Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Mama is cooking!!!

We only have a few weeks left, and I am finally getting into a routine!!!!  When we decided to move to London. I knew I didn’t want the girls in school full time because I wanted to be able to explore London with girls in toe.   But I also wanted to have a few days for myself to avoid "burn out" and have fun. The girls go to a nursery two days a week, and I’m supposed to use this time to myself. However, I ended up using this time to clean, do laundry and run family errands. But one day I started to fit in a workout and from there I started to claim my days off.  I’ve started to take cooking classes. 

I started to take cooking classes because I’m not the most confident cook. I can cook a few staple West Indian dishes, but that’s it. I have no idea how to cook European, Asian or American foods.  I’m so bad that I can’t even sauté a piece of fish correctly. Thus following a recipe is very difficult for me because I don’t know how to do the basics.  My goal while in London is to do something for myself that I think is fun and will help me develop as a person. I love to entertain so I decided I would take some basic cooking classes.  So far, I’ve taken three classes,  (Thai) Coconut Prawn Curry, (French ) Chicken with Tarragon and Creme Fraiche, and (Spanish) Cod with Butterbean and Chorizo.

Below is a picture of my favorite dish and the link to the recipe: 
Cod with Butterbean and Chorizo. This was my favorite because it was so simple to make and so yummy!!!!

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Writing Disability

I have a writing disability also known as Dysgraphia. My writing disability is one of the main reasons I stopped blogging. I have language based Dysgraphia Vs. the motor skill Dysgraphia. Language-based Dysgraphia affects my ability to correct my grammar, spelling, and word organizations. In order to make sure my post were grammatically correct and not to embarrass myself, my husband always did a grammar check on my work. However waiting two or three days for him to correct my post killed my creativity. This time around I’ve purchased Grammarly, a grammar check software. No software is perfect, but it will do for the moment.  I'm sure my first few post will be rough but after awhile I’ll improve. I just have to write/ post and learn from my mistakes.

Below is more information about Dysgraphia taken from website.

Dysgraphia that is caused by a language disorder may be characterized by the person having difficulty converting the sounds of language into written form (phonemes into graphemes), or knowing which alternate spelling to use for each sound. A person with dysgraphia may write their letters in reverse, have trouble recalling how letters are formed, or when to use lower or upper case letters. A person with dysgraphia may struggle to form written sentences with correct grammar and punctuation, with common problems including omitting words, words ordered incorrectly, incorrect verb and pronoun usage and word ending errors. People with dysgraphia may speak more easily and fluently than they write.
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Monday, January 12, 2015


Last time I wrote, I just had a healthy baby girl via VBAC! Fast forward, Talia is almost a year old and guess what? No, I’m not pregnant… Lol! But we moved to London, UK. We moved to the UK for my husband’s work. My husband accepted a six months assignment, and we have been here for four months. We have two more months to go!  It will be bitter sweet to say goodbye. I just started to make real friendship and we finally have a good routine.  I love living here, though the first few months were rough. It’s been tough because the girls were not sleeping! We finally got Talia to sleep thought the night, but Kennedy is another story. She was a good sleeper till London and she is still having trouble sleeping. I know it’s a late start, but I think it will be fun for you all to tag along with us on our last few weeks.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Happy New Year!

I keep waiting to write the perfect post… waiting for my kids to go to sleep…Waiting for more energy… Waiting to be more organized…Waiting for my husband to get a brake from work so he can get back to editing my post… I just keep waiting. Mean while there is so much going on that I’m not sharing with you and so much happening on all your blogs that I missing. For the New Year, I’m going to make time for blogging. I realize it’s important to me. My New Year resolution for this blog is… STOP WAITING And Just WRITE! So here it is my first imperfect but not last post for the New Year!

Happy New Year!

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Birth Story Part 2

So I... put on my headphones and I listened to my hypnobabies sound track and then I was able to relax.  At that point my husband went to sleep. My Doula spent the rest of the night massaging my pressure points or turning me in my bed. I listened to my tapes all night and watched a simulated birth on my cell phone over and over and before I knew it morning had arrived. I remember my doula telling me, Breanne your contractions are slowing down and they are going to tell you that they want to start to give you Pitocin. Ask them for another hour and at that point your OB will be on call and we can let her make the decision. And just like my doula said, an intern for the OB who I didn’t like walked in and said she was going to give me Pitocin and I asked for another hour and she agreed.

At 7am, the hospital shifts changed and I had to say goodbye to my wonderful nurse. I was sad to see her leave because I really liked her and I understood how important your birthing nurse is to your birthing experience. I remember hating the birthing nurse I had when I gave birth to Kennedy. I even requested not to have her this time around. I didn’t remember her name but it was in my files at the hospital. Funny enough, my OB knew the nurse I was talking about even though I couldn’t remember her name. Anyways, the new nurse came on and she seemed a bit distant. So my husband and my doula started to make small talk with her and she slowly started to seem more human which helped me relax.

Around 9am, the nurse walked into my room and said your baby' heart rate is decreasing and my heart dropped. I thought this is it – here comes the C-section talk, but instead, she checked me and said you are COMPLETE!  I did it. I made it to 10 cm dilated. This was it… I could see the finish line! My nurse left to get my OB and I swear when my husband heard this he got so excited.   He buttoned his shirt and brushed his teeth. I thought to myself… hell no he was not going to look beautiful in the post pregnancy pictures and I was going look a mess. I told my doula to grab my make up bag because it’s show time. The theater major in me came back in full force.  My doula helped me brush my teeth and I had time to apply a little lipstick.

