Weird Spanish

The other day I was at the doctor getting my stitches out and it turned out that I had an infection. The doctor told me, ?Solo voy a destripar eso.? I was a bit worried. I didn?t know the word destripar, but it sounded kind of scary. Tripas means innards or stomach, so removing that didn?t sound like a great idea . . . turns out it was to squeeze the infection out of the wound. Which wasn?t as bad as it sounded in Spanish! It got me thinking about a few other words in Spanish that are just weird when you think about them, at least from my gringa perspective.

Resaltar - Meaning ?highlight?, but if you translate it directly to English, it says ?re-jump?. I just saw this on a Facebook ad for special jeans that ?re-jump? your curves. Uhhhhh . . .

Tiraleche - This is a breast pump. Leche is milk, which makes sense, but instead of saying pump or take out (I always get confused and call it a ?saca leche? which means remove or take out milk), tira means throw. So milk thrower? :S

Since I?ve been up most of the night, that?s all my weary brain can come up with at the moment, feel free to add your own in the comments! And for the record, I?m now on antibiotics and strict orders not to overdo things, because I apparently had a pulled muscle on top of the infection and that was why I was suddenly unable to walk again after semi-recovering for a few days. Oops.

What the Big Brothers Think

It has been interesting, having kids old enough to understand about having a baby and to appreciate a new addition (or not) to the family. I thought Dante might be a bit jealous, particularly considering his early concerns about things like my belly growing. However, throughout the pregnancy, he was the most involved, constantly asking me what the baby was doing, kissing my belly and insisting on attending doctor?s appointments with me. He even packed a hospital bag, determined to go with me and be with me when I had the baby. I had to break it to him that he wouldn?t be there for that part (though I?m sure he would have loved it!), but that he could come after to visit. He packed anyway, just in case.

Dorian was another story. He was mostly indifferent throughout the pregnancy, commenting from time to time on the baby or the fact that I?d grown a lot, but remarkably un-curious, considering. He?s at the stage where many comments you make are met with a ?Yeah, I know.? As if he?s already lived a lifetime and has seen it all and is jaded.

So, I had no idea what to expect when the boys came to see me a few hours after the baby was born. They were immediately more concerned about me than the baby, asking if I was ok after the surgery (they are both fully aware of what surgery means!) and wanting to know if I was in pain. Then they turned their attention to their new brother. They peeked shyly at him and ran off to jump on the couch in the room and had nothing more to do with him. That was fine.

The next day, Dorian told Irving he didn?t want to go back to the hospital and he just wanted me and Dominic to come home. The hospital obviously holds bad memories for him and he said he really wasn?t comfortable there. Dante came, though. He stopped and looked at me shyly, since I was breastfeeding as he came in. I asked if he?d rather Papa held the baby so I could talk to him easier and he said yes.

With Papa holding the new brother, Dante came and leaned on me and told me all about what he?d been up to. Then he looked at the baby and asked if he could see him. He carefully examined Dominic, not touching him and came back to grin at me. When I took Dominic back, he gingerly reached out a finger.

?Can I touch his hand?? I assured him that would be fine. Well, you can guess what happened next. Dominic gave Dante a taste of his ninja grip and that was it, the big brother was smitten! ?He likes me!?

After that, Dante couldn?t be kept away. He ran fingers over Dominic?s soft hair, touched his nose and his cheek, tickled his little toes and laughed over every grimace his new brother made.

When we got home, Dante was all about hanging out with the baby. Dorian wanted nothing to do with him and was decidedly grumpy that the rest of the family did . . . but I think the biggest insult was that his cousin Zanelle stopped coming over to play Wii with him and just wanted to check out the baby. He was definitely a jealous big brother, something I hadn?t expected, truthfully!

Dominic had been home a couple of days when I was trying to make supper and the baby started screaming. He was in his bouncy chair and in desperation, I asked Dorian to come and try and distract him.

?I don?t know what a baby likes!? I asked him to just talk or sing and see if that helped, while I finished his soup. He stood there looking at his brother with a weird look on his face.

?I know what he?ll like.? He ran off to get a baby toy that we were gifted, a giraffe that has various sounds it plays. He knelt in front of Dominic and pushed a button for a jungle sound and the baby stopped crying. The next thing I knew, Dominic was staring at the giraffe and at Dorian and then . . . he smiled. It may have been just a grimace, but I don?t think it?s coincidence that both big brothers have been given smiles when they were playing with him and I haven?t seen one directed at me! Dorian was thrilled and I told him a baby smile is very rare and very special at this age, so Dominic must really like him. Then Dominic let out a little cooing sound.

