Lovegirl’s Debut

No, no, I haven’t ducked off to give birth and returned. Kelly suggested that we post our birth stories and I was game!  Of course, I forgot today was the day until I read S23.

I used to keep a pregnancy journal on another site. So I did a little copying and pasting, and here you have it. I wrote this on September 15, 2004 – one week after Lovegirl arrived. Although this birth story is pretty tame, if you’re at all squeamish – skip it!

Now that you’ve been properly warned . . . this is how Lovegirl made her debut:

Lovegirl was born on Wednesday, September 8, 2004 at 3:38 p.m. during what had to be one of the best labor/deliveries a girl could hope for. She weighed 8 pounds, 4 ounces and was 21 inches long.This is her birth story. It will probably get to be a little wordy, but I’ve got to make sure I get it all in. Enjoy.

We (Smoochy, my parents and I) arrived at the hospital for induction early Wednesday morning. Not exactly on time – but we made it. I think we were there around 5:40 as opposed to 5:30, but like my mother said – they couldn’t start without me!

I’d pre-registered, but still had to do a little paperwork and get various bracelets attached to my wrist. At about 6:15 a.m. we were in the labor room, I was given the oh-so-charming hospital gown, and we got the show on the road. I had an enema, and while it wasn’t the most pleasant experience of my young life, it wasn’t the horror that I’d been led to believe it would be. The nurse then made two attempts to start an IV in my left hand – those both blew, and the IV expert was called in. This lady got the IV started on the first try – on my right hand. Thank you God. Two bags were hung from the IV – pitocin and “volume.” My nurse’s name was Susie and she really was a dear – IV skills aside.

The doctor made it there at 7:45 or so, checked me, and told me that I was dilated to six! Six? I had not felt a thing. By then, I was on the monitor for contractions, and sure enough, I was having them regularly, they were strong, and I still felt nothing. As far as I was concerned, this labor stuff was not so bad. At 8:00, the pitocin drip was started and we waited.

Now, I’ve decided that all I can do is document my labor experience. I realize that labor, much like pregnancy, is different for each woman, and that what I experienced may or may not be all that common.

I felt nothing. Nothing at all. No pain, no discomfort, nada. In hindsight, as worried and reluctant as I was about being induced, I am now glad that I was. I probably would’ve gotten to 10, not felt a thing and delivered my baby girl in less than ideal surroundings.

So, the nurse is coming in regularly, and checking me and asking me if I want something for the pain. But, of course I don’t, because I don’t feel anything. I tell her that I’ll wait for the pain to start and then consider my pain relief options. By now, I’m around 8 cm and I remember looking at my mother and asking when the pains were going to start coming. I believe she called me a freak of nature!

At around 9 cm I started feeling discomfort – I still can’t describe the sensation as painful, because it wasn’t. I’d have Smoochy hold my hand, do some deep breathing, and then it was over. Next thing I knew, it was 3:15, the nurse told me that I was at 10, and that we were going to do a few practice pushes. The pushing didn’t come as naturally as I’d thought it would. Apparently I was using my stomach muscles and not the muscles one uses when having a BM. Not to mention the fact that she wanted me to curl up over my belly, hold my legs and push. What? Everything I’d seen on TV showed the lady using stirrups. I told her that the women on TV had stirrups, and I wanted stirrups too. Okay, not real smooth on my part, but hey – I got my stirrups. I pushed a few times and she told me to hold it. Next thing I know, the doctor is running in and getting ready for delivery. The whole thing was so surreal. I felt like I was an observer, and not a participant.

Anyhoo, I pushed for around 15 minutes, I heard a cry, the doctor said “it’s a girl,” and there you have it! Smoochy was awesome support during the whole thing. All I really required was a little hand holding and a totally quiet room. My parents basically dozed on the couch while I labored.

I was released from the hospital Friday afternoon, and since then we’ve pretty much been in the house. My mother is truly old school, and refuses to let me out before 6 weeks have passed. We took the baby in for her 2 day follow up on Sunday afternoon, she was a little jaundiced, and went back in today, where her bilirubin levels have dropped, but she’s still got some jaundice. Apparently, her levels are supposed to be 10 or below, today she was a little over 12. We’ve got her two week appointment next Wednesday, when I guess they’ll check her levels again. At her appointment today she weighed 8.11. My breast milk has most definitely come in, and she most definitely has the feeding thing under control.

So, there you are. We’ve got our baby girl, and couldn’t be more thrilled. Her first name (Lovegirl) is from the Kikuyu language (from Kenya I believe) and will probably be mispronounced for the rest of her life – sorry kid! It means “happy one.” Her middle name Simone is Hebrew and means “one who listens” – it is also from the singer Nina Simone whose work I enjoy. We’d been pondering a few different names, and just decided to see who we thought she might be when she arrived before deciding on a name.

Peace be with you and yours.

