Friday 9 August 2019
Awesomely awkward or Awkwardly Awesome?
I've ignored this poor blog of mine. Blame Instagram. I probably spend way too much time on that app.
But, I'm dusting off the old blog - because I want to share more about my parenting and teaching journey. I am going to try to share fun classroom ideas, book and product reviews. And, get back to what I created this space for - sharing my journey of parenting and documenting all the beautiful sometimes teachable moments that make me smile.
For now - here are some Awesomely Awkward or Awkwardly Awesome moments... 🌈
When at the fountain pop machine at Subway, the other day, I had no idea how to use the (new??) touch screen. A kind, elderly women, politely pointed out to me how to use it. She told me she opted for the cherry coke option and it was lovely. I opted for vanilla. And, very much enjoyed it. Needless to say I don't get out much. And, haven't had fast food in a while.
When the cashier at the grocery store asks my son, Isaac, "Are you ready for the Easter bunny to come?" and he replies "I don't believe in the Easter bunny, but I asked him for a Rocky and a shed in my stocking." Thank goodness, there wasn't any other children there to have their beliefs shattered. I reassured the cashier, don't worry, I'm not a big scrooge at Easter or Christmas time.
When Isaac tells the feed salesman that "Evie needs a bottle now because she bites my mom's boobs"
When Isaac says this year for Christmas "I want two real kitties," and Micah says "I want two real babies!" I reply that I might not be able to make that request happen. Isaac says "Maybe Mrs. Claus can give that to you?"
When I underestimate the amount of room I need to squeeze by someone sitting down at the Costco restaurant area and bump them with my bum.
When there is no other way around it and I have to bring all three kiddos to the chiropractor and they act totally insane. I was worried they were going to run around and bump into someone with back issues.
When you run out of room in your own bed and literally play musical beds with your kids at night because they all wake up at some point in the night and need to snuggle in your bed. Eventually you succumb to the fact that you don't get to sleep in your own bed.
When Micah creeps into my lap as he often does and I say "I love you my son" and he replies "I just tooted on you."
And that my friends is my parenting journey in a nutshell.
🌈 Sonya
But, I'm dusting off the old blog - because I want to share more about my parenting and teaching journey. I am going to try to share fun classroom ideas, book and product reviews. And, get back to what I created this space for - sharing my journey of parenting and documenting all the beautiful sometimes teachable moments that make me smile.
For now - here are some Awesomely Awkward or Awkwardly Awesome moments... 🌈
When at the fountain pop machine at Subway, the other day, I had no idea how to use the (new??) touch screen. A kind, elderly women, politely pointed out to me how to use it. She told me she opted for the cherry coke option and it was lovely. I opted for vanilla. And, very much enjoyed it. Needless to say I don't get out much. And, haven't had fast food in a while.
When the cashier at the grocery store asks my son, Isaac, "Are you ready for the Easter bunny to come?" and he replies "I don't believe in the Easter bunny, but I asked him for a Rocky and a shed in my stocking." Thank goodness, there wasn't any other children there to have their beliefs shattered. I reassured the cashier, don't worry, I'm not a big scrooge at Easter or Christmas time.
When Isaac tells the feed salesman that "Evie needs a bottle now because she bites my mom's boobs"
When Isaac says this year for Christmas "I want two real kitties," and Micah says "I want two real babies!" I reply that I might not be able to make that request happen. Isaac says "Maybe Mrs. Claus can give that to you?"
When I underestimate the amount of room I need to squeeze by someone sitting down at the Costco restaurant area and bump them with my bum.
When there is no other way around it and I have to bring all three kiddos to the chiropractor and they act totally insane. I was worried they were going to run around and bump into someone with back issues.
When you run out of room in your own bed and literally play musical beds with your kids at night because they all wake up at some point in the night and need to snuggle in your bed. Eventually you succumb to the fact that you don't get to sleep in your own bed.
When Micah creeps into my lap as he often does and I say "I love you my son" and he replies "I just tooted on you."
And that my friends is my parenting journey in a nutshell.
🌈 Sonya
Sunday 30 April 2017
So Loved
Wow! This gift, this bundle of pure joy is 4 months today. Little one. You are so loved! We are just so amazed by how this precious child has grown in 4 months. Her personality is coming out and we notice that all 3 of our kids have completely different personalities. She is giving us lots of smiles and giggles lately. She enjoys her jumper and watching her bothers play from her exersaucer. Of course, her favourite place to be is still my arms. I wear her in a sling a lot. But, she's not shy at all and is happy to be held by anyone. The boys love her and show her in many endearing ways. They place little toy trains and stuffies next to her in her bassinet while she's sleeping. And, she is not short on hugs and kisses. Some days I feel so overwhelmed. I'm still getting the hang of getting 3 kids and myself out the door some days. Even with the best of intentions (up early, fed warm, healthy breakfast...) inevitably something goes wrong at the very last minute (babe needs nursed again, poop explosion...) My big kids are also getting used to hearing the word "wait" a lot. They have little patience for me often I in turn have not much patience either. Soon, we will find our groove. It's not that it's the third child. It's the adjustment of going from 2 to 3 and the newborn stage. I felt the same sense of pressure when I had our first. Actually, I felt it even more. But, I'm a lot softer on myself than I used to be. I find the days go by slow and the years go by fast. I want my kids to look back on these days and just remember that they are so loved.
Meeting Evelyn
"Welcome baby welcome
all the world is new
and all the world is waiting
to be introduced to you"
~ Barbara Reid
After being so surprised that we had indeed gone over our due date, September 21st, each night before going to bed, Tim and I would say to eachother, tonight could be the night. When the 24th (a Saturday) rolled around, I had no idea that we would have a new little one on the 25th. In fact, I even said to Tim that night that I did not think this was the night. Little did we know that in the morning our sweet little peanut would be joining our family.
At approximately 2 in the morning. I had a slightly uncomfortable contraction. Not uncommon when you are 41 weeks pregnant, but I just knew that this was different and I waited expectedly for the next one to happen in the next 8-10 minutes. Sure enough, another surge came and came again. This was it.
My first birth, with Isaac, was 10 hours. My second birth, with Micah, was 7 hours. Not long, but they certainly were the most intense hours of my life. I was anticipating and hoping for it to be shorter. But, my midwife had warned me that the third is a wild card. After about an hour of some slight and some strong surges, I decided to wake Tim up and call my mid-wife to confirm, once again, that this is probably it. As for Tim, he was an amazing support. As for the mid-wife, she suggested that this time I don't take the CalMag for relief as it seemed to have slowed things down last time. But, to rest if at all possible. Of course, we were giddy and decided to review our plans once more. His mom and step dad were aware that they were on call, that they may be receiving a call in the middle of the night. We decided we would wait until about 5am, and ask them to come over for 6:30 am to watch over the boys as the boys tend to get up around this time. We may or may not be done the labouring by then, but this way we would have someone else available to watch over them, as Tim and I would be in no shape to meet their early morning demands. I've come across many birth stories where children are there and experiencing the labour and delivery as well. The idea of it is lovely. I was open to having the boys there. But, at age 4 and not even 2, they can be quite demanding in the morning. And, a back up plan for them was necessary.
