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Birth Story [part II – NICU]

[cont from Part I] Kyle went with P and suddenly I was alone in my room (with my mom at least) and no baby.  WTF?!?  Did that really just happen?  I felt like I was in a nightmare.  What was going on!?  Worst of all was that Kyle had my cell phone and his so I zero way to get a hold of anyone.  I was stuck in my room without my husband or son.  Can someone please update me!!!!!  I was so out of touch. The only photo I had of my baby (taken… Read more >

Birth Story [part I – labor]

I thought I would need to write this up immediately so I didn’t forget anything.  Turns out, this is one experience that I will never ever forget.  Even the itty bitty details are etched in my brain. It’s taken a few weeks for me to get to the point where I can reflect without my emotions flooding over me.  The first time I tried to begin the story, I couldn’t get very far.  My hormones were still freshly surging and I got cramps just from recalling (and writing about) the pains of labor.  So here… Read more >

The Newest Member of the Hippie Family

Dearest Hippie Readers, While Elise is busy enjoying motherhood, it is with great pleasure that I temporarily hijack her blog to introduce you to my new nephew!! Born on Feb. 12th at  6:47am, our little PAC man was a healthy 7 lb 13 oz and 21 inches!  Both Mom and Dad are doing well and enjoying the incredible joy this cutie brings. Don’t worry, your favorite hippie will return to her blogging duties in due time and share all the wonderful (and not so wonderful) details of this journey with you. Sincerely, Laura (Elise’s favorite… Read more >

Be Mine

Love.  I’m not a big Valentine’s person.  Never have been.  Cupid.  Hearts.  Chocolate.  Whatever.  But that’s neither here nor there. The important thing is that the Reginald’s Homemade giveaway winner is #109 Katie @ Peace Love & Oats who tweeted about the nut butters 🙂 Congrats girl!  Send me your address and I’ll be sure your four pack of nut butters get on their way. *Sorry for the early announcement, I’m heading to the hospital*