Life as an imperfect mom

So here it goes. I am a mom, of two boys to be exact. Kade and Spencer. They are my life, the reason I wake up in the morning. Actually they make me get up in the morning. And at 2am and 4am and 445am and 6am ect. Being that Spencer is still exclusively breastfed at 8months he sleeps with Ryan and I once he wakes up after his initial bedtime routine. Which isnt very fancy or crazy. He gets tired I put him on the boob, wam bam 10mins later he is sleeping like a baby. Then off to his crib for a few hours till he wakes me up with this whine that would wake up the most sound sleeping person. Oh but I love them, and every little thing they do. From the hugs and kisses to the tantrums and the breaking of my eggs. Without that I dont know how I could live the way I do. I am not a Bree Van De Kamp by any means, hell that reminds me too much of my grandmother and how I love her dearly I could never see myself nor would I let myself get to that state of perfectness. *Oh apparently that is a word, perfectness, who woulda thunk it*

I love my life the way it is. Yes I may be a young mom, but nowadays who isnt. There are more "babies having babies" lately then anyone could imagine. Other then back in the old wagon days where people used to marry at 13 and have 5 kids to leash by the time they hit 20. Which brings me to my point. I am 20, which means I am an adult. And have been for the last 2 years, and 40 days and some odd minutes and seconds. So if I want to pop out the babies, like a good wife used to, and I want to sit at home and take care of my babies instead of having some stranger look after them and I have to miss little and BIG milestones then I will do it. I will have sex with my husband without being on birth control if I choose. I will be reckless about protection against pregnancy if I want to. I am an adult. Say it with me ADULT. A-D-U-L-T!!! If that isnt clear to you then damn you have issues :P I will scream it from the rooftops the next time I receive the amazing news I am pregnant with yet another amazing baby I get to love and care for. I will cherish every little moment I have with that baby until I have to evict it from my uterus, and then I will push that child with all the strength I can channel from the depths of the earth out of my womb and into the arms of our loving family.
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You know when I started writing this blog, I wanted to be know, but also I wanted to let people know about  being a young mom and how its not as bad as everyone wants to think it is. I want this blog to be somewhere  I can vent and let off steam. I want to be able to say what I want because I have the right. I will say FUCK and Cunt if I so please. Why? Because its called freedom of speech Cunt Fucker :)

Life In a Year

 I am a mama to Kade as you know and I am a wife to Ryan too. But a new little boy came into our lives and things started off normal and planned and we knew we were having a boy, but things 

become complicated.
I will start at the beginning when it all started.

December 16th 2011 33weeks, I had went christmas shopping with my brother in law. We walked around the mall and I had my now 2yr old with us. He was cranky so I carried him. All the shopping was done and he took us home. Not long after I started having tightening in my uterus so I waited around thinking it was just braxton hicks and when they stayed regular and tight I called my grandma to pick me up. We got to the hospital and went to labour assessment. Sure enough I was contracting so they called my dr and then checked my cervix. I was 2cm and 50%effaced. So they gave me a pill to stop the contractions, some antibiotics incase I had GBS and a steroid shot in the hip. Stayed overnight and the next night for the next steroid shot and they had to do a fetal fibronectin test. The results were positive (meaning I could go into labour whenever) was sent home and ended up back that night with contractions. Stayed overnight and was sent home the next evening. Things were ok.

