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We had Marissa's birthday party on Saturday. A bunch of people came over and it was really fun...my baby will be one in one week! I can't believe a year went by this FAST. I've been so busy and with the new baby coming in only 12 weeks, I haven't really had time to breathe. Life is great, though. Can't complain. Scott and I are getting married in a month and six days...ayieee! Life is just moving too fast for me. But as I said, I can't complain.

Pictures from Marissa's birthdayCollapse )
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My baby is 11 months old today.

I don't know why I feel so depressed about this.

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:) A brief timeline of my breastfeeding experience with my daughter Marissa Hope, born 5 weeks early, 5 lbs 1 oz/19 inches, on July 10, 2005.

July 10, 2005: Marissa Hope is born at 11:35 PM. Though she has good color, is crying and breathing on her own, she is taken to the NICU for further examination. She is fed formula, as I am unable to pump a drop of anything. Upon awakening at around 1:45 PM on July 11th to find that my child is being formula fed, I am immediately upset and demand to see/nurse the baby. By 11:30 PM that evening, I was finally able to pump small amounts of milk.

July 12, 2005: Marissa is released from the NICU and we begin rooming-in. By this time, I am nursing Marissa on demand (every 2 hours).

July 14, 2005: We are released from the hospital and spend a few days at my best friend's house. Marissa continues to consistently nurse well.

August 10, 2005: Marissa is one month old! She is at 4 lbs, 15 oz at her 1-month appointment. Doctor suggests supplementing with formula, I refuse.

August 16, 2005: I return to work, pumping every two hours at work to keep supply up. Marissa is taking bottles at the babysitter and breastfeeding at home.

August 19, 2005: Marissa's due date.

October 24, 2005: Marissa weighs 7 lbs, .5 of an ounce at 3 months old, but is happy and in good spirits. Doctors test for Russell Silver Syndrome in searching for a cause for the low weight gain. Tests come back negative, eventually, and Marissa does start to catch up to her peers.

January 10, 2006: Six-month milestone! At her six-month checkup, Marissa weighs in at 10 pounds, 10 oz, finally doubling her birth weight. Pediatrician gives the OK to try solids. We hold off until she experiences a dip in nursing, caused by my pregnancy. However, at 9 months, she is still not taking regular solids.

(approximately) January 16, 2006: I get pregnant with my 3rd child, who I am now 14 weeks pregnant with. Within 7 days, Marissa's nursing becomes less frequent and solids are introduced (unsucsessfully). We continue to nurse.

March 10, 2006: Despite the drop in nursing, Marissa has gained to 14 pounds.

April 9, 2006: Tomorrow, Marissa will be 9 months old. On Friday, we had her 9 month appointment. She is at 14 pounds, 7 oz. Mommy's milk ees good for you! We hope to continue until at least 18 months, and will tandem nurse when the baby arrives in October.


x-posted to boob_nazis, boobie_bootcamp, breastfeeding and theprincesslily
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Dated: 5/5/05 (so almost one year ago)

My mother and I aren't on speaking terms.  My mother passed away in November 2005.
My ex-best friend is in love with my sister.  No, he isn't, and, as it happens, he never was. I'm engaged to him now.
I'm 24 weeks pregnant and now totally alone.  Marissa Hope is 9 months old and I am engaged to be married and pregnant with my 3rd child, due in October.

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Except this time I had a girl, and her name was Laura. I couldn't see her in this dream, but I tucked Marissa (or a kid who I assume is Marissa) into bed and then I went into another room and there was the baby. I picked the baby up and she was all wrapped in a blanket, and I took her outside. There were a bunch of people outside and they were all saying "Welcome! Welcome Laura!" and I was like..."Who the heck is Laura?" and then it clicked...ding...she's my kid.

It was a really weird dream.

Current Location:
my bedroom, Mt. Airy, Pennsylvania
Current Mood:
anxious anxious
Current Music:
Ryan Adams--Wild Flowers
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Your Song
Kiwi Maddog 20/20
Say Yes
Between the Bars
Independence Day
Fortunate Fool
Angel in The Snow
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Dancing where the stars go blue
Dancing where the evening fell
Dancing in your wooden shoes
In a wedding gown

Dancing out on seventh street
Dancing through the underground
Dancing little marionette
Are you happy now?

Where do you go when you're lonely?
Where do you go when you're blue?
Where do you go when you're lonely?
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue
Stars go blue
Stars go blue
Stars go blue

Laughing with your pretty mouth
Laughing with your broken eyes
Laughing with your lover's tongue
In a lullaby

Where do you go when you're lonely?
Where do you go when you're blue?
Where do you go when you're lonely?
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue
Stars go blue
Stars go blue
Stars go blue

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I am *so* tired and lazy today.

At 13 weeks pregnant, I am tired, lethargic, showing an abnormally large amount, and nauseous.

What I am supposed to be doing:

Planning my wedding

What I am doing:

Listening to "When The Stars Go Blue" by Ryan Adams on repeat

Reading Firefly fanfiction

Livejournalling

Craving the mushroom, onion, breadcrumb and carrot concoction that my fiance is making for dinner.

blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

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I'm now stressing out about the "period" I had on the 29th of January. Since my likely date of conception is January 25, it's possible that it was implantation bleeding...or something. Anyways, I'm due on October 18, so Marissa and the *cross-my-fingers-for-a-boy* baby will be 15 months apart.
 
The only reason I decided to take a pregnancy test was, of all things, because I had a dream last night. I dreamt I was giving birth, and when the baby was born, he sat up and told me his name. I'm keeping the name a secret, though, so don't even ask.
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