The Daily Hailey

Everyone wants to give their kid a special birthday, right? We are pretty low key about birthdays around here, and our kids are very happy to have a meal they like, dessert, and presents that they don’t have to share for the first few days. Its a relaxed, happy time for everyone, and we all love it.

Yesterday being Rowan’s birthday, we tried to choose food that we thought he’d like. We don’t usually tell the kids whats for supper in advance, just to avoid whining, but when I whispered to Rowan about the anticipated popcorn chicken and fries, he screwed his face up a bit and said he didn’t want that. I pressed a little, to see what he was hoping for. Turns out he was fine with the popcorn chicken (as long as it came with honey mustard for dipping) but he wanted orange macaroni instead of fries. We decided to go for it and make a pot of mac and cheese for the kids, while we and my parents would likely prefer french fries. What a huge win that supper was! Lots of happy kids eating their body weight in dip 🙂 Haha! Success!

We wrapped up supper with his birthday cake. And by “cake,” I mean donuts. As I’ve mentioned, Ro doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth, and we knew he wouldn’t want cake. We wracked our brains and tried to think creatively. Rice Krispie square? Cookies? Ice cream sandwiches? Nothing hit home. But we had eaten donuts not too long ago and I was pretty sure he had eaten at least some of one. So donuts it was! And he was SO happy when he saw it coming!!

We all sang and he smiled and soaked it all in, just loving the attention! When it was over, we told him he could blow his candle out and he tried to put it out with his fingers 😮 🔥 We tried to stop him, but he figured it out before we could. No big burn, just a surprise. He opted for the conventional way to put out a candle next, and blew it out. He went on to grab it by the wick, and again, burned his fingers a little. We helped him know how to pull the candle out and he proceeded to pull it out and take a bite off the end!! Once again, we tried to stop him, but nope. We did, thankfully, manage to stop him before he got his second bite. Yes. He went in for a. Second. Bite. That kid, though…

As you can see, he had a swirly donut, but we exchanged it after for a chocolate one with a skinny line of sprinkles down the middle. He ate maybe three bites of it, picked most of the sprinkles off, and was done with dessert. Perfect. I’m not going to force the kid to eat dessert! He was happy with his birthday food, and so were the rest of us.

We extended Rowan’s birthday to today, and had my parents over once again, as well as Jerilee, for a waffle brunch. The plan was chocolate chip waffles, breakfast sausage, and some fruit. Just simple and yummy. Last night, however, we decided to switch sausage to bacon since I remembered that Ro likes bacon better. Then, this morning, in reminiscing how yesterday’s dessert had gone, I asked Rowan if he wanted chocolate chip waffles or just plain waffles. “Plain,” he answered, without missing a beat. Plain it is! Frankly, with the whipped cream, icing sugar, and syrup available to the group, we had more than enough sugar! We also kept it classy with canned peaches, which everyone seemed to enjoy. I don’t know, does that scream “childhood” too anyone else? We LOVED canned peaches as kids! They were such a treat 🙂 Still are.

So brunch was pretty wild, with a LOT of energy and yelling and sugar, and ended with ALL FOUR KIDS napping off their sugar crash. We have some exciting stuff happening this afternoon, but I’ll tell you all about it in tomorrow’s blog! Until then, I’ll just say that today was the day, three years ago, that Rowan came home.

From the moment we checked into the hospital to the moment we were checked out, our hospital stay clocked in at 25 hours. He was our shortest hospital stay, we had the nicest room, he slept the longest stretches, and I needed the LEAST *ahem* repairs *ahem* done out of all of my babies. Pretty amazing experience it was, having this little boy! I can’t believe he’s THREE! But I also totally can. He is the BEST three year old I know!!

Three years ago, we were SO pleased and proud to welcome our third child, Rowan Toby Born.

Yes, he’s still all cottage cheesy here. Its ok, that stuff is great!

Rowan brought a crazy amount of healing along with him when he was born. The birth of his sibling born prior to him had been awfully scary, and I lived in pretty serious anxiety that his birth would be the same, or worse. If it was, I would likely have opted to stop having children for the sake of my mental health. But he was born in a beautiful controlled environment, where I had my amazing doctor, a fabulous nurse, and a lot more say in how things went down. Feel free to read back to his birth story if you’d like 🙂

Poor Ro has been sick for his first two birthdays. His first birthday was rough!

