Penelope Rose Galan.. Birth Story

Unlike my son’s birth, Penelope’s was something we were ready for in the sense that we knew what date it would be and what to expect.

**No pregnancy is the same and this little baby girl sure did prove the truth in that.**

With both pregnancies I had no morning sickness, no nausea, and no pregnancy aches…. until Penelope started growing. This little girl had me swollen, gaining double what I did in my first pregnancy and overly exhausted! I was SO ready to give birth!

With Penny, I was going to have a repeat csection because of my first baby’s birth weight (almost 10lbs!!) and the complications that came with it. Doctors predicted her to be about the same size if not a half pound bigger. My original due date was June 27th, but they were going to deliver Penny a week earlier on the 20th.

To start off June was a VERY busy month for us! First Saturday of June was my baby shower( I know, so last minute but we wanted good weather!) Second Saturday was my birthday and the third Saturday…… Penny decided to make her entrance into the world. Yes…. this little girl had plans of her own and decided to come before any doctor made her. So out popped Penelope on June 16th,2018.

So, going back to Friday June 15th, we took our son Manny Jr to watch the Incredibles 2 movie- his first movie theatre experience and the last time we would have an outing as a family of 3. Again, all day I was fine, active and NO signs of labor, just the usual sluggish feeling ….until it was night time. I started feeling contractions at about 8:30 pm or so but I just thought they were Braxton Hicks and my body getting ready as my due date was approaching. I paid no mind to them, they were VERY light contractions that felt like light period cramps. I texted my boyfriend, “I’m having contractions” …. his response…” Penny better wait until the 20th I have two open houses tomorrow (meaning Saturday)”.I proceeded to put my son to sleep and lay down myself. My boyfriend got home and my cramps started getting a bit more intense. I don’t know why I thought it would just disappear if I fell asleep so I tried to sleep. At around 1:30 am I said ok I have to call my doctor because these contractions are 2-3 minutes apart and I’m suppose to have a csection! I called and was at the hospital within the next 15 minutes after leaving our son with my mom. I was hooked onto the machines, an IV and being monitored to see if maybe the IV fluids helped my contractions ease up- they told me it could be because I needed to hydrate more. Well, my contractions just got worse… I was dilated 4 cm and these contractions were coming 1-2 minutes apart- nothing I couldn’t handle right ? 😩 At all my appointments the prediction was that this baby girl would be at least 9.5 lbs at birth so I opted for the repeat csection. Even at my appointment for a growth scan I was told she was already almost 8lbs at 36 weeks! Since the baby and I were in good condition my doctor had to deliver another baby before going into surgery with me… so I had to wait another 30 minutes- no pain meds but extreme EXTREME pain! I even took this selfie pictured below 😂

My doctor FINALLY came in the room, and asked me if I was sure about the repeat csection. Uh yeah Doc,my first baby was almost 10lbs. and I had complications! At last my doctor told them to walk me to the operating room and prep me for surgery … my little girl was coming. The anesthesiologist gave me my spinal and what a relief, pain free. They laid be on the operating table and up went the drapes….the doctors and nurses getting ready and the pediatrician who was going to examine Penny at birth all entered the room. I was ready! Yep I felt it all again, the pulling the tugging and more pulling and tugging and then I heard the cry that made my boyfriend and I bawl yet again. Our sweet Penny Rose was born! They took her over to clean her up and weigh her…. my baby girl was only 7.12lbs ( average weight for a newborn) but to us she felt like the tiniest little baby. I mean hello, I did give birth to an almost 10 lbs baby the first time! Once I was told her birth weight my immediate reaction was You mean the doctors were wrong about her birth weight estimate and I could’ve pushed this little girl out! A little upset to say the least, but my little girl was finally here. I wasn’t able to kiss or hold my Penny girl until after they wheeled me into recovery.

I fell in love with a new little human and my life got that much better. It was immediately filled with infinite love times 2. I had my baby boy at home and my baby girl was now here to join us. I felt complete.

Not only was Penelope born that Saturday but Manny Jr also came to meet her. When I say I can’t even explain the feeling of them meeting I really can’t. My heart was going to explode, my eyes were full of tears and I could not stop smiling. Honestly, he was terrified and confused. Manny Jr didn’t understand what was going on. See, we spoke about this ever since I told him I had a baby in my belly but I don’t think he fully understood. He was scared to come near me and even scared of his baby sister. But when he finally got over his little fear, after tons of baby talk from mommy, he kissed his baby sister and did not want to leave us at the hospital again. Then came a whole bunch of more tears I couldn’t hold back, I was so sad that my baby boy had to leave us at the hospital. I was sad that he might think I was trading him for his sister and didn’t want to sleep with him at home. I was sad that I couldn’t pick him up and it would be 6 weeks of me not being able to pick him up. But my heart has never felt so full, so happy, so in love. I had my baby boy and my baby girl-my forever loves.

