August 17, 2014
by gwendolyn
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Five Inches

For several weeks now we’ve been talking about getting L.L.’s hair cut. She was constantly getting yogurt and cottage cheese in her hair. Along with rats nests in the back after sleeping on it. Not to mention that combing it seemed to be a criminal offense.

So, now we are sporting a new hairdo! What’s funny is, I think, Momma and Daddy had a harder time letting go of the long hair. The hairdresser said we cut off five inches, say what!?

L.L. hasn’t been affected at all. Except when we on our way there…

I had to fight her to walk there, for some reason she wanted to ride in the car when we passed it. Then she wouldn’t walk it, sat done on the concrete and then crawled in crying. Tried to walk out when we were supposed to be sitting in the chair. It was loads of fun! Even the lure of a lollipop wasn’t good enough. (Because she didn’t know what it was!)

However, with momma sitting first, then the ipad playing games, and finally a lick of that lollipop — we were on our way. Whew!

This is my life, folks. But I wouldn’t change it for the world.

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August 11, 2014
by gwendolyn
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Look Who’s One Month Old!

Has it really been six weeks? Am I really two weeks behind on my blog posts!? Ah, you already knew I’m always behind, didn’t you…

Well, Cecito sure has put us to work! He is not one bit shy about letting us know he’s unhappy. Still, we adore the little monster and so does L.L. She calls him “bebe” and “brudder.” Which also brought on the brother title for Domingo. It sure is cute to see how much she loves the both of them. Lots of kisses and hugs going around each day.

Here are the stats:
Weight: 8 lbs. 11 oz. (17%)
Length: 21 inches (23%)
Head Circumference: 15 cm (75%)

Next are the pictures! I tried to take some on the same blanket I used for L.L.’s one month pics, but he wasn’t having it. So, I took some extras. I was also short one apple, so I used a fortune cookie for size reference. Here is a link to L.L.’s one month post. Just in case you wanted a refresher and to see how much these to resemble one another. Enjoy!

Get me off of this blanket!

Get me off of this blanket!

Ok, let's both of us act the same in this one...

Ok, let’s both of us act the same in this one…

Alright, I've had enough...who's gonna pick me up!

Alright, I’ve had enough – PICK ME UP – NOW! (Not sure of L.L.’s state of mind, but I’m certain I got Cecito’s on the money!)

Half asleep, but happy.

Half asleep, but happy.

Little Feet

Little Feet

Sleepy Head

Sleepy Head

I'm kinda obsessed with those little feet.

I’m kinda obsessed with those little feet.

August 8, 2014
by gwendolyn
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Baby Boy Gets a Blog Name

Alright, I’m finally set to announce baby boy’s blog name! I know you all are very excited.

I have to admit that this was HARD! I mean, come on, L.L. for Little Love is pretty ideal. How was I going to top that!? Not to mention the ooh’s and ahhh’s I get every time I tell people about the nickname and blog. Definitely feeling the pressure!

We have decided C-Cito or Cecito (pronounced sisito). This stands for Corazoncito, which translate to Little Heart in English. It might have taken me 6 weeks + all those months I was pregnant, but I finally figured out something that is worthy of our new addition.

So there you have it. He’s our Cecito, and we all adore him.

(I have chosen to spell it this way because it’s easier to type and looks like a name.)

We had a few contenders. Just in case you are curious, here are the ones that didn’t win out:
LP: album (duh!), Little Prince (this is something Gil’s sister likes to call him from their childhood), and my favorite Little Punk*
BB: Baby Boy, Bebe (what L.L. usually calls him, second is ‘bruder’), Big Bruiser (suggestion from my sister, Auntie Rae Rae)
MM: Mister Mister
LM: Little Man
LT: Little Tyke

* I had a post written all about this one, that’s how close we came to using it, instead.

What do you think? Did we pick the nickname you would have?