Surges were getting stronger and closer together. At about 4:30 am, I called the mid-wife to come and she promptly arrived to our home by 5. At this point, Tim had sent a quick email to some of our friends about cancelling Isaac's birthday party. He also had drawn a bath for me as water was a key soother for my previous birth experiences. I decided I would hold off on getting in the bath as I wanted to walk through some of the surges and let gravity do a bit of the work. When asked how things were going by our mid-wife, I was in the middle of a contraction which I could hardly speak through. This is when she knew that baby was coming soon. She quickly began setting up our room for baby and checking our vitals. My blood pressure was great and baby's heart rate was great. By 5:30 the second mid-wife and second birthing attendant, a nurse, had arrived. And, they arrived to see me breathing hard through some painful and close together contractions. At this point I felt the bath would have been a comfort, but there was no way I was getting up to move to the bathroom. My focus was on my breathing and staying in my bed was the best place to be. at 6:15 a.m. after a few contractions where I felt the urge to push, we welcomed our beautiful baby to the world. Announcing with much joy and pride, my Tim said "It's a girl!" And, was given the opportunity to cut the umbilical cord. Again, we were surprised and thrilled that we had a little girl. We love surprises, and we never have had the gender revealed through ultrasound with any of our children. For some reason, we were so convinced that we were having another boy. No matter, the gender we would have been thrilled and blessed. Another surprise was her birth weight. A great start at 8 lb 13 oz. When the mid-wives announced her weight, we were truly surprised as both of our boys weighed closer to 6 lbs. I must have enjoyed a few too many cheeseburgers this time around.
Through those last few contractions I could hear Micah's little voice in his bedroom waking up for the day. He wasn't crying, just asking for momma to come get him. Shortly after our daughter was born Tim went to get Micah and brought him in to see me and his new little sister. He was immediately quite enamored with her. Another big surprise, as I thought this little, now, middle child would have a difficult time adjusting.
At 6:30 a.m. my mother and father in law arrived to watch over the boys. They gave them breakfast and kept them busy downstairs while me and babe spent some precious skin to skin time. Our little girl latched on and began to nurse right away. All three of my children seem to be pros at figuring out this nursing thing right away. She suckled away for quite a while and fell into a sleepy dreamland. We snuggled skin to skin for a while and my amazing mid-wife team began preparing a breakfast for me to get some nourishment and energy before getting up to have a bath. I enjoyed a relaxing herbal bath of shepherd's purse, comfrey, witch hazel, and sea salts. While I was getting cleaned up, my little girl was getting bundled up in her first outfit.
Grandma and Grandpa along with the boys who were active downstairs and even outside (see video above) came up to our bedroom to say hello. And, the moment was absolutely precious. The memory of my boys meeting our little girl is something I want to hold on to and treasure forever. Both of them were enamoured and in love. Micah wanted to give her "knuckles and high fives." Isaac was smiling ear to ear. After awhile, it was time for us to rest up, make some phone calls, and figure out a name for this sweet girl. The boys went to spend the day at Grandma and Grandpas. I was told that while Isaac was at the park with Grandma and Auntie Danielle, he was telling everyone there that he had a new baby sister at home, and her name was Lucy. He had been telling Tim and I for months that he wanted a sister and that her name should be Lucy. A lovely name, but not the one we settled on.
Evelyn Isabelle Wubs was the name. For a few weeks, Isaac asked if he could pretend her name was Lucy. Eventually, "Evie" (pronounce Eve-y) grew on all of us. And she is our little Evie now.
Birth. It's the most incredible experience. Those first couple days, when my sweet newborn babe barely leaves my arms if only to be held by another adoring family member and I barely creep out of my bedroom, feel like pure bliss. I imagine it is a little taste of heaven here on earth. It's exhaustion, mixed with euphoria. And, there is nothing like it. We've had our sweet little Evie for a few months now. And, we still can't get enough of her.
So, yes, life is busy. But, these are precious times. Life is rich with beautiful moments and not so beautiful ones. In the grunge of every day, I often think to myself I wish I had more time to write and record these moments that make life sweet. I never thought I'd be so happy to be so tired. Like soo soo tired, but sooo sooo sooo happy. I've missed writing and we've already reached some bittersweet milestones that make me just want to snuggle her all day long. But,children grow, and it's so special to see them learn and discover.
Some of those milestones include:
- Smiling (for real, not the gas grins or sleepy ones). Baby smiles are the best. And I'll never forget the words from my first midwife with Isaac "if it's not followed by a fart, it's real."
- Kicking in the bouncy chair to the point where, yup, we need to buckle her in or she could bouce herself right out
- Moving the 0-3 month clothing into diaper boxes for storage, and getting out the 6 month stuff. This one is oh so bittersweet as a mama. Slow down girl, you're only just 3 months.
- Holding her little body now in my arms and seeing that her chubby little thighs are resting in my arms a little farther than they used to reach. She's already grown so much.
- Bath time is now enjoyed in the big bath tub as she has already outgrown the baby tub. We use the Angelcare baby bath support for her. And, often all three of our kids fit in the tub.
- Rolling and getting more on the move are just around the corner. And, I don't know if I'm ready for that yet.
~ Barbara Reid
I'm often stopped by people who say "Oh, you have your hands full" when we are out and about. And, it's true. Our hands may be full. But, so are our hearts. Our happy family of 4 has grown into a happy family of 5. On September 25, 2016 we welcomed a healthy, beautiful baby girl. Evelyn Isabelle Wubs was born safely at home weighing 8 lb and 13 oz. Of course big brothers, Isaac and Micah are pleased as punch with their new little sister. As with all of my babies, I'm writing her birth story. It's so that I can treasure the memory of it and so that I can share something special with anyone (if there is anyone other than my mother) who stops by this little (neglected) corner of the web of mine. Because, life is full of sweet little moments, and maybe you'll be blessed by them too.
It's a relatively unremarkable story. But, it's full of delights and surprises. So, so many surprises along the way. Thankfully, I had a very nice couple of months off work before Evie came along. Something I did not have the luxury of before with Isaac and Micah. In teaching, I am fortunate enough to have Summer holidays. However, in the past, I've often had to work throughout the Summer. This year, I was able to stay home with my boys. Which allowed us to make wonderful memories together before our new addition arrived.
