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Name: Aimee
Gender: Female
Interests: Interpretive dance, painting, pottery, snuggling, playing, laughing, comedies, suspence, no scary, reading, writing, music, dressing up, being with those I love... just living!
Expertise: Drama... I love to act.
Occupation: Government
Industry: Manufacturing
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Member Since:
10/23/2003
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| Apparently I am a bad mommy...I was in Sunnyvale for a doctor's appointment today, so I took my sister to the Bean Scene coffee shop for old times sake. We had Olivia with us, and it was lunch time, so we had to park in Macy's parking. I am not going to lug Livi's car seat that far. I took her out of her seat, and carried her to the shop. Freddy was there and was oo-ing and ah-ing over her as well as a male customer. We ordered our drinks and walked over to where we pick them up. Olivia had her head on my shoulder and her arm was flopped down on the other side of my arm. This woman comes up behind us and says, "What a beautiful baby."
"Thank you." This is generally what one would say when complemented...
"You know, you really shouldn't have her out in the sun. Do you have a carriage?"
"Yes, but it broke, so we're waiting on a replacement part."
"You can really hurt her by taking her out in the sun like that. I'm a nurse and I work in the medical field."
Seeing where this is going, it is time to end the conversation... no matter how 'well meaning' it may be. "Well, I appreciate your opinion, and I am not trying to be rude, but I think that if the human race were as fragile as we like to believe it is, we wouldn't exist."
"Are you in the medical field?"
"No, I am a child development major."
"Well, you can't carry her around like that."
"Again, thank you for your opinion, and I appreciate what you do, but I think she will be fine. Please leave us alone." At this I turn around. The woman walks to the counter to order a drink. I look down at Olivia and whisper, "When you grow up you can give complements, but you can't be rude like that." The woman may have heard me, but I was well within my rights to say it. It was rude. About 15 seconds passes by, the woman walks back over, and says, "You know that is child abuse, and you could get in a lot of trouble for that."
I stick my hand out to introduce myself, "My name is Amy (insert last name), would you like to report me? What is your name?"
"I'm not telling you my name."
"What is your name?"
"I'm not afraid of you honey, you can't be no more than eight-teen."
"I'm twenty-two and happily married, thank you."
"I'm just telling you, it's child abuse."
"If you don't leave us alone, I will call 911, because you are harassing me."
"It's child abuse."
"I am going to call the police if you don't leave us alone."
"You're abusing your child."
"Tricia, hand me my phone."
"You don't need to call the police, I am just telling you." I am already on the phone with the operator. "Why are you calling the police?"
Operator: "What is the nature of the emergency?"
"I am at the Bean Scene in Sunnyvale, and there is a woman who is harassing me."
Operator: "What is the address?"
"Freddy, what is the address here?" Freddy tells me and I tell the operator, meanwhile the woman is practically yelling at Freddy telling him not to get involved. I tell the operator the details, and she says she'll send the officers and to sit someplace where we were out of harm. While I am waiting for the officers to get there, Livi wakes up, and I am talking to her in my sing song voice. Not even five minutes goes by, and the officer walks in the door, Freddy points to me as being the one who called.
Officer 1: "Hello, Ma'am, What is the problem?"
"Hi, I'm Amy. The lady is behind you. What happened was -"
Woman: "I'M RIGHT HERE OFFICER!"
Officer 1: "You need to sit down ma'am."
I then tell the officer what happened, and I say, "Now I need to know for myself, if I am holding my daughter like this, is it child abuse?" I held her the way I had been.
"No."
"She is six weeks old now, if I take her out in the sun, is it child abuse?"
The officer smirks, rolls his eyes and says, "No."