August 1, 2014
by gwendolyn
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Grandparents + Baby’s First Holiday

As you know, our first full day after being discharged from the Special Care Unit was the 4th of July! It was baby boy’s first holiday. We were also, finally, able to visit with the grandparents. They were staying at a local hotel with a really fun pool and great restaurant, which we took full advantage of.

L.L. loved swimming with Papa and Daddy. She even started asking for Papa, all the time. If you know toddlers you realize it usually takes a long time for them to warm up to people they don’t know. This was a big step for her with the grandparents since we see them, roughly, once a year. It was a lot of fun to watch her with both of them.

It was also great to see Papa with his first grand son. I am sad to report I didn’t get a three generations photo, but I did get some of Papa with the baby!

Take me to the POOL!

Take me to the POOL!

Papa + L.L.

Papa + L.L.

Playing with Daddy in the pool.

Playing with Daddy in the pool.

Catch the ball, Daddy!

Catch the ball, Daddy!

Now, it's my turn!

Now, it’s my turn!

Baby's First Holiday

Baby’s First Holiday

All American CUTIE! You can say that, again.

All American CUTIE! You can say that, again.

Sleepy baby

Sleepy baby

I'm talkin' to you, people!

I’m talkin’ to you, people!

Big sister with her baby brother.

Big sister with her baby brother.

She loves him.

She loves him.

She also loves being in charge of the pacifier.

She also loves being in charge of the pacifier.

Relax baby!

Relax baby!

Happy girl, not so happy boy.

Happy girl, not so happy boy.

I got this covered, Momma.

I got this covered, Momma.

Papa with baby boy.

Papa with baby boy.

Catchin' flys

Catchin’ flys

Oh, hello!

Oh, hello!

L.L. feeding her "baby"

L.L. feeding her “baby”

 

That was our July 4th holiday. Not much, but we had fun and certainly stayed very busy! Hope you had a fun holiday, too.

July 30, 2014
by gwendolyn
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After Birth With #2

The rest of the story…

We have a healthy baby boy that fed like a champ for the first time. Boy can the child scream! Much louder than L.L. at that age. Then I broke a fever. When I was admitted into labor and delivery I had a low grade fever of 99˚, no one seemed to even sneeze over that. However, after birth it spiked up to 101˚. I felt like a radiating heater and I was shaking like a leaf. I couldn’t keep my teeth from rattling or my hands and legs from shaking. This is a normal occurrence when you have an epidural, not usually this bad. My doctor kept telling the nurse to get me medicine because I wouldn’t stop shaking until the fever went down. It was kinda funny because she seemed annoyed with the nurse doing everything but that. (Have I mentioned how much I love my doctor?) So, after I get medicine and start to get control of my limbs we all went to the NICU, but this hospital doesn’t call it that, it’s the Special Care Nursery. Not sure why, but ok. Maybe it’s another kind of “Political Correctness” to make all of us new parents feel better…?

We ended up being there for 6 days. It’s a 3 day minimum, upon admittance. Then they noticed he had rapid breath, so they took an x-ray. With that they saw liquid in his lungs, so they started him on an antibiotic regiment for three to five days. They do this because it can develop into pneumonia, which can be fatal to a newborn. One of the nurses told us that she isn’t in favor of antibiotics, but in this case she agrees with the course of action. Because before it was standard operating procedure they used to lose babies from waiting just to see if it turned into a problem. Don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t argue with that.

The cool part in this whole ordeal is that I got an extra day in the hospital where they brought me food! (YAY – Gil was happy with that since he remarked I would have ate us out of house and home the way my appetite grew, overnight!) The night nurse, also,  put us on a list to get a sleep room, so I didn’t have to leave the hospital when I was discharged. You see, Scripps Mercy Hospital has these rooms that they allow you to stay in, so you are close by to nurse your baby. No staff to help you out, just a room. (I felt a little bit like I was staying at a hotel.) They say that if they are going to promote breastfeeding they need to make it easier on the mother. Which I completely agree with and was so grateful to get the ONE AND ONLY single room they offer. Those rooms are hard to come by and even harder to get the single. If I had to share a room Gil and L.L. couldn’t have come to see me unless we were in the waiting room. We were beyond lucky with that one!

