tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88423467095527746042024-03-08T12:46:46.461-08:00You Like Jilbabble. Jilbabble Likes You.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-82371311967091597222010-12-01T20:33:00.000-08:002010-12-01T20:38:42.768-08:00Thank God for 2 Year Olds..Don't get me wrong, I love all my kids. But there is something about a 2 year old who is small in stature but extra-large in personality that just makes my day. Every day.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-17760924846184467582010-11-30T22:02:00.001-08:002010-12-01T20:33:24.333-08:00Back in the Saddle AgainSo here I am. Back in the Cyberworld. Most of the friends I made back in the day have probably long forgotten about me, and I don't blame them. I've always struggled at maintaining friendships. I can't make any promises here, I can't be as cyber-active as I'd like. Too many kids, too much work, and not enough time. <br /><br />Since I last posted, I had another baby. My daughter is 4 months old - so that is 3 kids I have now. <br /><br />Yeah I'm still Muslim. I say that because it is a typical question one asks a convert. The usual assumption when a convert keeps quiet is that he/she left Islam. No, that is not the case with me.<br /><br />If I'd rate my level of iman, though, I would say it is at an all-time low. There are various reason that contribute to this, but those are demons that I plan on battling through writing. I really don't know where else to turn to, since I've learned that I can't really turn to many people in my community. I hope to not come across as a whining, snivelling brat, either. <br /><br />If anyone does happen to read this, I hope to receive any advice, criticism, or whatever. <br /><br />What triggered me to come back to my blog? Recent events - some 19 year old Muslim kid planned on blowing up a Xmas tree lighting on Black Friday in Portland. It has left me with an unsettled feeling. <br /><br />Which I'll discuss later. Gotta put the kids to bed..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-29004200323090256982009-07-26T22:34:00.000-07:002009-07-26T23:27:42.134-07:00WTH Jilbabble?!Just finished reading <a href="http://southernmuslimah.wordpress.com/2009/07/16/the-horse-who-fell-into-a-well-and-the-lesson-we-can-learn-from-it/">this post</a> and <a href="http://southernmuslimah.wordpress.com/2009/05/23/10-common-mistakes-that-can-destroy-a-marriage/">this post</a> from A Glimpse Into the Life of a Muslimah. Homegirl just totally kicked my *** in like 5 minutes. But in a constructive way... Thanks :-)<br /><br />I know, I know.. It's been too long. I opened a wordpress blog when I was snowbound and bored last December, but it is all a cloudy memory in the back of my mind. <br /><br />What the heck was I doing this whole time? The normal stuff - home, work, husband, kids, etc. Trying to keep the drama at a bare minimum. Can't say my life is stress free, but the Days of Our Lives shizzle is pretty much non-existent *Alhamdulillah, Insha Allah*. <br /><br />Jilbabble Jr. is doing well - he is going to be in 6th grade! Since he goes to a small private school, the leap into middle school means going into the 'main building' that is like 10 feet from the elementary school. No lockers, no scary unknown 7th and/or 8th graders to worry about (like bullies) because everyone either gets along really well or moderately tolerates each other. Overall health is okay, but we won't see any of his specialists until next month, so I'll end that topic with an insha Allah kheir..<br /><br />Jilbaby is 15 months old and quite the character. We really could just sit back and watch him all day. He is a one-baby show. He has a cute face, is extremely chubby (you can't see his neck), and an insanely entertaining personality. Alhamdulillah.<br /><br /><strong>So the big question - Why did I disappear?</strong><br />I disappeared because I was tired of the whining, dissatisfaction, self-loathing, and constant pity parties I was throwing for myself. If you read the second link listed above, I am guilty of many of those things she advised not to do. For one, being the victim. It is sooo easy for me to point wag my finger and cry at people who hurt me, but what do I get in the end? Nothing. Plus I was reading on other blogs that I know read this one, and some were saying how they were sick of reading muslima blogs where they only write about how miserable they are. I realized that I was turning my suffering into one big pile of stinky cliches. I'd say things and not mean them - like "It's their akhirah, not mine, they can do what they want." I was one of those bloggers. So I decided to disappear for awhile. <br /><br />I'd like to say that I'm a new and improved Jilbabble. The only way that I've improved is that I no longer obsess on