<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953596343520693383</id><updated>2024-10-04T23:02:55.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Mommy, you go time-out!&quot;</title><subtitle type='html'>My journey through life and motherhood.  It&#39;s sure to be colorful!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814982358700937346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4vFigy4UW9oD-ncmVXRjIKEZy18MzCtzYCFnzDn9pwT16CU7RszlY9tA6_iRiIgxzcwSvJ3NCMzHVbUXo-aw_iflnwk-QPK4PVTrh_DAJhA5afg8FjKYuoY_6SeYpA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953596343520693383.post-4678970747915102753</id><published>2010-12-06T17:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:35:16.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracy Anderson Tone Workout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.marieclaire.com/health-fitness/news/articles/tracy-anderson-celebrity-workout-moves&quot;&gt;Toning Exercises to Get in Shape Fast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/feeds/4678970747915102753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3953596343520693383/4678970747915102753?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/4678970747915102753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/4678970747915102753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/2010/12/tracy-anderson-tone-workout.html' title='Tracy Anderson Tone Workout'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814982358700937346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4vFigy4UW9oD-ncmVXRjIKEZy18MzCtzYCFnzDn9pwT16CU7RszlY9tA6_iRiIgxzcwSvJ3NCMzHVbUXo-aw_iflnwk-QPK4PVTrh_DAJhA5afg8FjKYuoY_6SeYpA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953596343520693383.post-5569788880930632911</id><published>2010-12-06T17:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:33:44.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracy Anderson Arm Workout</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed base=&quot;http://admin.brightcove.com&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot; flashvars=&quot;videoId=1844687067&amp;amp;playerId=1568178630&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;&quot; height=&quot;412&quot; name=&quot;flashObj&quot; pluginspage=&quot;http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash&quot; seamlesstabbing=&quot;false&quot; src=&quot;http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/1568178630&quot; swliveconnect=&quot;true&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; width=&quot;486&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/feeds/5569788880930632911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3953596343520693383/5569788880930632911?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/5569788880930632911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/5569788880930632911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/2010/12/tracy-anderson-arm-workout.html' title='Tracy Anderson Arm Workout'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814982358700937346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4vFigy4UW9oD-ncmVXRjIKEZy18MzCtzYCFnzDn9pwT16CU7RszlY9tA6_iRiIgxzcwSvJ3NCMzHVbUXo-aw_iflnwk-QPK4PVTrh_DAJhA5afg8FjKYuoY_6SeYpA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953596343520693383.post-569987351110149437</id><published>2010-04-16T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:02:08.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When did life get so complicated?</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid (I know.27 is super old now!), I remember kids went to school and played. It&#39;s just what you did if you were a kid back then. I really believe that&#39;s the way it should be for kids. Obviously as they get a bit older, you have to make sure that take care of their homework, chores, and obligations to teams if they are a part of any. Really, their lives shouldn&#39;t be that complicated though.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope to get back to the basics for my kids sakes. They deserve to just be kids for as long as possible even though our world today is making it harder and harder as we go.&lt;br /&gt;
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On another note..Who knew being an adult would be so hard? I don&#39;t mean the everyday life stuff that everyone has to deal with. Having a roof, food, clothes, retirement, normal disagreements with your spouse/partner. Such things are expected. I mean all the extra baggage. Where did all the expectations come from? When did we start comparing and judging each other so harshly? Is it any wonder that mental illness has made a HUGE leap? We live in a world where *most people* have some sort of a mental illness. Depression is an enormous issue all over the world today. I don&#39;t know anyone who doesn&#39;t feel the pressure to be, look, and/or act a certain way every single day.&lt;br /&gt;
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We come from an era where you may not get much help even if you seek help, because it is very likely that your therapist is just as screwed up as you are!&lt;br /&gt;
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In fact, I&#39;m starting to wonder if it&#39;s not really me that has all the issues. Maybe it&#39;s just the world in general that is making me think I am crazy.&lt;br /&gt;
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If I hide in my house and avoid people, then I am depressed, but if I stand up for what I want and what I believe, then I am controlling and over-bearing. &lt;br /&gt;
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Can I just say, &quot;HUH?&quot;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/feeds/569987351110149437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3953596343520693383/569987351110149437?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/569987351110149437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/569987351110149437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-did-life-get-so-complicated.html' title='When did life get so complicated?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814982358700937346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4vFigy4UW9oD-ncmVXRjIKEZy18MzCtzYCFnzDn9pwT16CU7RszlY9tA6_iRiIgxzcwSvJ3NCMzHVbUXo-aw_iflnwk-QPK4PVTrh_DAJhA5afg8FjKYuoY_6SeYpA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953596343520693383.post-1781021763448812309</id><published>2010-04-03T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T18:29:49.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Autism Blog</title><content type='html'>I created a new blog to hold all my rambling and research about Autism since our oldest kiddo was recently diagnosed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please come follow our journey:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;http://itsautism.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;http://itsautism.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/feeds/1781021763448812309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3953596343520693383/1781021763448812309?