Friday, 30 January 2015

Mommy Wars....

This is Similac's new ad campaign. The sad part about it is that stuff like this happens all the time. Wither it is voiced like it shows in the video or if it is more internal or behind someones back. It makes me so sad. Being a mom is hard enough, with out having to worry about everyone else's opinions and I'm better than you.
Not every mom other there is in the same stage of life as you. There are teen moms, stay at home moms, working moms, mature moms, rich moms, poor moms, workout moms, 'lazy' moms, moms that got pregnant through rape, moms who got pregnant without even 'trying', moms who spent years on fertility treatments, moms who's only option was adoption, moms that only want one child, moms that want a dozen, moms of multiples, moms who had miscarriages, moms who lost a child... and the list goes on from there. What ever 'category/categorizes' you fall under the one thing in common is MOM! We are all moms. No matter how we got there, no matter the choices we make for our children.      
Though being a woman, sometimes it is so easy to find yourself judging other moms or thinking 'I wouldn't do that' or 'how could you name your child that?' For the most part I find myself thinking 'to each their own. They are just doing their best.' Though every once in a while I find myself thinking 'what was that mom thinking?' And it is in that moment that I feel horrible and make myself feel even worse.
Moms we need to encourage one another and build each other up. Even if you don't agree with their decision. This is such a new time in everybody's lives. Its a very emotional roller coaster ride. As well no mother starts out as an expert, it takes time to learn how to do things. We don't always get things right on the first try. We all make mistakes, so lets all stand together.
You see a mom that clearly hasn't had a shower in a day or two and from the bags under her eyes clearly hasn't slept a full 8 hours that week (let alone last night), don't walk up to her and tell her "you really shouldn't let your daughter eat those prepackaged baby food. You should make your own like I do. It's so much healthier for your kid and there are no chemicals in it." Instead tell her she is doing a good job. At least she is making sure her kid is getting food.
We have all been there, whether we want to admit it or not, we have been that mother secretly wondering if other are judging us, or if we are even doing it right. As long as we try our best, that is really all we can do, because nobody is perfect, not even you, not even me. We all make mistakes, so instead of pointing fingers and jumping up and down, why not give her a hug and tell her it will be ok. Encourage her, and give her some advice in a nice way. Say "You know what helped me when I was in a similar situation? ...." Or "I don't know if this is the right way, but what worked for us is..."          

Friday, 9 January 2015

Gender reveal!!!!

Yesterday we had our 20 week Ultrasound(I'm really 21 weeks, but all the same difference) and we found out we are having a BOY!
Being pregnant I am a mix of emotions. My main one being I AM EXCITED!!!!!! I am so excited. Baby boy looks healthy and perfect.......but then I am overwhelmed with the thought of what am I going to do with a boy? Does this mean that this is my last baby? because I don't know if I'm done. I want to see how I do with two kids before I decide if I'm finish. Though my husband said we are done after he found out it was a boy. He told me that if it was a girl he might have been open to having one more. I don't know. I feel sad. Yesterday I pulled out the small amount of boy clothes I have saved for baby boy and went through some of the baby girl clothes to pull out gender neutral clothes. It made me really sad. When I would pack up Hailey's clothes when she out grew them I felt okay with it all because I thought that I would be pulling them out one day for her sister and the clothes would get more use. Though the clothes did get a lot of use compared to some baby clothes.
What do I do with a boy? I am not a boy. With Hailey it's easy. We have tea parties and princess's. I know how to play with Hailey and what toys to tell Grandparent's to get her. BUT what do I tell them to get for a boy? I am so excited, but so nervous that I won't know what to do with a boy. My pregnant brain is just overwhelmed with emotions. It's not that I'm not excited because I am over the moon with excitement. It's that I am nervous of the unknown. A little scared of the change. Though when I was pregnant with Hailey I was super nervous, from the start. I think yesterday was just a crazy day because it became real, and especially when I unpacked all of baby boy's clothes. Oh life, you are a crazy one. Here are some ultrasound picture of baby boy. Can't wait to see his little face and kiss that sweet little nose.
Baby Boy's little face....look at that chin :D

