Gray With Leopard

From On July 27, 2017

Getting back into the blogging swing of things and it feels pretty darn good. It has been such an adjustment having to bring baby girl with us whenever we shoot pics. It has now become a family production lol.

What I Wore: LA Made top, ASOS skirt, Love,Cortnie ‘Wild Thing’ Roll Down Clutch, Dolce Vita sandals, vintage necklace from Atlantis Dry Goods, Forever 21 headband

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Minty Orange

From On July 20, 2017

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Embracing my new momma curves. Almost 3 months after the birth of my daughter and I honestly cannot complain about the progress my body has made. Especially since exercise has been absent from my daily routine. I mean, I did carry a baby for months and I watched my body expand to hold her. I still have a little ways to go in terms of toning, but it’s nice to be back in one of these dresses. I had to put them on hold toward the end of my second trimester. My hips are also wider. I discovered a few weeks ago that they will no longer fit into some of my favorite pencil skirts. I’m so bummed! Hoping that may change in the future. Until then I’ll be rocking with them. Obviously lol.

What I Wore: The Line By K dress, Love,Cortnie Metallic Roll Down Clutch in rose gold, Zara sandals, vintage necklace from Atlantis Dry Goods

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StyleLust Pages: Minty Orange

StyleLust Pages: Minty Orange

StyleLust Pages: Minty Orange

StyleLust Pages: Minty Orange

StyleLust Pages: Minty Orange

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Flying With My 11 Week Old

From On July 18, 2017

I was super excited to fly up to Maryland to visit with fam and introduce them to the newest member, but boy was I nervous about traveling with her. I did not want to be that person on the plane with the screaming baby. And I went by myself, so that just added to my nervousness. I didn’t travel with a carseat or stroller. Since I was by myself I didn’t want to be overwhelmed with having to check either. I kept it simple with a baby carrier. It made everything a breeze. She even slept in it while moving around the airport. I got it from Babies R Us, but you can find it HERE & in gray HERE.

Quick tip: If you’ve never used a baby carrier try carrying baby around in it prior to traveling. I did so a few days up until we left. I wore her around the house just to get her used to it.

I didn’t check any bags. I had a diaper bag & a carry-on. I worried about what I’d have to do going through security. That was also not so bad. They didn’t make me take the carrier off, thank goodness.

Quick tip: Put your carrier on first and your jacket/sweater/sweatshirt on over it before you walk into the airport. That way when you get to security you can just take your jacket off quickly without having to deal with taking off the carrier to get your jacket off.

You may also want to wear something so it’s easy access to your boobs if you’re breastfeeding. I wore my nursing tank that I usually live in these days. It’s bomb and I highly recommend it. Get it HERE. But then I dressed around that tank lol. Simple and easy. Oh! And if you’re traveling alone wear shoes that are easy to get on and off. Nothing would be fun about carrying your baby on the front of you and having to untie or aggressively pull off some shoes.

After getting through security though I felt like a had made it through one of the obstacles lol. I made sure to change her before we got on. No one wants to sit next to a stinky booty baby!

Quick tip: Some airlines let women with children board first. If not, just ask. I had to and they didn’t announce it, but let me board. It will give you time to get situated without holding up everyone else. And if you need someone to help lift your carry-on overhead there is usually someone there to help you. Another passenger helped me both times, but a flight attendant was also willing.

Once boarded and in our seats we were good to go. Luckily, no one was in the middle seat (we had the window) either time so that was great. I was told by a couple of people including the flight attendant to latch her on during take-off and descent to avoid her ears from popping. It just so happened that she was asleep during take-off and when we landed heading up to Maryland. Going back to Miami she was awake though so I tried it. She did just fine. Even during our time on our flight she did very well both times. No outrageous crying or screaming. She got a little fussy for a second, but she loves standing up (with help, of course) in my lap. So if she started making one peep I just stood her up. Instant smile. She’s always so proud of herself. It’s cute.

So overall, my experience flying as a first time mom was a really good one. I had no crazy people come up to me trying to touch her (be prepared for that just in case) & no crazy crying outbursts. Fingers crossed that the next time goes just as smoothly.

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The Return Of The Culottes

From On July 14, 2017

About a month later, a new look is now up. As time goes on I find it less and less important to do blog posts. I do it when I feel I have the time, but with a newborn it can be quite the challenge. Don’t get me wrong, I love taking pics of myself (who doesn’t lol), so we’ll see where this goes and if I’m able to do it more consistently down the line. In the meantime, enjoy.

Oh and check out this new mini bucket that I’m obsessing over.

What I Wore: ASOS top & culottes (old), Schutz heels (old), Love,Cortnie ‘Love Me Knot’ Mini Bucket Bag (HERE)

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My Birth Story

From On June 27, 2017

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Just over 2 months ago on April 22nd my daughter was born. Definitely one of the craziest and most beautiful experiences of my life. Daughter. It still doesn’t seem real. Here is our story.

3:00am

I woke up in the middle of the night from lower back pain. I had read (and been told) that the early signs of labor may often include lower back pain. I mean it woke me up out of my sleep. My mom experienced it too. I had always had a feeling I’d go into labor in the middle of the night. I was right. Once I woke up I let my sleeping husband know. I noticed that I was having mild contractions. Nothing major. So I started timing them. My doctor told me that if I was having contractions every 5 minutes for an hour that I needed to go to the hospital. I timed my contractions for an hour and a half for good measure. Noting every minute in my phone while sitting in the dark.