So, after I was discharged they moved me to the sleep room and I waited until his little lungs cleared out. That didn’t happen until the 6th day. Since he was both in the middle of the night and his meds were twice a day the pediatrician for the Special Care Unit let us go a day early. He figured we were only missing one round of the antibiotics and his x-ray was clean so we could do with going home that afternoon. We were elated! It came as a shock since we were planning on going home the next day, but it was a welcomed surprise since the next day was July 4th! It’s funny how things work in the ‘NICU’, they keep you informed, but seem to like the surprise of telling you at the last minute you can go home. We saw this happen to many other babies during our stay.

I have to say that the nurses/staff there were outstanding. They gave L.L. a big sister voucher for the cafeteria and a few to Gil and I. Plus, a parking pass! Just in that alone we saved a fortune. As stressful as it was, I felt taken care of and respected by the staff. They made the long stay much more bearable. Mom and baby hospitals are all the rage here in San Diego, but I have to say that I highly recommend Scripps Mercy. I gave birth two times there and was very happy.

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July 12, 2014
by gwendolyn
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Our Second Birth Story

Our big day was June 27th, baby boy decided to arrive 4 days ahead of schedule. Kinda funny, considering L.L. arrived 4 days late. Let’s hope that’s not foreshadowing.

It all started on Wednesday night. I could tell that the Braxton Hicks had changed. Gil’s high school buddy was in town, so he had gone out to dinner to catch up with him and I stayed home to try to squeeze in one more freezer meal. By the way, I got three of 5 of them finished! I think it’s pretty substantial considering I felt like I was in labor all week long. When Gil got home from dinner, I told him I wouldn’t be surprised if I didn’t make it through the night. Alas, I was wrong. I made it through the whole night and then to the afternoon!

Thursday morning I had planned to do some last minute running around, or maybe fit in one more freezer meal, before the in-laws arrived, but my body had another idea. I was pretty miserable and couldn’t get off the couch. Good thing L.L. didn’t mind because even though I wanted to I could barely move without more pain than I would like to have experienced. Luckily, Gil was scheduled to come home early from work to pick up his folks at the airport (I told you baby boy was going to be good to them).

After calling my doctor we were off to the hospital. She wanted me to get checked, just in case I had a slow amniotic leak. L.L. stayed with the grandparents. I’m pretty sure that Gil wasn’t thinking we would be admitted, but we were! It took them a while to get the culture back but when the nurse came in and said “they saw the fern!” (meaning, there was amniotic fluid present) I was relieved. We were taken into a delivery room, I was hooked up to machines and then we waited. Well, first I got an epidural. Since I had been feeling contractions for so long I wanted to get that thing, pronto!

This time around I felt the needle, the cold of cleaning and more cold of numbing, then the medicine going in and whatever else happened for me to not feel all that pain of contractions. I don’t know why I felt all of it…the IV going in, taking blood for us to donate the chord blood, and the epidural (several different sensations with that one). What I didn’t have a problem with was the penicillin (positive for Group B Strep, again!). Not sure if you recall, but that was the worst part about my last birth story. Check it out here. I told the nurse that the penicillin felt like acid in my veins so she diluted it and IT ACTUALLY WORKED! I only felt it when they had to switch back to hydration before receiving the epidural – which was nothing, comparatively.

THEN we waited, and waited, and waited…the good part about that was we were able to sleep. Both of us needed it, badly. I had been sleeping like crapola from the pregnancy and Gil had been on call where he was up since about 2AM. Naps were necessary and we were VERY lucky to get them. Gil said it was probably a good thing that he was beyond exhausted, because the chair that converted into a bed wasn’t all that comfortable.

Next came a huge POP, which felt like a balloon popping from inside my body…however, in actuality it was my bag of waters completely breaking. I couldn’t believe I felt it that strongly. It woke me up like someone had kicked me! I woke up Gil and then called the nurse. When she got there I was still feeling fine. But before she could get back to the nurses station I was calling again saying that I was feeling the need to bare down.