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/1781021763448812309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/1781021763448812309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/2010/04/autism-blog.html' title='Autism Blog'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814982358700937346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4vFigy4UW9oD-ncmVXRjIKEZy18MzCtzYCFnzDn9pwT16CU7RszlY9tA6_iRiIgxzcwSvJ3NCMzHVbUXo-aw_iflnwk-QPK4PVTrh_DAJhA5afg8FjKYuoY_6SeYpA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953596343520693383.post-2964087225955382173</id><published>2010-01-06T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:56:36.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My boob is on fire!</title><content type='html'>Thank you Thrush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s like crazy and my poor baby has it in his mouth too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we already have some GV and have started treatment.  Hope it goes away fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have other things to worry about..&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/feeds/2964087225955382173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3953596343520693383/2964087225955382173?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/2964087225955382173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/2964087225955382173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-boob-is-on-fire.html' title='My boob is on fire!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814982358700937346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4vFigy4UW9oD-ncmVXRjIKEZy18MzCtzYCFnzDn9pwT16CU7RszlY9tA6_iRiIgxzcwSvJ3NCMzHVbUXo-aw_iflnwk-QPK4PVTrh_DAJhA5afg8FjKYuoY_6SeYpA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953596343520693383.post-3500599905264719807</id><published>2010-01-06T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:41:13.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We have to move..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;We absolutely adore our landlords, so it is going to be so hard to leave them. We believe we have to do it for our health and that of our kids.&lt;br /&gt;The house is a 1910 farm house and we love the idea of it. Very cute and has lots of personality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The down side is no insulation, old windows, old duct work, only an old furnace to heat it. We are worried that it is blowing a lot of dust and dirt around and is possibly making us and keeping us sick. Not to mention possible lead paint and several other concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly we will be giving up a lot of land, of course our wonderful landlords, and incredibly low rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying God brings us a house that is perfect and healthy for us...and that we can afford it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/feeds/3500599905264719807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3953596343520693383/3500599905264719807?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/3500599905264719807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/3500599905264719807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-have-to-move.html' title='We have to move..'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814982358700937346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4vFigy4UW9oD-ncmVXRjIKEZy18MzCtzYCFnzDn9pwT16CU7RszlY9tA6_iRiIgxzcwSvJ3NCMzHVbUXo-aw_iflnwk-QPK4PVTrh_DAJhA5afg8FjKYuoY_6SeYpA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953596343520693383.post-4067061236084505076</id><published>2010-01-06T03:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T03:20:04.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;It often seems to run together.  The same stuff day after day after year.  I often can&#39;t remember what I did yesterday and what was the day before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;I guess that&#39;s why it still shocks me when I get those moments of clarity.  You know the ones when something happens or your kid does something that makes you stop and really focus.  It&#39;s in that moment that no matter what is making your life crappy, you can just smile and remember why you do what you do and put up with all the bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;I had one of those today.  It was so refreshing!  My daughter walked up and was jabbering at me like usual except this time I really stopped and listened to her.  She is incredibly smart and has a huge vocabulary for her age.  She told me &quot;Mommy, I have pretty hair.  Baby Trace is hitting Homer on Mommy&#39;s shirt.  &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Buba&lt;/span&gt; is making the airplane crash.&quot;  I studied her gorgeous blue eyes and when she noticed me looking, she got this huge satisfied grin on her face and blushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;It makes me wonder what other amazing things I miss her saying when I am too busy with life to listen.  Sometimes I wish I could film them 24hrs a day and go back and watch it all later to see what I missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/feeds/4067061236084505076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3953596343520693383/4067061236084505076?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/4067061236084505076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/4067061236084505076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-with-kids.html' title='Life with kids'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814982358700937346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4vFigy4UW9oD-ncmVXRjIKEZy18MzCtzYCFnzDn9pwT16CU7RszlY9tA6_iRiIgxzcwSvJ3NCMzHVbUXo-aw_iflnwk-QPK4PVTrh_DAJhA5afg8FjKYuoY_6SeYpA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953596343520693383.post-1687762675198675733</id><published>2009-09-09T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:34:16.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trace&#39;s Home/Waterbirth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM2WuiPGeiqLhZsd0vKpe8szaC6VjUpj2rnnxsZ81xCtwfyte3SufyZ6OHQL7rNzfTV8uZEsmUKIfOg3JreZaicE366dL57Czn2MAPA67UJLOFMBXu4QI8zlXX7ran214gcqxSum9O5-Kh/s1600-h/cropped.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379641670024179074&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM2WuiPGeiqLhZsd0vKpe8szaC6VjUpj2rnnxsZ81xCtwfyte3SufyZ6OHQL7rNzfTV8uZEsmUKIfOg3JreZaicE366dL57Czn2MAPA67UJLOFMBXu4QI8zlXX7ran214gcqxSum9O5-Kh/s320/cropped.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; May 11, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;8lbs 14ozs &amp;amp; 21 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I had been having real contractions on and off for weeks and it was no different on May 18&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;. I had them every half hour or so..no big deal. I still hadn&#39;t lost my plug or anything. All we knew was that I was already 4&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;cms&lt;/span&gt; dilated.I finally feel asleep around midnight on the 19&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;. I woke up to a strong contraction at 2:26am, but I stayed in bed really thinking nothing of it until I realized they were coming really close together. By 3am, I realized they were 2-3 &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; apart and getting stronger. That&#39;s when I had one that was so strong, I woke Dan up just from the noises I was making to get through it. We got up and I went to the restroom and realized I was losing my plug. Dan got the laptop and started timing the