You know how there are things you’ve been meaning to do but you end up putting on the back burner for quite a while? Yeah, posting on the blog was one of those things.
Let me catch you up since last post:
- We found out we were pregnant (June 2019)
- We found out we were having a girl! (October 2019)
- We had our baby! (3/10/20)

She is also known as “Kaia”.
7 weeks old.
Motherhood, by far, is one of the craziest adventures I’ve experienced.
The moment I knew.
It was during Toy Story 4’s recap and intro that I absolutely knew I was pregnant. We were sitting in the front row of a packed theater and I could not stop laughing and crying from all the rushed feelings of nostalgia hearing You’ve Got a Friend in Me. I turned to my husband, tears running down my eyes and body shaking from laughter, and whispered — “I think I’m pregnant”.

It was so exciting to know I was possibly pregnant again but I had to be sure. We had been trying for 6 months after our miscarriage and our prayers finally had been answered. I called every clinic to see if I could come in for another test to confirm by a medical professional. I ended the next morning at our local Planned Parenthood because they were the only ones who took in walk-in pregnancy tests. My heart was racing as I waited for the nurse to come in with my results.
She walked in with a big smile and said, “Congratulations! It’s positive!”. Instantly, tears rolled down my eyes and I leaped with joy hearing the good news. It was happening. We were going to be parents.
The Reveal
This was one of the hardest things to keep secret. We wanted to be absolutely sure that we made it past the first scan and 12 week appointment before we could start telling friends and family. It didn’t last long. Slowly we told family, and then some close friends, and then everyone else on our wedding anniversary in September. We planned a gender reveal in October to celebrate and see if we were having a boy or girl. After hearing so many stories of people finding out their babies’s genders and old wives tales, it had seemed that I was having a boy. Half our family was split on thinking team girl and the other team boy. Ultimately my hubby and I were happy regardless with the outcome because we had been praying for a healthy baby.
At the reveal, pink smoke was flying, and I was shocked when I opened my eyes. While I was excited, I was also surprised of how very wrong I was thinking it would be a boy. It goes to show I was still building my maternal instincts. I also learned being a mother would be humbling real quick.
That summer and season of first and second trimester was nothing but pure joy and excitement.


The Last Stretch
Third trimester rolls around and I am back to exhausted and had gotten pretty large. Our babygirl ended up being 12 days past her due date. There came a point in the last few weeks that I would just hide at home away from people because I was so over hearing horror birth stories or hearing questions on how I was still pregnant or when the baby was going to arrive. It was however comforting to know she wouldn’t be in there forever. She had to come out some point.
Labor and Delivery
I didn’t expect a March baby. I didn’t expect a cesarean. Things didn’t go as planned, but I adapted.
After 18 hours of being induced and in active labor, I found myself being prepped for surgery. My body was shaking uncontrollably from the rush of adrenaline and the medications they pumped me with. I remember being transferred onto the operations table and my husband by my head as I death gripped his hand. I remember screaming in pain as they made the first cut. Oh boy was it painful. A few minutes in I felt it all and then the next minute I went under.
Looking back, it felt like a dream. It was probably was due to all the medication I was on for the pain and procedure. I ended up having a few complications with my c-section. My bowels were exposed shortly after they took the baby out. I couldn’t see clearly what was happening but I could hear what was going on around me during the operation.
This was my first hospital experience as a patient, ever.
I thought I did pretty well trying to survive through labor and delivery. I kept a positive attitude and took deep breaths through each contraction. Through all the pain, I was surprised I didn’t cry! I think I was so focused on staying calm, I wanted to make sure I didn’t put baby and I in distress.

There were so many emotions I had felt that I hadn’t had time to process during my stay in the hospital. One thing I wanted to acknowledge was how thankful for the amount of prayers and support we received during my whole journey through pregnancy on. I was relieved that both baby and I were healthy and adjusting. My husband was such a trooper for holding my hand through each moment of pain that I endured. He was my crutch. LITERALLY! He helped me take my first steps after a night’s rest and helped me get back on my feet the next few weeks until I could do it on my own.
I am completely in awe of this journey in becoming a mother.


