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3/17/2020

Top 10 Work from Home Tips during COVID - 19

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"Dear loyal associate, due to the increased advisory for social distancing during this global pandemic, we are asking that all possible staff work from home."

I work in the IT department for a psychiatric facility. We were first to get booted!

WeeK 1- We are keeping our anxiety low, washing our hands and graciously keeping paychecks coming...let's do this!!
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Tips to manage your days working from home: 

1. Wake up extra early and exercise outside.
  • Fresh air is the only remedy for cabin fever. 
  • Before the email grind & Webex calls - get your blood flowing! (With or without your babies.) 
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2. Buy fresh flowers for your work space.
  • Allow lots of natural light into your space and keep bright flowers around.
  • Fake flowers can't bring the peace and sweet life reminders of real flowers.
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3. Throw the dinner recipe into the crockpot at breakfast and walk away.
  • Remember that you are not typically at home to stand over the stove for hours.
  • Set a low maintenance meal to get the benefits of home cooking and ease of dining out.
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4. Order a fancy coffee maker on Amazon for fun espresso drinks during the day.
  • I'll miss my barista friend every morning!
  • Best Chai Latte on the planet. Can I recreate this at home??
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5. Parents of young kids - 3 easy tips for sanity:
  • Freeze water bottles the night before and set them out with name tags to avoid death by “I’m thirsty.”
  • Pack & set out a box labeled "Fun Break" with the following (Michael’s order):
    • Sticker books
    • Paint and brushes
    • Blank canvas sets
    • Kinetic sand
    • Easter crafts
    • Sensory Kits
    • Bubble guns
  • Stock up the lower pantry shelves w/ pre-portioned snack bags for easy access
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6. Open all virtual meetings with an inspirational quote and lead w/empathy and human connection.
  • "In the light of all that is happening, I would like to open this meeting with a personal favorite quote..."
  • "I'd like to share some motivation for our new normal at this time.."
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7. Send practical Amazon egifts to your staff or boss.
  • Order useful, but thoughtful items to be delivered to your coworkers.
  • Care packages during this bizarre time can reduce the lonely or isolated feelings.
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8. Dress up - you’ll feel better!
  • Pretend that you are going into work.
  • Groom yourself, dress well and greet the day in style.
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9. Make lunch time memories.
  • Spend an hour at your local park. 
  • Have a picnic with friends, a lover or kids. 
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10. Over communicate with your coworkers.
  • Stay connected by any means necessary.
  • Download apps for video chat, messaging, stress relief and project management.
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Some of us prayed for slower days- don't waste them following the chaos or stressing over things out of your control. Take it easy!

​Cheers.

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1/24/2019

MOTH STORY SLAM

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Disguises..

At 9 months pregnant, I stood up in front of 300+ people to tell a story about the most shameful day of my life. 

Being on stage for The Moth has been a personal goal of mine for awhile. I was more than nervous to be as vulnerable as required for this type of event, but I did it! 

When you are scared, when you are nervous, when you are unsure, and when you feel the most doubt of your ability - DO IT! 

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8/30/2018

Pregnant Cries at Night

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Last night I cried in bed.

I tossed and turned for about 20 minutes before the crying began, but it came. The crying started soft, trying not to wake my husband and then my whole body shook.

My first emotional trigger was only because I couldn't get comfortable, but then - my discomfort turned into sadness for myself. I NEVER like to pity myself, especially while creating a life that I prayed for...I wanted another baby. I still want another baby - so why was I so sad?

Last night, I felt sorry for myself. I felt sorry for my body. I felt worn out in this body of mine, and felt that 11 weeks was just way too long. Entering the 3rd trimester is already emotional, but last night was strange...

I felt guilt for being exhausted. I felt ashamed to be so weak, when all I have ever wanted was a big family. Every kick from my baby caused feelings of sadness last night. I just wanted to be comfortable, and then I cried thinking - will I ever be comfortable again? Geez - sooooo dramatic!

Darrance woke up and his sympathy brought more guilt. I felt selfish when he woke up and silly for my feelings, but he just listened. He didn't mock me with, "this is what you wanted!" I needed the tender understanding of my partner last night, and he showed up.

And again this morning...he showed up..