My OB came in and told me that I would need to start pushing soon, but we were going to wait for the baby to drop or something. That part is a bit vague. I remember my mother and my mother in-law coming at that point. We were all so excited.

Time to push. Pushing by far was much harder then I thought it would be, even with the epidural.  I pushed for almost 2 hours. Everyone kept telling me I was doing a good job, but it seemed to take forever. The nurse asked me if I wanted a mirror and I told her yes.  The only problem is when I pushed I would close my eyes. Apparently the baby’s head would come out while I was pushing and go back in when I stopped. So all I could see was the head going back in towards the end of my pushes.  I got very frustrated over time, but eventually I was able to see some progress. Suddenly, after some time, my doula and my OB said “this is it”…I would need to take down my nightgown if I wanted to do ‘skin to skin’, but I was in a bit of denial, so I said no… I didn’t want to get my hopes up.  In the back of my mind, I didn’t believe this was really happening. I was really about to give birth to my daughter – a vaginal birth.  Then, with that last push I began to cry because I felt her leave my body and I knew that I had done it. I did it! Per our birth plan my husband announced to the room it was a girl!!! Then they immediately put her in my arms. I’ll never forget this moment.  She smelled so good and I put her on my chest and I thought, no, I didn’t do it, we did it!  There were so many times during my pregnancy and even my labor that I doubted that this was going to happen, but my prayers were answered.  Talia had a gentle birth and she was born in a room full of love.   

Monday, March 31, 2014

Birth Story Part 1

During my second trimester, I was diagnosed with Cholestasis. Because of the potential for adverse fetal outcomes, my Cholestasis treatment included medication, weekly stress test with ultra sounds and an early induction. I felt apart of the reason I had C-section with Kennedy was my body wasn’t ready for the Pitocin induction. I decided to go a more natural rout. My chiropractor gave me three natural induction sessions that included a combination of acupuncture and acupressure.  The natural methods of induction worked because with each session I became more dilated. When I went to the hospital on the night of Jan 20 for my medical induction where they were going to put a Foley catheter over night to help my cervix dilate. The OB on call told me I was already too dilated for this procedure, so there was no need for the Foley catheter. The doctor told me she was going to break my water and I was going to have my baby that night!

This news threw me into a panic because I hadn’t rested that day because  I  thought I was going to the hospital and they were going to insert the catheter and give me a sleeping pill with labor starting the next day. I also didn’t like the OB on call, but my doctor wasn’t scheduled to be at the hospital until 7AM the next morning. I felt the OB on call wasn’t comfortable with a VBAC and that she would send me into surgery for any little reason. I remember her looking at my birth plan and saying “no” to things my OB already approved. The nurse on call could tell I wasn’t comfortable with this news and she talked to the OB privately. She asked the OB to give me 2 hours to rest and told us to call our doula. This was really great of her because 2 hours meant that my water wasn’t going to be broken until 11:30pm, which increased the chances that my OB would be working by the time I was giving birth.  This also gave, my husband, my doula and me time to rest. During these two hours I played my hypnobabies birthing day affirmation tracks over and over again and I found them so relaxing and I was able to really get rest and prepare for labor.

About 11:30, the OB on call arrived to break my water. This time around she was nicer and more reassuring. Apparently, she had delivered some babies while she was away, so she wasn’t under as much pressure and she could supervise me the way she wanted too. After my water broke, my contractions came on stronger and more regular, but I really didn’t feel anything for another 30 minutes.

I just kept on feeling like I had to go the bathroom. Then finally on the way to the bathroom a painful contraction hit me.  I remember being crippled by it. I started to use my hypnobabies techniques to help calm me and I was able to relax through the contraction. Then another one hit, and another one. They were coming faster and harder. My husband tried to massage me to help alleviate the pain but it wasn’t working. He whispered beautiful words into my ears but they were just irritating me. That’s when the nurse told my husband to call the doula because I was in active labor and she could tell my husband needed back up.

My doula came about 20 min after my husband called her, but by that point, in my mind I started to want an epidural.  These contractions were different then my contractions with Kennedy. My contractions with Kennedy were in my back and my doula was able to massage them. This time around the contractions came from deep inside and I felt like I was being split in half and I knew that massages were not going to help me. My doula asked my nurse if I could go into the shower. Sitting in the bath really helped with my pain with Kennedy’s labor, so I was very excited about getting in to the tub.  My doula explained to me because of hospital policy I wouldn’t be allowed into the tub because my water was broken. Instead she asked the nurse if could I get into the shower. The nurse called the OB on call and the OB said, “NO”. The OB said, I was a VBAC and she didn’t want to take any chances. At that point, I realized because I was a VBAC they wouldn’t let me do a lot of things to help me naturally manage the pain so I asked for an epidural. In order to receive the epidural they have to fill you with so many litters of liquid via the IV before they can give you the epidural. This seemed to take forever because the contractions and the pain did not stop.

After I received the epidural, they checked my progress. I cannot remember how dilated I was at this point, but I do remember two things. One, I was dilated more then I ever was when I had Kennedy and two, I was progressing fast enough that there was no talk of Pitocin. In my first birth, soon after I received the epidural things went wrong, so I wasn’t able to totally relax right away. So I...

End of Part 1