New blog.

Blogger bothers me.
It refuses to work correctly on my phone.
Plus. It doesn't have an app.
Conclusion.
We are now separated...
And highly doubters will "work it out".
You see, ive found something better.
Goodbye Blogger.
We've had our days in the sun.
Lol.
Ya'll can visit me at
WWW.modernhippiemama.Wordpress.com
They have an app.
The end

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Because he's needy....but I love him

I have returned.
Well...at least for one post.
Fear not my faithful readers (2?)

I have indeed been absent. Guess why.
Yes of course! I am, in fact, a mom. And the mini human who gave me
said title is now a 4 1/2 month old bundle of slobber, demands and
teeth. Oh Lordy the teeth!
I feel for him though. The feeling of small shards slowly sawing
through your soft tissue on a daily basis really does not sound fun.
You want baby updates:
Um.
He can sit up now. Unaided. Though he protests. He also protest laying
down. Yes, he is indecisive.
He talks....constantly. Well it actually sounds like ninja cries, and
will totally catch you off guard if your not prepared.
He is in 18-24 clothes. They are a big baggy but fit snugg length wise.
He love love LOVES the dog...... He grabs hard and hangs on tight.
Bently...is overall a good sport.

Um. Yup.
He's something else.
I really don't know we lived without him. Ever!

Jon sent in his application to gonzaga. Now we just have to get him to
Yakima to take his GMAT. Ugh tests. I do not envy him...though I am
very proud!

Yea. Life has been...crazy. Talk about leaning and trusting in the
Lord. But HE has provided for us in ways I've never exspected. And I
am very greatful. In all reality we should be living in our car eating
top ramen and saltines now. But we are not. Praise God.

So. School is a...start over ... I guess. New job. New ( well for jon)
place. Pay off debt. Everything. I'm not going to pretentious it will
be easy. But it will be worth it.

Three months ago I was....

Yep. That's right. It's been 3 months. Almost. Three months ago right
now I was just about ready to die. And. Also. Believed I might. That
pain is but a distant memory now. Praise God!
But my little guy is not so little anymore.
He actually rather giant like.
Our recient achievements have included rolling over ( my this I mean
he's actually doing it more consistantly now..... He began this last
month)
Grabbing things and putting them in his mouth.
Keeping his hands in his mouth.
Always. Always with the slobbery hands in the mouth.
Having the strenth to sit up by himself.... Though we are wobbley.
New sounds
A facination with food
A new cry quite unlike
The little baby cry that is.....how shall I say.... Very
annoying...and henceforth....very effective)
No more wobbley head

He's quite the little man now. Very very sure of himself as well.
We love him.
But.
Who wouldn't
He's pretty awesome.

A society raised on lies

Overthe last year I have pretty much only blogged about pregnancy and
babies. And while that is pretty much the theme of my life..... I do
still have a mind which I on occation use.
Lately I've come across some pretty interesting and some pretty gross
things involving childhood education and indoctrination. First being a
post from this blog which I posted on facebook ( http://stewartspeak.com/
) talking about the book " why mommy is a democrat" and how they
save the world. Democrats aren't satans minions. But really. This is
crap.
Second:
I had a conversation with my mother (who is a teacher currently
teaching my old preschool /kindergarten class back in Idaho) who was
telling me of some fourth grade material on "safe homosexual sex" with
illustrated how-tos on fisting. Really. First of all... O MY GOSH! I
do not and would never want my fourth grader hearing these things.
But..... I refuse to be dumb. I know that fourth graders are more
informed and exsperianced at their age than I probably was at 16.
( sad) but really. Who gets of thinking it's okay to teach any child
of any age this stuff. And that it's the schools place to do so.
Crap
Crap
Crappity crap.
I am a parent now.
So I can say this with ferver.
I'll be damned if I let the world indoctrinate my son in this way.
Period.

...side effects...

Tubes.
Still.
Weak.
Still.
Starving.
Still.
On couch.
Still.
Now.
Mastitis.
What's one more.
Ahh.
I can't win.

My hospital journey.....