While I was typing away on my computer, he snuck back in after dropping off Cruz at Daycare with flowers, a card, my favorite magazine, a boudain kolache and strawberry milk.

Today - I am comfortable. I am ready to finish this pregnancy strong!

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10/26/2017

Halloween Ideas for Infants

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Halloween is here & if you're like me, scrolling through my social media gives me "costume envy" !

Juggling parental duties leaves very little time for our creative side to shine through, but Halloween opens that door.

I have pushed myself to keep Cruz "photo ready" this 1st year of his life. I'd like to give you all a few ideas for this trick-or-treat season!

Let me know your favorite in the comments :) Also, please share this post with those mommies that may need a little help!


#1. Construction Baby

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#2. Baby Buddha

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#3. Chef Baby

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#4. Statue of Baby

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#5. Spa Baby

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#6. Run DM-Baby

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#7. Baby Picasso

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#8. Baby Aladdin

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#9. Baby DJ

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#10. Lobster Baby

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9/27/2017

Discussing my views on #Takeaknee with my white grandmother...

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 I am a black woman that grew up in a white household.

My family showered me with overwhelming love, and I had a beautiful childhood that allowed me to spread love to every person that I meet in my adult life.

The person who deserves the most credit is Nana, my 78-year-old grandmother, who was recently displaced after Hurricane Harvey. Once we found out that her house was damaged beyond repair, we decided that she would live with us permanently.
She is my responsibility and I am honored to have her with me!

We have had several “mini race” conversations, but for the most part- our chats avoid controversy. Her stance has always been that she “does not see color”, and that was always enough for me….until now.

Last night, she scoffed at the t.v. and yelled for me to come help her change the channel. “What’s wrong?”, I asked. “I am tired of hearing about these black athletes kneeling for our country’s flag!” My head jerked back in shock and I asked what she meant, just in case I was hearing her incorrectly. “Here we go again – we just want to watch football!”

Growing up, I let a lot of things slide to keep the peace. Hell, I didn’t even correct Paw Paw for saying the N word in our home until I was 18 years old. He and others in our family felt so comfortable saying it around me, because in their minds “I wasn’t black”, but he had to be held accountable. After an uncomfortable, explosive argument with him- my grandfather never used the N word ( at least not in my presence) again!

It was time for me to hold my grandmother accountable, or at least educate her. In my heart, I know that she is not racist, but I am fully aware of her upbringing in Alabama and then Texas. She has always been surrounded by individuals who were disgusted by black people. Which is so strange, because then her son brought me home… 😊 That’s a separate topic for another day!
To ease into the conversation, I sat on the bed and asked her if her family owned slaves.  Her response was “we didn’t have enough money for that.” The part that stung me about the response was that she didn’t mention that owning slaves was awful, she pointed out that her family couldn’t afford such things..as if I was talking about taking a vacation or a BMW. This small opening allowed me to understand that racism is not always direct!
 
Not the best start, but let me jump right into the subject- “Why do you think black athletes are kneeling? Not because of President Trump calling them S.O.B.s- I’m talking about the original silent protest of not standing and then kneeling during the national anthem?” By her face and my tone asking the question, I could tell that she recognized the tension and that this may or may not be a trick question. “I think they are kneeling because they do not have respect for the flag or the country. If they think race is an issue, it can be talked about outside of football.”

BINGO! I knew I had her then…that was the perfect setup..
 
I asked for her to propose a few places that could be used to discuss the police brutality, continued oppression and other injustices across our nation. None of ideas were big enough platforms to allow a country to recognize the subtle cruel treatment, the covert racism, or the blatant continuation of wrongful murders of black people.

It was easy for me to explain- America loves football! To grab the attention, to start the conversation, and to really get people disturbed enough to talk about these uncomfortable topics- we had to interrupt the regularly scheduled American program…
I allowed her to defend the flag, the people who have fought for this country, and for the national anthem itself, but she could not defend the fact that in 2017, black people are still considered and in many instances treated as less than human, disgusting, ignorant and like animals by many people. We both agree that there are SO MANY wonderful souls in this country, but we had to speak up on the not so wonderful..

I had to remind her that although the NFL players “do not have bad lives” and living well, they are actually kneeling and bringing awareness to the mistreatment of others! Imagine that- selfless advocates.