I remember he looked like that most of the day. I took SO many pictures in this particular sitting and this was the best one I got. He looks pretty zen. A little high, perhaps. I believe two days after this birthday, we took the whole family to the doctor and ALL three kids were swabbed for whooping cough. Yup. That is how sick they all were. It sucked. Poor Ro.

Last year was also a “poor Ro” experience, though he seems a bit stronger in the picture!

A quick read back tells me that he woke up the morning of his second birthday covered in vomit. His bed, his body, and his hair were just coated in the stuff. It had been the week off of school break and every single day, at least one of the children had woken up covered in vomit or worse. I was SO discouraged that he was sick for his birthday again, but some of you had reassured me after reading my post that he would be more than fine, and there were going to be better birthdays ahead. Sickness happens in kids. Its just life.

Here we are on his third birthday, and he is STRONG and WELL. FINALLY!

I went into the kids room this morning singing “Happy Birthday” to Rowan. Dekker and Laela joined in the song, and Rowan finished it off by screeching “YAY! Its my birthday!!” We group hugged/dog piled on him, and he giggled, just loving the attention. After a quick diaper change, we headed to the breakfast table where Ro got to pick a fresh box of cereal. Froot Loops, obviously. They all ate and enjoyed and we had a nice, normal breakfast. The morning after was spent colouring and playing and grandma even came over and joined us for lunch before the three kids went down for naps. I’m actually surprised that they’re sleeping at all. Ro is SO happy to be the birthday boy, but he didn’t fight going down for his nap either 🙂 Win!

Popcorn chicken and french fries is on the menu for tonight, and grandma and grandpa are joining the fun. Coming up with a cake was pretty tricky because, believe it or not, Rowan doesn’t really care for sweets as much as the average kid. So, donuts! I’m pretty sure he’ll like donuts, haha! We love a good, low key, unconventional birthday around here!

I am just SO thrilled to have Rowan in my family. He adds a special spice that no other kid quite has the same way. He would rather snuggle than play. He loves listening to stories, praying for meals, doing the dishes, playing Play-Doh, telling jokes, going to the city, and eating pb&j sandwiches. He has warmed up to having his hair tied up in a ponytail, and insists he wants to keep it long, which we love, support, and think makes him look like a rockstar. He compliments Laela and I when he thinks we look pretty. He is adventurous and brave and has a healthy mix between being super grown up for his age, and being super little and innocent and off in his own world. I LOVE what he adds to our family, and I hope he always has the zest for life that he has now.

Rowan, never stop rubbing noses with me! I love you so much, exactly as you are, through every stage! I am SO happy you’re my son!!! ❤

Its been almost a year since we first put a referral in to have Rowan’s hearing tested. Since then, we were tossed around a bit by audiology at the hospital, saw and paid for a private audiologist, had his ears checked at least four times by his family doctor, and today, we FINALLY made it to a specialist.

We had been on the books to see an ENT (ear, nose, and throat doctor) for a couple of months now. Lucky for us, Rowan has had his ears checked so many times that he feels like an expert on the subject, so he wasn’t nervous about having them checked again by someone new. He was actually pretty excited about it. This morning, I got everyone dressed and ready with about 20 minutes to spare. I used that time to see if I could find out where the doctor’s office was in the building. I stumbled upon reviews. Sigh. SO MANY bad reviews. Apparently no one likes the doctor we were scheduled to see. I texted a friend who reassured me that he is an excellent doctor, but perhaps his bedside manner leaves a bit to be desired. I’m fine with that. I’d rather have a knowledgable doctor than a nice doctor who knows squat. Not everyone can be Dr. Guselle and do both 😉 So I decided to hope for the best!

We met Brady at a nearby Tim’s and left his van somewhere that it would’ve be towed, and drove together to the office downtown. We sat and had coffee together for a few minutes before I headed in with Ro. We went inside, checked the directory, and headed up the elevator to the second floor. I almost took him up the stairs like I always do myself, but decided against it for his sake, just in case it took a while and we had things to fill out once we got to the office.

But we didn’t! No forms, no nothing. The receptionist was very short and to the point, just asked for his health card and my name, and sent us through a maze of cubicles to a waiting room. Rowan was SO cute in the waiting room, asking to be tickled and giggling quietly. We waited maybe ten minutes before we were called back into an exam room, and less than five minutes before our doctor came in.