I have been gone.
I know.
Here's why.
Wednesday and Thursday mornin I was gearing up for company coming.
All our family was coming up for what was suppose to be Jadens Baby
detication at church today.
My parents come from Idaho.
My inlaws and sister-in-law came up from Yakima. They are currently
staying at my other sister-in-laws house.
Friday was lovely.....
UNTIL........
We got takeout from brown latern.
I got a Chicken sandwhichand some
Fries(<-triggers attacts try tell me) z. I got chicken because I had
indeed slowly began transitioning back to a vegan diet. To feel
better. My body liked it. But by gollie those turkey sandwhiches were
nice during pregnancy.
Anyway.
Sidetracked.
Sorry.
Small chest pain immediately after dinner.
Not worried.
Had major acid reflux during pregnancy.
Since My son was born I had had 3 other episodes of pain like this. I
began attributing it to has that got
Stuck in my tummy. Babies do in fact rearrange your insides. No.fun.
Those episodes of pain had usually lasted about 30 minutes.
They.
Were.
HORRID.
I would liken them to labor pains. It felt like a contraction in my
rib cage that never let go .
Anyway.
It happened this time.
Only THIS time it
WOULDN'T STOP!!!!!!!
Hours went by.
Luckily baby was sleepy.
I only had to feed him once.
It started at about 8pm.....
It persist.
Then came bathroom time.
I did
Everything you can imagine in there.
( well I guess that's how demented you are...maybe not everything)
Came to the hospital at about 4am
They think it's my gallblatter.
Get nausia and pain meds.
They are good.
No....great.
Ultrasound time.
Very strange to have an ultrasound and NOT be looking at baby.
Gallstones.
Lots of them.
Little ones.
The kinds that travel places.
They told
Me if it worked it's way into a certain area.....that that pain would
be 10x worse AND it would be uncurable. I'd live with it for the rest
of my life.
I did not like this option.
After some tears and deliberation.
They immediately scheduled my surgery.
Went in at 1.....
Don't remember passing out.
Last thing I remember I was talking to the nurse about being able to
see my gallblatter. I like
That sorta thing.
I came out at 2:30
Woke up at 3:30
Back to the room by 4:30
Jon is much better now.....I think he was a wreck.....though we will
not admit it.
So...I saw it. It was packed with little stones.
I believe them now.
My gallblatter was also much smaller than I would Have though.
Odd.
They were se naughty little stones that made their way towards my
intestines. They are stuck. That is why i vomit up all my food. Have
to go for a second proceedure at a different hospital today...
(hopfully) sometime.
They go down through my mouth to
Flush them out.
Yay.
Not so thrilled.
I gag.
So I stopped taking my morphine. Didn't think
It did a whole lot.

Have sething like Motron for pain....bit it made me throw up....so
then they gave me anti nausia meds.
Which didn't really help.
So I stopped that too.
I am now just on a fluid iv.
It hurts but.....
I'd rather deal with that then the side effects.
Also.
I'm
Pumping.
Or
Trying to.
But you don't make much milk when u have no water and no food!!!!!
So.....poor guys getting formula too.
He LOVES it I'm told. Not happy about that bit I am glad he's eating.
And it's okay since I can't feed him much now.
But.
Bottom line.
I HATE that my babys getting fed out of a can.... And that I can feed
him now.
I pumped a full bottle this morning.
Last pump was about 1 1/2 oz:(
Hospital pumps work better though.
So anyway.
Im soooo thirsty
I only get ice.
Next I get to DRINK water
Then juice.
Then jello
Then broth....which I
Will live
On this week most likely.
The low
Fat to a NO FAT diet for the next two months.
Low fat for the rest of my life.
And very small meals. Always.
No thanksgiving for me:)
Guess I am destined to be a veggie/vegan:)
Thank you frenchfries.
I hate you.

Day three

This is a sad excuse for blog.
But it has been a very. Bad. Day.
The small wonder is sick.
Very cranky.
Very clingy.
Very needy.
Hmmmm.
I'm tired.
Company tomorrow.
my parents are coming for the baby detication on Sunday.
Need to clean the house.
But when.
Ouch.
My head.
Goodnight.
Sleep would be nice.
But...
Alas.
It is unlikely.

Day two

Well I made two so far...
Perhaps that's it.
So yesterday cont.....

