I bring this up because Sunday I brought the kids up to my cousin’s place near Morrisburg for Thanksgiving dinner. They have a few acres and a huge lawn and had made the hugest leaf pile. Bobby was all about that. Molly didn’t want to go in at first but warmed up to it. We took turns burying each other and dumping leaves on each other’s heads. After a while Molly and I got out and Bobby kept playing with one of my cousin’s kids. (Is that his second cousin? I don’t know how this works. I just tell him they are his cousins).
When I got home and out of my clothes there was a bunch of leaf pieces all over my bathroom floor. That stuff is almost like sand at the beach!
It was a really great time. Spending time with my family is good stuff and I like that I’ve been doing more of that lately. I also learned that I can purchase vanilla mudslides in a six pack. Thanks for that info family!
What is something you haven’t done for a long time that you wish you could or would do now?
Is it falling asleep in a pillow fort?
On this day:
In 2009 – Why do I list Feminism as in interest? Find out here!
In 2007 – I don’t remember why our real estate agent was coming over or why I would care about it so much.
In 2006 – This year I really half-assed my thanksgiving meal making. Here you will see one of my better ones but not the most awesome. I wish I had the money and mental capacity to plan in detail to have gone all-out this year but I didn’t so everything was ‘good’ but not ‘great’.
In 2005 – I think my favorite part of my wedding was the pie. I seriously made sketches of what it should look like. I even have a framed photo of it. I even had a test-pie made a year before the wedding. PIE!!!
A few weeks ago I went to the City of Ottawa Infant Information session held in Orleans. Whenever I can, I support social/community events in Orleans because there really isn’t much going on here and there wont be in the future if the little that does go on is poorly attended.
The session consisted of various workshops ranging from child safety to infant massage. Molly and I attended the Kindermusik mini-class since it’s a program Bobby enjoyed thoroughly.
There was also an exhibitors’ hall populated by the Ottawa Police, dental and health services, community resource centres, retailers and more. It was really great to walk around and gather some new info and learn about new services.
Sara, who did a pregnancy shoot with me, had a booth promoting her family photography business. We discussed that my MIL wanted a new portrait of our family and that I would be booking something with her shortly. As I was leaving the venue I noticed a whiteboard with the names of the door prize winners and I was one of them!
I won a gift certificate for Sara’s photo services. Talk about DESTINY WIN!
We did the shoot last week on an incredibly hot evening in a mosquito infested area near the river. I’m happy to report that the shots are GORGEOUS but you can judge that for yourself. Here is a small sample and you can go see more over on Sara’s blog post.
On this day:
In 2008 – “So that was pretty much awesome”
In 2007 – “he’s nothing more than a sexist jerk.”
In 2005 – ” It’s a shame really.”
So you may be wondering just WHERE we were all headed when I found my FOB. We were on our way to collect on my Big Win #2.
You may not be aware, but there’s a thing called Twitter and I’m on there. I saw that @apartment613 was running a contest for a family pass to the Ottawa International Children’s festival. I entered the draw and I won! All I had to do was choose a show and the tickets would be waiting for us at the box office. The age guidelines at the festival are apparently well enforced so my options were fairly limited but I ended up choosing ZooZoo and I’m glad I did.
I had driven past the festival grounds with Bobby the day before so he knew where were headed to the place with “all the white tents and some balloons”. When we arrived we were greeted by a woman on stilts and a cow statue that you could milk. We got our tickets and went into Tent 2 for the show. Bobby sat on Brent’s lap for the whole thing and his face! OMG HIS FACE. It was the face of pure wonderment the entire time. He loved it. Molly slept through the entire thing.
One thing I have to say is this; If you know you are going to be sitting in a tent all close to lots of people, you should really make sure you don’t stink!
After the show I went to the Soup Truck to pick up some coffees and a snack while Brent and Bobby headed to the Long & McQuade tent. There they had instruments for the kids to try and Bobby came out of it with a balloon on a stick.
On the way home we drove past Maman which is probably Bobby’s favorite piece of art and he can tell you all about it if you ask.
