Saturday, April 24, 2010

Some thoughts

A month has almost passed. I am surprised that time is flying by so quickly. Before I know it, I'll be heading back to work for the last time. I don't think that I can leave my baby for so long though. It's going to be hard. Even if it's for a few days of eight hour work, I don't want to leave him.

So I saw physical proof that I am to get out six months early. More than one way I am glad of it. I know that I can't raise a family and stay in the military. Not happening. I can barely go to the store to get food and what not to survive by myself, how am I to take care of my newborn child with my husband stationed so far away from me?

In another way I am a little bit sad. I know that for all the military is BS, I will still miss it. Not the treat you like children and act like your dirt, but the friends that I made and the experiences that I have acquired, that's what I am going to miss. I am who I am because I decided to join. It wasn't the military that changed me, but I do have to say that if it wasn't for me going in, I wouldn't have changed and I would've still been the same old me. God, was I pathetic?

I surprisingly got in touch with two old friends that I haven't heard from in awhile. And what's the most irratating is both of them, never meeting the other one, said the same exact thing. That it's surprising that I am a mom now and they could never see me being one. Wow. I guess I wasn't the poster child for a family right?

Then again I have been contimpilating a lot about the decisions I have made. Not, should I have done this, but what would have happened if I never did this type of deal. I can't even fathom it. But one million and one things could have happened instead and I wouldn't be here right now.

A couple of weeks ago this female that I used to work with back in Japan claimed that anyone who got pregnant on sea duty is irrisponsible. How can you say something like that? Life happens. She's the one that pointed out that women have been having babies a lot longer than the military even being around. I wonder what made her change her mind on her own views?

Do you believe that you can know someone and not really know them? I mean you can know them for years and years and not truly know who they are? I think so.

Well, this post is going on for sometime now. These are just some thoughts that I have been pondering...

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Bundle of Joy

March 26 2010 was the day that I became a mommy! I gave birth to a healthy baby boy who weighed 7 pounds and 3.8 ounces and is 21 inches long.

The 24 of March my husband came home on leave from Japan (finally.) We only had a day to be together before I ended up in the hospital. And it wasn't much because he just came off of a transcontinental flight and he slept most of the day when we came home.

That night I took my mother-in-law to Wal-Mart. My feet hurt so bad and I was tired. Plus my back started hurting. But I didn't think anything about it. I was nine months pregnant and my back hurt anyways. That reminds me, when Mike and I came home from the airport, I had to run out of my car because my back was killing my from sitting for too long. Little did I know that those two incidents were the triggers of my labor.

Chief gave me the next day off, I just had to call in to muster with him. Which was pretty cool because even though it is the same division, I work for Senior Chief, not Chief. But I wasn't going to point that out to him. He's pretty cool anyways. I remember every time I would open something up to eat it, he would come by and claim I ate to much. Really? 0.o

So I called in to muster and two hours later we were on our way to the hospital. My contractions actually started that night around one or so, I just didn't know it at the time. When we got there, I was only three centimeters dilated, so they made me walk around the hospital in total of four hours.

I was so nervous when it came time to push. Which was right around midnight or so. It took 26 minutes and Donald Ian Lawson made his entrance into the world.

But now I am alone again. I wish that I could go back in time. I would relive that night only because I would be with my husband again. I actually liked having company over. I even liked having my mother in law over. And she was kind of pissing me off before she visited. I cried a little when she left. Of course I couldn't cry in front of her because she's more emotional than me and I didn't want her to get all bummed.

I remember at the hospital they made us watch a shaking baby video. I can't believe that people can hurt their babies. Every time I look at my baby I get really sad. I can't even get mad at him. How can you kill your child? Or even hurt them a little bit? Espiscally when your child is an infant?