certain things that have happened and have made peace with certain people. I don't forgive, I don't forget, but I just move on with my life. I got to a point (and insha Allah I will FINALLY stay this way) where I can really say "It's their akhirah..." and mean it. Of course it is selective. With some people, I can honestly believe that. But not with others (and those others are not who you think). <br /><br />Marriage has been verrrrrry hard. I was naive and thick-headed going into it. I thought I had everything figured out. I didn't. Marriage is the most difficult, and most painful endeavor I have ever pursued (not that I've pursued many endeavors... I'm all wordy). But I don't lose hope because it has also been the best of times (no, I'm not kidding). But that will be another post. But I will say this - I look at Jilbaby every day and say Alhamdulillah. I have no regrets, and my relationship with the hubster has never been better. Alhamdulillah.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-857035264972444902008-12-27T23:13:00.001-08:002008-12-28T01:24:22.159-08:00SorryI set my account to private. Oops. <br /><br />For now, I have deleted everything negative from the past year or so. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The only way to move forward in life is to stop looking back. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-12790649511816837842008-12-08T23:16:00.000-08:002008-12-08T23:17:35.439-08:00Making the switch..This blog will be deleted very soon...<br /><br /><a href="http://jibbly.wordpress.com">I am switching to wordpress. I don't understand it.. but i'll figure it out..</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-69005143727731774702008-07-09T14:04:00.001-07:002008-07-09T14:07:49.339-07:00Shots and a SurpriseI took Jilbaby in for his 2 month check up. Masha Allah he has grown! He is now 21 inches and weighs 13 lbs! He's a short blob of a baby!!<br /><br />He took his vaccinations like a champ. Cried until I picked him up and fed him. Then he was out and has been in and out of sleep all afternoon. <br /><br />The doctor had a little surprise for me though - his blood tested positive for Hemoglobin E.. Most likely from Dad. She says not to worry but is there anyone out there who can edumacate me on it?? I got a pamphlet from the doctor and looked up some sites online, but I like to learn about things from people with first-hand experience...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-50415146673480356762008-07-08T18:50:00.000-07:002008-07-08T19:14:17.046-07:00(Finally) My Birth Story Part 2I left work that Friday afternoon feeling fine. Annoyingly well, to be exact. I made a mental plan in my head to do partake in any 'labor-inducing' act I could think of. <br /><br />I came home and tried to convince H to take me to dinner downtown. We could do a lot of walking and then eat spicy Indian food. He was not down for that. <br /><br />Or any other proposal I threw at him. <br /><br />In the end we went to my friend's restaurant. Things were awkward. I was feeling guilty for making him miss work because I was convinced that I would be pregnant forever. Plus the fact that he didn't want to do ANYTHING - no walking, spicy good, food massage, and all that OTHER stuff you know that can possibly induce labor. <br /><br />In fact things were so awkward that we sat and ate dinner in silence. <br /><br />We came home and he went upstairs to spend quality time with himself. I stayed downstairs and watched TV. Funny how I can't remember what I was watching. <br /><br />I started feeling stabbing pains in my stomach around 9:30. They weren't contractions, it felt like I ate something nasty and was going to throw up. But I did not. Instead I drank some water and lay on the couch. <br /><br />After an hour I decided to go upstairs to my room to sleep. H was in the room playing a videogame and was so into it he didn't notice me coming in. I got in bed and went to sleep. <br /><br />At around 12:30 am I woke up. The lights and TV were still on but my husband was not in the room. I figured he was downstairs taking a (gag) smoke break (double gag). I put my hand on my stomach and noticed something strange. The pain had gone away but my tummy had changed. Where normally I'd feel a preggo belly against my lower rib cage was.. well.. nothing. Flat. Gone. <br /><br />"Did I drop that much that fast?!?!?!" I thought. A small voice in my head told me that this was it... just stand up and you will see. But I shrugged it off. Just to be safe I stood up and felt a dampness. My heart began to pound faster and faster. "NO WAY" I said out loud to myself. <br /><br />I decided not to get ahead of myself and went to the bathroom. I could feel trickling but I tried to keep a level head, telling myself I could just be having an 'accident'. <br /><br />I did my biz-nass in the bathroom and stood up. Then it was like Niagara Falls in my bathroom. MY WATER BROKE!!