As had been suggested in the reviews I had read, the doctor was pretty short with us at first. He wouldn’t really look at us, and he asked what brought us there but didn’t seem to care about the answer. Once I had said my piece about how long this had been going on for and Rowan’s general history within the last year, he spoke up and said “You keep saying ‘he,” because…” I finished his sentence with “because he’s a boy, haha! He just has exceptionally long hair.” And he kind of cracked a smile and told me that the referral stated that he was a boy but that his receptionist had changed his gender to “female” when she had checked us in. I laughed and said that was fine, and that happened a lot. He brightened a little and reminisced about a photo he has of his son with very long hair, and how its probably the best picture they have of him 🙂 The whole situation seemed to be the ice breaker that we needed, and I am SO thankful for it!

He went on to check Rowan’s ears. He started on the left side and said it was clear. Then to the right. Same story. I was completely floored! I obviously didn’t hide it, because he said he would double check. I told him I believed him, but was just completely surprised. He said the right ear was completely clear, no issue whatsoever, and that he could see the left did have fluid in it at one point but that it wasn’t plugged anymore. I really couldn’t believe it and I apologized for wasting his time, but he reassured me that this happens quite often, and said that we could come back in if we ever had another suspicion, no referral needed. On his way out of the room, he said I should ask the receptionist to change his gender back to male, and chuckled to himself as he left.

What. A. Relief.

I got Rowan’s coat back on and took him back out to the front. I stopped at the front desk and the receptionist addressed us without looking up. “Do you guys need to book another appointment?” There were lots of other staff around and I didn’t want to embarrass her so I said quietly, “Actually, the doctor mentioned that Rowan’s gender was marked incorrectly on his chart.” Again, without looking at me, “Yes, I know, I changed it, its fine now.” I pushed a little and said “Yes, he mentioned you changed it to female, but he is actually male. He just has super long hair.”

That got her attention and she looked at me wide-eyed. “I’m SO sorry!!!” she sputtered. I laughed and reassured her that it happens all the time, and that I wasn’t offended at all. I mentioned that his hair is almost down to his waist these days, and its my fault for not cutting it, but I just love it too much. She was back-pedalling all over the place, trying to make friends with Rowan, apologizing, etc. I just had to laugh because, seriously, we are NOT offended when this happens! We know its because of his long hair! But I even asked him this morning if he wants a haircut yet, and he insists that he likes it the way it is! I’m definitely not going to force him to cut his hair, because I’m probably its biggest fan! But still, I felt bad that she felt so bad. But not too too bad 😉

So, long story long, Rowan’s ears are in the clear for the moment!! I’ve noticed in the recent past leading up to this appointment that he seems bit more clear. He’s less confused and isn’t as upset by loud noises like he was before. His speech has also been improving, and he’s starting to drop his lisp in some cases! Whether its his ears improving, or just development that comes with age, I’ll take it! I’m SO pleased with the answer that we got today, and the option to follow up without needing a referral in the future.

Going into today, I wanted the doctor to say one of two things. 1. His ears are completely clear! and 2. His ears are horrendous, and he needs tubes as soon as possible. I didn’t want any of the in between “Let’s give it another couple of months” garbage. I wanted an answer. And we got the best one! I’m SO relieved!! And I’m sure Rowan is, too. Though, let’s honest. He felt pretty important in those appointments 😉 I think he might miss them a little.

What a great way to close off his year of being two! This dude turns three tomorrow!!!

The last couple of days have felt SO celebratory! While no one has to give us anything, we have been showered with love and surprises recently.

A couple of days ago, a friend invited me over and let me sift through all of her maternity clothing, and take all I wanted. It was such an immense gift, and I am now bursting with maternity clothes! I have never had the variety before that I have now, and I’m SO excited about it! It was such a generous gift on her part, and I now feel super well set up! Thank you for blessing me in this pregnancy this way! I am so overwhelmed by it all.

Then, yesterday, I had two different people come to my house in the evening with gifts for baby Bambina. And I was just floored. I feel SO honoured that people are excited about our little baby, and are making a significant effort to reach out and celebrate her with us! I admit, sometimes our world feels pretty small, but other times I am amazed at how many people are anticipating our next child and loving on our family so well. Thank you both so much for your love and generosity for us, and for our baby girl! Once again, I am totally overwhelmed in the best way.

