I wrote this letter on International Women's Day, during a rare respite between my daughter's feedings and changings.
Today is International Women's Day and you are 8 days old.
When I look at you, I am full of worry, and wonder, and optimism about how you will grow up and how the world will treat you. Right now, you are zonked out cold in your sleeper, right next to me and your father, who is also napping. You may be dreaming, and I hope that continues. I dream daily that the world will be just a little bit better by the time you try to make those dreams a reality.
Sometimes I fear the world you were born in to. Politics, terror, racism, gender inequality, there are so many things that keep me up at nigh. Things that when I was growing up, shaped my life perhaps in a different direction. Don't get me wrong, I love where I ended up. My parents did an amazing job raising me, I married the love of my life, have a decent job, a wonderful education and now I have you.
However, my hope is you will have more opportunities than I ever did to make your life exactly how you want it to be.
I am encouraged by the movements I've been seeing today and despite the grim reality that sometimes we live in, it is the good people that you see fighting for what they believe in that we need to look to. I hope that your father and I have it in us to raise you to be one of those people.
You are surrounded by so many female friends and family who are fantastic role models to help you achieve what ever goals and dreams you set for yourself. While I have unreasonable expectations as to what wonderous mountains you will move, ultimately, what goals and dreams you decide to chase are yours and yours alone.
What I can hope for and try to teach you, is to be good to people. And I do not mean just making sure you smile at the lady at the Starbucks counter. I mean, open, bleeding heart caring for people you do not know and a resounding love and open affection for those that you do know.
As your great Aunt would say (and still does) "Nice Matters"
Right now, the world is not nice. This includes the world your father has a career in. My unrealistic expectation is that by the time you are grown up, those kinds of people that make things toxic, especially for women, will be long gone and you can choose what kind of career and goals and wishes you want.
What I am trying to say in all my ramblings is that, even if the world is just as toxic as it is now, my hope is that you will grow up to be a caring, selfless, strong, independent, strong-willed woman like the women in your family that came before you.
Love you forever,
Friday, March 9, 2018
Thursday, March 8, 2018
BabyCPK entered this world at about 11:22 am on February 28th. 7 pounds 6 ounces, 20.25 inches long
Short and ungory birth details
We had arrived at the hospital at about 8am on the 27th for an induction, spent 28 hours in the labor and delivery room, and about 18 hours of active labor. I ended up trying for an epidural, which helped with contractions, but was placed too high, so I felt all of the delivery, which I didn't know I wasn't supposed to.
BabyCPK rocking her first onesie. She gets cranky when changed, so this is the best we could do
Breaky was and is an absolutely amazing partner and husband. More than I could have ever even dreamed of. Supportive for every contraction, cutting the cord, taking care of the baby in the recovery room once she was here so I could get some sleep.
He is already a fantastic father! <3
This baby girl takes after her father, in the way that she has the vocal cords to let everyone know she is awake a HYPED. Or, you know, hungry and cranky. All the same thing right?
New gaming shirt? Will BabyCPK make a stream appearance or two? Who's hyped?
Hello world! It's ME.
Thanks to everyone for the well-wishes, the flowers, the presents, the food, the visits, the help. We love you all and appreciate every single one of you. If we forgot to say something directly to you, it is probably because we are blissfully sleep deprived.
Wednesday, February 21, 2018
So we are in the "Final Countdown" so to speak with our pregnancy. Literally any day now. I've been eating dates, bouncing on the yoga ball, walking all over Costco, baking (yes, I have successfully been baking, and for some weird old-wives-tale reason it is supposed to help the baby come?), eating spicy foods and virtually everything else that is supposed to help labor come naturally.
Breaky has been doing a great job of taking care of me. Cold compress? Check! Back massage? Check! Walking with me around Costco? Check!
When he is not helping? He is doing this Project 80 thing for World of Warcraft. Even on the laptop in the living room while we watch the 2018 Olympics. He is super dedicated to getting this completed. If I understand correctly, it basically involved leveling up a WoW character to 80. You can get more information by watching him stream!
I responded to his tweet this morning regarding streaming his Project 80 WoW stuff:
I have created a monster. My husband is SUPER competitive, so when he says "challenge accepted" he means it.
I did have to make sure to let him know he could NOT play while we were in the hospital actually having the baby.
Thursday, February 15, 2018
So this blog post is a little overdue.
Please forgive me, I am pregnant, and everything hurts and I feel like I'm 800 pounds but I cannot stop eating and I keep crying during Olympic commercials.
Many of you may remember the blog post I did about our experience at AMC Theater while seeing Star Wars: The Last Jedi.
Well, a representative from AMC tweeted me after I posted the blog post and a manager ended up emailing us about our experience. We were appropriately compensated and there was a full apology. Mind you, they responded like RIGHT away. Like, holy cow you must really care kind of RIGHT AWAY.
So, huge shout out to AMC Theater for caring enough to make it right, and my apologies to them and everyone for waiting so frickin long to make a blog post expressing our gratitude.
We will absolutely go back to AMC once the baby is here and she is old enough to be with a baby sitter for a night.