<br /><br />I rushed downstairs to the front door and peeped through the peep hole to make sure H was outside. I saw the glow of his cigarette in the dark. I swung the door open and blurted "MY WATER BROKE!"<br /><br />"What?" He was startled and confused.<br /><br />"The baby is coming!!!" <br /><br />------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />We got to the hospital within 20 minutes. Alhamdulillah Jilbaby decided to come in the middle of the night!! <br /><br />It was, as my doctor described, "A Beautiful Birth."<br /><br />I had to take the epidural due to a dip in baby's heartbeat that occurred when they initially monitored me. It never dipped again throughout the rest of the labor, but in case the dip would lead to further complications, the doctor wanted to speed up the process with pitocin. I was fine with that. <br /><br />And I held on for as long as I could until the back labor started!! Apparently Jilbaby was face up (or sunnyside up) but he turned around as I was pushing. Back labor felt even worse than "normal" labor! <br /><br />H was a supportive as he could be. He was at a complete loss for words and didn't know how to help. I tried to tell him that all I wanted was for him to be near me and that would make me feel better but he couldn't see how that would make any pain go away. But he did the best he could and was by my side through the whole labor. <br /><br />When Jilbaby came up, per our instructions, the doctor and nurses did not say a word. We were as quiet as possible as H and I marvelled at our son and the doctor and nurse finished their work. I was allowed to keep him with me for as long as I wanted before they took him away to be cleaned, vaccinated and eye-gooed. <br /><br />It was .. amazing...<br /><br />On my cue they wrapped him up and handed him to H and he sat in a corner to whisper the Adhan in his ear. <br /><br />The doctor afterwards couldn't stop gushing over the beauty of it all. <br /><br />What can I say? Jilbabble's got like that, baby ;-)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-41408925485622931102008-05-17T13:13:00.000-07:002008-05-17T13:28:49.332-07:00Birth Story part 1Salaams to everyone out there and thank you so much for all your kind words and dua for the birth of Jilbaby. <br /><br />Here is the first part of my birth story.. which pretty much starts a week prior to the day my son was born.<br /><br />Here goes...<br /><br />***<br /><br />H came up the day after <a href="http://jilbabble.blogspot.com/2008/04/fearing-unknown.html">this post</a>. He arrived by 6 pm. I was already exhausted (yeah it was a Sunday but the last week of pregnancy totally drained me) and taking a shower. He knocked on the bathroom door and poked his head in. Said salaam and chit chatted for a minute, and then he ran downstairs to pray and then <span style="font-weight:bold;">started to make dinner<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>. <br /><br /><br />"Wow," I thought, "Things really are turning around."<br /><br />My last week at school was very hard. I ended up going home early a few days because I was just too tired. Sleep was becoming my frenemy - some nights were good, most were bad. <br /><br />But H was totally awesome. Very attentive and helpful. Optimistic for the future because he had some promising leads for work (he's trying to do his own thing). <br /><br />My 38 week check up was Thursday May 1st. My doc checked my cervix and THERE WAS NO PROGRESS FROM THE WEEK BEFORE. I was totally bummed out because I had H come up in a hurry in fear that I'd go into labor without him. Allah is the best of planners, I knew this.. and I couldn't dictate when Jilbaby would come. Still I felt guilty as we walked out of the doctor's office with no new news. It felt like this pregnancy would never end. I could tell H was anxious and maybe even agitated. He left his work and came up here thinking I'd deliver any day. He gets no paid time off and actually risks losing his job for leaving work for a long period of time. <br /><br />The next day, Friday May 2nd, I was feeling fine. Neither my back nor my front were sore. I had a spring in my step but a scowl on my face. This baby will never come out, I remarked to some coworkers.<br /><br />"No Jilbabble, this is the calm before the storm!" Predicted one teacher. <br /><br />I hoped she was right.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-12050570271741658262008-05-07T18:35:00.000-07:002008-05-07T18:38:19.701-07:00Jilbaby Has Left the Womb!He's heeeeeeeeeere!<br /><br />Alhamdulillah everything went well. I'll post my 'birth story' when I catch up with my life at home and get my rhythm back.. <br /><br />But here are the details:<br /><br />Born early Saturday morning - May 3<br /><br />Weight: 6 lbs 4 oz<br /><br />Length: 18.5 in.