First of all, reaching September 25th for Evie's delivery was a surprise in itself. My due date was September 21st (the same as Isaac's due date). I had been told throughout my pregnancy, especially nearing full term, that I likely wouldn't go over my due date. Isaac was born 2 days over his due date. Micah was born 10 days early. I was quite uncomfortable near the end. My midwife, told me I likely wouldn't go over, my birthing attendant told me this, the other midwives at the clinic all felt the same way. And, I told myself that I must be farther along and therefore, I'm going to go into labour a bit early. Well, I didn't. And, each day that went by past my due date was a surprise.
Labour officially started on the 25th. But something happened on Tuesday September 20th. Now, this is a full 5 days before Evie was actually born. And, one day before my due date. I wasn't in real labour for that long (praise the Lord for that!) But, I did experience some contractions that night. I hadn't been sleeping well for many weeks anyway. I'd often get up to go to the washroom, or get something to eat, or walk off some foot cramps. Oh the joys of being pregnant at 40 weeks. That night starting at about 3 a.m. I had contractions that woke me up and consistently came every 8 to 10 minutes. We called the midwife at about 4:30 a.m. She reassured me that it sounded like things were progressing and that she would be ready to come to our home as soon as I made the next phone call to her. She encouraged me to just try to stay in bed and rest. I took some Cal Mag and went to bed. At about 6 a.m those contractions had completely stopped. I called her to say, that nothing was happening. But, I would let her know if anything changed. She reminded me, that this is still early labour. And, any contraction is a sign that baby is getting ready to be in the world. I felt so encouraged by this as I was getting anxious to meet this little one. The 21st would not be the day.
Isaac's birthday, September 23, was coming up on Friday. We had already postponed birthday party plans for him as he was sick the week before. I thought perhaps, if baby was not going to come, that we would have a little birthday shindig for him on Sunday, the 25th. But, baby had different plans.
Our plan was always to deliver at home. And, thankfully, we were able to have all of our babes at home with a wonderful team of midwifes. With Isaac and Micah's births I had little worry and fortunately very uneventful births. This time around, we planned a home birth and had no complications during pregnancy. But, lately I've found myself worrying about things that shouldn't matter. And, once those uninvited negative thoughts creep in, they grow and breed more negativity. Why would I have another successful home birth experience? Why would everything go as planned? How would I get through the pain without interventions? Why would we have a third healthy child? I'm not quite ready for our family of four to become a family of five. There is no end to a mother's worry. But, I prayed so much for this child and for the labour to go smoothly. And, all went well. It's amazing how quickly you can forget the all about the pain once you hold your child. I continue now to repeat mantras to my spirit. Reminders that build me up, edify my soul. So that the power of words and thoughts will create a different reality for me. Sure enough, I now say I'd relive the whole experience of pregnancy and labour all over again. It is incredible what our bodies can do.
It's a relatively unremarkable story. But, it's full of delights and surprises. So, so many surprises along the way. Thankfully, I had a very nice couple of months off work before Evie came along. Something I did not have the luxury of before with Isaac and Micah. In teaching, I am fortunate enough to have Summer holidays. However, in the past, I've often had to work throughout the Summer. This year, I was able to stay home with my boys. Which allowed us to make wonderful memories together before our new addition arrived.
First of all, reaching September 25th for Evie's delivery was a surprise in itself. My due date was September 21st (the same as Isaac's due date). I had been told throughout my pregnancy, especially nearing full term, that I likely wouldn't go over my due date. Isaac was born 2 days over his due date. Micah was born 10 days early. I was quite uncomfortable near the end. My midwife, told me I likely wouldn't go over, my birthing attendant told me this, the other midwives at the clinic all felt the same way. And, I told myself that I must be farther along and therefore, I'm going to go into labour a bit early. Well, I didn't. And, each day that went by past my due date was a surprise.
Labour officially started on the 25th. But something happened on Tuesday September 20th. Now, this is a full 5 days before Evie was actually born. And, one day before my due date. I wasn't in real labour for that long (praise the Lord for that!) But, I did experience some contractions that night. I hadn't been sleeping well for many weeks anyway. I'd often get up to go to the washroom, or get something to eat, or walk off some foot cramps. Oh the joys of being pregnant at 40 weeks. That night starting at about 3 a.m. I had contractions that woke me up and consistently came every 8 to 10 minutes. We called the midwife at about 4:30 a.m. She reassured me that it sounded like things were progressing and that she would be ready to come to our home as soon as I made the next phone call to her. She encouraged me to just try to stay in bed and rest. I took some Cal Mag and went to bed. At about 6 a.m those contractions had completely stopped. I called her to say, that nothing was happening. But, I would let her know if anything changed. She reminded me, that this is still early labour. And, any contraction is a sign that baby is getting ready to be in the world. I felt so encouraged by this as I was getting anxious to meet this little one. The 21st would not be the day.
Isaac's birthday, September 23, was coming up on Friday. We had already postponed birthday party plans for him as he was sick the week before. I thought perhaps, if baby was not going to come, that we would have a little birthday shindig for him on Sunday, the 25th. But, baby had different plans.
Our plan was always to deliver at home. And, thankfully, we were able to have all of our babes at home with a wonderful team of midwifes. With Isaac and Micah's births I had little worry and fortunately very uneventful births. This time around, we planned a home birth and had no complications during pregnancy. But, lately I've found myself worrying about things that shouldn't matter. And, once those uninvited negative thoughts creep in, they grow and breed more negativity. Why would I have another successful home birth experience? Why would everything go as planned? How would I get through the pain without interventions? Why would we have a third healthy child? I'm not quite ready for our family of four to become a family of five. There is no end to a mother's worry. But, I prayed so much for this child and for the labour to go smoothly. And, all went well. It's amazing how quickly you can forget the all about the pain once you hold your child. I continue now to repeat mantras to my spirit. Reminders that build me up, edify my soul. So that the power of words and thoughts will create a different reality for me. Sure enough, I now say I'd relive the whole experience of pregnancy and labour all over again. It is incredible what our bodies can do.
"Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer."
Romans 12:12
 |
| Gorgeous photos captured at 3 weeks old by Lakeview Photography |
At approximately 2 in the morning. I had a slightly uncomfortable contraction. Not uncommon when you are 41 weeks pregnant, but I just knew that this was different and I waited expectedly for the next one to happen in the next 8-10 minutes. Sure enough, another surge came and came again. This was it.