These days have been so exciting! And I want to clarify, they haven’t just been great because presents are fun. They have made my baby’s birth feel like it may actually happen at the right time, and that she may actually come home, and live here, and wear clothes, and need things, and need us! It feels more real, and possible. I can’t wait to throw a party when she comes home, and for all of you to finally meet her! What a day that will be!

Who’s gonna be there?? 🙋‍♀️

This may be a bit scattered but for some reason, I really want to write about it! Bear with me.

In the last little while, I’ve developed an affinity for graphic tees. Not all of them, but I find them a lot cuter than I used to. I own a couple, but not many. I occasionally duck onto the Zulily website and search “maternity graphic” just to daydream, lol! I love the “mama bear” shirts, or the one that says “We’re pregnant! Don’t worry, its on purpose.” It answers one of the most asked questions 😉 I like the “Here we grow again” one, or the “whats one more” one, too. I think a lot of my liking for these is that they put it right out there that I am THRILLED to have the little crew I have, and that I am grateful. I LOVE this particular sweater linked here, but sadly can’t justify the price 🙁 Its easily my favourite one, and I like to think that small things like these could make us women approachable and encouraging. What you put forward and put out there is so important, and while I am a chatty person (obviously) I can’t possibly reach out to everyone! I would love wear the message “You got this, Mama” on my chest, in hopes of boosting the spirits of women around me who happened to see it.

Last night, I had an annoying hour or so of wakefulness, and I finally gave up and pulled out my phone to waste some time. Since I’ve obviously been eyeing up graphic tees, Pinterest had a lot to show me, and I came across one that rubbed me SO wrong! Yikes! It was a diaper shirt for a little baby, and it said “Don’t check out my daddy. Mommy is psycho.” To each their own, of course, but I hated that!!! Its possible my sense of humour doesn’t line up well with the joke. I tend to be less on the side of humour thats making fun of people and more gentle, safe jokes. But I can’t imagine EVER buying that for a child of mine, and I would be so insulted if someone bought it for our family. It sends a crappy, offensive message and it really really bugged me. *shivers*

I guess it was just a reminder to me to be careful, and make sure I’m sending the message I want to send, regardless of how its done. There are some lovely shirts I’ve seen recently that say “Be beautiful. Be pregnant.” And while I agree that pregnancy is a beautiful thing, I am positive that those ones sting the women who would love to be pregnant but, for one reason or another, can’t be. Or I’m sure people who don’t want children could take offence, because pregnancy isn’t the only way to be beautiful! Its SO easy to offend everyone, and clearly, I’m also easily offended, because that little baby onesie really pissed me off! Its really hard to please everyone.

I’m not entirely sure what I’m trying to say, or how to wrap it up in a way that is concise or makes any sense, but it feels important to say. Pay attention to what you put forward. We can’t please everyone or be perfect, but we can put thought into what we do before we do it. Right?

Right.

How did we get here??? Twenty weeks feels like a HUGE milestone. I only realized, in the last few days, that I was officially entering the second half of my pregnancy! Last night, the apps we are following talked about how those first 20 weeks must’ve zoomed by. Lies. I feel like I’ve been pregnant for a year. And now another 20 weeks feels a bit daunting. But hey, we’ve made it this far. Here’s hoping we can make it the rest of the way! 🤞

Size Comparison: My app says the baby is the size of an endive this week. I don’t know about you, but I’m unfamiliar with endives. 🤷 I asked google, and it was suggested that the baby is about the length of a large banana. They predict the baby to be around 10″ long, which is HUGE! The measuring system has changed from measuring head to bum, and is measuring head to foot instead. Hence the sizeable jump in size. Its also ballparked that baby weighs roughly 10 oz. I can’t speak for that, as my next scan won’t be for another 1.5 weeks ish. 

