20 Must-Have Pregnancy Apps for Every Mom-to-Be

20 Must-Have Pregnancy Apps for Every Mom-to-Be, I feel very old as a Parent that relies on this highly connected world we are now forced to live in. Smartphones, Facebook, Instagram, WhatsApp. Must Have Pregnancy Apps, why should we need these?

Hello Belly: Pregnancy Tracker.

This might just be the pregnancy app with the cutest guides ever — and they’re informative, too. The app comes loaded with entertaining tips from top experts, week-by-week info about your growing baby, mommy yoga, womb visualizations, and more.

My wife and our first child we read books, yes looked on line at like WebMD. Rubbed Baby Oil on my wife’s growing Belly. We read someplace it stopped stretch marks.  

The Bump Pregnancy App

This app features an addicting week-by-week pregnancy comparison guide that compares the stage of your pregnancy with an illustration of a cute fruit. Each day, the app is updated with fresh editorial content by the staff at The Bump. There are other features, too, like the ability to ask questions to the editors, medical experts, and other real moms. Don’t forget to document your pregnancy by utilizing the weekly photo albums!

Our way of comparing pregnancy and our development was all those trips for the Ultra Sounds. And that always asked question, “Do you want to know if it’s a boy or girl”. Not sure this App will be able to tell you this.

This one is ridiculous if you ask me. We are having A Baby Pool?

Baby Pool Pregnancy App

This is hysterical. Just like fantasy football, your friends and family members can start placing bets on your pregnancy. There’s a point system, so the friend who guesses the right gender will get 100 points, and the cousin who guesses the first letter of the name will get 25 points, and so on!

Our Baby Pool was our Parents and Relatives asking after trip to the Doctor. “How is everything going”. Are you going to find out what you’re having? Kind of like asking what are you having for Diner?

My point of all this is, you’re going to have a Baby. That Baby needs all your attention and love right from the start. Not a Baby App to teach you about raising your Baby. The first two years sets everything for your Baby.

I see Parents letting three year olds sit for hours and watch Kids Video’s on YouTube.

Baby is coming

Baby is coming!!! Best news I heard all day, they are waiting for us in the delivery room.

This was it, weeks leading up to this point I have been flooded with emotions, nervousness and anticipation of how he would make his grand entrance. My perfect delivery plan was not going to happen.

Thought okay, I am doing this without my husband, I needed our son to be healthy and in order to do that he needed out now. I immediately got prepped for a C-section. I could not be more excited and ready for someone to cut me open.

My husband must have gone through every red light, stop signs to make it there before he was born. I remember someone grabbing my hand while they were prepping me, saying I am here honey and everything will be okay.

Fast forward a few minutes, my sweet little boy was here.  First thoughts, oh god please make sure he is okay, then we thought he is so small. Weighted in at 4lbs, god was he breathtaking.

My husband and I got a quick peak then he was taken to the NICU. I spent hours in the recovery room waiting to see this little person that I had spent the last few weeks of hours talking to, signing to, crying and begging him to stay in there longer so he could grew every day.

It was time we could see him. The first image of him with tubes, wires in what we called his little condo was heart breaking. I wanted to hold him, kiss him but all we could do was hold his hand

  • Shortly after I was sent back to my room I sent my husband home to be with our oldest son. Then the emotional sadness set in of feeling my body betrayed me, how could this happen, what complications will he have. My head, my heart was overwhelmed.
  • This was excessively much for me to process. Then this overwhelming feeling of I don’t even know how to explain it, sickness, sadness, pressure to be strong because everyone would be watching me expecting me to be so fragile. Who knew this feeling would be how I felt everyday for the next three months.
  • Following day, slept for maybe three hours I wanted to get down to the NICU ASAP to see this miracle child but I wasn’t able to go by myself. Now I have to wait for others to be free for me to see my baby, perfect one more thing to push me over the edge. The free time I spent waiting to be wheeled downstairs a horrible feeling of realizing I will be leaving tomorrow without my baby.
  • This was something I never thought about; again, this was not my delivery plan. I had only seen or heard of this on Lifetime Movie network this couldn’t be happening to me. I remember crying in my wheelchair at the elevator when the nurse finally came to bring me to see our baby.

First sight, first touch Speechless…

To be continued…..

 

You may have heard that a man treats his wife the way he treats his mother

You may have heard that a man treats his wife the way he treats his mother. If that is true, you may in trouble.To say that my son is very demanding is putting it lightly. Breakfast, lunch, dinner snack served when he wants it and no other time will do.

This was our first glimpse into his anger issues. If his food is not presented to him as soon as he demands it, he goes from 0 to 60 in a millisecond. The whole night kicking, screaming, and crying. However, it is not just the food.

Like you, I imagined so many sweet moments cuddling together with my baby. Back bending, head butting, feet thrusting, exorcism instead of the sweet little coo and cuddle I am looking for. Think it is sweet when he runs his fingers through your hair? Watch out, it is his game. He will grab a fistful and yank until it in his hand. Then he will laugh and laugh.

Moreover, forget about earrings and necklaces that might require a plastic surgeon.

Then there is the sleep problem. Is sleeping in your thing, alternatively, sleeping in general? Not anymore. He will keep you up demanding something different every moment, and then fall asleep at 6 a.m.

You are wrong if you think he does not wake up every two hours to do it all over again. Think again, it will spasmodically happen for months. Just when you think, the coast is clear you may actually string together 4-5 hours of sleep, SCREAM. I think he thrives off your sleep-deprived demeanor. It strengthens him as he drains every bit of your energy.

