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Saturday, September 14, 2013

Date Night Fail


Friday night, after a rough week, I thought date night would be nice.  We haven’t done much lately just the two of us that doesn’t have something to do with prepping for the coming baby. 

I wore a new shirt.  I had and my jean jacket.  I looked in the mirror and thought, ”I look cute pregnant today.” I was about to walk out of my house when I realized my leggings were on inside out.  I laughed and changed quickly before my husband picked me up. 

We enjoyed a nice dinner.  I was careful to only eat half my food so I wouldn’t be uncomfortable full.  After dinner, morning (all the time) sickness kicked in and I had to run to the bathroom.  Needless to say I vomited on myself.  The pregnancy hormones kicked in and I wanted to cry, I was so upset.  I made my husband stop so I could get a new shirt.  I didn’t want to ruin date night (any more than I already had), but I wasn’t going to sit through a movie smelling vomit. 

I found a cheap maternity shirt, changed and was ready to resume date night.  For some reason, we thought it would be a good idea to see Riddick…in IMAX.  Of course we thought it was a good idea, baby not so much.  She had no problem telling me she wasn’t happy either.  As the violence in the movie progressed so did the violence in my tummy.  Eventually, I had to walk out and calm my baby down.  The hubby got to watch the rest of the movie alone.  On the way home, we enjoyed contractions mixed in with lots of movement in between.  At 4am baby was still reacting. 

Afterwards, I felt like such a horrible mom.  Of course the noise was too loud and the vibrations too much.  How did I not think of this?  It is good preparation for being a mom, there is a lot I will have to learn, and I will only learn as we go along. 

It is official, date nights have changed and life will never be the same, but neither will the love.  The love is so much stronger.  In retrospect, I can’t help but to laugh.  This is the stuff sitcoms are made of.

From now on, date nights will just have to wait until the baby’s Aunties Kare ready to babysit. 

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

"Life is full of barbaric customs." --Vada Sultanfuss


With so much serious stuff going on, I’d like to take the time to think about something a little more normal.  You know, a good controversy to debate.  No one loves a good debate more than me.  Are you ready for this one? …EAR PIERCING.  I know who would have thought.  As a Latina, ear piercing my baby seemed like the natural thing to do.  It’s just what you do in my culture and in my family.  But, now as an educated Latina, I’m learning it isn’t that simple. 

My husband is against ear piercing.  He feels like it is a body mutilation that should be our baby’s choice, when she is old enough and ready to make that decision.  He does not understand why anyone would want to put his or her baby through any unnecessary pain.  He also feels like you are permanently changing her body, and that is not a choice we should make for her.   I have to say, this is a very feminist view.  One that I completely understand, and wish I could agree with, but just can’t seem to get passed my cultural upbringing. 

Ear piercing is just something that happens when a baby girl is born in my family.  For many years in my life I thought it was normal until I saw my friends in school who didn’t have their ears pierced.  All girls in my family got their ears pierced as babies and little baby diamonds for their ears.  I assume the same is true in my husband’s family, because his aunt already bought the baby little earrings.  My husband says he will let our daughter pierce her ears when she asks for it.  But I think, of course she will ask for it.  Her mama has pierced ears, her aunties, and her cousins do too.  She will ask and then she will remember the pain.  If she doesn’t like earrings when she’s older, she doesn’t have to wear them. 

I compare it to baptism.  I don’t think a baby is born with original sin.  I don’t think a baby has sin, but baptism is more a cultural thing you do.  You get your baby blessed.  You pour a little cold water on them, and they cry.  It isn't nice, but it is tradition.  I know that there is nothing that lasts forever in this ceremony, but it was the closest example I could come up with. 

All I keep thinking of is the movie “My Girl 2.”   “It’s a totally barbaric custom.” But I love it! What do you think?  Piercing a baby’s ears, mutilation or a tradition?