Appointments: As I’ve mentioned, my appointments will be spaced further apart from now on. I’m SO thankful to have had the appointments and care I’ve had up to this point. Just think about it. On average, I’d have had maybe four appointments and one ultrasound so far. I’m not sure I could’ve handled that. I’m still not sure how well I’ll handle the monthly appointments, to be honest. I spoke to my doctor and student doctor about it, and they both reassured me that there would be no “cold turkey” anything, and Dr. Guselle confirmed that we would likely have another couple of ultrasounds along the way. I am SO appreciative of my care, and that my doctor has made my new student aware of my situation so I don’t have to hash anything too sorrowful out with him, or try to convince him of anything. She is on my side, and because of that, he sure seems to be, too. This all being said, I will be booking an ultrasound for mid to end of next week to get a closer look at the distal spine, as it wasn’t completely visible last time. 

How am I feeling emotionally: Well I WAS feeling pretty good, and pretty strong, and pretty hopeful. But a few nights ago, I had a very vivid dream reliving the whole experience of losing Jamin, from the doctors appointment where we couldn’t find the heartbeat, to the ultrasound confirming, back to the doctor, and then to the hospital. Through the night, and into the next morning, through delivery and all that came with that. Through those horrid uterine massages. Through giving my baby away. It was awful, and devastating, and stirred up all kinds of fears I thought were calmed for the moment. They’re baaaack! So its not been my smoothest week, but I’m trying to keep my head up.

How am I feeling physically: If you remember from last week, I was having some small relief from my pelvic pain, which was SO amazing! However, probably five days or so ago, out of nowhere, my pubic bone separated and left me with radiating pain down both legs and in my pelvic, obviously. Since that happened, I’ve not been able to fully “reset,” and thats been pretty frustrating. Seems like its time to get back in for another treatment, whether chiro or physio. I’m pretty discouraged, to be honest :/ These appointments add up quickly, and I really can’t function without them. Time is also a factor. I know, first world problems, right? I can’t perfectly easily use the resources that are available to be. *rolls eyes* I’ll stop complaining. Besides that whole thing, I have lots of braxton hicks contractions, which is to be expected, I suppose. It makes me feel old, haha! I get them when I walk up the stairs, or pick something up, or exert myself at all. Folks, this body remembers!! Lol!

Wish Lish/Purchases: Sigh. I bought a romper at Walmart. Its SO hard not to! But thats it! I’ve been good otherwise! I did start putting together a real wish list with regards to my pregnancy and Bambina, but sadly, most of it is suuuper unrealistic, haha! Long story short, out entire view on family has shifted in the last year, and we have some new plans and ideas, and with that, there are certain things that would just simply help streamline our life a little. But none of them are necessary, so they can (and will) wait. But its fun to dream! Maybe I’ll actually be a go-getter and try to get to that big SPOTTO sale in Saskatoon this year and get a few of the items second hand and hopefully cheap! Because NONE of them are things I could ask for as gifts, or things we can afford to just buy outright. I do, however, have my eye on a special book I’d like to buy her, and a few little baby items that I think I can justify. I hear a “rock n play” is the cats pyjamas, and would likely keep her from getting trampled once she comes home. I’ve heard from LOTS of parents with babies who have reflux that they are at juuust the right angle to help with that, so considering that most of our children have had reflux, it would be a smart purchase!

Pictures: I figured I should take a belly picture for you this morning. I’m sorry, and you’re welcome.

But mostly I’m sorry. I bought this tank top from Thyme Maternity probably a year or two ago, because in reality, I wear maternity clothes more than “normal” clothes. But this tank top definitely didn’t quite fit right without a belly. It has never had the pleasure of enrobing a belly before today, and I’m SO happy with how well it fits now! Some things just need a belly. I get it.

How are the kids feeling: As per usual, Bambina is heavily on the kids minds, especially Dekker and Laela. This week, it seems the two oldest kids have been thinking about it in different ways. Dekker has officially asked how we get babies. I thought we dodged this question the other day when he asked how they come out, but wasn’t concerned about how they got there in the first place. The conversation went something like this: 

Dekker: How do we get babies?
*Silence*
Dekker: (louder) How do we get babies??
Brady and I: Uuuuhhh… Haha!
Dekker: Whats funny?
Me: Its just a big question, thats all! Its great! A baby is made when Jesus takes a piece of mommy and a piece of daddy and puts them together, and it grows into a baby! Isn’t that great?
Dekker: Oh… I don’t understand. A piece of daddy?
Me: Yup! A piece of daddy goes into me, and it grows a baby.
Dekker: A piece of dadd? Then why is daddy still all full of skin?
Brady: Its a piece of me that you can’t see. Its from…inside.
Brady and I: (die laughing)

I feel like we’ve officially been broken in as parents. Finally.

