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New friend

New friend

We went to a 1 year birthday celebration and Mason enjoyed alone time with Minnie.

What happened to my newborn!??!

If you’ve been paying attention to Mason’s birthday countdown I have posted on the right side of this blog’s home page, then you know we’re only 14 days away from his big day.

What happened to my newborn?

I remember the day I first met my precious little boy clearly. I keep thinking it was only yesterday, but it’s been almost a full year. He came on the day I precisely hoped he wouldn’t come…September 11th! Of all days THAT’s the day he had to come! My stubborn little boy was already disobeying his momma even as a newborn. Should I have translated this stubbornness as a subtle hint to what I should expect life to be like with my child? If so, God help me.

Sunday night, September 9, 2012.

It was my first weekend of my maternity leave and I was sitting at home watching an episode of Long Island Medium. It was Season 3, Episode 1 to be exact; the season premiere episode when Theresa Caputo’s son comes home from college. That’s when my contractions started. I ignored them at first, thinking they were just another bout of braxton hicks. I was wrong. These were about to become the real thing. These contractions went on throughout the whole night. They weren’t painful…yet. I was able to sleep through it with a little discomfort.

Monday, September 10, 2012

I woke up the next morning to realize the contractions hadn’t stopped. My sister and I timed the contractions. They were 10 minutes apart. Was it time? Should I be rushing to the hospital? Should I call my doctor first? Do I have to wait for my water to break? I consulted with my other sister in New York who as a mom of three kids, was a pro on these matters. “You should go see your doctor” she said. And that’s what I did. At the doctor’s office they lay me down on a bed and strapped this belt-like contraption around my waist. The “belt” was full of wires which were hooked up to a machine that would monitor my contractions and identify if these were labor contractions and if I was in fact, about to go into labor. The machine confirmed I was having contractions, but I still had a ways to go before labor would begin. “Come back when your contractions are five minutes apart” is what the nurse said. So with that, I returned home and waited.

Okay, Mason. If you’re not coming today then you better as hell not come tomorrow! You’re going to have to wait until the 12th.

Monday night, September 10, 2012 (It was really early Tuesday morning, September 11, 2012)

Never had I known pain like that in my life! The horror stories I’d heard were true! At a little past 1:00am Tuesday morning, the contractions started coming in at full force. And DAMN did it hurt! My sister can tell you because she fearlessly served as my punching bag that evening/morning. I’m sure I left a couple of bruises on her arm. The contractions were now at 5 minutes apart. In my opinion, it was time to go. “Take me to the hospital!” I yelled, but my mom thought it would be best for me to wait it out at home for as long as I could. She claimed I’d be much more comfortable going through these contractions in my own bed then I would be in a hospital bed. She was wrong. I had a plan. “Take me to the hospital!” I repeated over and over again until finally my words were taken seriously.

After some monitoring of my contractions and a few more bruises (this time at the mercy of my mother), I was admitted in and transferred to a delivery room. “Do you want an epi…” I didn’t even let the nurse finish her question. This had been part of my plan. “Yes! I want an epidural! Give it to me now!” The nurse kindly obliged and in an instant, I was put out of my misery. I slept all the way to the morning in that hospital bed. Like a baby. My mother was wrong. I was ten times more comfortable here than I would have ever been in my own bed. Ahhhhh…the miracle of drugs.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

At approximately 11:00am the nurse announced I was fully dialated and it was time. In came the doctor. I’ll spare you from the details of my labor, but I’ll tell you it only took half an hour of me pushing the little guy out. He was born at 11:36am. September 11, 2012.

Whew! THAT was a year ago. My completely helpless little baby is now an independent little person walking around and throwing tantrums every minute that he can.

And so I ask again, What happened to my newborn?

Single Mommingly Yours, M


Mason and Mickey. Playtime.

Mason and Mickey. Playtime.

Mickey (my yorkie) is still trying to get used to the idea that he is not mommy’s little boy anymore, but Mason still tries to win his love.


Choice mommyhood. Is it “fearless and daring”?

Choice mommyhood. Is it “fearless and daring”?

Self Magazine recently published an interesing article titled, 13 Ways to be Bold. The article lists 13 different acts of boldness taken on by real women.  Of particular interest to me was bold act number 4, I had a Baby on My Own – on Purpose.  A Philadelphia woman in her late 20s describes how she made the decision to have a baby on her own and become a single parent.

So I’m not the only crazy one in the world! Other people have done this!

The word “Bold” is an adjective descibing a “fearless and daring act which requires and exhibits courage and bravery.”

What do you guys  think?  How true to this definition is choice mommyhood?  Do you think it’s fearless and daring or do you think we’re just crazy?

Click on the link below to check out the Article
13 Ways to be Bold – Self Magazine

13 Ways to be bold


Enjoying some play time at My Gym, Coral Gables, FL


That’s him. That’s my little one, Mason, enjoying his first time ever at My Gym located in Coral Gables, FL . We thought we’d do something different this weekend and interact with other kids. Besides, Latin radio station, Amor 107.5FM and BeechNut Goya baby foods were hosting a special event there! Maybe I could win that $500.00 raffle they mentioned they were having!

We didn’t win the raffle but Mason had a good 1 hour and a half.


“She believed s…

“She believed she could, so she did.” ~ Unknown

One of my favorite quotes and one that I keep hanging on my bedroom wall to remind me that I can do anything! The trick is just to believe in myself and oh yeah, STOP BEING SO DAMN LAZY!

So here I am.  After years of thinking about it and procrasting, I am finally starting a blog.   I believe! I believe!  Hallelujah, I believe! 

Whew! Now let us see where this new journey takes me.

Single mommingly yours, M.