<br /><br />Healthy and really really loud..... :-)<br /><br />I think I might rename my blog "How Jilbabble Lost Her Sleep"..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-47033468567747031382008-04-26T09:43:00.000-07:002008-12-27T23:27:11.766-08:00Fearing the UnknownI finally decided to talk to H last night. I'd been avoiding him since Thursday evening. Just cause I was feeling sensitive and hurt by what he had said to me. <br /><br />We talked about the l&d and H is scared to death. <br /><br />First he asked me who was going to be there for the birth. I said I just wanted him. This scares him because he doesn't know what to expect. I encouraged him to look up things on the internet, and I tried to explain what he could expect. Plus he doesn't know what to do. I told what my expectations were:<br /><br />- to be by my side<br />- massage me if needed<br />- help me move around if able<br />- say words of encouragement<br />- be a rock for me when i feel weak<br /><br />He has been forewarned that I could be very grouchy and snappy. He is afraid he'll take it personally and get offended. The fact that he knows to expect this makes me think that this won't happen. <br /><br />Then he said something that made me laugh. <br /><br />"I want your mom to come so she can help me while I help you."<br /><br />The coach needs his own coach. <br /><br />Well, at least he admits it. <br /><br />***<br />The rest of this post has been deleted from this blog, and therefore, my memory.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-37934994550101846502008-04-24T17:17:00.000-07:002008-04-24T17:21:24.075-07:00It Could Be Anytime!!Made some major progress 'down there' and the dr said there is a possibility that I could go into labor anytime. It is hard to calculate because in the end, allahu alim. But the changes in the last week makes things look like baby is speeding his way out. <br /><br />Last Week:<br /><br />1 cm dilated<br />25% effaced<br />No softening of the c-vix<br /><br />This week:<br /><br />1.5 cm dilated<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">75% dilated</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">C-vix is verrry soft<br />Baby dropped and head in place!</span><br /><br />I'm finally feeling some excitement now! <br /><br />And lots of pressure in the area. Having Braxton Hicks contractions and some minor pains.. <br /><br />Now the question is whether or not to have H high-tail it over here?? Will Jilbabble make it another week?????Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-70578587947965244572008-04-22T17:49:00.000-07:002008-04-22T17:53:24.554-07:00CluelessAny Mom's out there have/had clueless husbands? <br /><br />My H is extremely clueless about pregnancy, labor and delivery. He is not the type to read books and take classes. I read books but not so much into taking lamaze or anything like that. Anyway...<br /><br />H has no idea what to expect with labor. I was talking with him the other night and I mentioned something about how labor can take a long time. He was shocked. He figured I'd feel some kind of pain and my water would break.. then we'd go to the hospital and I'd push a few times and then we'd be done. <br /><br />I had to school him. And now he's all freaked out. <br /><br />Tried to explain the whole mucus plug/water break/dilation/contractions. Not sure if it all registered. (English is his 2nd language.. but still..)<br /><br />Now he is scared and doesn't want to be in the room. Too bad it's not an option.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-10926608924636351922008-04-20T15:51:00.000-07:002008-12-27T23:22:22.509-08:00Things I Need To Do Before Jilbaby ComesBored. I feel the sudden urge to make lists.. I can put on paper all the crap in my brain that is already internally stressing me out. Then, not only will it be stressing me out on the inside.. but I can visually see it. This will do one of two things - either motivate me to actually get them down NOW, or just stress me out some more, causing me to sit on the couch and resort to channel surfing.<br /><br />Ahhh channel surfing.. the one sport that I am good at. Haven't done it in sooo long... <br /><br />Anyway.. <br /><br />AT HOME<br /><br />1 - Wash, sort, and put away all new baby clothes. <br />2 - Pick up crib mattress and place it in crib. Then put sheets on it.<br />3 - Pack for hospital.<br />4 - Shampoo carpet to get out those annoying and gross cat puke stains.<br />5 - Clean bedroom ~ go thru drawers, closet. Need to stop being a pack rat.<br /><br />AT WORK<br /><br />1 - Clean my workspace.