Laela’s mind is whirring also, but in a different way. These days, I feel like she and I are more at odds than ever, but we have these occasional little soft moments where she tells me she loves me and wants to keep me forever and all kinds of little lovely squishy things like that. Yesterday, we were walking through an aisle of Superstore together and she said she wanted to keep me forever, and she grabbed my leg and said she hopes I don’t die. I got down to her level right away and tried to reassure her. She said she didn’t want to die either, or Bambina. I think my little girl is thinking a lot about the little babies who passed away. I think she’s scared. I’m glad she let me in on that 💜 I’m going to do what I can to help her on that one.

Getting to know the baby: My apps have been telling me recently that Bambina can hear sound and sense changes in light now. And I could be wrong about this, but I think its legit! When we’re laying in bed, she’ll start kicking a little, but if I open the blankets and expose my belly to the light, she stops. I’m not entirely sure why that would cause her to stop, but I’ve played with it and its pretty consistent! So if I try to let Brady feel for her, I have to leave the blankets the way they were when she started moving, otherwise she quits.

The BEST part of being pregnant: The coolest thing from this week was being able to see her move!!! Its still SO small, and pretty rare to see, but I’ve been able to see her poke at my belly a few times, and Brady’s even seen it a couple of times! On one hand, I picture this little girly who is kicking with all her might, through that placenta, so her parents can see her. She must be SO strong! And then on another hand, she produces these teeny little kicks, how big can she possibly be?? SO little!! Its kind of the “you’re so grown up but still so little” effect. You get it. 

Favourite thing: Don’t judge me. My favourite thing this week is pizza pops! Convenience food at its finest. They remind me SO MUCH of high school, when I worked at the concession and reaped the benefits of cheap, bad-for-you lunch. Yes, I am aware of the fact that they’re not healthy. They’re definitely a guilty pleasure item, and I recently found them on sale and justified buying a whole big box of them! I’m SO glad I did! Yum!

Well after wolfing two pizza pops down for lunch, I’ve been invited to run over to a friends house to shop through her maternity clothes! Win! Feels like a good way to celebrate 20 weeks! I still can’t believe we’re here…

This morning was not a glamorous start to the day. My body was pretty angry by the end of yesterday, and for whatever reason, it didn’t reset overnight. So not only did I wake up from vivid dreams of bad things happening to loved ones, and dreams reminiscing the ultrasound where we found out we lost Jamin, but from body pain and things popping out of the places where they belong. It was a rough start.

We had plans to hole up for the day. Maybe watch a movie. Brady talked about taking the kids to play outside. Cabin fever is very real over here. Unfortunately, the day started rough for the kids, too, and it was clear we needed a change of scenery. As it happens, we’ve been doing a lot of shopping at Costco recently but have been very much neglecting what needs buying at Superstore and Walmart. So, I slapped on my pelvic support belt and made it work!

Thank goodness for these parking spots! I already feel like I’m not far from asking for a handicapped parking pass, so when these spots are free, we jump at them!

Walmart was first, and as you can see, we have a new method of cart pushing, lol! At Walmart, the carts only have a seat for one rider, so unlike his usual, Rowan ends up walking. This way, Brady pulls the cart, but the three kids “push” it, therefore all holding on, and “helping.” Its a pretty cute sight, in my opinion.

We had a very quick lunch and everyone was energized enough to make it through Superstore without too much struggle. Solly is a bit of a loose cannon, and is very screamy some days, especially when he’s tired, and we got to Superstore riiiiight at nap time. But he made it! They all did 🙂 Crisis-free grocery shop!

They’re so cute!

Half the group napped on the way home, and one continued to sleep in his room once we got there. I made my way across the street and helped our forever-generous neighbours with their fresh cinnamon bun overload problem. We are SO helpful 😉 And also SO thankful!

We are now all home, one kid is sleeping, the other three are having some quiet time watching Netflix, Brady put away all the groceries, and I am blogging (obviously) and giving my body and break from the crazy belt. I’m so thankful for it, and it saves me from all kinds of pelvic pain, but its ineffective unless its ridiculously tight, and that on its own gets irritating and sore after a while. Must. Rest. Body.