My darling child would NOT nap yesterday.... He finally took his first
nap since 9am at 245pm. Yeah. Cranky. No doubt.
My eye dr appt was at 345.....so I had to wake him up twenty minutes
before. Now he's hungry...even though he ate 30 minutes ago..he has
since then slept...and is now hungry.
Now I put him in in his car seat.
To say he hates this is an understatement. He loaths this.you see... I
do not have one of these children that fall asleep when the car starts
going. No. He screams.... Forever. The only way he calms sown is if we
are on the freeway for more than 30 minute. He likes going fast. So
this will come in handy when we travel for holidays.... But not
everyday.
So he screamed.
We got there.
He screamed.
Jon was late at relieving me.
So the nice eye people stalled and allowed me to feed him.
Jon came.
More screaming.
From my son not jon.
But alas time for eye exam.
My eye doctor talks fast.
He is very informative.
But a fast talker.
He told me I have abnormally large eyeballs.
He said it was not a compliment.
I'm evidently just a freak of nature.
I also have many lil quirky things in my eyes that are very
uncommon.:..especially for those of us not ordering off of the SC menu.
He told me my eyes were worse.
I knew that.
That is in fact why we were there.
Duh.
He also told me my left eye is slowly becoming nonfuctional......as a
result I should exspect to be legally blind ..( if not entirely
blind)....later in life. We do not know when. Yay.
Thus is not uncommon.
My aunt is legally blind in the exact same eye.

On another note.
My son.
Quite unhappy this week.
Dunno.

Uh...

Already a day late

Someone....who does not even read my blog.....challenged me to write a
blog every day this month. Now...we all know that us not going to
happen....really
But
I.....SHALL.....TRY.
I suppose.
The problem being....I don't think I have that much to write about....

Today is Monday. I hate Mondays. See it is possible to not have to get
up, get ready then drive to work and STILL hate Mondays. I hate it
cause one the weekends my husbands home, we see people, do things, or
even just stay home and cuddle on the couch watching movies. On
Mondays....jon goes back to work and my other life starts. Now...I am
not so insecure that I need social interaction 24/7......that's not
it.....what it is......
This means jon works then comes home for dinner....and you see....my
husband is blessed with the gift of sleep. A superpower really. This
enables him to fall asleep ANYWHERE....at ANYTIME....almost
instantly...and sleep HARD and sleep LONG! This isn't his fault
really...he was actually genetically predisposed to this. If you've
never seen a Lentsch in their natural habbitat...you connot fully
comprehend this.(In becoming a Lentsch....sadly.... I did not inherit
this superpower)
That being said I shall not see my husband till Saturday afternoon....
And a week is a long time to go without grownup interaction.
I shall miss sanity till then ...

Meanwhile...I spend day after day with the second most lovable guy in
my life. He has discovered...as every boy does....the joys of passing
gas......and always ends a good round with a large smile and a
rambling of happy sounds which cannot at this time be dubbed as
laughing or talking....but very happy none the less.
Boys...
Also...in efforts to speak my son has formed a very peculiar way of
trying..... He sucks air in really hard to talk instead of letting it
out like normal people. It sounds something like....."gaaaaaa-----
aaaiirrrreeeee"
Not unlike his cry for food....
"hhuuunnnngggggeeee"

It's quite comical really.

Today I go for an eye exam...since being pregnant totally distroyed
what little I had left of my vision.
I shall like to see again
Now I'll once again be able to read signs while I drive .
However my husband may not be home like we planned...which means I may
be taking my grumpy child with me. I have no idea how that's going to
go down...
Stand by

A rainy day on the west coast...

The wind is calmly blowing through the trees causing them to lose
their clothing leaf by leaf.
The fallen are now rather wet, causing them to stick to my pant legs
as I walk through them. It is fall and it is beautiful....mostly.
This Lovely autumn stroll is not pleasure jaunt outside......but
rather a dutiful walk through my back yard on which I gather the nasty
little remnants of my furry "children"
So as beautiful...this fall business....but I was reminded of one
small yet important fact.
Leaves fall on top of poo...and then the rain falls . This keep those
little nuggets fresh and ....aaa..... Moist and otherwise very sticky
for things like shoes...more specifically...mine.
Ahhhh autumn!

**squish**

....