They were doing face painting that was pretty much what you would expect to see at Cirque du Soleil and it was only $5. Bobby didn’t want any though. I’m glad I won these tickets because it has inspired me to return to the festival next year as well!
On this day:
In 2010 -“I’m a baking REBEL.”
In 2008 -“cankles”
When I was a toddler, our neighbours had bunnies which up until now I assumed were pets. Really though, they probably raised bunnies for their dinners. I remember going to see them a couple times and I remember my mother picking them up by their ears!!! I don’t think that’s right. I mean, if you think of the weight of their bodies and all of that being supported by only their ears, they were likely in a lot of pain.
I remember being shocked at the age of 3 or 4 and my mom saying that it’s just the way you carry rabbits. I think though, she may have that confused with the way you carry a DEAD rabbit.
So folks of the internet: Carrying live rabbits by the ears – totally cool or totally cruel?
On this day:
Last Thursday I had a couple of girlfriends over with their babies for coffee and treats. The day before I had made two pineapple upside down cakes and the meringue bases for pavlovas. Then that morning I made whipped cream and topped them with blueberries. My stand mixer motivated me to do these things. It really made it easy although I wish I had two bowls for it so that I didn’t have to wash it so often during the process.
The whole time they were over I was getting so… "OMG I want my baby to come out! Look at your babies!!! I want mine tooooo!" Around 11 am, I felt like some things were going on in my belly but nothing major and I brushed it off. By early evening, I was SURE something was going on but since everything was going so gradually, I didn’t think it was going to happen anytime soon.
I took a gravol and went to bed to chit chat with Brent before falling asleep and hopefully waking up refreshed in the morning and ready to give birth. But what ACTUALLY happened? Brent was in bed and was talking about how tired and exhausted he was and how he had so much to do and how many people were depending on him for various things. About 20 minutes in to this conversation I was well aware that I would not be sleeping through these contractions and I was debating how I could possibly tell Brent since he was having a BAD NIGHT.
By about 11:30 we decided it was time to get a move on. There was no pretending this away until morning. Since bobby was asleep, we called my mom to come stay over at our house so he didn’t have to be disturbed. Then we called the midwife and the doula to meet us at the hospital. We left as soon as my mom arrived and got to the hospital at 12:30 am.
I got assessed and if I remember correctly (I probably don’t) I was at around 3-4cm. Denise, my midwife became the militant walking enforcer and made sure I kept moving around even though all I wanted to do was go to sleep. I made Brent cook me up some toast with peanut butter and I ate that between contractions. We stayed in that assessment room for about 2 hours before I was admitted into a birthing room.
This is the only photo taken during the labour. I’m having a contraction and squatting on the floor while Charmaine (my doula) rubbed my back.
Once we got to the birth room ALL I wanted to do was get in the tub but Denise said no! How maniacal! She attended Bobby’s birth so she knows I can labour quickly and didn’t want me to relax just yet. My water had still not broken. During this time I decided the best way to deal with contractions was to hang all my weight off of Brent’s neck. He didn’t even complain! Trooper indeed. Finally Denise agreed that I could go in the tub and I agreed to having her break my water first. I DID NOT enjoy that. Breaking the water was ok actually but then she checked my cervix right after and you know what? I fucking hate having my cervix checked. It sucks. You have to lay still and all I wanted to do was bolt. I’m pretty sure I was yelling "Please stop!" But really it had to be done. I THINK at this point I was 6cm but again, I was focused on other things.
I then went in to the tub. There I leaned my forehead against the side and made weird noises (ask Brent, he can detail them for you) for quite some time. Then I GLORIOUSLY puked and puked and puked. Brent actually was able to stay in the next room during this. I filled about 3 pans plus got some in the water. I think at this time I also pooped in the tub. I was unaware of it but Brent said he saw one in there when I got out and I can’t think of any other time where I would not have noticed that happening.
Shortly after that, still in the tub, I was pretty sure I had to push. But really, I didn’t. REALLY what I felt during those contractions was the urge to flee. so I assumed I wanted to flee off to the pushing but I hopped on the bed, tried pushing once and it hurt and was just not right. This caused another cervical check and it sadly was not time.