I cannot properly explain how it all felt. First, I was consumed with pain, then I realized that I wasn’t sure I could keep the baby in to wait for the doctor to arrive. It felt like his head had started to come out and was laying inside my left bum cheek. You see, I had been sleeping on my side and didn’t feel like I could turn to my back without the baby slipping out on his own. The whole thing was surreal.

Luckily, the nurse and Gil helped me through the whole ordeal (breathe slowly, in and out, while holding Gil’s hand as hard as I could), AND my doctor arrived quickly (whew!). When she got there she seemed annoyed that the nurse didn’t hand me the epidural button so I could feed myself some more. I pushed the button one more time and then it was time to push the baby out. Honestly, I was so relieved. Just waiting that short period of time “not pushing” was exhausting because the urge to push was insurmountable. During the whole waiting period I kept telling Gil that I had no idea how people keep having kids or do this without any pain medication.

Now, onto “the pushing”. I did three rounds of pushing and then, wah-la! We had a baby boy. Luckily, I had enough of the epidural to take the edge off, but I could still feel everything happening. First, the head, then one shoulder, then second shoulder and BABY! After that I felt the placenta ooze out. None of that was painful, but I could still feel it. It was pretty cool. The plus side is I didn’t feel all drugged up, like last time, leaving the delivery room. That high that you get after running a marathon is the elated feeling you get after birth, too. It’s all pretty rad, if you ask me.

We kept a little time chart, again, so we could remember when everything happened. Here it is:

4:00pm    Arrived at the hospital
6:20pm    Admitted into Labor and Delivery
8:30pm    Received Epidural
2:20am    Bag of Waters Broke (spontaneously)
2:35am    My OB arrived
2:41am    Baby Boy Fuentes was Born!

June 27, 2014   |    2:41 am    |    8 lbs. 2 oz.    |    20 inches 

Our little family is complete and we couldn’t be happier. There is more to this story, but this is getting too long so I will save the after birth stuff for another day.

Here is our little prince! I have yet to come up with a clever nickname for this blog, so for now I will just go with whatever comes to mind.

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June 23, 2014
by gwendolyn
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The Final Countdown!

Yes, you should be reading that in your head to Europe’s catchy tune!

Tomorrow I’m officially 39 weeks. It’s a busy week, and as I said in the last post, I think that baby boy is waiting on Grammy and Papi to arrive on Thursday. That is a good thing.

My biggest day is tomorrow. Let the cleaning lady in at 7am, did I mention I got a groupon because I just cannot clean anything more than I have to this past month? It is so difficult to just bend over or get up from the floor I’m wiped by making the dang bed! Then, I drop off L.L. at her preschool/daycare. Come home for a few minutes, just to head out to my chiropractor appointment (thank goodness it’s only 10 streets away). Get home to be there before the cleaning lady leaves. Bask in the glory of my newly cleaned home (that I didn’t have to do myself). Pick up L.L. after a shower (yay)! Lastly, go to see Joseph and The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. << This is the most exciting! I’ve been waiting since high school to see it and couldn’t be happier that I have made it this far with the pregnancy to get to see it. Now, I just need to be able to sit all the way through it!

Wednesday, I will make freezer meals after I drop off L.L. at preschool/daycare. I’m planning to make 5 meals, we will see how many I get through. Normally it’s hard for me to get through dinner prep. There’s also a grocery run somewhere before all that prep that’s gotta happen. Lord, help me! After all that, we will have a short visit with Gil’s old friend visiting from out of town, then, I’m sure I will pass out.

Thursday, the in-laws arrive and I have L.L. so that will be a fun day. Let’s hope I make it that far. What do you think? I’m taking all bets now.

p.s. We finally decided on a name this weekend! That makes me feel like we are actually ready for the little buggar to arrive.