My first birth, with Isaac, was 10 hours. My second birth, with Micah, was 7 hours. Not long, but they certainly were the most intense hours of my life. I was anticipating and hoping for it to be shorter. But, my midwife had warned me that the third is a wild card. After about an hour of some slight and some strong surges, I decided to wake Tim up and call my mid-wife to confirm, once again, that this is probably it. As for Tim, he was an amazing support. As for the mid-wife, she suggested that this time I don't take the CalMag for relief as it seemed to have slowed things down last time. But, to rest if at all possible. Of course, we were giddy and decided to review our plans once more. His mom and step dad were aware that they were on call, that they may be receiving a call in the middle of the night. We decided we would wait until about 5am, and ask them to come over for 6:30 am to watch over the boys as the boys tend to get up around this time. We may or may not be done the labouring by then, but this way we would have someone else available to watch over them, as Tim and I would be in no shape to meet their early morning demands. I've come across many birth stories where children are there and experiencing the labour and delivery as well. The idea of it is lovely. I was open to having the boys there. But, at age 4 and not even 2, they can be quite demanding in the morning. And, a back up plan for them was necessary.
Surges were getting stronger and closer together. At about 4:30 am, I called the mid-wife to come and she promptly arrived to our home by 5. At this point, Tim had sent a quick email to some of our friends about cancelling Isaac's birthday party. He also had drawn a bath for me as water was a key soother for my previous birth experiences. I decided I would hold off on getting in the bath as I wanted to walk through some of the surges and let gravity do a bit of the work. When asked how things were going by our mid-wife, I was in the middle of a contraction which I could hardly speak through. This is when she knew that baby was coming soon. She quickly began setting up our room for baby and checking our vitals. My blood pressure was great and baby's heart rate was great. By 5:30 the second mid-wife and second birthing attendant, a nurse, had arrived. And, they arrived to see me breathing hard through some painful and close together contractions. At this point I felt the bath would have been a comfort, but there was no way I was getting up to move to the bathroom. My focus was on my breathing and staying in my bed was the best place to be. at 6:15 a.m. after a few contractions where I felt the urge to push, we welcomed our beautiful baby to the world. Announcing with much joy and pride, my Tim said "It's a girl!" And, was given the opportunity to cut the umbilical cord. Again, we were surprised and thrilled that we had a little girl. We love surprises, and we never have had the gender revealed through ultrasound with any of our children. For some reason, we were so convinced that we were having another boy. No matter, the gender we would have been thrilled and blessed. Another surprise was her birth weight. A great start at 8 lb 13 oz. When the mid-wives announced her weight, we were truly surprised as both of our boys weighed closer to 6 lbs. I must have enjoyed a few too many cheeseburgers this time around.
Through those last few contractions I could hear Micah's little voice in his bedroom waking up for the day. He wasn't crying, just asking for momma to come get him. Shortly after our daughter was born Tim went to get Micah and brought him in to see me and his new little sister. He was immediately quite enamored with her. Another big surprise, as I thought this little, now, middle child would have a difficult time adjusting.
At 6:30 a.m. my mother and father in law arrived to watch over the boys. They gave them breakfast and kept them busy downstairs while me and babe spent some precious skin to skin time. Our little girl latched on and began to nurse right away. All three of my children seem to be pros at figuring out this nursing thing right away. She suckled away for quite a while and fell into a sleepy dreamland. We snuggled skin to skin for a while and my amazing mid-wife team began preparing a breakfast for me to get some nourishment and energy before getting up to have a bath. I enjoyed a relaxing herbal bath of shepherd's purse, comfrey, witch hazel, and sea salts. While I was getting cleaned up, my little girl was getting bundled up in her first outfit.
Grandma and Grandpa along with the boys who were active downstairs and even outside (see video above) came up to our bedroom to say hello. And, the moment was absolutely precious. The memory of my boys meeting our little girl is something I want to hold on to and treasure forever. Both of them were enamoured and in love. Micah wanted to give her "knuckles and high fives." Isaac was smiling ear to ear. After awhile, it was time for us to rest up, make some phone calls, and figure out a name for this sweet girl. The boys went to spend the day at Grandma and Grandpas. I was told that while Isaac was at the park with Grandma and Auntie Danielle, he was telling everyone there that he had a new baby sister at home, and her name was Lucy. He had been telling Tim and I for months that he wanted a sister and that her name should be Lucy. A lovely name, but not the one we settled on.
Evelyn Isabelle Wubs was the name. For a few weeks, Isaac asked if he could pretend her name was Lucy. Eventually, "Evie" (pronounce Eve-y) grew on all of us. And she is our little Evie now.
Birth. It's the most incredible experience. Those first couple days, when my sweet newborn babe barely leaves my arms if only to be held by another adoring family member and I barely creep out of my bedroom, feel like pure bliss. I imagine it is a little taste of heaven here on earth. It's exhaustion, mixed with euphoria. And, there is nothing like it. We've had our sweet little Evie for a few months now. And, we still can't get enough of her.
So, yes, life is busy. But, these are precious times. Life is rich with beautiful moments and not so beautiful ones. In the grunge of every day, I often think to myself I wish I had more time to write and record these moments that make life sweet. I never thought I'd be so happy to be so tired. Like soo soo tired, but sooo sooo sooo happy. I've missed writing and we've already reached some bittersweet milestones that make me just want to snuggle her all day long. But,children grow, and it's so special to see them learn and discover.
Some of those milestones include:
- Smiling (for real, not the gas grins or sleepy ones). Baby smiles are the best. And I'll never forget the words from my first midwife with Isaac "if it's not followed by a fart, it's real."
- Kicking in the bouncy chair to the point where, yup, we need to buckle her in or she could bouce herself right out
- Moving the 0-3 month clothing into diaper boxes for storage, and getting out the 6 month stuff. This one is oh so bittersweet as a mama. Slow down girl, you're only just 3 months.
- Holding her little body now in my arms and seeing that her chubby little thighs are resting in my arms a little farther than they used to reach. She's already grown so much.
- Bath time is now enjoyed in the big bath tub as she has already outgrown the baby tub. We use the Angelcare baby bath support for her. And, often all three of our kids fit in the tub.
- Rolling and getting more on the move are just around the corner. And, I don't know if I'm ready for that yet.
 |
| Meeting her brothers. A pictures speaks a thousand words. |
 |
| They are so in love with her. |
 |
| Sunday best. This is the best we could get. |
 |
| 4 weeks goes by incredibly fast. |
 |
| Tired momma. But, feeling so blessed. Zoom into the background to check out Isaac's smushy face. |
 |
| Mr. Hoots, A Roaring Dino, and A Sweet Dalmation Puppy for Halloween |
 |
| 2 Months old and be careful, she might clobber ya! |
Thursday 8 December 2016
Read
"The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn,
the more places you'll go."