I anticipate a quiet, slow moving evening! Maybe we’ll have cinnamon buns for breakfast. Thats ok, right? Yum.

I’m not sure how much I’ve talked about it on here, but Brady’s had a pretty interesting slump in work for the last several months. While, in a lot of ways, it was timed out perfectly, and he’s been home when I’ve REALLY needed him, the reality is that income was getting pretty iffy. Its been hard to have him back at work recently, but we are both THRILLED and RELIEVED that his schedule is full to bursting, and work is heavily upon him! Its truly amazing that we aren’t further behind than we are!

However, we are now in a position where we can’t really turn much (if any) away. We need it ALL. And that means Brady is working Saturdays :/ Not necessarily every Saturday for the foreseeable future, but he’s working the next few. I miss him. We all do. Saturday feels strange without him. But today, I’m putting in a stronger effort to make the best of the day! And things are getting done!

With my pelvic pain, my mobility is pretty limited, but save for a few situations that have left me breathless and folded over in pain, the last week or two has been pretty seamless! So today, I challenged myself to get a few things done, and its feeling really good!!

I caught up on dishes, as in the hand washing stuff, too! Usually the stuff that can’t go through the dishwasher sits on the counter for a looong time, but I took care of it today. Counters are as clear as possible. Even the majority of the island is cleaned off! My planner and water bottle live on the island, but I’m not sure what to do with Dekker and Laela’s bags of valentines and treats yet. So they also live on the island.

I did a quick wipe down of the bathroom because it smelled SO BAD! How do they dooo that?!

I threw absolutely everything into the laundry and sorted it out. I’m on the third load, currently. By “everything,” I mean the things that are usually worn more than once, and are folded up and put back for another day. Its hard to keep track of how often those things actually get washed, unless they come home stained or covered in something. So, ALL jeans and hoodies went into the laundry! We’ll see how far I get into laundry today, but I washed the small load of delicates that tends to get left about as long as the hand-washed dishes. I may not get all the way through it, as I have two big hampers full of bedding that I’d love to pretend I don’t see, but it’ll depend on how fast time goes and when Brady gets home.

I thought about baking, but lost that gumption when the kids made themselves very comfortable (wait for it) making cards for each other at the island. My gosh, they’re sweet! So I wasn’t about to kick them all off of the island so I could bake, and I didn’t want to mess up their cards, and I REALLY didn’t want both messes mixed together and then the cards abandoned and the struggle of clean up and all those good things. So, baking can wait for another day.

I made yummy real iced tea! I so rarely do that, but I am just desperate for a pick me up these days, and my tummy doesn’t necessarily love coffee these days :/ So I tried my hand at iced tea. As long as I don’t set foot outside and freeze my bones, an iced drink should do the trick!

I made a few small lists of what else could be done, but nothing too scary or ominous. I love lists, but I hate how often they just sit and grow and never ever get completed.

Another load of laundry should be ready for folding any minute now, and I have an en suite that is crying to be tidied, so I’ll probably head upstairs and get a few things done soon here. Dekker is happily playing Lego, and the other three are quiet in their rooms, either sleeping or believably faking sleep. I’m good either way. Putting them down was so peaceful today, with lots of snuggles and jokes. This is NOT always the case, and its so refreshing when it works out!

I’m truly enjoying how today is playing out. Hopefully my body agrees and doesn’t scream at me later!

Thank you, all, for reaching out to me in your different ways to encourage me about today’s appointment with my new student doctor. The appointment probably couldn’t have gone smoother! Praise the Lord!

A few things went really really well in my favour!

Thing number one: Dr. Guselle tag teamed with my new doctor, just this first time, to make sure I was comfortable and that he knew all the appropriate history. They had clearly discussed my “case” beforehand so nothing was too shocking. He knew of my losses and I didn’t have to rehash them. He had just a few standard questions, and he and Dr. Guselle together answered my questions.

Thing number two: My ultrasound had gone smoothly for the most part, but there was a small section of the spine that wasn’t completely visible, and it was recommended I have another scan in 2-3 weeks. I confessed my nerves about going from weekly appointments to monthly, and Dr. Guselle spoke up right away and said she wouldn’t put me in that position, and encouraged me to book that scan, and to just speak up along the way for what I need. I’m SO relieved that she said these things around my new doctor, just so he knows where we stand and what kind of leeway I’ve been graciously given. YAY for that!