Other ladies sharing their birth stories are:


That Darn Lovegirl!

Lovegirl:  Mama?

Nerd Girl:  Yes?

Lovegirl:  The world would be so much better if more people looked like me.

Self esteem?  Check.  Humility?  Not so much.

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Lovegirl:  Mama, I need a band aid.

Nerd Girl:  For what?

Lovegirl:  I’ve got grape juice coming out of my knee.

Nerd Girl:  What?

Lovegirl:  Grape juice.  It’s coming out of my knee.  I need a band aid.

Nerd Girl:  Honey, that’s not grape juice, that’s blood.

Lovgirl:  Blood, grape juice, I am so confused.  At church they say you’re drinking the blood of Jesus.  Then you told me it wasn’t really blood, it was grape juice.  Then I tell you there’s grape juice coming out of my knee and you say it is blood.  I don’t know what y’all are talking about!

Note to self:  must figure out how to explain symbolism to 5 year old.

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I got the results of Lovegirl’s standardized testing back.  Overall, she did really well.  Apparently she listens on a 6th grade level.  Which my Mom says is impossible – she doesn’t stop talking long enough to listen – much less on a 6th grade level.  Ouch.  But true.  And…she scored below average in one area.  Life.  Yeah, life.  How the heck does a 5 year old score below average in life?!?  Is she on the playground smoking blunts, drinking 40s and talking about going to the club???  What does this even mean?  I give.

We’re #1!

Or #50, depending on the poll.  Yep, by “we” I mean Mississippi.  The local paper ran a story which detailed how Mississippi ranks worst for children’s well being.  That’s right – dead last.  High infant mortality, children living in poverty, single parent homes, high school dropouts….we’ve got ’em all.

Sometimes?  I think that my agreeing to live – and raise my child – in Mississippi was a big, big mistake.  I’m okay, for the most part, with being here.  Most of the time.  You see, I know that growing where you’re planted is the thing to do, but really?  I’m not entirely sure I’ve been planted in fertile soil.

There are a lot of wonderful things to be found in Mississippi.  The people I’ve met here are great.  I like the weather.  It’s beautiful and green.  The cost of living can’t be beat.  And the traffic?  Virtually nonexistent.

On the other hand, there’s rampant poverty, poor health seems to be par for the course, there’s not a whole lot to do, and we generally rank last in all things good and first in all things negative.

I know there’s good and bad everywhere and I pretty much subscribe to the notion that wherever you go, there you are.  But sometimes, I really think I’m cheating myself and my kid.  Smoochy is from here, so this is the norm for him and I’m not mad at his love for his home state.  I told him I’d move here and did and 99 95% of the time, I’m good.  I also know without fail that if he ever said we could leave, I’d be packed up and outta this joint before he finished his statement.  Actually, about a year ago he mentioned leaving but at the time I was like “whatever” and couldn’t really figure out where we’d go, so I didn’t pay him too much attention, and here we still are.

Reading that article made me think again about leaving.  Of course, I still don’t know where I’d go.  Maybe the Carolinas, somewhere in Texas, or the Pacific Northwest.

Do you like where you live?  Why?  Why not?  If you could relocate, where would you go?

Free At Last (Almost) Friday!!

  • To borrow a “phrase” from Pserendipity…..woot woot!  Tomorrow I take my law final and with the exception of a final report for my practicum – I AM DONE WITH SCHOOL!!!
  • Thanks for all your input on my little gimme girl.  I’m going to continue to roll with team “no ma’am” for the majority of her requests but will consider some of them around birthday/Christmas time.  Just to clarify – I’m not anti name brands, but I am anti name brands just for name brands sake. 
  • I AM DONE WITH SCHOOL!!!  Just in case you weren’t paying attention the first time…
  • I did pretty well with my “getting back right” goals for the week.  I didn’t quite make 20 push ups every day – but most days I got in at least 15.  Every other goal was met.  Next week I’m going to work on reducing the amount of sugar I consume in addition to continuing this week’s goals.
  • I can’t believe the summer is, for all intents and purposes, over.  Next week is Lovegirl’s last week of summer camp and school starts on the 9th.  Her schools supplies have been purchased – school clothes are a whole ‘nother story.  Operation no-naked-kindergartner goes into full effect next week.
  • How sad is it that I am mucho excited about the fact that a T.J. M.axx is opening up just down the street?!?!  And that I know it is opening on August 15th?
  • I’m so looking forward to being able to go back to Bible study on Wednesday nights.  I can definitely tell a difference in my attitude since I haven’t been able to attend because of school.
  • For a brief moment (or two) I considered re-enrolling Lovegirl in the World’s Best Little Christian School.  If I did that, she’d be in 1st grade instead of Kindergarten and then could start public school next year in the 2nd grade.  Of course, if I did re-enroll her, I’d likely be blogging from prison, ’cause I’d surely lose my mind and accidentally kill severly injure the crazy no-spelling director.  And I’m only 1/2 kidding. 
  • Speaking of Lovegirl – I am loving coconut oil on her hair!  It has made a world of difference in detangling and in retaining moisture.  Her hair is usually very dry, but the coconut oil has her hair full of sheen and much, much softer.  Love it!!  I used it as well, and wasn’t as wowed, but I think I’m going to continue to use it and see if makes a difference in softening up my hair.  I think I’ve mentioned before how very rough my dreads feel.  No me gusta.
  • Anyhoo, that’s it.  I need to get back to this oh-so-dull law review. 