I am hopeful that things improve with time because his silly giggles, twinkly looks, and belly laughs is definitely the highlight of my day. Sometimes he wants to hold my hand, so hold it often. When he is sad, I sing him a song, hold him close, and help him calm down.

One day this will be your job and with you in mind, I am doing my best to raise a good man.

All the best,

Mom

Bump, not a baby bump..

BUMP, not a baby bump..I will get to that.

At five plus months pregnant I was feeling great; not much weight gain, still in regular clothes, skin looking good…

Who knew it would shortly be over…

I was enjoying breakfast with my friends because that’s what stay-at-home moms do. (which is probably why we can’t get anything done. “I am so busy!!!”

Yeah, busy enjoying coffee with my girlfriends.

Breakfast was great of course. It’s the only time you can eat eggs, pancakes, bacon AND home fries and not feel any guilt.

After breakfast we headed to the car where we continue to sit for another hour chatting.

Here comes out friend Barreling in – two hours late for breakfast. She’s on the phone as usual and

BUMP

Bump

Bump

She hits the side of the car we are in.!! Let me remind you, she hit out PARKED car. Goes to show how little our friend was paying attention.

Have you ever had a friend that just always has her head in the clouds? Let’s just say it’s something like that.

At first we all laughed because seriously, how dumb can you be to hit a car while trying to pull into a parking spot?

What is she 15 years old?

As I was laughing, I said OMG I have to go, I think I just wet my pants from laughing so hard. (Another thing pregos ladies are allowed to get away with)

I was still giggling about this hours later.

I wasn’t laughing the next morning

It’s clear, my water broke.

At first thought I peed again but it didn’t stop. After my third pair of pants, I called my mom.

What’s the first thing we do when things go wrong?

Call Mom.

It was really mom who convinced me my water broke. I said “no way, I am not even six months pregnant.”

I called my doctor, and, of course he said to go to the nearest hospital,

Sounds like you are in labor”.

Labor?

WHAT??

No, this is not happening.

Then the panic. The things that were rushing through my head,

The baby is too small, it can’t be healthy for him to come today! The room is not done and I haven’t shaved yet.

I yelled to my husband,

We’ve got to go!”

As I explained to him what was happening I began to lose it.

I cried!

Oh man, did I cry.

My husband was very calm but I know it was killing him inside. He knew of all the complications that could happen to me and the baby.

We arrived at the hospital, but the Dr. didn’t want to check me to increase the delivery but he did Say.

Yup you are delivering today but not here! We need to transfer you to a hospital where they can handle such an early delivery.”

A short ride to the hospital, which felt like hours, I played all the scenarios in my head, thinking this poor baby! He is going to suffer because my friend is a dumb ass.

I could not have asked for a better team of people to meet that day.

Nurses, doctors, students etc. They all reassured me that its going to be OK.

Your water broke but we can keep him in there until he shows signs of stress or you start laboring on your own.”

What a relief.

Now the reality, the sad news. In order for this to happen

I am not going home until this little man arrives.

Bump

Bump

This was my first test as a mom of two.

I knew my other son would be heartbroken without me home.

I put him to sleep, do his morning routines, get him ready for school etc.

Let’s be honest, all goes to hell when moms aren’t around.

I was so conflicted. I secretly wanted to stay at the hospital as long as I could so this baby had more time to mature and grow. But I would so miss my son.

I got settled into my room; which was a very nice private room with a view! I was like a college kid again. (less all the partying this time around)

I became very close with the staff; they were great. My family brought them candy, pizza, anything to make them happy.

It doesn’t hurt to grease the wheel a bit.

I knew the shift changes, and their routine (one nurse I became close with gave me the low-down on who was coming and going)

Some were great, others. not so much. She warned me about not going into labor with certain staff because they just aren’t the best; not exactly on their toes in fast paced situations.

(As if I could control)

I remember thinking each day; one more day to a healthier baby and if he could stay in two more days we are closer to lungs being full term.

Fast-forward three weeks.

Yes, in the hospital for three weeks!

What I thought was gas, wasn’t. After hours walking the hospital floor to try to move the gas along I realized its not going away.

I tried to convinced myself it was the grilled cheese and French fries I had for dinner.

I was warned, “tonight is not the night , the staff was iffy.

Guess what?

What’s one more thing to go wrong.

Back to my gas- I mentioned it to my nurse .

She said. “Well nothing showed up on the monitors so must not be happening.”

True, the monitors showed no contractions but I knew something wasn’t right.

Finally the Dr. came in to check on me and said I had developed an infection and this baby needed to come out now.

Right NOW!

No pain meds were able to help relieve the pain. It was like a full-blown exorcism.

The pain was unbearable.

This baby was coming still very early but I knew I was in the best place for it to happen.

I remember telling them

Cut my clothes off” and not take the time to change me to get ready for the emergency room!

Cut my jewelry off” vs. trying to unhitch the clasp. Just make this happen. Now!

The nurse was Oh, So SLOWWWW.

I had no time for this.

Sitting there, in full blown labor (that morphine didn’t even touch) just waiting for the call to tell us to come on down, the room is ready.

Come on!”, I said, “ let’s go” Get me to the elevator so when they call we are there.

NO GO!

Fine”, I said, “You don’t want to go?, then I’Il walk to the elevator”

Still, no go.

Finally, the doctor came in.

OK, I am ready, but we are just waiting for your husband”.

Um, No, we don’t have to! I am good to go right now”

I knew we lived thirty minutes away. Of course, I didn’t want him to miss the birth of his second child. BUT, sorry I was over ruling this decision.

To Be continued…..