Good morning Wednesday, is that you? Pardon me Wednesday, you looked
the same as Tuesday, and also remarkably like Monday. Hmmm.
If you had told me a month ago that I would still be redoing on the
couch, that my child would still be just as fussy, and would have not,
to date, slept anywhere but on people. I may have cried. I may still
cry.
It is true, you can not claim "tired" until you have had a
newborn .... There have been days where I forget my childs name or
call him bentley...(our dogs name)... Not because I forget my sons
name...oh no... Simply because my brain is so far gone that really,
I'm lucky to come up with any name at all.
I feel like the crazy cat lady from the simpsons.....and at
times...look remarkably like her as well!
Many people have been asking me as of late when it is I plan on
returning to work. Hah! Right! As if I have even had the time or brain
power to think of such things! Simply put... I am so not ready and
intend not to be ready till next year. That being said I will be
finding a job in which my son may accompany me. Hard yes. Impossible
no. Having worked in a daycares and ECEC's, I would neversend my child
to one if I didn't have to! That being said, I admire those who
return to work after 6 weeks of maternity leave. Not because I envy
you, oh no, it's because I realized what a truely crazy thing it is.
If I would have still been employed at my last job I would have
actually gone back to work this week. I am SO glad I didn't have to.
Now please don't get me wrong...there is a difference between needing
and wanting to go back to work. So basically I'm saying...is 6 ( or
whatever) weeks are up and u detest having to return to prebaby life
already, your okay by me.
Jaden has come to REFUSE his pacifier now....after we had such a love
for it....AND after such tramatic life events have happened that
warranted it's use more than ever. Instead though, my son has resorted
to fist sucking or more often, forearm sucking. This is very loud and
juicy, and leaves faint hicky marks on his arm. A skill I'd rather he
not yet aquire.
Okay...
There was more was going to say...but appearently my mind is hiding it
from me....it does playvtjose silly games often now.
So for now....
THE END

Thoughts....

I've been told many times in the past that is pretty common that
bigger babies are never full. That they will eat and eat and
eat........ Almost consistantly....... All day.
Well........
Now I see that is true.
My son loves to eat....... Loves it. He does it well and he does it
often. We are able to tell the difference now between "I want boobie"
and "I NEED boobie" in his pleas......
But the "I need" comes often.
It's okay
My body is trying to keep up.
But...... There is something he does that makes
Up for those bellows of hunger.
Every time he eats he intertwines his fingers and crosses his arms on
his chest just below his chin.
Its so stinking cute

Sleep.

True,sleep has been lacking greatly in our lives. And that has more or
less sucked. Because......
Nit only is it sleep depervation.....BUT...... A very angry screaming
little boy.
For hours....
Especially in the hours between 1-4 am
We hate gas.
Alas...
The last two nights...
No screams.....
No gas.....
Just happy sleeping baby:)
Which means.....
Happy sleeping mommy
And happy sleeping daddy....
It's a win win win.
Thank you God!

The story.....

Okay so some people have asked for the low down as far as the birth
goes......and right now I'm riding in the car with a sleeping baby who
loves his car seat(praise God) .... So I actually have two hands:)