contractions. They were already 1-3 &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; apart and lasting 45 secs-1 min! They were incredibly strong already, so I asked Dan to call our midwife. He called and told her the contraction pattern and she heard me go through 1 contraction and said she was on her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I stayed on the toilet for a little while so I could lose my plug, but it got to be too much so I moved to kneeling on the floor and leaning over my couch. My midwife arrived quickly and had me lay down (OUCH) to check me. Turns out I was only 6 &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;cms&lt;/span&gt;! I was really upset and discouraged. She suggested I get in the pool. I wasn&#39;t sure at first, but I am SO glad because it felt amazing right away! It was around 4:30am by this time..I think. The pain was horrible and I thought more than once that I was &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; insane for doing this again, but I kept going..since I really had no choice. I was NOT going to the hospital! At some point, my &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt; got here to take pictures and Dan had the video camera hooked up. They kept adding hot water to the pool and that felt great in between contractions! I remember Dan being so excited/nervous that he kept running around messing with crap and I had to yell at him to knock it off and come sit by me. I was sitting in the pool and my midwife checked me around 5:30am and I was a good 8&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;cms&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Dan suggested that I get on my hands and knees since I had birthed both our other kids that way and it had worked well. He sat on a chair in front of me and held my hands for awhile. Talked me through every contraction. He was vital to me getting through this labor. He then started to hold my face and talk to me and it was so sweet! I was checked again around 6:30am and was 9&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;cms&lt;/span&gt; and closing in on 10 fast. My midwife said to go ahead and push if I felt the urge because it wouldn&#39;t hurt anything. I did feel a small urge to push, but not a lot for about 3 contractions. Suddenly it changed and my contractions were right on top of each other and my body was pushing hard and fast. I felt totally out of control but SO excited! My mindset completely changed and I kept saying I was almost done! It&#39;s so hard to describe. A strange *peace* came over me, but at the same time I was filled with the pure energy of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;It was 7am when my body started to push. I had contractions back to back the whole time. Suddenly I felt the pressure stay down..then I felt the head pop under the bone..then I felt the baby crowning. That has got to be my favorite feeling when giving birth. That&#39;s when Dan got in the pool behind me. I felt the head coming out and it was half way out before my water broke! In 3 pushes, baby came out and 7:14am and he floated right into his daddy&#39;s hands!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379642253964861602&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4EzTN5-R0pNz6gza7gdYPTxE7Wa6QvV2DywS9KJebD74REA4Rx0Mu_0DrXC86N2VZFAsiJF8BRrwJeD5I-4A9O67D7vOwaz7vnEzi2qkgykEmZjHs_mXoE5IKkca0Qu0Qg3xc_mKh_TU/s320/P5190069.JPG&quot; /&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I had to be careful turning around, because the cord seemed really short. Dan lifted him half out of the water and he was screaming right away. So sweet! I got turned around and Dan handed him to me and I looked. It&#39;s a BOY!! We were in love already! Maybe 10 &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; later, I got on my knees and delivered the placenta. WOW the cord was short!! I had a small blood clot and almost no bleeding! We had my &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt; cut the cord and named her God Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I handed the baby off to Dan and got up to waddle to bed. Got there and we all got in bed and cuddled. I got to eat and drink and take some Tylenol. Trace started nursing like a champ and nursed for the next 2 hours! He had pooped in the pool right after he was born and pooped again while he was nursing. Some time in that 2 hrs, our midwife cleaned up everything, got us food and drinks, and my &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt; went and got the other kids and they came to meet Trace. Wyatt was thrilled right away, but Addie looked confused. We weighed him and our midwife checked him over and then checked me. I had one small split up the front, but it was tiny and I didn&#39;t need any stitches. Trace was 8lbs 14&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;ozs&lt;/span&gt; and 21 inches and very healthy! He is beyond precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I think that was the perfect birth for our last baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379644659476939426&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdwIX5MWBmgXDOBVYMRljF58b_PrGHA62Zn6DjPblIzRdMCXdNBbiT1qqyCZBp5ARhcIi7HkZl2iq9ihxg20Ba4mhaoZfroCfhNMPCSjEPhgBoKvv5pzl06bT26yPFANWSEJFnLpDqrnd/s320/pam&amp;t.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/feeds/1687762675198675733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3953596343520693383/1687762675198675733?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/1687762675198675733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/1687762675198675733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/2009/09/traces-homewaterbirth.html' title='Trace&#39;s Home/Waterbirth'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814982358700937346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4vFigy4UW9oD-ncmVXRjIKEZy18MzCtzYCFnzDn9pwT16CU7RszlY9tA6_iRiIgxzcwSvJ3NCMzHVbUXo-aw_iflnwk-QPK4PVTrh_DAJhA5afg8FjKYuoY_6SeYpA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM2WuiPGeiqLhZsd0vKpe8szaC6VjUpj2rnnxsZ81xCtwfyte3SufyZ6OHQL7rNzfTV8uZEsmUKIfOg3JreZaicE366dL57Czn2MAPA67UJLOFMBXu4QI8zlXX7ran214gcqxSum9O5-Kh/s72-c/cropped.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953596343520693383.post-255060666167881352</id><published>2009-05-11T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:41:53.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How about..