June 21, 2014
by gwendolyn
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38 Weeks 4 Days With #2

Hello – hello – I’m still here and pregnant! To be completely honest I am beginning to overcome all the pain that I last explained to you. Well, maybe it’s best described as acceptance, as the days tick by and I’m still living in achy crotch land. I gotta tell ya that the Braxton Hicks are still kickin’ pretty hard, but it’s ok. He’ll come out when he’s ready.

At my last OB appointment, yesterday, there wasn’t much more movement towards labor. Still dilated 2 cm, where my OB said that she didn’t think she would see me for birth this week, but she wouldn’t be surprised if I went either. I take that as 50/50, but feel like I just might make my due date now. Before that appointment I was pretty sure he was going to arrive maybe a week or so early.

Oh well, I’m not that bad off. Plus, my in-laws get into town on Thursday. They like to be there for the birth, so I’m thinking baby boy is just trying to throw them a bone. I’m ok with that.

So, here are the belly pics!

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June 18, 2014
by gwendolyn
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The Underbelly

You know, the side of something that isn’t normally seen…

Well, this post is going to be all about just that. So, if you are the kind of person who doesn’t want to know about all the turmoil a pregnancy can bring, please stop reading now. Or if you are squirmish and don’t like talk of poo, stop reading now! While all you ladies who say no one ever told you about that (before or during pregnancy), here is your chance. I’m about to tell you.

First: constipation.
Yep, I said it – totally blocked up to the point of felling like you are going to birth a baby from the wrong place! I never knew it could be that painful to just take a simple poo. Not just that it felt like a watermelon was trying to get out, but that it wouldn’t come out AT ALL! Two times I actually got some relief after all that work, but it wasn’t over there. Oh no, it couldn’t just remain as the most painful, sweat inducing process I’ve ever experienced. It had to clog the toilet as well! Ahhhhhh…not only did this happen once, but several times. Why, you might ask? Well, because these little jerks were quite seriously hard as rocks. Tiny little pebbles of hard rock packed together. They couldn’t be flushed!!! Gross and natural and something I never want to deal with again – NEVER!
TIP (pregnant friends): either leave it there over night to let it soften up or flush right away at each piece that falls (if that’s possible).

Second: round ligament pain. 
For me, the first pregnancy had this and I recall it being pretty painful, but this is a whole different ballgame. For instance, just the other week my pelvic pain was so bad I couldn’t stand or move either of my legs, out of the blue, without crying out in massive pain. I kept trying to lift my legs to walk out of the kitchen with no luck. The stabbing pain took my breath away at each try. Our living room is all of 3 feet from where I was by the counter in the dining room. That wonderful comfy chair should have been easy to get to, instead it felt like it was a football field’s length away. After deciding I refused to cry, but still panicking I began to get down on my hands and knees. Crawling was the only bright idea I could come up with. I knew that laying on the hard wood floor was a bad idea, so what’s a girl to do? The crawling ended up working, but those 3 feet took me 7-8 minutes to cross because any movement for those muscles was excruciating pain. Once I made it to the chair I just sat there, waiting. It was awesome. To add insult to injury, I could see my phone across the room, but there was no way to get to it and the tv remotes were on the opposite side. So I stayed sitting there, adjusting ever so gently since sitting wasn’t the greatest feeling either. Gil eventually came home and I eventually got my mobility back. So far, this is the worst that it has been and I am thankful for that!
TIP: chiropractic and stretching

Third: hip pain.
This one is pretty much like the last. Everything is so strained that my sciatica is acting up. Leaving my right bum cheek to take the brunt end of it. For me, it’s a feeling of the baby trying to push my leg out of socket. I keep saying I’m going to be walking one day and leave my leg behind me after it falls out of place. It truly feels just like that’s happening. Or did. Now it’s a numbing feeling, followed by tingling and sharp pains. It’s so nice that I tend to cry out in pain, without warning. I’ve now gotten used to it, but those around me aren’t so unfazed. That’s a fun one to explain to a stranger.
TIP: chiropractic and streching (pulling your leg over your body while laying down or taking a tennis ball to your bum and rolling over it to massage the tension)

