12 days until Tatum arrives.  <3

 

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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