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;You get the heck out of my belly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;So much for 3rd babies tend to come early. Seriously! I love this baby! I really do. I&#39;ve wanted him/her even though being pregnant again was a bit of a shock. I have actually mostly enjoyed being pregnant this time around. This is the 3rd time in 4 years that I have willingly given up all rights to *my* body and what *I* want, so that a new person could growing and thrive and be healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;You hear pregnant women often say they are &quot;done&quot; toward the end of their pregnancy. How done do you have to be to be truly done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;I tell you what...I am freakin DONE. The word can not even begin to explain how DONE I actually am. I have finished my job..I know this baby is healthy and I know he or she would be just fine coming out now. I can no longer take care of my other kids or do anything really. My life has stopped totally until I can move again. How incredibly frustrating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;The problem...the baby doesn&#39;t care in the least. Apparently, my womb is super comfy and the baby is prepared to live in there for forever. It doesn&#39;t matter that I can barely eat or move. I get NO sleep..zero! I either can&#39;t pee at all or I pee every 2 seconds. I have heartburn no matter what position I&#39;m in. There is no longer room for any of my own organs..or bones for that matter. Doesn&#39;t matter that my other 2 kids are wondering why mommy won&#39;t play with them or can&#39;t pick them up when they need comfort. Doesn&#39;t matter that I am completely disconnected from my husband, because it is so painful to be touched anywhere but my toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;Doesn&#39;t matter at all about me. Nope, the baby doesn&#39;t care at all. So, what do I do? Pray..a lot. Begging God to please have mercy on me and bring this baby into the world. Please today...please. So far the begging hasn&#39;t worked. It doesn&#39;t rock my faith, but it makes me angry, frustrated, and disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;I am SO grateful for this baby, but I can&#39;t wait until he or she is outside my body and I can take care of the rest of my family again. Including *me*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/feeds/255060666167881352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3953596343520693383/255060666167881352?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/255060666167881352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/255060666167881352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-about.html' title='How about..'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814982358700937346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4vFigy4UW9oD-ncmVXRjIKEZy18MzCtzYCFnzDn9pwT16CU7RszlY9tA6_iRiIgxzcwSvJ3NCMzHVbUXo-aw_iflnwk-QPK4PVTrh_DAJhA5afg8FjKYuoY_6SeYpA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953596343520693383.post-3041431596449093873</id><published>2009-05-11T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:37:18.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;Everyone has at least one date that is important. The very first day of your life. Your birth date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;As you get older and go through life&#39;s struggles and joys, you forget most dates but a few become very important. Most of those few, you had no idea would become important until the important event happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;I have lots of good ones. My birthday, my anniversary, my kids birthdays, my husbands birthday...I could go on. Infact most of my important dates are good ones and reasons to celebrate. I&#39;m grateful for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s amazing how sometimes good dates can suddenly become bad ones for the rest of your life by a sudden tragedy. Not always sudden, I guess but tragedy for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;The dates I think of are my Nanny&#39;s birthday, Nanny&#39;s death, Pop&#39;s birthday, Pop&#39;s death...and today. Their anniversary. Usually such a happy day. These were 2 people who loved each other deeply and knew each other down to every hidden corner of themselves. They had more than just love...respect and admiration for each other. The kind of couple who had that look in their eyes instantly just from talking about the other..even when irritated with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;They lived with the kind of marriage that I hope to strive for in my marriage every day of my life. There was nothing fake about it. It was the most HONEST relationship I&#39;ve ever seen to this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;So today, I try to remember the love instead of the sadness of missing them. Mostly it doesn&#39;t work, but it does make me grateful for the chance to have that with my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;Maybe it&#39;s because it&#39;s only been a year that they have been gone and emotions are still incredibly raw. Maybe in a few..or 10 years, it all turns around again and I can heal enough to just be happy on this date and remember their happiness. Maybe..maybe not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;Perfect love is a lie...true love is very much real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334652606159351586&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNS_yktr8jhzMc7VGeG4MYweuouMDXs5ryskqTnVrlZbnEq1eSJ4lhaUy6WoTIpkLQm5LDZdPrLDjnnjvsaJymaBDZqcAe0_1lvUOTbU9dK3ElDOXOQjEOG4B-1FpCFdp-pKsrRRImGEcF/s320/nanny&amp;popbetter.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/feeds/3041431596449093873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3953596343520693383/3041431596449093873?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/3041431596449093873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/3041431596449093873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/dates.html' title='Dates'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814982358700937346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4vFigy4UW9oD-ncmVXRjIKEZy18MzCtzYCFnzDn9pwT16CU7RszlY9tA6_iRiIgxzcwSvJ3NCMzHVbUXo-aw_iflnwk-QPK4PVTrh_DAJhA5afg8FjKYuoY_6SeYpA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNS_yktr8jhzMc7VGeG4MYweuouMDXs5ryskqTnVrlZbnEq1eSJ4lhaUy6WoTIpkLQm5LDZdPrLDjnnjvsaJymaBDZqcAe0_1lvUOTbU9dK3ElDOXOQjEOG4B-1FpCFdp-pKsrRRImGEcF/s72-c/nanny&amp;popbetter.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953596343520693383.post-4575439280983719217</id><published>2009-04-13T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:56:07.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Happens..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;It always does. Especially when you start something new that you mean to keep up with. Like a new book, a load of laundry, or a blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;Some how time has flown by again and I am 35 weeks pregnant with a 3 yr old and a 1.5 yr old! How does this happen without you really knowing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;We are ready for the baby now and can&#39;t wait to find out boy or girl! Anytime really.. I feel like life will be so much easier when I&#39;m not pg anymore and can move without hurting again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s be kinda nice if the damn weather would cooperate and actually get warm and stay that way for a while. I&#39;m over being cold all the time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;Otherwise we are doing pretty good! Got a new van just in time for baby! We love it! We have never been van people, but what are you gonna do when you need to fit 3 kids and their stuff and not go broke on gas..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;Dan is working as much as possible to save time off so he can take a long vacation when the baby comes. That&#39;ll be so nice! I&#39;ve never had him for more than 10 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;Kids are growing...bossy little turds..cute too. That&#39;s why we keep them around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m doing ok with my depression. Have some good and bad days. The weather is NOT helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;We are happy overall though. We love each other and also *like* each other, so we&#39;ll be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;That&#39;s about it for now...I&#39;ll post some recent pictures asap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/feeds/4575439280983719217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3953596343520693383/4575439280983719217?