Venting a Bit

Eek! I'm starting to have some "issues" with Blogger again. What'll I do if I can't blab to all of you? Especially as today I need to vent. First, guess what we heard at 6:20 this morning: Blackie! Dang dog was at it again...not for as long as before but still...not happy campers right now.

Also, at that birthday party yesterday I was bothered by someone asking about my birth plans. She wasn't really asking me in a way to make me defensive, yet I felt the need to defend our choices. I don't like that. This woman is a doula (basically a professional birth coach/assistant) so I can see how she would be curious. But as many of you realize, Jason and I have decided on another C-section for me and Deuce. First of all, my actual surgical experience was not at all negative...sure the circumstances surrounding Easton's birth weren't ideal but my actual surgery and recovery went just swimmingly. Second of all, there are risks with a VBAC (vaginal birth after Cesarean) that we're not really willing to take. Yes, C-sections are major surgery and that carries it's own risks, however, in my own personal experience I have never seen a C-section gone awry from surgical complications. I have, however, seen a uterine rupture (the "big risk" with VBACs) and the baby ended up dying. So, that does affect our decision as well. But, wait, there's more...

Okay, third of all, luckily (for me) I am not one of those women who base my worth as a woman on being able to push a baby out of my body. Sure, I feel a little bit like I missed out on ever experiencing labor or even a contraction but I don't personally feel like I've failed as a woman. That's good because I know there are many women out there to whom having a vaginal birth is very important. Like I said, I'm not one of them but to each her own. Seriously. Let's see... fourth of all, there's no guarantee that just because I'd try a vaginal birth that I'd succeed anyway. I think that'd be harder for me to take: the whole potential "failure" of it all, you know? And there's also no guarantees that I'll stay healthy this pregnancy, why add one more thing to be disappointed about? As in, I got sick again and missed out on a vaginal birth. No, I prefer just making this decision and knowing (and accepting) ahead of time the route our son will take to get out. And lastly (what, would this be "fifth of all"?), right now Deuce is breech anyway, granted there is plenty of time for him to turn to head down, but then again he might not making the whole vaginal vs. section discussion moo. I mean moot. :) Okay I'm done defending this choice for the time being since it wasn't even any of you faithful readers who asked in the first place. Sorry to vent to y'all but this blog is obviously a journal of sorts for me as well...

Onto less feisty things...Easton got a new booster seat. Bye bye highchair!

We wanted something we could easily take to my mom's or grandma's when we go for family gatherings--he used to have to sit either on our laps or in his stroller. Ick. Plus, it works out just fine that we can attach it to our regular chairs here at home and get the big ol' highchair out of the way till Deuce needs it. Yay! Easton is a big fan of it already and sat in it for his dinner snack last night. He enjoys it both with the tray:

Or without:

He does not enjoy bonking his head on the edge of the table while laughing at my antics:


What fun. He's getting bigger every day. Well, older anyway, not sure about bigger.

And, since I forgot to share the other day--Easton and I went exploring for kid stuff online and found noggin.com and pbskids.org and some fun stuff they have. He loved being on the computer and sat and typed and acted like he totally knew what he was doing.

He was very excited to see familiar characters on the screen and we even printed out a few blank coloring pages to do:

I tried teaching him to click the mouse but he was overly excited...maybe another time.

For now my little man is sleeping. He was soooo good this morning as I "had" to ignore him to spend some time making important phone calls. What a sweetie. I felt bad putting him down for a nap when he was being so sweet and fun. It took him awhile to settle down as we rocked and he kept smiling up at me and asking for kisses. Awwwwwww. I miss him already. Good thing he should be up soon. The sprinkler guy is coming to blow us out for the season. Toodaloo!