This labour was so different than Bobby’s There was so much early labour that I kept thinking I must be done because of how much time went by and because of how tired I was and because of how much more powerful this felt than with Bobby. With Bobby, there was only one time where I ‘gave up’. I think I gave up about 5 times during this labour. I was too focused on the end result rather than focusing on facilitating what was happening right then.
Denise lifted the end of the bed to be like a big chair and had me on hands and knees. This is when I felt a big change. Holy shit. This was way more intense than it had ever been with Bobby and I could tell that things were getting going. No one was allowed to touch me or talk to me other than quiet reassurances now and then. Poor Charmaine must have felt like she was useless but I guess what I need most of all during labour is a captive audience that will give me sips of juice whenever I want. I remember grinding my head into the back of the bed as well as actually BITING the mattress.
Finally, my body just decided to push. There was no urge, I didn’t try, my body just did it and did it violently. With Bobby I felt like I controlled the pushing but this time I felt like it was just happening and I KNEW it was too hard/fast and I was having a hard time controlling it so I didn’t destroy my crotch. I don’t think the pushing took very long but it felt like ages. The head came out. Normally after this happens, the baby shimmeis and turns it shoulders and slides out but apparently, Molly came out like a football player of some type (I don’t know the positions) and was determined to just push right through whatever was in her way.
Brent later told me I had ‘screaming baby crotch’ which is when the head it out, and making noise, but the rest is still inside. Isn’t that horrifying? I didn’t even notice. Out she came at 5:39 am and Brent cut the cord. Brent stayed for a bit then went home so that he could be there when Bobby woke up and to take him to daycare. This is when they did all the measurements. 7lbs 7oz, 21.5" long and a bunch of other details I don’t remember. I live tweeted that info.
I had to get stitches. I don’t know how many. All I know is that it was a mild 2nd degree tear. I opted to get some laughing gas for the freezing part. The needles are not fun but the gas was pretty ok. They should just pump the birth room full of that I think. I didn’t feel the stitched go in too much but now… WHOOO BABY!
Then I nursed her for an HOUR. (Bobby did not latch that well for 3 days!) and napped until Brent came back to get us. We left the hospital for home at about 8:30 am and I wanted an egg mc muffin so we went through the drive through to get one.
Yeah so that’s the birth story. It felt pretty brutal and there were moments where I fully understood why women get epidurals. If only every birth were like Bobby’s, the world would be a better place. I’ll post more about how Bobby has reacted to the arrival of his baby sister during his monthly update post. For now, here are some photos.
Just home from the hospital
2 days old
4 days old
Proud big brother
On this day:
The morning routine I have going with Bobby has become pretty sweet. Wake up (time depends on him) and come downstairs after a bit of bed snuggling. I get his breakfast ready while he struggles to take off his pants and diaper. I bring his food into the living room and he eats his breakfast sitting on the potty and watching kid shows.
Then I make myself a half-caf cappuccino, grab a pear and settle in on the sofa with my laptop.
Considering he sits there for an HOUR before MAYBE going potty, I don’t know how we’ll incorporate this into our day once the holidays are over *sad face*
Also yesterday I got all OMG ARE YOU KIDDING ME WE ARE GOING TO HAVE ANOTHER KID IN THE HOUSE? HOW ARE WE GOING TO SURVIVE THAT? Likely that was brought to you by the fact that Bobby had been up since 4:30 am and as a result, so were Brent and I.
Now back to my yummy coffee. (as an aside, I often say yummy when I MEAN delicious because I find that word way overused but yummy seems so… childish. Dear human thesauruses, what’s another word that would be appropriate?)
Some photos I took over the past while I haven’t put up:
On this day:
In 2009 –
In 2008 – It seems so silly to be so excited about baby food now.
In 2007 – I looked good in a bikini
In 2006 – I’m glad I look back on old posts like this because it’s been too long since I made that soup!
In 2005 – I really love eating
In 2004 – x-mas car roll over
p.s. I think I need to streamline my post tags. I just selected all the ones that could apply to this post… there are a lot for such little content.