Confession: I nearly gave birth on the way to the hospital-twice!

StopGuest Confession by Jackie: I am a proud new mama to a beautiful baby girl born in September. She has two big brothers to keep up with.

CJ was almost born on the way to the hospital, which is 30 minutes away from our house. It was a stressful drive but something we had been through before. With our second baby, I will admit, it was mostly my stubbornness that got us into the trouble. I was afraid of driving all the way to the hospital, just to be sent home, so I just continued to deal with the contractions at home, then my water broke and the baby was ready to be born – NOW.

With our third baby, I was extra cautious to not put my husband and myself through the stress of driving 80 MPH while in intense labor again. So, long story short, I went to the doctor early on when my contractions started. I was sent home, only to have my water break five minutes after walking into my living room. Both times, I had to use the lamaze “holding” techniques that I did not bother practicing (seriously, who needs those?). Let’s just say, true road rage is needing to give birth to a baby now, but you have to wait for the &#@$* red light to turn and the &#@$* four cars in front of you to move it and the &#@$* pedestrians to get the hell out of the way!

The end results were perfect, although I still am not happy with the doctor that sent me home.

Oh, and baby #1? My water broke in a church, about an hour before a wedding that my husband and I were suppose to be in. At least I was the best dressed mama that time.

Guest author Jackie Kaufenberg is one of the most motivated moms I have had the pleasure of working with in a variety of ways. Jackie is a Marketing Manager for Altimate Medical, Inc., mommy of two little boys and a new baby girl. She’s a mommy blogger at Inspiration of the Moon.

Confession? No, It’s Honesty

bubbles!Today’s Guest Confession is by Pamela, a stay at home mommy to a free-spirited two and a half year old little girl. She’s been married for almost four years without strangling her Husband. She likes to spend her free time by baking and writing.

I don’t bathe my daughter every day. I bathe her like 3 to four times a week. Because really? She doesn’t sweat much and she’s only two. But if she rolled around in the mud, poured yo baby yogurt all over her hair and its all a matted mess, then that’s a different story.

Sometimes, you just need a wipe to clean her hands because she just squished that spider with her cute little finger. Now, before you go saying that I have a stinky two year old, come and smell her. She smells way cleaner than you. She smells of peaches and chocolates because that’s what I bathe her in.

I don’t iron her clothes either. And honestly if she’s not going to meet the Queen of England or the President of the United States then why iron her clothes? She does look presentable and super cute, might I add but why should I iron her clothes if she’s going to be running, dancing, jumping, taking off her clothes and putting on new non-matching clothes? It’s just a waste of electricity if I chose to iron every item in her closet. I do, however run the iron on her dresses, before she wears them, if we are going to a special occasion like Christmas. I have a lot of photographers in my family that might take photographic proof that there is a wrinkle in her cute little dress or God forbid, her bloomers.

You can close your mouths now. I’m done. ‘Till next time!

Pamela can be found on her blog called A Day in the Life and you can follow her on Twitter.com/VampireSmitten

Confession: I have a cleaning lady

zindex - clean up your cssFor the past couple years, I have had a cleaning lady come to my house for 3 hours, once a month. It is amazing what she gets done during that time. Let’s just say she is incredibly efficient and her friends call her “Tornado”. For less then $40 a month, I get the satisfaction of a sparkly house, if even just for one evening. Floors are scrubbed, bathrooms sparkly, dust wiped away. Ah, it is a slice of heaven. What she gets done in 3 hours would take me a whole weekend, cleaning around kids and trying to give them attention at the same time.

But why do I feel like I need to hide it from my friends, neighbors, whoever? Why does society make it acceptable for a woman to spend well over $40 monthly on clothes, beauty treatments, purses, and so on, but if I choose to put that money towards hiring someone to do clean my home I get a “must be nice” guilt trip? No, I do not have cash to burn in my pocket. I am quite frugal and love garage sales and hand-me-downs. I work full time and have two little boys and another on the way. Paying for a “professional” to come clean my house for 3 hours a month gives me more time with my family and I am all for that.

So I will sacrifice the expensive handbags and manicures for more time with my family (and not feel guilty about it!).