In this process of talking to the officer, I can hear the woman stammering to the other officer that she is a nurse and that I had the baby hanging over my shoulder, and that her face was buried in my chest (how is this possible?) and that I wasn't supporting her head. She then said that she was a nurse and that she was a social service person (at this point she is stammering). The officer told her that it wasn't child abuse, and that she needs to mind her own business. The other officer comes over to me at this point and tells me that I was not in the wrong, and that it isn't abuse, and that everyone has opinions on how to raise their children. He said that I have the right to raise my daughter however I want, that it isn't like I am leaving her in the car. He said, "I want you to know that you don't have to leave here just because of this. I have told her to leave you alone, and you are not doing anything wrong. You are not hurting your child."
I am almost in tears now and I say, "I know, I love my daughter."
He says, "People need to mind their own business."
I wish I had had time to stay, but I had to go to Costco. If I had the time, I would have stayed just so I wouldn't look like the one in the wrong to everyone in the shop, but in the end that doesn't matter. The officers took care of the lady, and I was vindicated. People are too nosy and don't know how to mind their own business and stay out of mine.
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| Three weeks and one day have passed
Ah motherhood... Olivia Moon (or Livi as I have been calling her) was lucky. She still hadn't turned when we got in to the labour and delivery area, so they had to proceed with the C-section. I cried, but that's okay. I was given a spinal block, but the gal did it a little too high, so I could only feel from about my underarms up. I was drowsy and my arms felt like lead, but I could move and feel them. In the pictures I TOTALLY look drugged! When they were pulling her out, she wouldn't come at first. It felt like they were playing tug-of-war with my boobs - seriously. It turns out that little Livi had the cord wrapped around her neck. So she is a very lucky little girl.
In the past three weeks of getting to know each other she has made mommy so frustrated she'd like to toss the baby out the window (though I never would), and she's made me laugh with the funny faces she makes in accordance to what I am saying ("Mommy loves you!" *Elvis sneer*), and she's made me seriously cry because there is nothing left to do for her and I am exhausted. I have discovered exactly how loud baby's burps and gas can be, and that as soon as I move the spit up cloth, she will make a curdled milk goal down my shirt, and it WILL pool in my bra.
She is super soft and snuggly, and acts as a natural sleep aid. She also can sound like a goat if she cries hard enough, and that can be funny... though I really shouldn't be laughing at her!
I think that the best thing we have found so far is that she really enjoys being in the shower with me. Showers are my way of relaxing, and she seems to relax when she is in there with me. That and babies benefit from skin to skin contact.
Well, now she is waking up and will surely be looking for "THE BOOB" again soon! | | |
| BabyI am nervous... Olivia is going to be born in about 4 hours... either the most intense hours of my life or a major surgery to make it happen... but either way - it is happening today.
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| Oh dear God...I am so lost. I feel like I am floating. I feel like I am shaking uncontrollably, but I'm not. My heart hurts, I don't know where all the tears are coming from. I don't understand why this is happening to me... I am devastated.
Baby girl, please, turn. Dr. Truneh says you're breach... and if you don't turn I have to have a C-section... I don't want you to be ripped out of me. I don't want any of this. I wanted to do things naturally for you. I wanted to feel you and be more involved in your birth than being the shell that carried you to term. Though even if you do turn in time, they will still induce if I have not gone into labour... then the contractions are erratic and not normal and they often prescribe medication anyway. This is not okay for me.
God I am clouded... this can't be happening to me. Why is my world falling apart around me? What have I done to deserve all of this drama? Baby and beyond there is drama. Why is life so stressful for me, for us right now? What are you doing with this? Does this have to happen? Can you change it? Please, God, change it. Please, make every little thing all right. God I thought I couldn't break much more... how smashed up do I need to be? I've got no words of wisdom for myself - it is all bull... my heart is breaking so bad right now I am numb. Oh dear God.... oh dear God... OH DEAR GOD! Oh God. I haven't any words for this but your name... like a rope I am clinging to over the abyss.
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| Something BeautifulLast night I was laying snuggled up to my hubby, with my head on his chest, and that is my favourite part of the night. Olivia started moving around and I asked J if he could feel it. He said he could, in his hip. So I lay there feeling her move, nestled into her father, and I thought about how precious of a moment it was. The two most important people in my life snuggling with me. That is peace for me.
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