I told her that the new racism is simply pretending that racism does not exist.

Her wheels were turning and I decided to wrap up the conversation with this:

“Kneeling for the national anthem is a way for individuals with a popular platform to interrupt our regular scheduled program. It is to make those that just want to zone out and tune into their favorite sport actually listen to the conversation at hand. In 2017, there are still ways that people of color are being oppressed. With Black Americans making up less than 15% of the population, we need white people to help make a change.

 I have visited 20 countries and if I had to choose tomorrow where I would live, it would be America. I think that we are comprehensively great.  I am forever grateful to those service men and women who have fought for this great country, but the issue on race is mutually exclusive. It has nothing to do with my gratitude, but everything to do with my desperation to make this place better before Cruz has to face it all. If that means that football players kneeling is an icebreaker for me to talk to white family members and friends about real issues- I will take it!”
Her response was this- “I am with you. When you get on that internet to tell them what I said, make sure you say this- I love my country and all armed forces, but we have to do something about how we treat blacks.”


That was heavy enough and real enough for us to hug and head to the couch to watch Netflix and chill…until next time.. We are working on it here!

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9/16/2017

3 years ago today- The biggest heartbreak that the soul has to endure..

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How the week unfolded when my mom died...9/16/2014

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Ever since the first day that I met her, Mom made it known that she was not scared of death.
She had been living each year like it was going to be her last. She would always say that she had
no interest growing old, and that she was surprised that she has lasted this long. While she was
still around, she still wanted to be her best. I wanted to call her bluff at the end.
I have never felt the anxiety that I felt the week before going home to help my mother
prepare for death. I couldn't sleep without self-medicating on brown liquor and Tylenol pm. One
of my dear friends, Tina, flew in from Dubai. She spent the week trying to help me come to terms with
the trip. I can't imagine how my friends felt during this time. They were all so amazing. The
night before my flight they had a small support party to calm my nerves before the trip.

With a bottle of jack, two suitcases and a strong heart- I entered her room. Her face lit up, my
heart almost beat out of chest and I crawled in the hospice bed with her. She wrapped her arms
around my entire body and squeezed tight. I couldn't help it, I burst out into the most painful cry
that I had ever felt. We both sobbed and made the entire bed shake. There was nothing to talk
about. She was dying, I was hurt. As I sat up, I looked her up and down. She looked so sad. Her
fine little pieces of hair were sticking up with nowhere else to go and barely hanging on. I could see her limp body and obvious chest bones now protruding out of her hospital gown. She used to
always say how important it was for her to die with dignity. I know that this is not what she
meant.
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The hours ran together and the next three days felt like they all happen within one. The first
night, she was the most lucid and continued to normal conversation as we always had. Her
stories got a bit funnier directly following the morphine injections, but I understood all of it. She
dozed in and out of sleep and I took advantage of this and napped with her. My body and my
mind were both exhausted. The eighteen hour journey was nothing but an anxiety stricken
waiting game. The pull out couch wasn’t awful, but the room was freezing and it wasn’t the most
comfortable situation Mom tossed and turned in her sleep and moan quite a bit. Once the nurse
would come in and give her more meds, she would be out again and comfortable.
She had many visitors on the second day and she was still in high spirits. Her conversation
began to slow down and I noticed that she was having much harder time breathing on day two.
My friends were extremely supportive and kept the family room full. Everyone was respectful of
the fact that I didn’t want everyone crowding her in the room, so they sat and kept each other
company. They just wanted me to feel their presence and it definitely made a difference.