side view of baby boy's head and rib cage


it's a boy!!!!! :D







Saturday, 3 January 2015

Baby Moser #2......Well Technically Baby Moser #3




Well I came home from my Canadian girls road trip. A week after I got home I told my husband I was ready to try again after my miscarriage. Little did I know at the time I was already pregnant. Good thing my heart was ready to start trying again. Well September 15, 2014 I took a pregnancy test....sure enough there was a +!!!!!!! I tried to wait till September 19th so I could tell Ryan on his birthday. but I couldn't do it... I told him.:) I was so excited......and incredibly nervous. I am sure I will be nervous until I have my new baby in my arms. I am now 20 weeks, less than a week till I have my ultrasound and find out if I am having a girl or boy.
And let me tell you....I want a girl......I want a boy. Everyone keeps asking me if I want a boy since I already have a girl. Well I am 100% excited for baby to be a......healthy baby. I am so excited either way. If it's a boy guess what....the 3rd bedroom upstairs is already painted blue. The house came with one pink bedroom and one blue bedroom. As well as our house number 218...Ryan's old racing number. That's how we knew it was the perfect house for us. If baby is a girl I already have all the baby girl clothes for her and she can share a room with Hailey when she gets a little bigger.
If baby is a boy Hailey will have a little brother, and Ryan will have a hunting buddy....in a few years. If baby is a girl Hailey will have a little sister to play princesses with. Ryan will have a house full of girls and he will be treated like the king of the castle. Either way I am 100% excited! With Hailey I was about 89% hoping for a girl. With this one I am 100% neutral. Which makes life so much easier because all the baby apps I am on the forums are filled with people talking about gender disappointment. Well it solves that problem. It probably also helps that not that it helps, that I had a miscarriage, because now I am just happy for a healthy baby. I am so excited for this new season in life.
<-our Facebook announcement

20 weeks pregnant->
 

<-about 10 weeks pregnant 









Life changes....

The last 6 months have been life changing. Back on June 5th I had a miscarriage. I lost my 9 week old baby. That was probably one of the hardest things I have ever gone through. If I didn't have my husband by my side and God, I don't know what I would have done. I was so excited for this baby, for this new life. To lose my baby was devastating. It took a while to get on with life. It's something I don't think I will ever 'get over,' but something I can get through.    
my lost baby- June 5, 2014

June 4th I woke up and had some light bleeding. I spent the day just relaxing in bed because I had my 9 week ultrasound the next morning. I woke up June 5th with a deathly, stabbing pain. My heart just fell because I knew what was happening. My daughter just looked at me as I was doubled over in pain. The bleeding had doubled. I didn't want to lose hope and figured I would figure out at my appointment what was up. 2 hours later I headed out to my doctors appointment. I had to sit throughout the nurse talk for an hour about how they work at this doctors office. I finally had my ultrasound. The ultrasound technician started the ultrasound and her face kind of dropped. I could tell by the picture of the bare uterus that I had lost my baby. I was devastated. I went home and just cried and put on gilmore girls and laid in bed with my daughter. My hopes for a second baby were dashed. Gone in a single instant. How would I go on?
My husband came home from work that night and we just hung out. Ryan told me "Nothing changed Emily, it's ok." And yeah nothing changed because my baby was not born. BUT something did change. I had already started praying for my baby. Dreaming about whether baby was a boy or girl. I personally believe baby was a boy. Telling Hailey all about being a big sister. Baby was mine, and that day I lost baby.
Just a week before I was in a room with other mothers and they were talking about miscarriages and how they had never had one and it's not a big deal and it doesn't really matter because there's nothing you can do about it. The day of my miscarriage that was all I could think about. These women who were talking were both pregnant. One really wanted their baby and the other just talked about how she never really wanted that baby. It was more just God's big joke. Hearing those words over and over in my head just made me angrier. God why would you take my baby when that lady didn't even want her's? I wanted my baby! I wanted that baby so bad. and the pain I went through from the miscarriage? Why? Why me? Well Why not me?
I felt betrayed by my own body. I felt like I was a horrible mother because I didn't save my own baby. I felt discouraged and devastated. I felt like I couldn't ever try again for another child because if it could happen once, why couldn't it happen again?  What was stopping my body from rejecting another child?    
They say you never get over a miscarriage, but you can get passed it. I am working towards that and hoping that one day my broken heart will be healed. For now I leave it in God's hands.