?He?s talking to me!? And that was the point that Dorian fell in love with his littlest brother.

Now it?s not uncommon for the kids to be found kneeling in front of Dominic?s chair, acting silly and bouncing toys around in front of him or explaining the intricacies of Hot Wheel races to him. Dante asks to hold him at least a couple times every day and he will snuggle his brother for about 45 seconds before saying he?s too heavy. He comes and kisses him throughout the day and plays with his hands and won?t let most other people near ?his? baby.

Dorian doesn?t show his affection through kisses and touching, he prefers to talk, so he?ll lean over and chat away with his brother or show him a new toy or say, ?Hey, look, Dominic, you?ll like this computer game!?

It didn?t take long for them to accept that there are three of them now and for that, I?m very glad. Now, if the tired parents could just come to grips with reality   . . .

Kids Say the Darndest Things: Episode 36

Dorian: ?So, I have a new baby sister.?

Me: ?No, you have a baby brother.?

Dorian: ?Yeah, I?m pretending he?s a girl because I wanted a sister.?


Dorian: ?Dante, leave me alone!?

Dante: ?I?m Felipe.?

Dorian: ?No, you?re not. You?re Dante, stop bugging me.?

Dante: ?Nope, I?m Felipe now.?


Dorian: ?What? Why is there only ONE baby? We need one for me and one for Dante.?


Dante: ?HEY! That baby just SMILED at me!?


Dorian helped me by distracting Dominic with a toy while I was making dinner.

Me: ?Thank you, Dorian, that really helped! You calmed him down for me.?

Dorian: ?Yeah, I?m super awesome!?


Dante: ?Mama, the baby doesn?t like you because he only sleeps when you see him. He likes me. He likes to wake up and see me, but not you!?


Danteplaying a computer game. ?I winned!?

Dorian: ?Yeah, but you almost lost.?


Dante: ?Mama, how can I help you today??

Dominic?s Birth Story

As regular readers know, Dominic was very determined to be a breech baby. He LIKED sitting (I?ve noticed that he still does, now that he?s out in the big world, heh). So, last Saturday, when the doctor told us that he was breech again, I was disappointed, but not 100% surprised. After all, I had felt a lot of movement lately down low and was worried that if he was in the right position, that his legs didn?t work!

The dr. noted that there wasn?t much amniotic fluid left and said it was best to get Dominic into the world. ?He?s a big baby and you?re far enough along that he shouldn?t have any problems.? The C-section was originally set for Tuesday, but as we were heading home, I got a little emotional at the thought of bringing a baby into the world on the 21st. I know it doesn?t actually matter, but I like even numbers and the other boys were on even numbers (14 and 16) and at the time, waiting TWO days for the dreaded surgery was a lot to deal with. So we called the doctor and asked if we could do Monday, instead. He said it was fine and we went home to prepare for the arrival of our third son.

Irving cleaned the house, I cooked and sewed. Sunday night, I was so nervous! I tried to sleep, but it was pretty impossible. I was alternating between being terrified of the surgery and ecstatic that we were getting to meet our baby in a few hours!

The next morning, we hung out with the kids and explained everything to them, made arrangements for my brother-in-law to be with them while Irving joined me in surgery and then we sat and got more and more nervous. I re-packed the bags for the hospital. Finally we left at 10 and went to take out the last of the money to pay the medical bill and stopped to pay the electric bill before heading to the hospital.

In hospital, I was given a cushy room and told that the C-section was scheduled for 1 pm. MORE time to wait. We watched TV and a nurse kept checking on Dominic?s heartbeat. He was completely calm . . . obviously oblivious to the fact we were about to drag him into the real world!

At 1, my doctor showed up, checked me over and had us head upstairs to the green room. I nearly cried when they wheeled me in. I was so anxious and thinking back to last April when Dorian was wheeled into the exact same room made me feel so bad. He must have been so terrified.

Irving was scrubbed in and came in after they?d already put in the spinal block. Any fears I had about feeling anything during surgery went away when everything from the chest down went numb. The anesthesiologist was joking away and told me to try moving my legs, which I think was meant to be reassuring, but just made me mildly panicky because obviously I couldn?t!