Day three began and I wasn’t prepared for it. I woke up early to see that she was picking at
the breakfast tray that they brought in the room. I asked if she wanted me to get her something
else, she scrunched up her nose and shook her head. I stayed up late and read plenty of articles
on the signs of our final days. No one wants to eat when they are dying. The body decides that it
is no longer hungry.
I couldn’t accept this. “ What about Le Peep breakfast, Mom? It’s your favorite!” She gave a
small smile and nodding yes. I am positive that she was only doing this for me. My denial
allowed me to play along. I rushed to get dressed and drove to Le Peep for two breakfast orders
to-go. When I returned, my appetite was actually gone as well. The thought of all of this moving
so fast was making me nauseous. We both picked at our food for about thirty minutes. She
looked like she was in more pain and she wanted to sleep.
The main doctor made her typical Monday rounds and stopped to check her finger nails, toe
nails, and the rest of the full assessment. As mom was nodding off to sleep, the doctor asked me
to step outside. She didn’t sugar coat a thing. “Hi Lacey. I am happy that you made it in to be
with your mom. I know that this is a very difficult time, but I want to be direct. We are now in
the final hours. No one can know for sure. I never try to play God, but if you want my best
guess- I would say that she’ll let go today or tomorrow. “ I didn’t have a response. The doctor
asked if I had any questions. I had plenty, but none that she could help me with. My cousin Brandy walked in ten minutes later. I was alone and had just received the news.
She was right on time with flowers in her hand and a small card. She sat with me for a little
while and let me tell her about how scared I was to let go. I read the card that she left for Mom. “
Bettie, You have been a blessing to me and my family. Thank you for giving us Lacey!” My
heart sank and I was grateful to have a family that loved me so much.

A few other friends came and went. Candace agreed to stay the night with me. I am sure I
looked terrified to face the night alone, after the report that was given by the doctor. It was a
terrible night. We all three fell asleep quite quickly. She fought the nurses in the late hours of her
last night and tried to pull her IV out of her neck. The drugs weren't allowing her to stay awake
any longer. As soon as they would wear off, she was back to gasping for air. Her lungs were
quickly filling with fluid and the cancer that spread to her spinal cord was now shutting down the
rest her mobility. She was extremely irritable and was trying to rip off her hospital gown. She
grabbed my arm tight and I covered my face with my t-shirt. It was awful to watch her suffer and
gasp for air. I pressed the button to call for the nurse. She came in with extra morphine and said,
she was basically drowning. Mom eyes got really big as the nurse injected the needle
into the IV,

Mom faded to sleep mumbling that she was scared. Her last words were - "I''m scared."
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The nurse explained that this would be the final phase and the most painful. She
recommended that we keep her comfortable by increasing the morphine. At least she wouldn’t
have to experience the scary stages of drowning. I agreed to the recommendation. I called my brother and a few of my close friends. We all gathered in the room with a lot of whiskey and kept
the conversation going as steadily as possible.
It was starting to get late, so Ryan suggested that we all gather around her and say a home
going prayer for peace. I sobbed the entire way through it, but it did actually make the entire
room feel better. Mom had been breathing the exact same all day. One of us read an article that
stated that playing music helps to calm the nerves of people that may be frightened or holding
on. We turned on a soft R&B song at the edge of the bed and as soon as it started playing, her
breathing changed. Everyone was shocked. I pressed the call button for the nurse. She came to
check with her stethoscope on her chest. She announced that these would be her last few breaths.
My friends all looked at me and took the cue to rush out.

It was just my brother and I on each side of the bed. The music continued to softly play. We
both just stared in shock like zombies. We both kissed her cheeks gently and felt her chest with
our hands. As the music stopped, mom took her last small breath. We both froze and time stood
still. Her soul was leaving her body and leaving us here in this room. The nurses came in again,
checked her heartbeat and looked at us both. “She’s gone. God bless her soul.”

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8/29/2017

Random Hurricane Thoughts..

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5 days indoors..the rain is finally starting to let up..but the flooding is nowhere close to gone..

​Thursday: We had real thoughts of evacuating, but something felt a bit "bluffy" about how bad it would truly get..(Optimistic)

Friday: Darrance and I sat down on the couch for a real decision moment- "To go or not to go?"...It wasn't that we don't have friends in safer areas or that we didn't have money for a hotel..despite the news- we still had a feeling of surreal outcomes & unnecessary travel away..we stayed. (Confidently nervous..)