Here are some pictures of the moments I talk about on the above post. My best memories. 💞

Halloween Crafts from the Dollar Store

Halloween Crafts from the Dollar Store

So my toddler is beyond scared of anything Halloween related and that makes me so sad because like come on!!!! It’s Halloween !! 😩😅 Trying to get him over the scare has been a little bit of a hard time but I’d like to think we’ve come a long way. All October we’ve been doing some Halloween related crafts to get him more accustomed to the idea of Halloween.

** When we do arts and crafts I make my own crafts while he imitates what I do OR like most times, he does it his way. I like to encourage his imagination so I let his crafts be his. I’ll only help if he asks or I see that he really needs it. ( For example, if the whole tub of glue spills…. you know damn right mommy is stepping in!)

Sometimes we sit at his table and create our masterpieces but most time he really wanted to sit on the floor… so we did. I mean really, what are rules !? To try and makes the least bit of mess I place cardboard from diaper boxes on the floor and let him work on top of it.

This is his latest work of art. A pumpkin mask made out of a plastic plate! We used two pieces of pipe cleaners, one plate, scraps of black foam paper and glue. As you can see he did all the gluing and placing of the pieces himself! He was entertained with this mask for about 30 minutes afterwards pretending he was a scary pumpkin… Halloween spirit? I’ll take it !

This pumpkin and bat were made out of foam paper as well! They were precut into the shapes already so all he had to do was place the eyes, nose and mouth. He refused to give the bat a nose and mouth but it’s ok! He was so amazed that his bat could “fly” once we glued them onto the popsicle stick. He went around the house flying his bat into everything and everywhere.

Halloween inspired crafts have been our thing all of October! The best part is that all these craft material were from the DOLLAR STORE !! Dollar tree had it all, and we could not say no to $1 craft materials!

Try out these crafts with your little ones and tell me how they went! Please share any and every creative crafts that you think we should try before Halloween is here!

My Birth Story with Manny Jr.

My Birth Story with Manny Jr.

How could I ever forget? The pain, the exhaustion, the anxiety, the sweating, the pressure, the counting and pushing. I remember ALL of it.

For starters, my son was born on his due date, January 18th 2016. I remember two nights before I was feeling super huge, uncomfortable, barely being able to breathe and just flat out being tired of being pregnant. I wanted my baby and I wanted him fast!

On Friday January 15th the Doctor checked me. Everything was fine, with absolutely NO signs of labor he said, “We’ll wait about another week”. With my due date being the 18th I FREAKED OUT! Another week of being pregnant – omg I can’t! I had no labor symptoms…. none what so ever. Fast forward to Sunday the 17th. My whole family was over and we were singing karaoke. I was feeling tired, but something in me triggered me to do my hair and get pretty. I felt tightness in my belly all afternoon but I thought it was from laughing so much…….turns out that too is considered contractions. It wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable.

Right before my little cousin left my house, he took a look at my belly and said “Yeah you’re popping in two hours”. He was right!

It was a little past midnight, I was laying in bed, my boyfriend playing his video game when all of a sudden…..POP! MY WATER BROKE! I gasped when I heard and felt the pop, my boyfriend scared said ” what was that?” I got up from the bed and that’s when water literally gushed down my pants and legs! Oh My God… my boy was coming! Surprisingly I was very calm, but my boyfriend was freaking out! As soon as my water broke my contractions were 2-3 minutes apart. I thought, well my contractions are so close together this is gonna be fast. We grabbed my hospital bag and headed over to the hospital.

At the hospital I was admitted and hooked up to an IV and to all the other machines that monitor the baby during labor. They checked how much I was dilated…… only 2 cm😩 I was super against getting an epidural and wanted an all natural birth. It was what I planned for, what I so badly wanted. I lasted 9 hours without one until I was 5cm dilated. I was walking around through every contraction. I was exhausted already, I NEEDED relief. I was walking around , I was in the hot shower, I was bouncing on a yoga ball, I was really trying! The hot shower alleviated my pain for some time. I was suppose to go into the shower naked but I told my nurse and boyfriend ” Fuck it” and walked right in….. socks ,hospital gown and all. 😂 My freshly straightened hair was also ruined and I just didn’t care. Anything to help ease what felt like period cramps at pain level 1,000. As much pain as I was enduring I was surprisingly calm. I wasn’t screaming, I wasn’t yelling at the nurses…. yes I couldn’t stand my boyfriend but I was still calm.