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/4575439280983719217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/4575439280983719217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-happens.html' title='Life Happens..'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814982358700937346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4vFigy4UW9oD-ncmVXRjIKEZy18MzCtzYCFnzDn9pwT16CU7RszlY9tA6_iRiIgxzcwSvJ3NCMzHVbUXo-aw_iflnwk-QPK4PVTrh_DAJhA5afg8FjKYuoY_6SeYpA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953596343520693383.post-6430757307435645207</id><published>2009-02-16T00:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:59:21.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s amazing to me how much of my life I&#39;ve spent hiding from people/things/situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;People hide things for different reasons I guess, but it all comes down to being afraid of being judged really. It doesn&#39;t matter where you grow up..everyone somehow is exposed to the fear of being judged. It&#39;s really sad actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;As I get older, I am realizing that other people are usually too busy trying to hide their own stuff to really care about yours. Your often reguarded as brave when you do share something you&#39;ll probably be judged for, because it&#39;s so rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m not talking about political views or things like that. People love to debate over that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m talking about the other (maybe smaller) things that make us who we are. For example; I have a HUGE fear of driving. I have had it since as far abck as I can remember. I have had my permit since I was 16, but still have been unable to actually get my license. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;That&#39;s a hell of a hard thing to just &quot;throw&quot; out there. Especially since *most* people drive all the time. It&#39;s not &quot;normal&quot; to be a 26 yr old married mom of 3 and not drive. That&#39;s just &quot;weird.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;The problem is that I&#39;ve spent so much time hiding it that I couldn&#39;t focus much on changing it! I&#39;ve spent a lot of my adult life hiding from people, because of it. I can&#39;t go to mom groups or play dates or women&#39;s bible study at church. I&#39;d have to ask for a ride and then explain why and that is just embarrassing! I can&#39;t go to the store to pick something up and I have to schedule every dr appt on days when my husband is off, so he can take us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;So, the isolation doesn&#39;t just come from the actual not driving. Most of it comes from the fear of what other people will think/say. So, I have literally been stuck in my home with no way to go anywhere for years and years. It sucks. Big time! It sucks so much that I have been battling depression for a long time. I don&#39;t even want to go outside, but I try to make myself for my kids sake. I think they have suffered enough, because of my fear.. That makes me so sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;So, here I go. Starting what will hopefully be my road to recovery from both depression and my fear of driving. I&#39;ve started seeing a therapist. He is very hopeful and says phobias are very treatable! My depression will probably be the biggest battle and I am no longer ashamed to say I may have to take meds for a while until I am on my feet again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;My husband said something simple and wonderful to me the other day. He said, &quot;At least you don&#39;t *want* to be this way. It&#39;d be one thing if you didn&#39;t care and didn&#39;t want to change it, but you do and you are trying. That&#39;s all you can do.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;He is so right. How am I ever gonna get healthy if I don&#39;t admitt where I am and gather support?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;My pastor told me, &quot;God never meant for us to go through life alone. Our strength is in our support of each other.&quot; Another simple, HUGE truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;So, I guess I am gonna do my best to just be honest from now on and not be scared of what other people say. Either they will love me any way or they aren&#39;t worth my time. I have more important things to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303283209471466082&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkcD0AngI7kDmbRO0yk1JKnDPSbdNCSGpurigkPdOg3gpRWs1aEwLJqntLKUYsVcNdXrtZI5OMjZwCt-TunpSjeJI_-Mt3bRMbd3bkJzuSjwW4L7dCuLf-e8KGy2oRt_ZqNYA7w1o2UKzr/s320/P1240044.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303284429047014770&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioUCuZ5BcjrAzf722WFZkqMDTxjeKu2W0bN_gi-KvmJFUCnMq6eqUNU9EFk75nasYB6WR42DMvYtsutMLRQux8e6TUeNjIQQoCfrTq-QnzqMF1jnNkdCj4_dnNrhPfGGLVSEkBnZfM9GQ8/s320/smaller.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/feeds/6430757307435645207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3953596343520693383/6430757307435645207?isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/6430757307435645207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/6430757307435645207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/2009/02/hiding.html' title='Hiding..'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814982358700937346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4vFigy4UW9oD-ncmVXRjIKEZy18MzCtzYCFnzDn9pwT16CU7RszlY9tA6_iRiIgxzcwSvJ3NCMzHVbUXo-aw_iflnwk-QPK4PVTrh_DAJhA5afg8FjKYuoY_6SeYpA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkcD0AngI7kDmbRO0yk1JKnDPSbdNCSGpurigkPdOg3gpRWs1aEwLJqntLKUYsVcNdXrtZI5OMjZwCt-TunpSjeJI_-Mt3bRMbd3bkJzuSjwW4L7dCuLf-e8KGy2oRt_ZqNYA7w1o2UKzr/s72-c/P1240044.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953596343520693383.post-7535440460533779531</id><published>2009-02-13T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:09:53.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Addison&#39;s Home/Waterbirth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicB9wLb_Q08S0-n9O1rMjb9U0EDLJWah16A-TvO7BytaaEl-F4ViHIWYwW609yHV89tzWNUHK6_LeDYqukwol8MoLqoNYphKTjcspp-kQYLly071KhMx234Rzp_yP_UMC55UNxwmJ__bom/s1600-h/cropped.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302498637179346722&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicB9wLb_Q08S0-n9O1rMjb9U0EDLJWah16A-TvO7BytaaEl-F4ViHIWYwW609yHV89tzWNUHK6_LeDYqukwol8MoLqoNYphKTjcspp-kQYLly071KhMx234Rzp_yP_UMC55UNxwmJ__bom/s200/cropped.