~ Dr. Seuss
We love books in this house. It's usually the first thing we do when we wake up in the morning. Well, I need my coffee first, but I love to enjoy my morning cuppa with the Word and/or a good book. It's important for me to have that quiet time with the Lord. Reading first thing doesn't happen every day, but when it does, it is so much better. As I was reading recently, in a book called "Simplify" by Bill Hybels, it's important to set aside time to get into the Word, to reflect on His gifts and rest in the knowledge that we are loved. Hybels calls it "chair time" as he recommends setting up a space where you can commune with God. I prefer to call it my "peace retreat." My place to read is a rocking chair in my bedroom. It's calm, comfortable, quiet. When Isaac wakes up for the day, usually the first thing he asks for is for me to read to him. I love this, and I hope this little routine continues. He is definitely a book-worm like his mama. When it came to moving him into his own room recently. I wanted to give him a place where he can have his own "chair time."We got him his very own library card when he was one and a half, and that library card has been the greatest treasure to him. The library is one of his favourite places to be and explore. So, we created a special reading tent for our boys to enjoy when we bring those library books home. Judging by his great big smiles, he loves it. Hope that this is encouragement to set up your own peace retreat.
Thursday 16 April 2015
God's love is Bigger
I love these little people so much.
I love them so much it hurts sometimes.
It's hard for me to even fathom anyone loving them more.
There is absolutely nothing they could do that would cause me to disown them.
But, there is a greater love.
God loves them bigger.
Nothing can separate them from His love.
There is nothing that they can do that will cause God to stop loving them.
His love is inescapable.
We are His children.
Chosen by Him.
We are His treasure.
He will never disown us.
He accepts us.
He loves us.
Just as we are.
And, He loves us so much it hurts.
And, my prayer for them is that they know this.
That even when I'm not there, cause I won't always be.
He is.
That this truth will comfort them.
That it may blanket them in security.
It's not in my hands.
But it's my prayer.
And, they are His.
The ABCs of Me and the Things I am Grateful For.
I've wanted to do this for a long time now. It's been done on so many other blogs I love. It's just a cute way to show our past year in photos and to share my gratitude list with you. Some of the letters have repeats, purely because well, just because.
Eucharisteo
I love them so much it hurts sometimes.
It's hard for me to even fathom anyone loving them more.
There is absolutely nothing they could do that would cause me to disown them.
But, there is a greater love.
God loves them bigger.
Nothing can separate them from His love.
There is nothing that they can do that will cause God to stop loving them.
His love is inescapable.
We are His children.
Chosen by Him.
We are His treasure.
He will never disown us.
He accepts us.
He loves us.
Just as we are.
And, He loves us so much it hurts.
And, my prayer for them is that they know this.
That even when I'm not there, cause I won't always be.
He is.
That this truth will comfort them.
That it may blanket them in security.
It's not in my hands.
But it's my prayer.
And, they are His.
I've wanted to do this for a long time now. It's been done on so many other blogs I love. It's just a cute way to show our past year in photos and to share my gratitude list with you. Some of the letters have repeats, purely because well, just because.
Eucharisteo
Sunday 1 February 2015
Micah's Birth Story
Just as you cannot understand the path of the wind or the mystery of
a tiny baby growing in its mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the
activity of God, who does all things.
~ Ecclesiastes 11:5
This post comes a little late. I've been a little busy lately. That's because we joyfully welcomed our new little man, Micah Henry, on November 26th, at 9:13 am. It was a grey day. Cold, a bit overcast, like mother nature was just thinking about transitioning to Winter. I had no idea that my day would be brightened by the arrival of our beautiful baby boy. I think all birth stories are remarkable, even if there is nothing quite noteworthy or remarkable about them. Bringing new life into the world is simply amazing. I am amazed by what our bodies can do and how a child is woven together in it's mother's womb. There isn't much really to tell for Micah's birth story. But, I'm sharing it with you because maybe you find each story of birth remarkable too, and so that I can hold on to the memory of it myself. Here it is:
Tuesday, the 25th, was a typical day for me. I had not begun my maternity leave yet because I was not due for another 9 days. How blessed we are here, in Canada, to be able to take a year off for maternity leave with benefits. So, I went to work, to teach my grade 6 class at MRES and I had no idea that I would not be returning to work the next day. My family, midwife, and many others had suggested to me, that I take some time off to rest before the birth. And, I planned on doing that too, but I thought, I would finish up the work week by making Friday my last day. After all, I was 38 weeks, I wasn't due until December 5th, I felt fine, and I had a lot of classroom clean up to do before I left. So, Friday was the day I planned on saying good-bye to my students. And, the custodians and my husband planned on helping me clean up my classroom on Friday after school. But, God's plan was different than my plan.
"I know the plans I have for you." says the Lord. "They are plans for good and not for
disaster, to give you future and a hope."
~ Jeremiah 29:11
God was in control. Having Micah just a little early, in the end, it was so good. At the time I might have felt that I was not ready. But, I know now, more than ever, that His plan was for me to be done work early, and to take care of my children. It feels so good to be home with my children.
We had our maternity photo session the weekend before, I was 38 weeks along, and I'm glad we did. Otherwise, we would not have had those wonderful photos taken. We went to the library, one of Isaac's and my favourite places to go. I will forever treasure those photos taken of our family of three, about to be four. Looking back on those photos now, I could tell that my swollen womb looked low. The baby had dropped into position. At the time, I didn't feel any different. I went to work on Monday, and one of the Educational Assistant's said to me, "You've dropped." My reaction, was "What? Doesn't that mean, the baby is coming soon?" I thought, looks can be deceiving. I'm not due for another 11 days, perhaps it was what I was wearing. Sure enough, two days later, and we had our baby.
So, I went to bed Tuesday night, totally unaware that I would be going into labour that very night, rather planning on going, with hope, to one of my last mid-wife appointments in the morning and then to work at noon. At 2 a.m. I woke up. Nothing unusual when you are 9 months pregnant. I had slight cramping sensation but just figured I needed to roll over. I did, the cramps went away and I tried to fall back to sleep, but couldn't. Sleep was all I wanted. But, 10 minutes later the same slight cramping came back. Something was different about it. It did not feel like a tightening of the womb like a Braxton Hicks contraction feels. It was just a slightly lower abdominal sensation and it was not painful. I was now aware that I was in labour, but I had thoughts creeping in hoping this was not it yet. I wasn't ready.
Every 10 minutes the same sensation occurred. After about an hour of this, tossing and turning, I decided to let Tim know I was in labour. Part of me was excited, but part of me was saying "Wait, please, little one. Just a few more days." I worried that my house was not perfectly clean, I did not get that last weekend as a family of three in, I felt that my supply teacher plans were not in depth enough, my classroom would not be emptied of my books and belongings, and I didn't get the chance to say good-bye to my students. Anxiety and the fear of not feeling fully prepared was overwhelming me. I prayed to lay my worries on my Heavenly Father and asked for a smooth and safe labour and delivery. Right away, I was given assurance that all will be well. This child does not need to arrive to a home in perfect order, but to a family that is ready to love and adore him or her. That is all.