Saturday: I was in 100% regret of the decision. The rain started coming hard and fast. Every 10 minutes, our cellphones were buzzing with tornado warnings for our area and every news station was using extreme adjectives that made us feel completely on edge! (Anxious)

Sunday: We were checking out of every window in the house every hour! The street began to flood, the trench behind our backyard started to rise close to the fence and the rain continued to pour down. We moved all inportant items upstairs and had a plan to camp out up there..the entrance for our neighborhood was completely under water.."trapped"..(Scared)

​Monday: We were well into our hurricane snacks & nervous eating! Glued to the tv, our hearts began to melt as we watched families being rescued by boat and stories of those losing everything with homes completely under water. We couldn't even leave to help if we wanted..(Guilty)

Tuesday: After skyping/facetiming all distant family members and friends to confirm our safety, we started to get word of the water in my hometown. The house I grew up in was beginning to feel with water & my grandmother has to evacuate. (Heavy)

Sitting on the couch with my husband & 5 month old, binge watching comedies and holding each other to feel connected during such a grim time- I feel grateful!

We will donate toiletries & blow up mattresses to a nearby civic center tomorrow and hope that it brings small comfort to a few people..

The real work will come when the flooding clears...when the damage can be viewed in the light and normalcy is the goal for all..so many people will need help..we are ready to get out there!

P.S. Cruz has been completely unbothered..

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8/11/2017

How a newborn made me question my marriage..

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“Look at the new baby!” 


“Isn’t he the sweetest thing on the planet?”


“What an adorable baby!” 


The rave of our new son has been blissful! If getting pampered during pregnancy wasn’t enough, the positive attention and love that a newborn brings is heart warming. Seeing the sweet, gentle face of the tiny human that we created and being able to call him our own- ahhhh! Life has just been perfect….right? I mean, look at all of these pictures of my cute baby- we have it all together..right?!! [Wrong!] 


Everyone told me about the sleepless nights, the constant spitting up and all of the baby involved exhaustion, but why didn’t anyone warn me about the strain that the baby puts on your marriage? 


Cruz is four months old this week, and while we are not totally in the clear, my husband and I are starting to be nice to each other again! I was blown away by what sleep deprivation did to our delusional conversations, intimacy and overall enjoyment of one another. 


Not intentionally bragging here, but I do consider our marriage to be one of the happiest and most solid unions. ( I’m sure every newlywed says that their first year, but that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!) 


Still being in our first year of marriage when Cruz was born, we were still honeymoon vibing…well, we were…until the stress came! There were nights that I wanted to rip his face off and he would look at me with the “go jump off of a bridge” glare! Whoah- where did that come from? What happened to all of the smooches and love notes scattered around? Who wants to kiss when you have had 4 hours of sleep in 3 days, no shower, a crying baby is hanging off of your nipple because you are too tired to keep fighting him for the “proper latch” and your own breath is daunting?! 


Did I make that sound bad? Let me rephrase it- the first 2 months of raising Cruz was freaking awful!! I literally felt like I couldn’t get anything right, unless daddy walked in trying to use his own technique, and then NO WAY BUDDY, you are the wrong one! 


My mood swings were back and with a vengeance. I would be smiling and happy one minute, and a sobbing nut job the next. I couldn’t figure out how I wanted to feel about this new phase. 


I knew that I wasn’t in post-partum depression, but just felt out of whack! I kept a running tally of all tasks around the house and became very petty. Even when I didn’t want to, I was comparing how many hours of sleep I got and how many Darrance got..if they didn’t add up, I would have an attitude with him all day. “What’s wrong babe?” Guess what my answer was- “I’m fine!” ugghhh- why do we do that? 


As loving and understanding as Darrance is, the lack of sleep and my new cranky vibes were throwing him off. One day I said- “ I didn’t expect it to be like this!” That bothered him like crazy. “Well, what did you expect then- everything to be perfect? If you’re not happy with us, just say it!” 


That was our climax…that was our tipping point and I knew I had to change! I felt terrible. Look what I was doing to my husband! 


I came clean with my feelings of resentment. Being honest was hard because the things I was feeling were embarrassing to say out loud, but he just hugged me and loved me harder. 


We made a schedule for sleep shifts once I went back to work. This changed my attitude so much! I no longer felt like I was carrying the larger load and running on fumes, I felt rejuvenated and less irritable. Cruz started sleeping through the night and only waking up for 2 feedings, hallelujah!! 


We don’t have it all figured out, but I know this- newborns are hard on marriage! I don’t know how we would have made it through the first few months without love..and that’s why I questioned my marriage.


 Do I deserve someone so patient and so kind? How can this man want to stay married to me? Did we do the right thing at the right time?