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;August 28th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;8lbs 1oz &amp;amp; 20inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been having contractions on and off for weeks, so I didn’t think anything of it when I started having mild contractions early in the morning on August 27th. It was around 2-3am, and they were a little uncomfortable, but I slept through them the best I could. I had to get up early to get Wyatt and myself ready to go. Dan worked that night, but would be home to pick us up so we could go pick my mom up at the airport. She decided to fly in since the 28th was my due date. I continued to have mild contractions and they were pretty regular. I was kind of suspicious, but wasn’t sure if it was real or not. Wyatt and I were ready when Dan got home and we left for the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;About halfway there, we stopped to get gas and I knew it was real. The contractions were getting stronger and were very regular and it was pretty uncomfortable to be in the car. We discussed turning around and sending someone to get my mom, but decided to keep going since we were already halfway there. Of course, we got stuck in horrible city traffic. The contractions weren’t painful yet, but all I wanted was to stand up since sitting was so uncomfortable! Finally, we arrived at the airport and found my mom. Thank goodness she already had her bags and was ready to go. I let her know I was in labor and she was so excited about our “perfect timing.” Traffic wasn’t nearly as bad driving home and we stopped at Wal-Mart to grab a few last minute things and headed home. We got home around 7pm. It felt SO good just to be out of the car! Dan got Wyatt put to bed and he and my mom ate dinner. As soon as Wyatt was in bed, labor changed suddenly. Contractions became painful and I had to really focus on each of them. It felt good to walk and then lean on the wall or couch when one came on. Dan asked if we should call our midwives and I agreed. That was around 8:30pm and I was down on my knees leaning over my birthing ball. I wanted to try it since it felt wonderful during labor with Wyatt. It was ok..not quite right, but I stayed there because walking was becoming tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;Our midwives arrived between 9:30-10pm, I think. The lights were low and everyone was super mellow and quiet. There was just a sense of calm and peace and being ready. I was absolutely thrilled to be in labor since the pregnancy had been really hard on me! I remember Pamela (our midwife) asking me if I wanted to try the birth pool. I agreed it was time, so they started filling it up. My contractions continued to get stronger steadily and were more painful and totally different from what I felt with Wyatt. When they were ready, I got up to go to the bathroom and got stuck on the toilet through some very strong contractions. Finally, I was able to get up and get into the birth pool a few feet away. I think that was around 11:30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;Once again, labor suddenly changed. The water felt AMAZING this time. I can’t say it lessoned the pain, but it helped me release my muscles and let go of my body, so it could do what it was meant to. Right away, I felt my body start to push and I was able to just relax myself and be totally consumed by it. I had resumed my favorite position of on my knees and leaning over the side of the birth pool. I would come up on my knees to rock during a contraction and would relax down into the water in between. I remember focusing on my breathing and thinking how amazing it was that I could feel every little thing that was going on inside and outside my body and I knew exactly what all of it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;I remember distinctly when my pushing changed from gentle to very strong. I *had* to push and I remember it made me roar like a lion each time. It, once again, felt SO good to push and I was so excited that I would meet our baby girl soon! She had been moving and kicking through the entire labor! Finally, with one incredibly strong push, I felt her move under my pubic bone. I roared, “She’s coming!” Then I laughed when I heard everyone in the other room jump up to come see. The air was still calm, but you could feel the growing excitement from everyone in the room. I knew that Dan was there outside the pool, but right behind me and was telling me he could see her head more and more with each push. I was totally unaware of everyone else and completely focused on my little baby that was coming to meet me! I felt her start to crown almost right away and I again welcomed that burning sensation. I slowed my breathing and relaxed my body and let it take over and gently push her out. Her head emerged under the water slowly with 3 small pushes. With one more push, she was out to her belly button. This was a crazy time for my body to take a break, but that’s just what it did! I remember laughing, because I could feel her arms “swimming” in the water behind me and she was still kicking her legs in my tummy! What an amazing feeling! I was finally able to give a little push and Dan helped by pulling gently. She was born at 12:54am on her due date after a half hour of pushing and a total of 6 pushes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302498981384174242&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaHq04nPUfnzxwM9zQv_CtURLZ7qMxOyxG3sWh63tDW7qIBcVDvEaFWyZ7d6Rsau7K-LFLPsFfHNnh3YbwbRwz_Fup6-6yZVEy2jiqXOWdsZE6fAhbZORXGzk5kaqYCtFBfzvrw29M-KlQ/s200/cropped1-4.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;Dan held her just floating on the top of the water until I could turn around and sit down. I scooped her up to my chest and was overwhelmed with gratitude. She was finally here and she was healthy and absolutely gorgeous! I kept saying that I couldn’t believe I had just done that again! Everyone just stared with awe at our newest miracle. She also latched on and started to nurse right away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;About 15 minutes later, I started having contractions again, so I handed Addie to Dan and got on my knees to deliver the placenta. It took a few minutes, but it came out easily and was whole and healthy. Once again, I had no bleeding until after the placenta was delivered! We then had my mom cut the cord and Dan wrapped Addie up and snuggled her while our midwives attended to me. I wanted to shower, but I was still too weak, so I walked slowly to the bedroom and lay down in bed. Dan brought Addie to me and we cuddled and nursed. I don’t know when, but Dan’s parents arrived and I let them take Addie to the living room and the midwives came to check on me. My bleeding was normal and I had no tears again!! Whoo hoo! The midwives then did Addie’s exam. She was absolutely perfect! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;I lay in bed with my sweet new baby girl and drank juice while everyone else cleaned up. It was 3am when our midwives and Dan’s parents left. We were all ready for some sleep! We all slept well until 8am, when Wyatt woke up. Dan brought him down to meet his new baby sister. He didn’t know what to think at first, but was soon crawling up on the couch to give her kisses. At that site, my heart became complete mush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302499375331554002&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCUGiftNcvijBQ4MjyxFd4eUMlEN5s8ZXpt72mtLUHpCoYa9tXHtAOIZ4aQx_NDKsT3FH77fdU1icWeh82HG7VdE7EsgwkQoqiK44pxfeMyoWcpNuw1jEmO5YsudfJLwSiU6EAqaUC8Noj/s320/cropped1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/feeds/7535440460533779531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3953596343520693383/7535440460533779531?