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Patient Rights and How to Self Advocate

What you need to know about your Patient Rights before Labor & Delivery.

I referenced my super long labor in a previous post, and promised to dedicate another post to it, well I am making good on my promise. Because my labor did not go exactly as planned, I wanted to use my experience to help other mothers (and their support people) prepare for similar experiences. While this post will share my labor story, I will also outline in detail your patient rights when in the hospital. Also, I have developed a printable PDF to bring to the hospital to help subscribers self-advocate and make the best of their labor story!

First thing you need to know is that Mama Bear and Baby Bear ended up completely happy and healthy. Second thing you need to know , Mama and Papa Bear are planners. Like big time planners. Like wake up on a Saturday morning and plan our the weekend hour by hour planners…perhaps we are a bit extreme. So, when it came to preparing for our delivery of baby bear, we had it all planned out.

Our super well thought out completely realistic plan: We hired a doula, and were convinced I would go into labor like two weeks early. I of course would be home when I went into labor, and would stay home with Papa Bear, Boogie Bear, and our super supportive doula until the last second possible. (Eating all my super healthy labor friendly snacks, listening to music, and playing board games) When I arrived at the hospital, my favorite OBGYN would OF COURSE happen to be on call that day. My delivery would be all natural, and sans medical intervention (an epidural was completely out of the question) in a reasonable amount of time (you know, like 10 hours tops). Then I would change into my super cute nursing dress/robe and start bonding with Baby Bear, who we were sure was going to be a boy……Great plan right? PSHHH. We are idiots; hopeful idiots, but idiots nonetheless.

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Maternity Leave

Ten (plus one) ways to ENJOY your Maternity Leave.

Happily Adjusting to Motherhood during Maternity Leave

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As I sit here watching my Baby Bear play on her play gym on the last day of my maternity leave, I am filled with overwhelming love, joy, sadness, and absolute guilt. She’s laying there happy as a lamb, punching that insipid monkey rattle right in his pompous face and giving the puppy teether a what-for; and I can’t help but wonder what will be going through her mind when someone else is sitting on this cold floor next to her cheering on the battle to the death with Mothra (also known as Freddy the Firefly). Will she miss me? Will she boycott naps, or organize a sit in? (She’s highly advanced!) Will I survive? Will I just cry so hard that my eyes fall out? Even worse, will I enjoy it? Will I be happy to go back to work and leave her in the hands of another? Am I a bad mother? So many things speeding through my brain some thoughts rational, some of them completely asinine! I take a moment to look back on the last three and a half months.

Baby bear was two weeks past due, and the last two weeks of my pregnancy I worked tirelessly preparing our home for a new edition, doing ALL the old-wives tales to induce labor, and managing my own anxiety related to labor and caring for a newborn. I spent my last night before the hospital walking the steps, eating steak, and hyperventilating intermittently between sobs wondering if I was doing something wrong, or right, that this baby refused to come to meet us! Then there was the labor and the hospital stay (which we will discuss in a different post!). Then we were home, with this tiny, completely dependent, beautiful little blob of a person. Papa Bear and I spent three weeks together learning how to care for a newborn, how to perfect the perfect swaddle and losing our voice SHUSHing this little girl to sleep. Then I was alone (luckily only 3 days a week), to create my own routine. I was so nervous, but eventually I fell into my own routine, and after a week or so, I LOVED IT.

How, you ask? Well here’s my advice to ENJOY your maternity:

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The Journey into Mom Blogging

How a Mama Bear Becomes a Mom Blogger…

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Welcome! Thank you for reading the very first post of Memoirs of a Mama Bear (my journey into Mom Blogging), please take a moment and subscribe to receive notifications about upcoming posts! Well, now that we’re all here, let me first thank my friends and family who are inevitably reading this post out of obligation. (HI GUYS! Thanks for the support!) But, for those of you who don’t know me personally, I am Mama Bear, a title that has recently taken on new meaning for me. My husband (Papa Bear), has been calling me Mama Bear for as long as I can remember; however, recently we created a little baby bear of our own. Now, it’s no longer a quirky little nickname my husband calls me that needs to be explained to those weirdos who don’t consider having fur children as valid parenthood…Monsters.

I decided to start this blog due to my own late night web scouring during my pregnancy and first few weeks of being a sleepless new mom. As many women have complained before, pregnancy kind of sucks. Its not “beautiful and magical” or whatever other line people have fed you. I mean its totally cool that you’re growing a tiny human all by your onesie but, you don’t sleep, you pee like a gagillion times, and the hormones, GAH the blind prenatal rage put my normal every day rage to shame! I found myself being “that” girl, the midnight googler, searching for an explanation of why my left pinky toe turned purple or my wrist smelled like pickles (gross over exaggeration, if this happens during your pregnancy you may want to consult your physician). While many times Web Md made it feel like me and my unborn child had some ancient form of leprosy, the interweb mom bloggers normalized my experiences, and I could find at least one post or comment of someone else who experienced something similar, easing my worried mind.

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