<br />2 - Prepare my lessons for this week<br />3 - Prepare outline of lessons to be covered for the rest of the year for my sub. <br /><br />Technically I see only 8 items on my list.. making my stress go down a little. Doesn't seem so bad right???<br /><br />***<br /><br />In a strange turn of events, H is trying to sell his car so he can by a four door suitable for a family. <br /> ***<br /><br />The rest of this post has been deleted from this blog, and therefore, my memory. 12/27/08Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-25021755466223077992008-04-20T09:05:00.000-07:002008-04-20T09:07:06.415-07:00Fat BabyLast night I dreamt that I had my baby and he weighed 11 lbs. <br /><br />Then I was mad the whole time because my parents kept putting him in jeans, when I was very specific about letting him be in comfy pajamas.<br /><br />24 more days left..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-11671444330270589462008-04-18T23:25:00.001-07:002008-04-18T23:31:34.847-07:00Sorry for the delayI've been sooo tired lately.<br /><br />The last few days have been better. The sleeping meds didn't do much for me - I took them two or three times.. and yes I slept 8 hours but I never felt refreshed in the morning or any less exhausted during the daytime.<br /><br />For some reason.. my mad will-power skillz have worked. I laid off any form of caffeine this week and resisted temptation to nap in the afternoons after work. I stayed on my feet.. did not enter my bedroom until after 8 pm... and I have been able to sleep better. Not like before.. but definitely better, alhamdulillah. <br /><br />***<br /><br />Had my first weekly appt yesterday. Everything looks good. Already dilated to 1 cm, but it doesn't look like I'll be having baby any time soon ~ Allahu Alim. <br /><br />***<br /><br />I FINALLY scheduled an appt to tour the hospital where I am delivering. It is on the other side of town - Insha Allah I won't go into labor during rush hour traffic cuz it might take me an hour to get there! <br /><br />***<br /><br />Sorry this is not very interesting. My mind is a bowl of mush. Maybe tomorrow I'll write more...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-3218535300402096162008-04-09T19:18:00.000-07:002008-04-09T19:22:12.413-07:00Today SuckedSeriously. <br /><br />Everything went wrong but I dealt with it with my usual awkward (sp?) laughter and race to wipe my tears off in the restroom.<br /><br />Work stuff.<br /><br />I can handle it.. it's just that I am sleep deprived, ya'll. <br /><br />So I had a check up with the ob and was given some meds to help sleep. I don't think I've had a solid nights sleep in at least 2 or 3 months. I'm at the point where I am delirious and I can't even fake it anymore. <br /><br />I've started to bark at the older kids at school who totally don't deserve it. <br /><br />So tonight, IA, Jilbabble will get much needed rest.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-50426909871167441172008-04-06T16:00:00.000-07:002008-04-06T16:02:12.389-07:00Moving OnSo over talking about the C-Word. It is a Sunnah of the Prophet PBUH and I'm not going to spend any more time discussing it. <br /><br />Thanks manly men for your two cents.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-84275202731576922752008-04-05T22:02:00.000-07:002008-04-05T22:09:02.110-07:00I'm a muslim. The C-word is part of my religion. If you're going to hate on the Muslims.. go hate on the Jews too cuz they practice the C-word as well. <br /><br />Yes I posted my birth plan. Yes I asked for feedback. But ya'll never commented on anything else since I opened this blog like THREE years ago (archives are not that old only cuz I've deleted my blog a few times). <br /><br />Is there some kind of C-word emergency alert that goes off anytime someone types the word on a blog or something.. and then men with penile issues feel free to say whatever they want? <br /><br />Mark, I appreciate your comments. <br /><br />Hugh and Ron or whatever your name was.. get a life.<blockquote></blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-51532119645766411602008-04-04T18:56:00.000-07:002008-04-05T22:11:39.397-07:00Birth Plan<span style="font-weight:bold;">OK I'm bored... Normally I'm not so 'planny plan plan' about my life.. and even more so while pregnant. Like lamaze - not interested in sharing my pregnancy and labors with others.. and the thought of simulating labor in front of other couples just grosses me out. And talking about cerv**** and va-hoo-haas while there are other men in the room.. um.. no thanks. <br /><br />So check out my birth plan (if you can stay awake through it.. I hope I don't bore anyone) and offer me any advice. I'm getting nervous about labor. <br /><br />Thanks for all the comforting words, by the way ladies.. I am feeling much better now. May Allah bless you all for caring so much for this little jilbabbly whiny baby brat... </span><br /><br />LABOR<br /># I would like to be free to walk around during labor.