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/7535440460533779531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/7535440460533779531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/2009/02/addisons-homewaterbirth.html' title='Addison&#39;s Home/Waterbirth'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814982358700937346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4vFigy4UW9oD-ncmVXRjIKEZy18MzCtzYCFnzDn9pwT16CU7RszlY9tA6_iRiIgxzcwSvJ3NCMzHVbUXo-aw_iflnwk-QPK4PVTrh_DAJhA5afg8FjKYuoY_6SeYpA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicB9wLb_Q08S0-n9O1rMjb9U0EDLJWah16A-TvO7BytaaEl-F4ViHIWYwW609yHV89tzWNUHK6_LeDYqukwol8MoLqoNYphKTjcspp-kQYLly071KhMx234Rzp_yP_UMC55UNxwmJ__bom/s72-c/cropped.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953596343520693383.post-2655393833430255333</id><published>2009-02-12T00:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T12:19:31.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyatt’s Homebirth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #996633; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;I had some contractions but nothing really steady and it was getting late, so my mom, midwife, and I went to bed. I was able to sleep really well until contractions woke me up at 3:30am. They were pretty strong, but I wanted to make sure before I woke everyone. I lay in bed for about an hour and they kept coming, so I got up since it was incredibly uncomfortable to lie down. I went to the bathroom and woke my mom and midwife around 5 am. Dan was due to be home just after 6, so we decided not to call him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #996633; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;We kept the lights low and my mom and midwife did whatever they needed to do to wake up while I labored on my knees leaning over my birthing ball. That was so comfortable for me. I remember Dan coming home and he did his best to help me, but I did not want to be touched. I wanted people there, but not too close. I ate some toast and drank lots of fluid. I remember getting up a lot to go to the bathroom, but I always ended up back on the birthing ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #996633; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;Around 11am, I decided to try the birth pool. After just a few contractions, I knew I had to get out. It just didn’t feel right. I got out and moved into our bedroom. I believe that is when I began transition. Suddenly my contractions just felt different..Stronger, more forceful. Not once did I feel like I couldn’t do it or like I had made the wrong decision. My body began to push around 12:30pm. I tried being on my back with my mom behind me for support, but it didn’t feel right. I got back on the birthing ball and that is when I really started to feel comfortable pushing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #996633; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;My body’s natural pushing started to overcome everything else at 1:30pm. All I could do was release my own thoughts and worries and trust my body and baby to do what they were meant to. It felt so much better to me to be pushing! I remember thinking “Wow it’s almost over! My baby is almost here!” I was so excited and that made the pain much less noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;I vividly remember feeling baby slip under my pubic bone and being SO happy just feeling the process happen! A couple pushes later, I felt baby start to crown. I purposefully tried to go as slow as possible and focused on my breathing through contractions and totally let my body take over. I wanted this part to be as gentle as possible for me and baby. I was in no hurry to get baby out since I knew it would be over very soon no matter what. Slowly my body pushed baby’s head out until the crown held. I welcomed the burning sensation and did not pull away from it. It was much less painful to me then the rest of labor had been. Another soft push from my uterus and baby’s eyes and nose were out! One more and there was the whole head and my husband was stroking his hair. When my next contraction came, baby came out with one strong push! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #996633; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;He was born into his father’s hands at 2:46pm on November 1st, 2005!&lt;br /&gt;Our midwife helped Dan to lay the baby up between my legs and I picked up my brand new screaming baby boy and turned to sit down. Dan and I just sat and stared at him in total awe of this amazing creation. I could not believe I had just given birth. All my pain was gone instantly. He was perfect and healthy in every way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #996633; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;Dan and I passed him back and forth taking turns ogling over him. He latched on and nursed 5 minutes after being born. He was already an expert at it! I can’t remember how long afterward, but the placenta stopped pumping blood, so Dan cut the cord while I held him. Our midwife told me it had already been an hour since the birth and we needed to work on getting the placenta out. I had no idea it had been that long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #996633; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;I passed our baby boy off to his daddy and got up to wobble to the bathroom, sit on the toilet and deliver the placenta. Our midwife placed a bowl under me and with one small push, the placenta came out. It was healthy and fully intact. This was the first time I bled through the entire birth! Our midwife checked me and I had no tears, my bleeding was normal, and my uterus was contracting well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #996633; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;By the time I was done, our baby had been cleaned a little, cord was clamped to make his belly button, he was wrapped in a new blanket, and snuggled in his Nana’s arms. I decided a shower would be nice, so Dan helped me shower. When we got out, our midwife had everything cleaned up and packed up and my dad had arrived and had ordered pizza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #996633; font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;Our midwife made sure we were all doing fine, weighed and measured baby, and went home to let us bond with our newest family member. We absolutely fell in love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #996633;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301803778394120290&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSN-Nw3LYuU-DOkPM_TDqQerL1WC3R-YoxXXddfMRoHbCFohGdeHhqSozo6zaR37vLxAzP7kMz55r9F6KukaRurbRbdTyELHolqmOAD34n8pOd6ZqxrGJJc3OTOBTfcXZjBQ7sqAkMClo7/s320/newfamily.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/feeds/2655393833430255333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3953596343520693383/2655393833430255333?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/2655393833430255333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/2655393833430255333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/2009/02/wyatts-homebirth.html' title='Wyatt’s Homebirth'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814982358700937346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4vFigy4UW9oD-ncmVXRjIKEZy18MzCtzYCFnzDn9pwT16CU7RszlY9tA6_iRiIgxzcwSvJ3NCMzHVbUXo-aw_iflnwk-QPK4PVTrh_DAJhA5afg8FjKYuoY_6SeYpA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgavtNdgXkraUa_14aD3E7y5z_-GFEsZwv53PPaxzWHcDGYvXyHgE09kbUMdbGpE3KXi02ZLhMp6sWdmphApeflsVWAfgFIpb5hAOkqqL_i0wMLyBaVK3509JVo0As1LG0gbe5K1VsSYsMK/s72-c/minutesold.