Over the next weeks to follow I was in and out of the hospital with false labour after false labour(I think it was prodromal labour) I was even in the night before my sons 2nd birthday. At this time I was at 4cm and 75%effaced.
On January 28th around 10pm I started having contractions. Being as they were the same as usual I ignored em, but still in the back of my mind I thought this was finally it. So I watched a movie with my husband(Ryan) and father in law. Around 12am, I thought it was actually happening. They were every ten minutes so I decided to do my hair lol. As I was they were getting stronger and a bit painful, which didnt happen before. So I told Ryan that it was happening. So we made coffee and got our bags packed. By 1230 they were coming every 4-5minutes so we called a cab and I called my mom to tell her it was it. We left the house around 130am and got to the hospital just before 2am. We got to assessment and were checked in and hooked up to the monitor. At 226 the checked me and I was "an easy 6cm" ten minutes later I was 7cm. I told them NO EPIDURAL. I wanted a jet bath. The nurse told me that I had to stay on the monitor for 5more mins because babys heart rate wasnt very active(he was sleeping lol). That was hell. When she came back I told her to get me to L&D and give me and epidural. So we got there and I cried and told my husband I couldnt do it and I was so scared. Then I noticed them getting an IV ready and the monitor straps and then I asked "do I have to get an epidural" of course the answer was no so I was better lol. They told me that if they broke my water I would go quicker so up on the bed I got. Water broken at 255ish and then OH GOD THE PRESSURE. It was INTENSE!! I couldnt handle it. I was so scared. Then my mom walked in(I never wanted my mom or anyone but Ryan in the delivery room) but I cried "Mommy I need you" So there she was next to my side with Ryan there with me the whole way. I screamed and moaned and dont even remember pushing at my own will. Apparently I slapped Ryan in the face and so he put his head down. I then started pulling his hair. lol. Then after 5-10minutes of "pushing" the dr said "I see eyes" O.o and at 3:15am ON his due date Spencer Callum Sansom was born weighing in at 8lbs 5oz and 21 1/4" of beautiful. I screamed "give me my baby" twice and they handed him over. Ryan cut the cord and he was ours. I held him for a good 10mins before they took him to check him. As soon as they were done he was back in my arms and onto my breast. He nursed like a champ for 30-40mins. And now at 4 1/2 months we are still nursing strong with no intentions of stopping :)

So here we are 4.5 months later with two amazing boys to love and care for and being its Fathers Day there are a few people I should thank.

Two grandpas who without them I wouldnt have my parents. And to my daddy. We have had our ups and downs but no matter what you are my daddy and I am your little girl!! And to the best man in my life. Without you I wouldnt have my two boys. Your the  best daddy and husband and you do so much for us!! I love you to bits!!

Happy Fathers Day Everyone!!


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You know when I started writing this blog, I wanted to be know, but also I wanted to let people know about  being a young mom and how its not as bad as everyone wants to think it is. I want this blog to be somewhere  I can vent and let off steam. I want to be able to say what I want because I have the right. I will say FUCK and Cunt if I so please. Why? Because its called freedom of speech Cunt Fucker :)

And so it begins....

Hey Im Kaitlan and I am a teenage mom, but I think you already knew that. Well let me tell you a little about myself.
My name is Kaitlan, but I go by Kaiti. I blow my candles out every August 20th and have been since 1992. Which makes me 18, about to turn 19 if none of you can do math lol. I am from Saskatchewan, Canada and still live here. I have two older sisters who are 21 and 24. My parents are divorced and have been since I was 8. They are both remarried and I do not like either of my step parents. I have lived on my own since I was 16 and it turned out alot better then when I lived at home. My mom is an alcoholic and so is my step dad. I moved out because he is abusive and I charged him with assault. My dad and I never really got along from the age of 13-16. And I cannot stand my step-mom. So I moved into a group home at 16 then in with my bf. I had my my bf the summer I turned 16 and he was 25. We have been together since Aug of 08 and were still going strong. We decided we wanted to try for a baby in March of 09 and May 27th 09 we found out we were blessed with a baby. From there on things got better with my dad, at the beginning it was rough but as soon as I told him it was a boy he was ecstatic. Then on January 11th 2010 at 10:03am our son was born weighing 7lbs 12oz and 21" long. That day was the best day of my life and they keep getting better.

Ryan and I were the proudest parents and couldn't wait for all the days to come with Kade. He was such a great baby. Never cried and was well behaved. He is my world and continues to make me proud everyday. He is now 16months old and everywhere :) He is so smart too. Catches on really fast. He can say mama, dada, papa, nana, baba, thank you. He knows where his eyes, nose, mouth and belly button are. He can eat with a fork and drink from a cup. He has 8 teeth and 4 molars. He knows what "give me a hug" means. He used to hit and I taught him to "be nice" which is where he rubs your face gently. Then he gives you a hug. And the list goes on.

Ryan and I love him so much and love being parents so much that we have been trying for a second since October. No luck yet but hopefully soon.

That is pretty much it for now. Talk to you soon!!

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You know when I started writing this blog, I wanted to be know, but also I wanted to let people know about  being a young mom and how its not as bad as everyone wants to think it is. I want this blog to be somewhere  I can vent and let off steam. I want to be able to say what I want because I have the right. I will say FUCK and Cunt if I so please. Why? Because its called freedom of speech Cunt Fucker :)