Fourth: braxton hicks.
Oh braxton hicks, this is another new phenomenon for this pregnancy. I was SO LUCKY last time and didn’t experience them! Thank goodness. ‘Cause they are no joke. For me, they feel like menstration cramps that cycle around the abdomen. Then move to the crotch and make your pelvis bones ache. Then move onto the back, for what I assume is light back labor pains. However, don’t think that these are so light, they totally suck! My last appointment at the OB was enlightening enough, that I found out I was having these fake contractions all the time. Perfect! This baby is all the way on the outside of my body (meaning outside of the ribs). Which isn’t how it felt the first time, she was all on the inside making it hard to breathe and what not. So, I’m thankful to get around that one. Yet, the braxton hicks are putting baby boy into a little ball pressing on the outside of my belly skin and crotch. It’s not as bad as all the rest, just uncomfortable. Yay, me!
TIP: ice, warm bath, and resting.

So, for now, just call me ice crotch. It’s fitting! Any questions…you know where to find me.

June 16, 2014
by gwendolyn
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Father’s Day 2014

What can I say, I’m no different from every other wife posting all over Facebook that I’m married to the “best Daddy on the planet”. I just don’t post there, because Gil wouldn’t see it. Lucky you, he reads all of these, so I’ll post it here.

L.L.’s Daddy is one of the good ones. In fact, I just met someone he knew in high school this past weekend, who made the same comment. Who am I to argue with every person we meet that always says the same thing!? L.L. is so in love with Daddy it might make me a little upset, if I didn’t fit into the same little box. She runs to see him everyday he comes home from work, asks for him when she wakes up, and learns a lot of her wonderful quirks from him. Example: butterfly kisses and eskimo kisses (I tried to get her behind those and no luck, but Daddy did it)! All in all, I’m pretty cool, but Daddy is in a league of his own.

More examples of his greatness…he has also taken over a lot of the disciplining while we are trying to have a peaceful dinner or weekend afternoon or whenever L.L. decides an epic tantrum is in order. Which is anytime and most of the time, these days. I borrowed the Love and Logic book from a friend, he read it right away. I still have to get through it. He started implementing and it seems to be going well for him. Me, on the other hand, I’m not so successful with anything, recently. He helps me with so many things, since I haven’t been able to do much during this pregnancy. Laundry gets done, baby stuff gets put away, cleaning…and so much more. We are one lucky family.

I’m sad to say that I wasn’t feeling well at all yesterday to do that much for Father’s Day. My round ligament, braxton hicks, and hip pain were at a pretty high level, so I sat on the couch trying to remedy myself for a large portion of the day. He went about the day, just like any other, and had no complaints. Even made mac and cheese for a late dinner, since our lunch outing was after L.L.’s nap.

We still had a good day together, tho. Here’s the proof:

Happy Daddy.

Happy Daddy.

Pizza, pizza, pizza!

Pizza, pizza, pizza!

It's the one thing we know L.L. will eat at a restaurant.

It’s the one thing we know L.L. will eat at a restaurant.

Helping Daddy enjoy his yummy beer.

Helping Daddy enjoy his yummy beer.

Daddy with L.L.

Daddy with L.L.

Playtime!

Playtime!

Almost got it...

Almost got it…

Success...and that folks, is called bobbing for pacifier.

Success…and that folks, is called bobbing for pacifier.

Sharing ice cream with Daddy.

Sharing ice cream with Daddy.

Salted caramel was a huge hit for this toddler.

Salted caramel was a huge hit for this toddler.

Where is the baby?

Where is the baby?

Kisses for baby.

Kisses for baby.

More kisses...

More kisses…

Now we have to give hugs to Domingo.

Now we have to give hugs to Domingo.

They DO love each other. (Even play together on occasion)

They DO love each other. (Even play together on occasion)

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, GIL! We love you more than we can say. xo

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