Our plan was to have this little boy or girl at home. Isaac was born at home, and I absolutely loved my birth experience with him. So long as my pregnancy remained healthy, I knew that another home birth is what I wanted.
I decided to make the call to my mid-wife around 4 a.m. At this point, I did not know how long this could go on for, but I knew it was labour and I definitely would not be returning to work. With Isaac I was in labour for 9 hours. So, I anticipated it to be a little shorter this time, but the self conscious part of you says this could go on til past noon or longer. I let her know that I believed I was in early labour and that contractions were 8 to 10 minutes apart. She encouraged me so much over the phone, by saying "Yes, this sounds like you are progressing well. This is it, you can do this." She let me know that she would be ready to come as soon as I make my next call to her, that I should rest as much as possible for now. I couldn't sleep, for I was giddy. So, I went to the computer to write a supply teacher plan for the afternoon as I had anticipated being at work that afternoon. I emailed it off to my supply teacher. I got a drink of water anticipating how hydrated I would need to be later. And, laid back down trying to rest.
Those thoughts of not being prepared did not stay away. But, I tried to remain at ease with my eyes on the prize - a new son or daughter soon! At 5:30 a.m. I made the call to my principal to let her know that I would not make it in to work that afternoon, or at all for the remainder of the year. She was surprised but gave me her best wishes and assured me that she would take care of my supply teacher for the day. This, too, gave me some relief. She also assured me that she would take care of contacting Human Resources for me. At this time, my husband, Tim would be getting ready to go to work for the day. And, I suggested that he go ahead to milk the cows. I will be fine until he comes home for breakfast at around 9 a.m. Little did I know, I would need him back sooner than that. I texted my mom to let her know "This is the day" and her excited reply of "Wonderful! Are your pains far apart?" helped me feel more ready and at ease as well.
Shortly after Tim left around 6 a.m. I laid back down and tried to rest. At this point contractions were more often, between 5 to 8 minutes and becoming a little more uncomfortable. I was starting to think I should call the midwife back. I heard Isaac was awake and I was really hoping he would sleep longer. I went to get him to encourage him to go back to sleep by bringing him to bed with me. This was working, until I had a slightly more intense contraction and had to purse my lips through it. Isaac, in his half asleep state, knew I wasn't feeling well and woke up. It was 6:30 a.m., still dark outside, and that last contraction convinced me that I should call the mid-wife back. I made the call to her and she suggested I get in the tub to relax my body. I texted Tim too, to come home earlier if he could as Isaac was awake and more than I could handle right at the moment. He hadn't been to work for more than half an hour. Isaac, in his innocent and sweet way, knew that mommy wasn't feeling well and was by my side. It was an early start for him too, so he was a little clingy. He wanted carried downstairs to get breakfast and carrying him brought on a "wow" contraction right away. Good thing I made those calls.
I decided that Isaac could watch a little Thomas the Train (his favourite thing ever!) on Netflix, and gave him a banana to eat in the living room while I was in the bath. This would just have to do until Tim got home. But, being tired himself, he just wanted to be by my side. And, Tim did not get home until almost 8 a.m. When Tim arrived he saw Isaac was by my side clutching his "blankie" while I was in the tub. What a sweet boy. Tim got Isaac a better breakfast, called his mom to pick Isaac up for the day and packed his backpack for his day away with Grandma Cook.
The mid-wife arrived shortly after that. Right away the mid-wife and nurse, second birthing attendant begin their work of monitoring your blood pressure, babies heart rate, warming towels, boiling water, and setting up the necessary precautions in your room of choice to deliver. They make sure you have everything you need and they make your home environment seem a little more like a hospital environment. It feels like home, and you have the security in knowing they have made it a safe place to bring babies into the world. They are such incredible women. My mid-wife was there when Isaac was born at home too. She was there throughout my entire pregnancy, providing excellent care, and she would know well enough in advance if it was necessary to go to the hospital. In my case, I was so happy to be able to deliver another healthy child safely at home.
I was in the bath when they arrived and got out briefly for my mid-wife to check my dilation. I was already at 7 cm. I was amazed at how far along I was already. Time goes by so fast when you are in labour (for me). Contractions were 2 to 3 minutes apart and I went back in the tub. The second birthing attendant poured water over my side and said "You'll let us know when you're ready to push right, Sonya?" I did not think I was near pushing time yet, as I seemed to have one hard contraction followed by lighter ones. Tim's mom came by to pick up Isaac at about 9:00 so I said my good-byes to my boy. It wasn't 5 minutes before he was out the door that I had a hard pushing contraction. I felt my water break and I needed to be moved from the tub to the bed. With the help of Tim, and the nurse, I made my way to the bed. The mid-wife checked me again, and sure enough, babies head was right there. I laid on my side with Tim rubbing my back and with two more quick pushes, he was born. I am so amazed by what our bodies can do. It happened so fast. He took a breath of air and let out his first cry, what a relief it is to hear that sound. It says, you have a healthy child and your hard work is done. It was 9:13 am. The mid-wife gave Tim the chance to announce what we had. "Another beautiful boy" he said. And, I was shocked. They moved him to my chest and I was looking into the face of a bright-eyed sweetie. I looked him over head to toe and marveled at this perfect little gift. What a beauty.
He was weighed at 6 lbs 13 oz and handed back over to me to try nursing right away and like a pro he latched on instantly. I had a bite to eat, and a drink, prepared for me by the nurse. And, after feeling ready to get up and move, I went to the tub to soak in the healing herbal bath (see the recipe below). My baby joining me. How wide-eyed and alert they look in the tub.
After bathing, he was dressed in his first clothing, a cute little blue sleeper, and promptly drifted off to sleep. We made a few phone calls to family and friends. When we called Grandma Cook, and she let Isaac know that he had a baby brother, we were told his words were "baby brother, love you." How sweet is that?! I'm sure that Isaac knew all along what was going on and that he knew he would have a baby when he returned home that night. We didn't have a name chosen right away.
Our mid-wife team did some more monitoring of my blood pressure, heart rate, temperature and all the lovely necessaries for Micah as well, Everything was in working order and the mid-wife team left us to our own devices. Having done this before, we definitely felt more at ease with being left on own. But, with Isaac gone for the day, we had yet to figure out what parenting two children would be like. We spent the day resting in bed treasuring our new little one's cuddles and feeding time. We welcomed a few visitors and debated name options. Finally we agreed upon Micah Henry.