The process was fairly quick in the beginning, I didn?t feel anything until they started to take Dominic out, but couldn?t tell what was going on, just a tugging sensation, exactly like you read about. The anesthesiologist said, ?oh, they have his legs out!? Irving was trying to get the camera to open, but it wouldn?t, so there are no pics of that part. The next thing I knew, the pediatrician was running out of the room and I just caught a glimpse of grey limbs in his arms. My doctor told Irving to go with him and so off he went. I could see them in the other room by turning my head and was worried that the baby wasn?t crying. The pediatrician suctioned him out and finally, Dominic let out a wail worthy of a pissed off baby who has just realized that he?s not in Kansas anymore!

Irving stayed while they cleaned him and I heard him ask, ?Does he have an anus? Because we have a son who was born without.? It was kind of funny to see the two men bending over and peering at Dominic?s bottom. ?Yup, perfectly formed!? Whew.

The doctor was busy sewing things up on me when Irving came hurrying in to tell me, ?He?s perfect and healthy and he looks JUST like Dante!? His eyes were literally shining with pride. I had been worried that the C-section wouldn?t be as awesome for him to witness as a natural birth and maybe it wasn?t, but I have never, ever seen him glow like that. He was SO thrilled.

Dominic was brought in to show me but I mostly just got a look at legs and long feet, then he was taken to get dressed. Irving went with him, of course. When they wheeled me back to the room, he brought up the rear, proudly carrying his bundled up son. It was pretty awesome, he looked so happy, I wish I?d thought to ask someone to take a photo of him!

Back in the room, I asked to hold Dominic because A) I wanted to check him out and get a good look at him and B) I wanted to start breastfeeding as soon as possible. Even though I couldn?t feel much, Irving helped me get Dominic latched on and we stared at each other for a while he figured things out.

Dominic stayed awake for a very long time, checking us out. He would lift his head up and look around and then lay it back down, rest a moment and lift it back up. When he finally fell asleep, Irving and I talked about the newest addition to our family and then he headed home to get the boys.

I?ll write a bit more about our homecoming and everyone?s reaction to Dominic later. We came home yesterday at 3 pm, so a little more than 24 hours after the surgery and it has been a bit of a challenge, but it?s better to be home than stuck in the hospital and Dominic is fitting in perfectly to our family

Presenting Dominic Cruz

After all that trouble, Dominic was delivered via C-section yesterday afternoon, a little after 1 pm. He?s 8 lbs and 51 cm long and perfectly healthy, thank goodness!

As for me, let?s just say the Cesarean was about as bad as I?d suspected and recovery is . . . well, I have no idea how a woman decides to have another child after this. I don?t see Dominic having a younger sibling at this point unless they can guarantee me a vaginal birth next time and that?s not likely! But I?m glad he is here safe and sound and healthy. He?s absolutely adorable and I?m enjoying snuggling with him as much as is possible when dealing with this much pain.

And Back to the Beginning

I have a feeling Dominic is going to be very much his own person and march to his own beat. We went to my final doctor?s appt. today and the little rascal turned breech again (seriously, how am I NOT feeling this?!?!). And now he?s good and stuck in the sitting position, like a little Buddha in my womb. His amniotic fluid is quite low, no room to move his not-so-little head back down (he?s measuring nearly 42 weeks at this point) and so we?re back to the C-section.

It sucks. I hate the uncertainty and I was ready to give birth naturally again, happy to be in the private hospital and happy that Irving would finally be there for the birth of one of his sons. Except now it?s all going to be different. I think it?s the back and forth that has me messed up. I was ok with the C-section the first time, happier to be natural after that and now I?m kind of down about this return to C-section.

From what I?ve read, women who have had C-sections tend to be scared of birthing naturally. And those who have had natural births tend to fear C-sections. In the end, the baby is here and that?s what counts, right? I?ve read up extensively on the process and quite frankly there are two things that are really bugging me about it.

1. Pain. I?m a total wuss when it comes to pain. So you?d think having given birth naturally would have cured me of wanting more of that! But what worries me is the long recovery process and trying to bond with my baby while dealing with a healing incision. It shouldn?t be that bad, there are painkillers, after all and millions of other women have done this.

2. Catheter. I hate catheters and for some bizarre reason, this is my second biggest worry. Silly, right?

After feeling very grumpy about the whole thing, I decided that the only way to get over it is to focus on the fact that I?m going to be holding my baby in my arms in less than 48 hours. He?ll be born on Monday afternoon and I asked if I can keep him with me and the doctor said I can have him immediately, provided there are no complications and can even try to breastfeed right after Dominic is born, while they finish stitching if I want. Have I mentioned that I love my doctor?

