First Birthday Cake

Where: Slaving in the kitchen making a cake
Mood: Determined
Temp: 98 degrees & Humid

I thought I'd try my hand at using fondant. Never used the stuff before. Watching a marathon of Cake Boss & Ace of Cakes motivated my husband & I try our hand at making bambinos first birthday cake.

My husband took the plunge first. He attempted to make an ABC block cake for the little guy. It didn't turn out that great. The fondant was thick and heavy and weighed the cake down. But I have to give him an A for effort. He was so stoked and I was surprised he was in the kitchen cooking instead of eating. :P He took the time to make the marshmellow fondant and buttercream from scratch! Wish I would of taken a picture of it.

Instead I took the easy route. We had purchased Wilton fondant from Joanne's earlier in the week ($25 BUCKS!) and regualr frosting. Hey, I was on a time crunch. It was so easy to roll out and it did not crack. It took me an hour and half to complete with the help of hubby. The fondant didn't taste that great. Good for decorating, not that tastey for eating.

Baby's Turn to Blog

(pictured above: Ted E. Bear & baby)

Time: Nap Time 3:05pm-6:45pm
Where: Mommy & Daddies Bed
Mood: Relaxed & Dreaming of mommy and daddy
Wearing: A onesie that says "I Love Daddy"

After breastfeeding, it was time for Ted E. Bear and I to take a nap. Mommy made sure I was nice and comfortable in there bed. *giggle* I need all the room I can get. Sure beats being in the womb.

Fun Fact: Ted E. Bear's middle name is Edward

"I love you."

Where: Hospital
Procedure: C-Section
Final Pregnancy Weight: 185lbs.
Two Ups: I love the epidural & room service
Two Downs: the smell of my own burnt flesh & being awake during the whole procedure as the doctors discuss the political candidates (shouldn't they be focusing on me)
Mood: Scared & Sleepy

It became evident that after 20 hours of labor, I would need a C-section. The doctor informed me that even though with the help of pitocin, I still wasn't able to sustain the contractions on my own. The baby was either too big to deliver vaginally or I was too small to push him out. I had endured an additional 3 grueling of hours pushing and nothing, no progress.

At this point, I was exhausted, fatigued, tired and sleep deprived. I wanted him safely delivered and I didn't care by what means. What I wasn't prepared for was going into surgery. My heart was set on a vaginal birth, but the circumstances did not work in my favor. I began to feverishly shake. I was nervous and scared that I would have to be awake during this whole procedure. As I was strolled away in the gurney, my mind began to race: will the epidural wear off before they begin cutting into me, will there be complications with the delivery, is my baby safe?

It happened so fast. They began with the incision, then I felt pressure in my lower abdomen and a tug. Soon, I heard a gurgling noise like someone trying to breathe, gasp for air. The nurse began to clear my child's airway. Then I heard his cry. At that point, I was relieved and I began to cry. It was the most beautiful sound.

The nurse brought him towards me. She put his forehead to mine and I kissed him. The first thing I said to him was, "I love you." That was the last thing I remember.