Isaac came home that evening and was a very adoring big brother from the start. I was so happy to see him and squeeze his little - but not so little now compared to his baby brother's - body. I think he always knew that something was up. Our day did not start out as a typical day. He went to grandma Cook's for the day instead of daycare and he knew that he would be coming home to a new baby. He is still such a loving and caring big brother. He loves to kiss and cuddle Micah and always asks "I hold Micah on the couch?" It's a busy time of our lives, with a two year old and a newborn. I'm learning every day how to juggle having two. I'm still cherishing those late night feedings, because I know they won't last. I'm enjoying this time and my boys so much.
The after birth care with a mid-wife team is absolutely the best. It makes caring for a newborn so much easier. The mid-wife continues to do home visits with you every day (or every other day if all is going well) for a week. They, then continue to visit once a week for 3 weeks. At 6 weeks, you have your last visit with them in their clinic. From that point on care is transferred over to your family doc. What a blessing it is to not have to bundle up your little one(s) and travel to the clinic yourself for check-ups. It is absolutely one of my favourite parts of having a mid-wife.
There is such amazingly beautiful growth and development that happens in the womb. But, it is incredible to watch the growth that takes place when they have left the safety of your womb to be a part of this crazy world. Obviously inside their mother is (supposed to be) the safest place for a child the size of an olive to be. Some children are born much earlier, but there is a reason we are meant to be in our mother's womb for 9 months. It happens every day, every minute, every second even, babies being born. But, it is a miracle of life. There is nothing quite like witnessing the birth of a child, and watching your children grow up. You don't know how much you are capable of loving until you love your children. And, the love we experience here on earth is miniscule compared to the love our Heavenly Father has for us. It is through loving my own children, that I have been given just a glimpse of how deep the Father's love is for us - "how vast beyond all measure."
We have had 10 special weeks with our new addition, Micah. He's grown so much already, over double in size already. I am getting the hang of mothering two littles now and Tim is a great dad. It's crazy in our house at times. My world has slowed way down yet sped way up at the same time. If it weren't for a few of my friends planning playdates and my Coffee Break Bible study group, I'm sure there would be some weeks where we did not get out of the house. It's magic watching Isaac and Micah grow up together. So far they are BFFs. Let's hope it stays that way.
"Surrounded by those we love, we will know the meaning of ultimate joy as we progress in knowledge and in happiness. No matter how bleak the chapter of our lives may look today, because of the life and sacrifice of Jesus Christ, we may hope and be assured that the ending of the book of our lives will exceed our grandest expectations." ~ The Inifinite Power of Hope by Deiter F. Uchtdorf
Herbal Bath for After Birth by Wellness Mama
 |
| Photography by Heather Dietz Photography |
 |
| Photography by Heather Dietz Photography |
 |
| Photography by Heather Dietz Photography |
 |
| Photography by Heather Dietz Photography |
 |
| Photography by Heather Dietz Photography |
 |
| Photography by Heather Dietz Photography |
 |
| Photography by Heather Dietz Photography |
Every 10 minutes the same sensation occurred. After about an hour of this, tossing and turning, I decided to let Tim know I was in labour. Part of me was excited, but part of me was saying "Wait, please, little one. Just a few more days." I worried that my house was not perfectly clean, I did not get that last weekend as a family of three in, I felt that my supply teacher plans were not in depth enough, my classroom would not be emptied of my books and belongings, and I didn't get the chance to say good-bye to my students. Anxiety and the fear of not feeling fully prepared was overwhelming me. I prayed to lay my worries on my Heavenly Father and asked for a smooth and safe labour and delivery. Right away, I was given assurance that all will be well. This child does not need to arrive to a home in perfect order, but to a family that is ready to love and adore him or her. That is all.
This same God who takes care of me will supply all your needs from His glorious riches,
which have been given to us in Christ Jesus.
~ Philippians 4:19
Our plan was to have this little boy or girl at home. Isaac was born at home, and I absolutely loved my birth experience with him. So long as my pregnancy remained healthy, I knew that another home birth is what I wanted.
I decided to make the call to my mid-wife around 4 a.m. At this point, I did not know how long this could go on for, but I knew it was labour and I definitely would not be returning to work. With Isaac I was in labour for 9 hours. So, I anticipated it to be a little shorter this time, but the self conscious part of you says this could go on til past noon or longer. I let her know that I believed I was in early labour and that contractions were 8 to 10 minutes apart. She encouraged me so much over the phone, by saying "Yes, this sounds like you are progressing well. This is it, you can do this." She let me know that she would be ready to come as soon as I make my next call to her, that I should rest as much as possible for now. I couldn't sleep, for I was giddy. So, I went to the computer to write a supply teacher plan for the afternoon as I had anticipated being at work that afternoon. I emailed it off to my supply teacher. I got a drink of water anticipating how hydrated I would need to be later. And, laid back down trying to rest.
Those thoughts of not being prepared did not stay away. But, I tried to remain at ease with my eyes on the prize - a new son or daughter soon! At 5:30 a.m. I made the call to my principal to let her know that I would not make it in to work that afternoon, or at all for the remainder of the year. She was surprised but gave me her best wishes and assured me that she would take care of my supply teacher for the day. This, too, gave me some relief. She also assured me that she would take care of contacting Human Resources for me. At this time, my husband, Tim would be getting ready to go to work for the day. And, I suggested that he go ahead to milk the cows. I will be fine until he comes home for breakfast at around 9 a.m. Little did I know, I would need him back sooner than that. I texted my mom to let her know "This is the day" and her excited reply of "Wonderful! Are your pains far apart?" helped me feel more ready and at ease as well.
Shortly after Tim left around 6 a.m. I laid back down and tried to rest. At this point contractions were more often, between 5 to 8 minutes and becoming a little more uncomfortable. I was starting to think I should call the midwife back. I heard Isaac was awake and I was really hoping he would sleep longer. I went to get him to encourage him to go back to sleep by bringing him to bed with me. This was working, until I had a slightly more intense contraction and had to purse my lips through it. Isaac, in his half asleep state, knew I wasn't feeling well and woke up. It was 6:30 a.m., still dark outside, and that last contraction convinced me that I should call the mid-wife back. I made the call to her and she suggested I get in the tub to relax my body. I texted Tim too, to come home earlier if he could as Isaac was awake and more than I could handle right at the moment. He hadn't been to work for more than half an hour. Isaac, in his innocent and sweet way, knew that mommy wasn't feeling well and was by my side. It was an early start for him too, so he was a little clingy. He wanted carried downstairs to get breakfast and carrying him brought on a "wow" contraction right away. Good thing I made those calls.
I decided that Isaac could watch a little Thomas the Train (his favourite thing ever!) on Netflix, and gave him a banana to eat in the living room while I was in the bath. This would just have to do until Tim got home. But, being tired himself, he just wanted to be by my side. And, Tim did not get home until almost 8 a.m. When Tim arrived he saw Isaac was by my side clutching his "blankie" while I was in the tub. What a sweet boy. Tim got Isaac a better breakfast, called his mom to pick Isaac up for the day and packed his backpack for his day away with Grandma Cook.