Dorian is thrilled that we finally have a date. He hates the uncertainty and has been constantly asking EXACTLY when the baby will be here. ?One day? Two days? WHEN?!? So now he can count the days on the calendar, he?s content. He has a notebook that he carries with him now and he writes down his schedules. He will ask what we?re going to do if we?re going into town, make a list, with little periods after each thing and then cross it off as we accomplish each thing. He also makes a map for the trip and tracks where we are on it. So the boy likes order and this baby business wasn?t fitting into his plan until now!

Dante could care less. Irving is calm and collected, but feeling bad for me. He doesn?t care that this won?t be a natural birth and he?s all ready to take photos of everything. So in the end, I?m sure it will be fine. In the meantime, I have one more day to get the entire house in order and finish sewing Dominic?s hospital outfit. And a couple of articles to finish up so I can take a week off from work!

Streamlining Things

Life has been hectic and hard lately. Part of it (ok, most of it) is work, which has been increasing insanely until it reached the point where I tried to quit and that didn?t really go as planned. Long story short, I?m still working, but with slightly less responsibility. I?m hoping that starting next week, I can delegate most things so I don?t have to spend 12-15 hours a day on the computer.

However, dealing with work and trying to homeschool at the same time made me realize that with a baby added to the mix, I?m probably going to be in full time breakdown mode, even without the extra hormones running through my system.

Irving found a bread machine at the MegaPaca (I know, I talk about this place constantly but it is just THAT awesome!) and when tested, it seemed to work. Of course, he couldn?t bake a loaf there in the store to test it completely, but he figured that if it heated, that was good, so home it came.

Now, I usually make bread from scratch myself and let?s just say that I haven?t had time to do more than throw carrot sticks at the boys lately, much less cook or bake bread. I always thought of a bread machine as kind of cheating . . . but you know what? I think I need to cheat at this point in my life. I?m going to have three kids soon, one of which will be mostly attached to me 24/7, a full time job, a school and all my other stuff, so cheating is a good thing.

I tested the bread machine today with white bread, since I didn?t want to waste hard earned home ground flour on a bad loaf and this is what came out:

It was perfect! Light and fluffy and better than I usually manage on my own. The loaf was bigger than I thought, too. It still wasn?t big ENOUGH because it was devoured hot with butter in about 5.2 minutes, but that?s beside the point. I?m going to try a few different recipes and see what works best for us. Just having the machine do the mixing and kneading saves an insane amount of time, particularly with whole wheat bread and that means better loaves. It also means I won?t accidentally forget that I have bread rising, which has happened a few times with baby brain. Overall? I?m loving this new machine and am going to be using it a LOT in the next few months.

Kids Say the Darndest Things: Episode 35

Me: ?Oh, my tummy hurts, that was too much food.?
Dorian: ?Are you sure it?s the food and not the baby coming??

Dorian: ?I?m going to be 8 next birthday.?
Me: ?No, you?ll be 7, it comes after 6.?
Dorian: ?Yeah, I?m skipping 7. I really want to be 10, but that?s a lot to skip.?
Me: ?Why do you want to skip ages? They?re all good.?
Dorian: ?Zanelle?s friend, that pretty girl? She?s 10. I need to catch up to her.?


Dante: ?When is MY birthday??
Me: ?In May. First comes Papa?s or Dominic?s birthday and then the other, then my birthday and then yours.?
Dante: ?Why am I always last? How come Dominic gets a birthday first??
Me: ?Your auntie Sarah is after you.?
Dante: ?No, I?m always last.?

Me: ?I love you guys.?
Dante: ?I love you, too, Mama.?
Dorian: ?Me, too.?
Me: ?Can you believe there?s going to be three of you guys soon??
Dorian: ?Yup. It?s going to be awesome!?

Me: ?I?m going to Antigua, I?ll bring you guys something to eat, ok??
Dorian: ?I want donuts!?
Dante: ?Bring me carrots, please!?

Dorian was playing with the in-laws? dogs. One in particular is a little aggressive, so he pushed him toward Loopy, who is four times this dog?s size . . .

Dorian: ?Seize him, Loopy! He tried to bite me!?

Dorian: ?You know, this crib is really nice. I might even like to have it in my room . . .?
Me: ?You want to sleep in it??
Dorian: ?Oh, no, I have my own bed, but maybe Dominic could sleep in my room, because it?s a pretty nice crib.?