I am relieved and in love with the answers to my own questions. Yes, I deserve this magical love. Yes, he wants me…now and forever, for better days or my worst days…and yes, we did everything right…at the perfect time! 


Until the next tough phase…cheers, baby!

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6/3/2017

To the mother of my husband's 1st child...

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​I'm going to try to express my feelings without making this awkward.. my intention is for you to feel me..
 
Mother's Day was very different for me this year. As I held my 5 week old baby in my arms, I thought about you and your 5 year old baby. I thought one very distinct phrase- "what the hell have I been thinking?" 
 
The first year of co-parenting has gone down in the books, and I have to apologize! I need to say sorry for not giving you the time that you deserved. I rushed you! I forced my way into your life without much warning and expected quick acceptance. I moved home last January and immediately started to build a relationship with your son. You had very little say in the way I interacted with him and the time we spent together. That had to be so difficult! 
 
I have to admit though, from Day 1- my intentions have been 100% genuine and from a good place, but how were you supposed to know that?! I was a stranger! Kids are so much more forgiving and easier to cling on, so little man had no problems. While quickly getting close to him, I should have considered your feelings more. I should have taken it slowly and waited for an organic transition, but the control freak inside just wouldn't let that happen. I wanted fast results and for us all to be one big, happy family. I caused the opposite. 
 
As for dad, he got caught in the middle. I put so much pressure on him to make this all work. Our relationship was moving quickly and I gave him zero slack in the parenting department. I owe him an apology as well. He would have handled this year a lot better if I would have fully let him drive this ship, but I pushed too hard and tried to take over. You know his heart, and that he's not cold- he was just trying to respect me and balance that with you. It came off wrong..that was my fault, not his..
 
Instead of allowing him to reconcile his past, it's almost like I wanted him to forget it. Let me rephrase that, I wanted him to forget you. Now having a baby of my own, I realize how impossible that is..
 
No one can forget such a beautiful exchange of love while creating a life. There is so much magic that occurs while staring at a baby that was made by two people in love. I guess I was afraid to accept that and allow that to be our reality, but I have to ...I know now the beauty of accepting you. I know the beauty of admiring your strength to deal with me. I know the power of positive thoughts towards you instead of negative. After 9 months of carrying a life and only 5 weeks of no sleep and infinite hormones, I have a different respect for you and an apology has been in my heart since the first day that I saw my son. How would I feel in your shoes? 
 
I can't take back any of the hurt that I caused you this past year, but I can make steps to a better relationship. 
 
I don't want to start over. That would mean we didn't learn anything from this year, but I do want to start fresh with a clear heart. 
 
So here's to you. The woman who made him a dad first. My heart has softened to your situation, my respect level has risen to the reality of your strength and my ego has let down to accept our future. We are in this for a long time...may our road be more pleasant than our hearts can ever imagine! 
 
Happy Mother's Day!

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4/23/2017

Creating Cruz..20 hour Labor & 2 weeks w/o sleep!

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Are babies magical? YES! Is it magical to be 41 weeks.... big and pregnant & have to be induced into labor because your kid is so comfortable up there? No!

Those that followed my pregnancy know that I had a pretty pleasant 9 months! Check out my youtube channel for weekly Pregnant with Lacey videos, if you missed those updates. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCoJOKQnEy8_9TQl3w8pNKGg

When it came time for this little booger to arrive, he literally refused! It didn't help that we were in the process of closing on our new home and signed the papers a day after his due date. We laugh and say that he was already a posh baby- refusing to come out and live in our apartment.

Preparation:
On Friday, April 7th- we checked into the hospital to be induced. My cervix was showing no signs of opening and pushing Cruz into this world, so we started the 12 hour "softening" process.
While at the hospital, I glanced over at my completely drained husband! He was like the energizer bunny- moving our life from a 2 bedroom apartment to this 2 story home. He got everything in and settled in 2 days. By the time it was game on for the baby, he was already running on fumes.

The nurse woke us up at 4:40am Saturday morning to begin the Pitocin in my IV. This medication was going to bring on some hard and fast contractions and start opening up my cervix to get this kid out of there! It was a slowwwww day! My family arrived about 9am with "Team Cruz" t-shirts. I was only 1 cm dilated, so I felt terrible that they would have to wait so long.

