Archive for May 5, 2015

I read this headline on Facebook today about a woman in Australia that weighed 600 pounds and gave birth to a 40 pound baby. WOW! Now if that story is true, WOAH BABY!!! I didn’t read the whole thing but I did see a picture of a very overweight little guy lying on a table in a hospital and it said he holds the record for biggest baby born. It got me thinking about when I was pregnant with Little L. It’s been almost 2 years and I still remember how the nurse acted when she came out at 9lbs., 4oz. The doctor was trying to get me to induce, but I didn’t want to. I wanted her to come on her own and she did. I was being told that she could be 10 or 11lbs. by what the ultrasound measurements were saying. Oldest came out weighing in at 8lbs. But with her I could not keep anything down. I ate, I threw up. I thought about eating, I threw up. I ended up losing 20 pounds in the first 5 months. With Little L, I didn’t have morning sickness all that much. She liked food and I didn’t mind giving it to her. (Although, I can’t stand the smell of peanut butter now, which is what I craved the most of.)

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So this nurse kept saying how heavy L was. 9 pounds didn’t feel all the heavy and I really resented her saying it over and over. Then I got a new nurse that night. “Oh she is a big one.” she said.  Give me a break would ya.  I had to go to the nursery with L so she could get her blood drawn. They brought in another baby weighing over 9lbs. They were talking about how they couldn’t believe 2 babies the same night. Well, how little do you want them? I wanted to ask. But I was too tired to have this conversation. When she was done, I wheeled L back to my room and hugged on her for awhile.

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My cousin and his wife had a girl a little after I had L. I haven’t seen my cousin for years, nor met his wife, but my mom had before she moved out west with us. When the baby was born, they sent her a text and a pic saying that she was right around 6lbs. My mom told me and I said, oh she is little. Not really meaning anything by it just trying to come up with something to say. My mom, then says, “Well yeah Kay is not that big.” Wow nice jab at me, thanks mom. She may have not meant the way it came out, but it sure stung a bit. And the whole time I was pregnant, she talked about how my 2 brothers both were born weighing in around 6 pounds, but I came out weighing 9.

But I didn’t care if Little L was 8, 9 or even 10 pounds. As long as she is healthy then I am a happy mom! 🙂