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953596343520693383.post-2379301280485095175</id><published>2008-08-21T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:38:24.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Much more than my birthday!</title><content type='html'>Today is my 26&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday! I am SO excited to be 26. Most women don&#39;t want to get older. I love that I am older..life is just getting better and better! I wouldn&#39;t change my age for the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is much more than just my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago today, I was waiting with my mom for Dan to pick me up. We met online and had been talking on the phone for hours for the last 4 days. This would be the first time we met in person and out first date. He came walking in with 2 gorgeous pink roses in a vase. He was (and is) so handsome! I gave him a big, nervous hug and we sat down so my mom and I could talk to him a bit. Safety first.. He was approved so we left on our first date!&lt;br /&gt;He took me to Claim Jumpers and I can&#39;t remember if it was yummy or not cause we were too busy staring at each other. We went to a bar after that..duh it was my 21st &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt;! It&#39;s a must!&lt;br /&gt;We weren&#39;t there for very long. We left and went to the lake by my parent&#39;s house and talked and had our first kiss. He took me home late and I was sad he had to go.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that night that he was it for me! I still feel that way today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years later, we are married and have 2 gorgeous kids and we have accomplished so much as a family! We are young and accept that we will each change through the years and that&#39;s &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. We have a strong marriage, relationship, and friendship. We are so happy and blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s to birthdays, getting older, and another 5 years of bliss!!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/feeds/2379301280485095175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3953596343520693383/2379301280485095175?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/2379301280485095175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/2379301280485095175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/2008/08/much-more-than-my-birthday.html' title='Much more than my birthday!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814982358700937346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4vFigy4UW9oD-ncmVXRjIKEZy18MzCtzYCFnzDn9pwT16CU7RszlY9tA6_iRiIgxzcwSvJ3NCMzHVbUXo-aw_iflnwk-QPK4PVTrh_DAJhA5afg8FjKYuoY_6SeYpA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953596343520693383.post-58006824621253912</id><published>2008-08-10T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:37:41.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATS TO HIM...us!!</title><content type='html'>Since a very young age, my husband has wanted to be a deputy. Not just any deputy though! He want to be a deputy at the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;YCSO&lt;/span&gt; in OR where he grew up. He started working towards that goal before he graduated from high school. I can only imagine his mother&#39;s face when he came home and announced he had just signed up for military life! He did so with purpose though! He became an MP and thus started his law enforcement career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to today...He got hired by &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;YCSO&lt;/span&gt; and made it through the police academy! Today is his very last day of patrol training! By midnight tonight, he will &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; be a solo patrol deputy for &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;YCSO&lt;/span&gt; in OR where he grew up just like he dreamed about so long ago!! He has accomplished all of this and is only 26 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just take a moment to say how very incredibly proud I am of you, Husband!? I so admire your drive, dedication, and motivation to go after your dreams and make them happen! The fact that you dreamed of having this job for the &quot;right&quot; reasons humbles me and helps me to believe there really are plain good people still left in this world! I am so blessed to have you for a husband and our children are just as blessed (although they will not always think so)to have you as their father!&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS DEPUTY HUSBAND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to us as well! His family...his wife and children! We have truly come together as a team and support, worried, sacrificed, and lifted our deputy up, so that he could achieve his dream. Congrats to his parents, who raised a son who has such a big, loving heart! Who has integrity (hard to find these days), empathy, and a true drive to help people! Congrats to all the people in this fine county (or not) who get to know that my husband is out the protecting and serving them with the most honest intentions!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/feeds/58006824621253912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3953596343520693383/58006824621253912?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/58006824621253912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/58006824621253912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/2008/08/congrats-to-himus.html' title='CONGRATS TO HIM...us!!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814982358700937346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4vFigy4UW9oD-ncmVXRjIKEZy18MzCtzYCFnzDn9pwT16CU7RszlY9tA6_iRiIgxzcwSvJ3NCMzHVbUXo-aw_iflnwk-QPK4PVTrh_DAJhA5afg8FjKYuoY_6SeYpA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953596343520693383.post-2728765339173868174</id><published>2008-08-08T18:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:08:26.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I&#39;m jumping into this crazy world of blogging.  I seem to have a lot to say lately and figure this is just a good a place as any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Get ready for my rambling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Katie&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/feeds/2728765339173868174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3953596343520693383/2728765339173868174?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/2728765339173868174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953596343520693383/posts/default/2728765339173868174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyintimeout.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmm.html' title='Here I go..'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814982358700937346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4vFigy4UW9oD-ncmVXRjIKEZy18MzCtzYCFnzDn9pwT16CU7RszlY9tA6_iRiIgxzcwSvJ3NCMzHVbUXo-aw_iflnwk-QPK4PVTrh_DAJhA5afg8FjKYuoY_6SeYpA/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>