By 6pm Saturday evening, I was only 2cm dilated. My OBGYN came in and saw the disappointment on my face. She decided that it was time to break my water herself. OUCCHHHHH!! She reached up there with a tool that looked like a knitting needle and POP! "That should get this party started!"
10 mins later- WOW! My contractions started coming with zero warning. My grandmother came to my side and told me to squeeze and started going on a rant about how easy her labor experiences were and I just zoned out. I was in extreme pain- every 2 minutes at this point. My nurse had just left for her break and I wanted to scream. I only endured those crazy, earthquake type contractions for 30 minutes before requesting my epidural!
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The anesthesiologist came in and it all happened so fast. They asked my family and Darrance to leave the room. They didn't want him passing out while seeing the needle going into my back!
I squeezed the pillow through a hard contraction, tried not to budge while he stuck this crazy thing into my back...& just like that- ahhhhhh, MAGIC!! I felt nothing and I was in heaven!

At 9pm, We were only at 4cm dilated- so I sent everyone home to rest. My grandmother told the doctor, "I'm not going anywhere until this baby comes and if you all let her sit here too long- I'm going to do this D-Section myself!" She had a serious and threatening tone that made us all laugh. My doctor said calmly, " Well, it's a C- section and when we get to that bridge, your granddaughter will have to make that call."

My poor grandmother snuggled as best she could onto that hard, small couch next to my bed. My aunt nestled at her feet and Darrance placed pillows on the ground for a little bed. My poor baby!
We all tried to get a little rest until 1 am. The nurse checked and said, " Oh yeah! We are at 9cm- let's get ready!" What?! Get Ready? How? It was show time and I had no idea what that meant. She got everything set up in the room, big lights came out of the ceiling and she placed a large mirror at the foot of the bed for me to watch. "I don't think I want to see," I said. The nurse felt like it would be motivation to push harder.

Delivery:
I was nervous with only the nurse in the room as I started to push. She reassured me that the doctor and other nurses would come just in time....ummmm what?
It was a short period, but it felt like 2 days of awkward pushing. I could see his head coming out, but I was soooo tired! I felt defeated and as if they were going to have to suction this baby out...I felt like I was failing him as a mom already.
The nurse called for back up and in 2 mins, the room was filled. I pushed for less than 5 minutes with this team in the room and out came my screaming baby! They took him out and placed him directly on my chest. He was slippery and sliding everywhere, they were trying to suction him, I was in complete shock and everything was...just fine! We were all ok! 2:32am, April 9, 2017- He was perfect! 


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Darrance cut the umbilical cord and his proud face was one that I will never forget! I felt a rush of peace and the only thing I could do was tell Cruz, "Mommy is here baby...everything is going to be ok...shhh, shh, shh.."

The next few hours were a blur! We were both so exhausted and being shoved immediately into parent mode was crazy. I couldn't even use the bathroom on my own, Darrance couldn't keep his eyes open and they pull Cruz next to my bed as my full responsibility. The nurse walked out and I was so confused- wait!! That's it? He started to cry and I knew it was time for some boobie action...I don't know how, but we survived that first day! ....barely... Cruz choked on my milk and started turning blue, we pat his back several times but were scared to death, ringing the nurse call button over and over again. She arrived super calm and smiling. LADY!! My baby is choking! Welcome to parenthood, Lacey...

Postpartum:
We didn't say a word to each other as we drove 50 mph all the way home, with Cruz in the backseat and all of our eyes weary. We pulled into our new neighborhood and my heart started beating at a lively pace and I couldn't fight back a big smile. I rubbed my husband's back with pride as we pulled up to our new home with our new baby- " We did it, baby!"

Well, we did that part...but the next two weeks- WHOA!

Breastfeed, they all said. It will be fun and healthy, they all said......Whyyyyy?? Ok, let me stop being dramatic! Knowing all of the health benefits for this sweet baby, I will stop complaining.
To sum up our first two weeks, I'll say that we did the best we could! With minimal sleep, tons of visitors and overall adjustments to life with a newborn- we were completely drained and completed full at the same time!! 

There is no other appropriate response to this whole process other than gratitude...abundant gratitude! Thanks, God....Thank you, Darrance...We are doing it, baby!
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