Meanwhile, my mom was sleeping in the other room. She was on a plane to Miami the day after I lost my mucus plug. Mind you that was days before this even happened. But after that hour and a half I walked out of my room around 4:30am to wake her up to tell her what was happening. I was in disbelief and still very calm. My contractions still weren’t intense, but this time they definitely felt different. I called my doctor and she asked why I wasn’t at the hospital yet. Ha! I told you I was in disbelief. I told her we were leaving soon. Which we did. I knew I could be gone for a few days if “this was it”. I really watered my plants, y’all. Lol! Who does this?! My hospital bag was already packed and ready to go, so we left shortly after. It felt like we were going on a road trip. Don’t ask lol.

The whole ride to the hospital I was timing my contractions. They were consistent at home. Every 4-5 minutes, but not so much in the car. We got to the hospital around 5:15am. The waiting room in the maternity ward was empty. I was happy about that. Since my contractions were still bearable I was still very calm. After about 30 minutes they put me in a room to monitor me. I was asked a bunch of questions. Then I was checked to see how much I was dilated. Lord, it was only 1cm. I was told that I should walk up and down the hall for an hour. With every contraction I was to grab the bar on the wall and sway my hips and then dip. I did it. And my husband walked every step with me and my cup of water. The contractions were getting stronger, but they were still bearable.

Going Home?

Once I finished my hour of walking I went back to my room where I was checked again. Do you know how uncomfortable it is for a nurse to put her hand in your vagina?? No, do you?? All of that for them to tell me I was still 1cm dilated. I was told I might be sent home. Ummm not happening people. I’m thinking you’re not going to send me home just for me to have to come right back in a few hours. I walked another hour in the hall! By this time my mother-in-law was there and brought a couple of things to snack on. My husband has pretty bad allergies and they can be somewhat unpredictable. Of course he eats a nut bar that makes his face start to swell up. Not the best time for that to happen. He had to sit out my second hour of walking, but my mom gladly stepped in.

Finally, my second hour was over. I had dilated to 2cm. Progress, but damn. Things were happening slowly. Luckily though, they decided to admit me and not send me home. They moved me to my own suite where my husband, mom and mother-in-law could all be in one room. Contractions were intensifying. I pushed through it though. My goal was to do a natural birth. Like, all the way natural. No meds. Nothing. I was asked if I wanted an epidural and I said no. They suggested that just in case I changed my mind they’d put an order in for one anyway. Hours had gone by at this point. Oh and did I mention that my arms are still marked up from when they poked me with needles for the IV and stuff. That was not cool at all. Ouch. But hours went by and my contractions were getting worse. I made no noise. I literally took deep breaths until they ended each time. I did not want to be that girl who was screaming. Plus I thought it was an unnecessary waste of energy.

What Epidural?

Turns out they knew what they were doing. I wanted the epidural. I had to wait hours for it though because the person who was to give it to me was in the middle of a procedure. They warned me about it and I had until 4pm to decide. Otherwise, I’d have to wait until after 8pm. So you guessed it. I ended up having to wait. I didn’t get the epidural until around 9pm. I cried when I decided to get one. I was so disappointed that I couldn’t do it without it. But after suffering hours of intense contractions, I just couldn’t take it anymore. Getting the epidural was a great decision though. They prepped me and I was pretty nervous about that needle in my spine. But I figured that it couldn’t be more painful than a contraction. I don’t even remember it being that bad. I do remember that I could not move at all while they were doing it. That was hard considering that I had a bad contraction while the needle was in my back. Finally I could get some sleep. I had been in labor for hours at this point with contractions about every 3-5 minutes. It was tough. I slept a little. We all slept a little. I don’t even know how the time went by. I couldn’t even eat anything. So I had cups of ice the entire time.

Skip to early early morning when a nurse checks me. Shockingly enough I was 10cm dilated! They sat me up in my bed to get the baby to drop some more. It wasn’t long before I had a very very strong urge to push. I had to tell the nurse. They called my doctor and started getting ready for delivery. Holy shit…she’ll be here soon. Once they had me all set to go I was able to start pushing with each contraction. I couldn’t really feel anything. Which is good in the sense that there was no pain, but bad because I felt like I couldn’t feel enough to push lol. I pushed and pushed and pushed. It was SOOO hard. I threw up at one point. Like convulsive…throwing up. Nothing really came up because I had nothing to eat since the day before. My husband put a cold cloth on my head which I forgot was there. I was burning up.

At 5:15am

There was so much going on in the room. There were so many damn people it seemed. 3 family members, my doctor, and at least 4-5 nurses. Meanwhile, I’m still pushing. It was so hard that I said “I can’t do it” a couple of times. Hard. Baby girl’s heart rate dropped and they had to get her out quickly. I could sense the urgency in the room. Her head was right there. I remember someone saying she had a lot of hair lol. She ended up being suctioned out. I wasn’t too happy about it, but it’s what needed to be done. She was almost completely out and my doctor told me to reach down for her and pull her out. Wow. I pulled my daughter out of me. Next thing you know she was on my chest. I’m surrounded by people and all of the commotion in the room. And I hear her cry. Her first breaths. I was relieved. Baby girl was here. Born at 5:15am and she was here. My husband and I both cut her umbilical cord. What a moment.

After that it was kind of a blur. They took her footprints, cleaned her up and weighed her. She was 6 pounds, 6 ounces. Unfortunately, I did tear and had to be stitched up. Yup, there’s no preparing yourself for it. She was placed on my chest where she stayed for a little while after I pulled her out. Skin to skin contact was important to me. I also asked for her umbilical cord to not be cut right away, but to wait. After they took her (she was still in the same room) I can’t really tell you much more because I don’t remember! I do remember being moved to a recovery suite where I stayed for another 2 days. We couldn’t wait to get out of there. Everyone was so pleasant and helpful though. It was pure bliss having her here finally. It didn’t get real until we were discharged and on our way home. We were on our way just the 3 of us. Our little family grew by one and we couldn’t be more happy.

Stay tuned for my 2 month update!

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