At that point the pain was so real I said to the nurse, “Give me the epidural NOW!” They called in the anesthesiologist… as soon as he put the epidural in I felt NO PAIN! I was disappointed in myself for giving in. I felt like a failure- it wasn’t in my birthing plan. BUT I was able to rest and I needed it. Three hours later, at 12pm, the epidural couldn’t stop the pain anymore so the nurse checked to see how dilated I was and said “it’s time!” Thoughts in my head; OMG my son is gonna be here soon, freaking the fuck out!

The longest three hours of physical pain in my life happened next. I pushed with every contraction! I was calm, not screaming, just really calm. Breathing and pushing, breathing and pushing. I started to get a fever and I was SO TIRED. My heart and the baby’s was starting to become distressed so I was given an oxygen mask. The doctors were able to see my baby’s head with each push but he wouldn’t pass the birth canal. On the last minute of the third hour trying push my boy out I had three options; push for another hour, use the vacuum or c-section. I just wanted my baby fast so I said c-section. At this point I could no longer push with every contraction so I had to fight the urge to push. They had to prep me for the surgery and the anesthesiologist took what seemed FOREVER! ….2 minutes to be exact.

Having a C-section for me was never in the plans. I never wanted one. I felt like it was the easy way out. But I chose it because it was the right choice for my health and for my baby’s. And let me tell you all, it is far from the easy way out… but that’s another post!

My surgery went like this:

I was placed on the operating table, and the drape to cover my lower body was placed up right away. The anesthesiologist stood to the right of me, my boyfriend to the left and a nurse behind my head. I was freaking out. The anesthesiologist probed my stomach and legs with his hand to make sure I was numb…I was so it was time. I heard the Doctor and the nurses going over the surgery. First they gave my information and then they gave a detailed synopsis with all medical terms on how the surgery was going to be done. The doctor started cutting, I felt pulling and tugging and more pulling and pressure. As he was pulling my son out the doctor said, ” Woah baby. If I knew he was this big I never would have made you push those three hours” and then boom…. my baby boy started crying. Along with his cry, I was bawling and so was my boyfriend. In all our 5 years of being together it was the first time I EVER saw or heard him cry. My boyfriend gave me a kiss then walked over to the baby to cut his umbilical cord and watch as they weighed and cleaned our little Manny Jr off. A whopping 9 lbs 9oz and 21 1/2 inches long born at 3:43pm.

Our tears didn’t stop.

I saw my son and touched his sweet little face for a few seconds before he was taken to the NICU. I developed a fever during labor and they needed to take precaution. As they were closing me up it felt like my heart was going to explode. The pressure of them putting everything back in my stomach… more pulling…more tugging… all of it was giving me the MOST intense heartburn of my life. It was so intense i cried some more and felt like I was going to die. I was in the recovery room post surgery so I wasn’t able to hold my son until two hours after I gave birth….so of course my tears kept coming down. My boyfriend however was with him for those two hours, as were my parents and his parents.

I wanted to see and hold my son SO BAD. As soon as my two hours of recovery were up and my fever was gone, the amazing nurses wheeled my bed into the NICU and let me have my moment. I will NEVER forget the moment I first held him. MY SON, HE IS MINE. Instant tears down my face. I was numb to all the post c-section pain, I didn’t care who was in the room, it was just me and him and I fell in love. A feeling I never felt before. I was blessed, I was chosen to be his mommy and I was so happy, nervous, excited and scared. Overwhelmed with love, I couldn’t stop starring and he starred back. That moment is imbedded in my head and heart forever AND I’m so happy that my boyfriend caught it on camera too. 💞

Mommies to be, please always be prepared for whatever may happen. Each of us picture how the day we give birth will go, we read stories like mine and freak out. Don’t. Just know that you have been chosen to carry your baby, you will get through labor which ever way you chose and medically can. Like myself many moms don’t plan for a C-section, but it can happen for a number of reasons. Don’t think it’s you taking the easy way out because it’s not at all. No matter which way it’s done, you’re the one giving birth to your baby. Everyone’s story is unique.

Good luck momma and safe labor and delivery !