Okay so it all started last Sunday night (9/13) ..... I started to
feel very sick and feverish.... Lucky for me I was at church and
having to be social...ugh.
Went home and crawled into bed at about 10:30....
Woke up at 12:30am with bad contractions..... Though still
tollerable..... At this point they were about 15 minutes apart so I
could fall asleep in between.....
About 1:30 I started having a bloody show.....( lovely baby thing I
know)
Contractions continued..... Harder and closer together..... However at
this point I'm still in total denial....... After all it could be
hours or it could be days.... So why get your hopes up. Jon went to
work at 6:30 on the agreement that I call the midwife at 8. At this
point contractions are about 6-8 minutes apart.
Called midwife.... She laughed and said to get to the birthing center
asap. I tested possitive for GBS so I needed my IV.
So.... I called jon and he came home right away. And then my worst
fear happened...( well my worst fear at this point in time) my
contractions totally stopped cause I got excited. Ugh
They checked me at the hospital still only 1 cm and 80%.
So they made me walk for an hour to see if I progressed at all
....or they tried until the fire drill started and we were locked in
the triage room ...( needless to say it's hard to get any walking done
in a 4x4 room)
Fire alarm stopped
We walked in the halls for 5 minutes....
I layed back down.....
She prepped to check me.....
And WHOOPS!!!!! My water broke right there on the table..... And
so.... Even though they would have sent me home home for lack of real
substantial progress.... They now had to keep me and start gbs
treatment.
My contractions picked up again and stayed about 4 minutes apart but
got much mire intense and lasted about 1 1/2 minutes.
I LOVED the day shift nurses.... They rocked. My triage nurse I knew
from a womens retreat with our church..... I loved her. My replacement
Nurse/ lactation consultant was the most wonderful person. She was
totally supportive with us..... She said the reason she did her jon
was because of people like us who wanted to do everything naturally.
Okay so iv time.... They put me on fluids too. I'm a hard draw so this
took two nurses then a specialist to find anything.
My parents are currently speeding down i90 from idaho hoping to make
it on time.... They did.....around 730pm.
It started getting really hard right after that..... On a pain scale
I'd say about a 9..... Just because later..... The really painful part
is sooo far past describable pain that on a scale of 1 to 10..... It's
about a 120!!!
Hmmm.... K so I went in the bath......ugh.....it was nice for a while.
Cold though.
Didn't last long ......I spent most of my time in my hands and
knees.... It was the most comfortable I could be...,either that or
standing up.
Around 9 pm I was starting to lose my mind.
They started to be concerned about his heartrate and continually
monitored him with the fetal monitor...... Damn things wouldn't stay
and the nurse fussed with it constantly .( new shift of nurses
now..... I hated them)

Tried the tub again...... This is about when I hit the NAP
stage.....things calmed down a little and I fell asleep between
contractions .
And then.....
I Had to push......NOW!!!!!
But they wouldn't let me...... They told me to "breath through it" and
not push for over 2 hours.....
That....was hands down....the worst pain I have ever felt in my life.
They becamed very concerned with his size at this point....his head
was also slightly cocked so he was having a hard time coming down. I
never did stop pushing like they told me to....I couldn't . Funny
thing is that the nurse kept saying "don't push....but whatever your
doing....it's working ". Hah! I WAS pushing! Dumb nurse
Once they finally let me push it was another two hours..... His heart
rate went crazy and theynput an internal fedal monitor on his head...
I hated that..... But..... Whatever
Something horrid about seeing something screwed into your babies head.
They started threatening c-cection now cause try didn't think he would
fit..... That pissed me off and with what sanity I had left ( which
mind you wasn't hardly any.... I couldn't speak or really move at this
point.... Just scream.) I cried out to God....asking him to just let
my baby be okay and that I could do this. And then He made it
possible.......
Then they were worried about bad tearing ..... Which I did but didn't
have to get cut....
Then they were worried about his shoulders breaking..... They didn't.
And then...... Pushing was over( mind you pushing was the best part of
the whole thing..... So not as painful as contractions!!!!)
They told me to reach down and pull out my baby..... I really didn't
think I'd actually have to pull... But I did.......
My child was huge! I was shocked!! They kept saying "oh he's not that
big" and I kept saying " look at his hands! He IS huge"
He was beautiful.... Well to me...... His poor little head was
sooosqjished and bruised from the journey.......and he had the most
vernix I have ever seen on a baby......i actually left hand prints on
his back.....
So there was my little man.....Jaden Ray Lentsch
Born at 4:20 am.... Yes 4:20....September 15th, 2009
He was huge...9lb 9oz. 21 1/2 inches
38cm head...... Yeah38!!!!! And you only dialate to 10! Yeah! I do
feel a bit of pride having done it 100% natural:)

He is sooo beautiful and I love him so very very much....
I also love my husband more than ever.... There is no way I could have
done it without him.... No way! And to see him be a father to our son
is incredible......
God has blessed me with a wonderful little family.
Since then it's been rough...... Getting into things with my nocturnal
baby:) but every day gets a little better and we get a bit more sleep.
The moral of the story.....
It sucked but it was all worth it!
I'm in love:)

A mommy.....?.........huh

Well it's real!
He's here.
The most beautiful little miracle I have ever seen!
It still has not totally set in that he's mine though....
Wow......
I'm in love

Due date #2

Here we are...
September 10th, 2009....
No baby still of course....
That's okay though.
I called the hospital yesterday to double check who the midwife on
call this week is..... And it is indeed Dr. Evil.
So I am perfectly content to wait till Monday for baby to make his way
out..... And from there we have two weeks before she is on again.
My favorite midwife is on call the 16th- 20th..... So next weekend
would be great:)
If we go off this due date ( and the average length of pregnancy being
41weeks + 1 day) then next friday should be the day.... That would be
nice.
However
Next week (the 16th) is our anniversary......... Which is a day we
don't want him to arrive on........... But seeing as how stubborn he
seems already.... It wouldn't surprise me:)
I am okay with going into labor on Wednesday though:)

So yep.... Waiting till Monday at least I hope.....