<br /># I wish to be able to move around and change position at will throughout labor.<br /># I would like to be able to have fluids by mouth throughout the first stage of labor.<br /># I will be bringing my own music to play during labor.<br /># I would like the environment to be kept as quiet as possible.<br /># I would like the lights in the room to be kept low during my labor.<br /># I would like to wear contact lenses or glasses at all times when conscious.<br />I would like the option of showering to relax and manage pain<br /><br /><br />LABOR AUGMENTATION/INDUCTION<br /># I would prefer to be allowed to try changing position and other natural methods (walking, nipple stimulation) before pitocin is administered.<br /><br /><br />ANESTHESIA/PAIN MEDICATION<br /># I realize that many pain medications exist I'll ask for them if I need them.<br /># I would like to have a walking epidural (low dose).<br /><br /><br />CESAREAN<br /># Unless absolutely necessary, I would like to avoid a Cesarean.<br /># If a Cesarean delivery is indicated, I would like to be fully informed and to participate in the decision-making process.<br /># I would like (coach) present at all times if the baby requires a Cesarean delivery.<br /># I wish to have an epidural for anesthesia<br /># So I can view the birth, I would like the screen lowered just before delivery of the baby.<br /># If the baby is not in distress, the baby should be given to (coach) immediately after birth.<br /><br /><br />EPISIOTOMY<br /># I would prefer not to have an episiotomy unless absolutely required for the baby's safety.<br /># I would like a local anesthetic to repair a tear or an episiotomy.<br /><br /><br />DELIVERY<br /># I would like to be allowed to choose the position in which I give birth, including squatting.<br /># I would like (partner) and/or nurses to support me and my legs as necessary during the pushing stage.<br /># I would like to try to deliver in a squatting position, using (coach) or a squatting bar for support.<br /># I would like a mirror available so I can see the baby's head when it crowns.<br /># I would appreciate having the room lights turned low for the actual delivery.<br /># I would appreciate having the room as quiet as possible when the baby is born.<br /># I would like to have the baby placed on my stomach/chest immediately after delivery.<br /><br /><br />IMMEDIATELY AFTER DELIVERY<br /># I would like to have (coach) cut the cord.<br /># I would like to hold the baby while I deliver the placenta and any tissue repairs are made.<br /># I would like to hold the baby for at least fifteen minutes before (he/she) is photographed, examined, etc.<br /># I would like to have the baby evaluated and bathed in my presence.<br /># I plan to keep the baby near me following birth and would appreciate if the evaluation of the baby can be done with the baby on my abdomen, with both of us covered by a warm blanket, unless there is an unusual situation.<br /># If the baby must be taken from me to receive medical treatment, (coach) or some other person I designate will accompany the baby at all times.<br /># I would prefer to hold the baby rather than have (him/her) placed under heat lamps.<br /><br /><br />POSTPARTUM<br /># I would like a private room, if available.<br /># I would like to have the baby "room in" and be with me at all times.<br /># I would like the baby with me during the day but in the nursery at night, but brought to me for breastfeeding. (Note: be sure to check the breastfeeding preferences below.)<br /><br /><br />BREASTFEEDING<br /># I plan to breastfeed the baby and would like to begin nursing very shortly after birth.<br /># Unless medically necessary, I do not wish to have any bottles given to the baby (including glucose water or plain water).<br /># I do not want the baby to be given a pacifier.<br /># I would like more information about breastfeeding.<br /># I would like to meet with a Lactation Consultant.<br /><br /><br />C-Word -- Religious reasons, folks!!! Spare me the female c'n jokes and comparisons with the non-mozzy world, mkay?<br /># I would like the baby to be C'D before we check out of the hospital.<br />(GASP! YES I AM CENSORING MY BLOG. CRAZIES NEED TO GET AWAY FROM HERE. MY SON'S WEE-WEE IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!)<br /><br /><br />OTHER<br /># I would like my other child/ren to be able to visit me and the baby in the hospital.<br /># I would prefer that no students, interns, residents or non-essential personnel be present during my labor or the birth.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-83007173828602246792008-03-27T23:51:00.000-07:002008-03-27T23:53:17.082-07:00A Quick HelloMore like a quick Salaam Alaikum<br /><br />sorry i haven't posted.. still trying to process everything that has happened and what i need to do....