Thing number three: There was just so much laughing through our appointment today, which left me feeling completely at ease. Dr. Guselle laughed so hard at once point, she ran out of air and came up gasping. It was SO funny, and SO comfortable! The two of them would try to locate some information but he didn’t quite know how the system worked, and she did, but it was too small for her to see! They were a super funny pair 🙂 I liked it a lot.

Thing number four: Both doctors measured my uterus and came out with the same numbers, which feels like a good sign. When the time came to listen for Bambina’s heartbeat, he seemed a little tentative, as one would expect with him being a first year. I pointed to the spot where she usually hangs out, and sure enough, she was RIGHT where he placed the doppler! Heart rate was at 156 bpm, nice and quick. Dr. Guselle scoffed at how hard she’s had to hunt of the baby in the past, and how uncooperative she often is, lol! I guess she’s just being generous to the new guy.

Thing number five: As a group of three, we discussed labour and delivery! Just the readers digest version, but just the fact that I am induced a week early, why that is, and he literally said “I’ll just come early and bring a book. I’ll be there!” I LOVE that!!! He is on board, and seems happy to be part of my care. Last time around, while I really loved our student doctor, I remember asking her if we could finally discuss some labour and delivery details at 36 weeks, and she gave me the speech about “usually we let women go 7-10 days over…” and I remember feeling so discouraged that we were this far in and she didn’t know my history and why we do it like we do. I already feel more comfortable.

I say again, praise the Lord!

Dr. Guselle was so happy to hear that I’ve been feeling movement, and that we can all breathe a little easier. I feel comfortable with our plan to see each other in a month or so, with one scan in the middle. Its a good plan, and its only going to get a bit easier as time moves on, baby’s kicks get bigger, and we get further along, closer to the point where even premature delivery feels safe-ish.

It was a good appointment 🙂 I’m content, and relieved. Thank you for praying, those who did. I’m positive I wouldn’t even be standing if not for the amazing amount of prayers and support I’ve been on the receiving end of! I am so fortunate, and so grateful. Its almost unbelievable just how loved this little girl already is!!

Tomorrow is my first appointment with the student doctor who will be following me through the rest of my pregnancy. Dr. Guselle set it up for me to be with a first year resident, so she is required to be part of the appointment, so no matter what, I will see her every time. I’d far rather this than to be put with someone who is more experienced, because I’d never see my doctor again! I agreed to this program, and I’m fine with it as long as I am still in contact with my doctor. But up to this point, I’ve JUST seen Dr. Guselle, which has been really nice. Tomorrow it all starts new.

I admit, I’m a bit nervous about it all. I want to say that I DO understand that people need to learn, and I’m ok with being part of the process! Full support from me! But I’m a bit hung up on certain aspects of it. I saw a student doctor through my pregnancy with Solly and while she was very sweet and was a good listener, I felt a bit left to my own devices. I felt very un-doctored, and the majority of concerns that I expressed were met with “Well, this is your fourth baby…” So, with that in mind, I’m nervous for a few things.

I’m already nervous for my appointments to drop off so quickly. I have tomorrows appointment, and thats supposed to be it for a month. This is normal for a lot of people, but will be a HUGE shift for me, and I’m not sure I’m ready for it. But, so far everything looks good, so I know I’ll be reassured that I have nothing to worry about :/

I’m nervous I will be given the statistics again on how likely it is that I won’t miscarry this pregnancy, because I already lost two in a row.

I’m nervous they’ll tell me the second trimester is the safe zone. Its not.

I’m nervous I’ll be brushed off because I have a laundry list of things that scare me. I’m nervous that my history won’t count for much, because in my experience, anything outside “the book” isn’t really relevant when people are learning. I need my history to be considered.

I’m just nervous it won’t be a good fit. I don’t want to be a pessimist, but I’m scared that my student doctor will be kind, and caring, and do all the right things, but that I won’t feel taken care of because I don’t fit the mold. It doesn’t make sense for a woman who has been pregnant seven times to need so much hand holding and reassurance. I get that. But I also NEED that hand holding.

I guess we’ll know more tomorrow. I’ll fill you in.