We shall fall into Dr. Evil's grasp!

The check up (and midwife) from hell....

Okay so want the story? Here goes...

Today was my 38 week appointment. Theyblasr few have gone great and I
was exspecting this one to be the same. I was meeting with
Lynnette.... One of the three midwives..... Who is usually always
pretty nice.
The three of them differ greatly.....
Lynnette is the short and curt one.... Very to the point but no real
bedside manor....
Mary is the bubbly grandma type who skirts around questions as to not
get herself in trouble..... Her bedside manor is pretty good
And Natalie.... My favorite..... Who is right in the middle of those
two..... Will tell me the truth and respect me at the same time.... I
LOVE her!!!
Needless to say she is the one i've seen the least.... Of course

So I get there today and was taken right back..... Good blood pressure
AND I've
Leveled out on the weight gain....finally! ( that makes final count 48
lbs gained since December ......ugh)
Waited for her....
Waited
Waited.....
She opens the door with a "oh hi..... It's you...hmmmm"
"What the hell does that mean?" I'm thinking?!?!?
She asked me how I'm doing.....
And interupted me before I could answer.....
She said " your done aren't you"
( this is a question that they all ask and then chew u out if u tell
the truth)
Of course I said yes....
I got
Lectured

She asked how things were.....
I Told her all that's been happening...
She lectured me that "that's all normal"
I said "yeah I know..... That's why your hearing about it now.... Not
a week ago"
My other midwife
Told
Me
To tell lynnette to check me..... Cause they want to keep an eye in me
cause I'm measuring big...
She butched sooo much about this.... Then I got in trouble...
She threw the sheetnon my lap and told me to get on the table....
First measurement: 40 1/2 cm
Same really
Heartbeat: 140...just fine
"spread your legs"
*WHAM!!!"
She
Pushes full force on my legs....
"OUCH"
Complains and mumbles to herself about how rediculous this check is...
:::::::::TMI moment here::::::
She gloved up and off we go...
( mind u I had this dine last week by a different calmer pleasanter
person... And it didn't hurt at all!!!!! It's a little different when
there's anger behind those fingers!!!!)
It frickin hurt!
Then she was mad cause I was tense..... I told her it was becuase she
was being rough!
She said my cervix was to high To reach
..... Facinating I though.... Since it want last week for the chick
with shorter fingers! Maybe my body is running away from u!!!

She tried a sweep... Well she said she I'd but I don't see how.....
She only attempted for about 1/2 a second.....

She
Mumbled to herself
Then began pushing down HARD on my babies head to make him lower.
I hates this.
Baby really hated this.
I told her to stop
She barked right back that it was my fault vise I told her to check
me....
Well hello... No... I didn't
I was more dialated..... Don't know effacemen or station cause I wa to
busy trying to rescue myself.

She looked at our
Birthplan...... Complained about everything on it....
I asked what was wrong...
She said nothing.... It was just a waste of time cause they did/
didn't do all those things anyway.
I politely said I didn't care... Unwanted it On paper.

I Said thank you ask she left....
She grunted and said "yeah"..... And left

I pulled
Myself
Back together and tried hard not to cry........ Cause I don't cry......
Until I got to the car at least:)

Moral of the story...... Jaden can't come this weekend cause she is on
call.... I think.
And I DONT want to have anything to do with her anymore.
And if I have to go to my appointment on the 29th (oh God please
noooo!!!) I am changing my appointment..... I will not see her again.

Goodbye Lynnette G.
Wish I could say it's been pleasant....but.....

Grr...

I'm done
I'm done
I'm done
I'm done
I'm done
I'm done
I'm done
I'm done
I'm done
I'm done
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I'M DONE BEING PREGNANT PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!