Hope everybody has a great, safe weekend.  Peace, love, and soul! 

Nerd Girl, MPH, MA


Gimme Got Shot

So, Lovegirl has been in sports camp this summer.  She’s definitely enjoyed it, and I’m glad I made the decision to enroll her.  I’m still tripped out when I see/hear my little kid doing a cheer “I can slide and slide and do the butterfly.  I can dip and dip and shake my little hips…”  But that’s a matter for another day.

Today I’d like to discuss – and get feedback on – stuff.  Over the course of the last few days, my child has gone from being content playing with empty paper towel rolls and plastic straws to wanting every.darn.thing.  I exaggerate, but only slightly.  Mama can I have:  a pillow pet, a b.arbie, a PSP, a perm (yeah, that’s a whole ‘nother post too..), and the list goes on.

Lovegirl never even played with dolls and all of a sudden she wants a b.arbie.  What’s up with that?  So I asked her.  Oh, she wants one because two girls at camp have one.  And she want a PSP because so and so has one and somebody else told her she’d probably get one when she’s six.  She also wants a “tindo.”  I finally figured out she meant N.intendo.  She doesn’t even know what she’s asking for – she just wants it because the other kids have it.

I realize this is perfectly natural and follows us (sometimes to our own detriment) into adulthood.  But I’m still a little concerned at the sudden need to have what everybody else has – even if she doesn’t necessarily even want it.

My parents were usually like, yeah, no.  I do remember getting a few things I specifically asked for – though that happened very infrequently.  I credit their refusal with my not being caught up in a lot of “stuff” now.  Once I got past high school, I really didn’t care about brand name stuff, keeping up with the Jones’, etc.  Smoochy on the other hand is was way into brand names and stuff.  I still remember a huge disagreement we had when we were newly married – we were out shopping and he wanted a polo shirt.  So I went over to the polo shirts and started picking colors.  He looked at me like I was nuts and went over to the P.olo section and started picking up $70 shirts with little horses on them.  Oh hells naw.  I was like “Ralph L.auren doesn’t pay our bills are you crazy?”  And he was like “I can’t walk around wearing a generic shirt – everybody wears P.olo.”  Okay, bet.  Here’s $70.  Buy one shirt or three I don’t care.  11 years later, he’s pretty much come over to my side 🙂

Anyhoo, I’m rambling a bit….Have you dealt with this with your children?  How did you handle?  Do you remember going through this as a child?  How’d your parents deal?

Karate Kid

I need to sign Lovegirl up for karate lessons post-haste. 

We were in T.arget doing a little back-to-school shopping.  Made our selections, headed to the check out, the nice lady behind the counter rang us up, I paid.  All was well.  Until Lovegirl decides to speak to the cashier….

Lovegirl:  Excuse me, you have a funny looking face.  I’m sorry to tell you that, but I’m just being honest.

Nerd Girl:  Gasp!  Uh, excuse her ma’am.  Lovegirl, let’s go!

Nerd Girl:  Lovegirl!  Why would you tell her that?  That’s not nice.  That’s the face God gave her.  You can’t just say stuff like that to people.  You will hurt their feelings.  How would you feel if someone told you that you had a funny looking face?!?!

Lovegirl:  Well, I guess I’d just do like you tell me and not worry about it.



Y’all!  I’ve mentioned a few times about the poundage I’ve acquired over the last few months as school has taken over and exercise and healthy eating have taken a backseat.  Well, it is time for me to get back on track.  I took the stairs at work for the first time in a few weeks and I was panting – panting! – by the time I made it to my desk. Uh. Uh. No way!  So, even though I don’t plan on hitting the gym again until August, I’ve got to take some small steps to get myself ready to get right again.

So I’m setting a few small and attainable goals for this week.

This week I will:

Bring my lunch every day

Take the stairs every day

Not eat any fast food

Do a minimum of 20 pushups a day

Not only do I have to get right but I’ve got to keep Lovegirl on track to living a healthy life – I have to lead by example.  And lately?  I’ve been setting a piss poor example.

Gotta go – I’ve got a menu to plan, healthy groceries to buy and 20 pushups to get in!

Has anybody else re-evaluated their health/fitness plans?  What are you doing differently?  What have you found that works for you?