1. Los Doyers
As Ollie flipped through his new favorite book, a children’s atlas, he came across a photo of a marathon runner and turned to me and gasped, “BASEBALL!”, which reminded me that Daniel and I have been wanting to take Ollie on a special date before baby 3 comes, so instead of correcting him, I looked up dodger tickets. They were playing tonight (Wednesday) AND against the Colorado Rockies! I text Daniel asking him what he thought about going and if I was being too spontaneous. I have a hard time being spontaneous. He’s the more spontaneous one. I’m the planner. But every once in a while I feel all giddy and wild by deciding to go to a baseball game or take the kids out somewhere last minute. So of course he thought it was a great idea and we got tickets!
Daniel and I love love love Palm Springs. I always had this desire to go there because my mom TMI revealed that’s where I was conceived, so in some ways it’s my homeland and where I strang into existance.
This was our third year going and we figure out how to enjoy it more and more with every trip (which happened to be with less kids this time, go figure). We always stay at the Ace (patio room, do it), but hope to one day upgrade to the Parker. Maybe someday when I’m either not pregnant or with tiny babies…. See you in 2034 Parker!
The first year we went I was around 5 weeks pregnant with Atlas and Ollie was around 14/15 months. It was super fun (besides the nausea + heat combo).
Happy Saturday from Palm Springs! Daniel is still sleeping and I slept in until 5:30am! You’d think without kids you would have no problems sleeping but nope. (Kinda jk, I snoozed in two more 30 min chunks, but still).
Since I’m sans-kids and have all the free time in the world, lemme introduce myself and this lazy “blog” and link up with the other Jenna over at Call Her Happy. Found one of those mega cheese surveys we all would answer in high school because we all know these ask the hardest, deepest questions. (And yes, not all the numbers are there because I deleted some that were just too emo like when was the last time I was so annoyed I cried…)
Besides accepting the fact that I really was pregnant and would have 3 3 and under, accepting that having this baby at home wasn’t the best choice this time around was incredibly difficult. It wasn’t an easy choice at all. It would seem pretty easy going from 2 hard, unmedicated births to the luxury and blessing of possibly having a medicated birth, but it was so much more than that.
When I found out I was pregnant, Atlas’ birth was still so fresh in my mind. All I could think about was how I couldn’t endure that again. Our bank account couldn’t endure that again. So that left us with the option of a hospital birth which felt like betrayal. Who goes from having home births to a hospital birth!? It’s usually the other way around! The more I explored the possibility of birthing in the hospital, the more I felt that I needed to connect with other women who have made that leap from home birth to hospital. I stumbled upon Bonnie’s blog, The Knotted Life, and her birth story for her son Joseph Peter. I wasn’t crazy and I wasn’t the first person in the world to make that transition! I even found out about some women in my community who had their first few at home or unmedicated and decided to change it up. I then found Bonnie’s post on Team Whitaker and at the ends she says,
1. I’ve been wanting to blog since being back but every time I have the opportunity I either fall asleep putting the kids down for a nap/go to bed early or soak in a bath. Can’t get out of beddddd.