The mid-wife arrived shortly after that. Right away the mid-wife and nurse, second birthing attendant begin their work of monitoring your blood pressure, babies heart rate, warming towels, boiling water, and setting up the necessary precautions in your room of choice to deliver. They make sure you have everything you need and they make your home environment seem a little more like a hospital environment. It feels like home, and you have the security in knowing they have made it a safe place to bring babies into the world. They are such incredible women. My mid-wife was there when Isaac was born at home too. She was there throughout my entire pregnancy, providing excellent care, and she would know well enough in advance if it was necessary to go to the hospital. In my case, I was so happy to be able to deliver another healthy child safely at home.
I was in the bath when they arrived and got out briefly for my mid-wife to check my dilation. I was already at 7 cm. I was amazed at how far along I was already. Time goes by so fast when you are in labour (for me). Contractions were 2 to 3 minutes apart and I went back in the tub. The second birthing attendant poured water over my side and said "You'll let us know when you're ready to push right, Sonya?" I did not think I was near pushing time yet, as I seemed to have one hard contraction followed by lighter ones. Tim's mom came by to pick up Isaac at about 9:00 so I said my good-byes to my boy. It wasn't 5 minutes before he was out the door that I had a hard pushing contraction. I felt my water break and I needed to be moved from the tub to the bed. With the help of Tim, and the nurse, I made my way to the bed. The mid-wife checked me again, and sure enough, babies head was right there. I laid on my side with Tim rubbing my back and with two more quick pushes, he was born. I am so amazed by what our bodies can do. It happened so fast. He took a breath of air and let out his first cry, what a relief it is to hear that sound. It says, you have a healthy child and your hard work is done. It was 9:13 am. The mid-wife gave Tim the chance to announce what we had. "Another beautiful boy" he said. And, I was shocked. They moved him to my chest and I was looking into the face of a bright-eyed sweetie. I looked him over head to toe and marveled at this perfect little gift. What a beauty.
He was weighed at 6 lbs 13 oz and handed back over to me to try nursing right away and like a pro he latched on instantly. I had a bite to eat, and a drink, prepared for me by the nurse. And, after feeling ready to get up and move, I went to the tub to soak in the healing herbal bath (see the recipe below). My baby joining me. How wide-eyed and alert they look in the tub.
After bathing, he was dressed in his first clothing, a cute little blue sleeper, and promptly drifted off to sleep. We made a few phone calls to family and friends. When we called Grandma Cook, and she let Isaac know that he had a baby brother, we were told his words were "baby brother, love you." How sweet is that?! I'm sure that Isaac knew all along what was going on and that he knew he would have a baby when he returned home that night. We didn't have a name chosen right away.
Our mid-wife team did some more monitoring of my blood pressure, heart rate, temperature and all the lovely necessaries for Micah as well, Everything was in working order and the mid-wife team left us to our own devices. Having done this before, we definitely felt more at ease with being left on own. But, with Isaac gone for the day, we had yet to figure out what parenting two children would be like. We spent the day resting in bed treasuring our new little one's cuddles and feeding time. We welcomed a few visitors and debated name options. Finally we agreed upon Micah Henry.
Isaac came home that evening and was a very adoring big brother from the start. I was so happy to see him and squeeze his little - but not so little now compared to his baby brother's - body. I think he always knew that something was up. Our day did not start out as a typical day. He went to grandma Cook's for the day instead of daycare and he knew that he would be coming home to a new baby. He is still such a loving and caring big brother. He loves to kiss and cuddle Micah and always asks "I hold Micah on the couch?" It's a busy time of our lives, with a two year old and a newborn. I'm learning every day how to juggle having two. I'm still cherishing those late night feedings, because I know they won't last. I'm enjoying this time and my boys so much.
The after birth care with a mid-wife team is absolutely the best. It makes caring for a newborn so much easier. The mid-wife continues to do home visits with you every day (or every other day if all is going well) for a week. They, then continue to visit once a week for 3 weeks. At 6 weeks, you have your last visit with them in their clinic. From that point on care is transferred over to your family doc. What a blessing it is to not have to bundle up your little one(s) and travel to the clinic yourself for check-ups. It is absolutely one of my favourite parts of having a mid-wife.
There is such amazingly beautiful growth and development that happens in the womb. But, it is incredible to watch the growth that takes place when they have left the safety of your womb to be a part of this crazy world. Obviously inside their mother is (supposed to be) the safest place for a child the size of an olive to be. Some children are born much earlier, but there is a reason we are meant to be in our mother's womb for 9 months. It happens every day, every minute, every second even, babies being born. But, it is a miracle of life. There is nothing quite like witnessing the birth of a child, and watching your children grow up. You don't know how much you are capable of loving until you love your children. And, the love we experience here on earth is miniscule compared to the love our Heavenly Father has for us. It is through loving my own children, that I have been given just a glimpse of how deep the Father's love is for us - "how vast beyond all measure."
Nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is
revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.
~ Romans 8:39
We have had 10 special weeks with our new addition, Micah. He's grown so much already, over double in size already. I am getting the hang of mothering two littles now and Tim is a great dad. It's crazy in our house at times. My world has slowed way down yet sped way up at the same time. If it weren't for a few of my friends planning playdates and my Coffee Break Bible study group, I'm sure there would be some weeks where we did not get out of the house. It's magic watching Isaac and Micah grow up together. So far they are BFFs. Let's hope it stays that way.
 |
| Photography by Heather Dietz Photography |
Think of the worth of this eternal gift, [hope]. 'Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard,
neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath
prepared for them that love him.'
~ 1 Corinthians 2:9
"Surrounded by those we love, we will know the meaning of ultimate joy as we progress in knowledge and in happiness. No matter how bleak the chapter of our lives may look today, because of the life and sacrifice of Jesus Christ, we may hope and be assured that the ending of the book of our lives will exceed our grandest expectations." ~ The Inifinite Power of Hope by Deiter F. Uchtdorf
 |
| Mike and Ike on Christmas Day |
 |
| Trying to catch some Vitamin D on a sunny Winter day. |
Herbal Bath for After Birth by Wellness Mama
Ingredients
- ¼ cup Comfrey Leaf
- ½ cup Lavender Flowers
- ¼ cup Plantain Leaf
- ½ cup Red Raspberry Leaf
- ¼ cup Yarrow Flower
- ¼ cup Calendula Flowers
- ¼ cup Shepherd's Purse
- ¼ cup Uva Ursi Leaf
- ¼ cup Sea Salt or Epsom Salt
Instructions
- Mix herbs in a glass container or plastic bag. I used a half gallon mason jar. The proportions don't have to be exact. Store for up to a year in a cool, dark, place.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