<br /><br />***<br /><br />on the flip side.. this saturday my sister is throwing me a baby shower. the first i've ever had. I'm starting to feel the excitement i'm supposed to feel as a pregnant woman. alhamdulillah.<br /><br />***<br /><br />trying to enjoy my spring break... <br /><br />lots of stuff to fill ya'll in on.. but it'll have to wait...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-25026597959110176132008-03-13T17:25:00.000-07:002008-03-13T17:27:24.103-07:00Sorry for not posting..I've been exhausted (and in pain) for about a week. This baby is really taken a toll on me.... make dua..<br /><br />nothing big to talk about.. so just wanted to let everyone know I'm alright.. nothing new, interesting or exciting... <br /><br />By the way.. I need to update my blog roll.. who is out there that reads me?? i'd like to link you to my site, if that's alright....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-43418811867085788472008-03-06T19:29:00.000-08:002008-03-06T19:55:42.341-08:00Maybe I Should Start A Meme...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9wSJo1Dz58/R9C8Dyeb5QI/AAAAAAAAADE/hI4Cet5Vc5Y/s1600-h/IMG_2110.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9wSJo1Dz58/R9C8Dyeb5QI/AAAAAAAAADE/hI4Cet5Vc5Y/s320/IMG_2110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174842745123759362" /></a><br />Random picture of something I read on a bathroom stall. I had just dropped off my best friend at the airport. She was starting a new phase in her life and I had no idea when I would see her again. I truly felt devastated to say good bye to her. She meant so much to me - more than any person had. I never really had a friend like her. I cried and cried.. stopped off at a pizza place.. used the restroom.. and read this.. <br /><br />Anyone have any random pics of random significance???Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-60884014941589030122008-03-02T17:13:00.000-08:002008-12-28T01:01:15.748-08:00Keeping Busy/Just a Footnote.That's pretty much what I've done all weekend. <br /><br />Friday night was a Family Movie Night at my school so that kept me away from home...<br /><br />Saturday morning I went to the masjid to a lecture. Then, I took my son to a mall on the other side of town to buy him some much needed pants (I'm afraid his needs will get lost in the New Baby Shuffle come May) and 1-on-1 time with his super cool Mom (that would be moi). Then I dropped him off at home and my friend took me to a new cafe and we ate canollis. Later, my son and I stuffed ourselves silly at another friend's house. <br /><br />So I was out and about from 9 am until 10 pm. I didn't get any work done at home but at least I wasn't moping around all day, alhamdulillah. <br /><br />Today I had to go to a meeting in the morning and then a halaqa in the afternoon. And now I'm here. <br /><br />Alright, enough of the play-by-play.<br /><br />Last night I had a dose of Lonely Bitterness. Around 2:30 a.m. I woke up with the worst heart burn!!! My fault for eating so much, so late. I was completely out of Tums!! So by 4:30 a.m. I couldn't take it anymore and drove down the street to a 7-11 for my Tums fix. It was worth it. <br /><br />**the rest of this post was deleted from the blog, and therefore, my memory.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-28835647211529725032008-02-26T20:05:00.001-08:002008-02-26T20:05:51.272-08:00I Hate The FluThat's all I have to say about that.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842346709552774604.post-67375358886883581752008-02-22T17:06:00.000-08:002008-02-22T17:11:00.082-08:00OopsieI'm coming down with whatever bug that is floating around here.. At least it is Friday and I have the weekend to rest it off. So Insha Allah by Monday I should be fine. <br /><br />I didn't drink much water today. I think that may be one of the triggers to my back aches. I had been so good all week but today it slipped my mind. Funny - I'm sick too, and now is when I'd need it the most.. but I forgot.. <br /><br />So on my way home, I turned down a neighborhood that is up the street from my house. I had to stretch my back so I turned to my left and then oops - the lady driving in front of me stopped her car in the middle of the street and I rear ended her. I wasn't going very fast and we didn't see any damage so she didn't care to trade info. But it shook me up. I cried all the way home and my son just sat silently.. once in awhile saying that everything is fine and that he'd check the damage on the car (my soon-to-be 10 year old acting like such the man now, subhan allah..). <br /><br />I'm exhausted. I think I'll go lay down..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2