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A at One Month

Stats:
A is 9 lbs 5 oz as of his appointment today, so up over a pound from his birth weight and even more from his lowest weight. He’s right around the 50th percentile for weight and height and is growing on track.

Nicknames:
The usual baby things – buddy, little guy — but my favourites are what M comes up with, including Little Pooper Guy.

Temperament:
We’re fairly certain this guy has had a cold his entire life, so he’s a bit grumpy. Once he woke up in his second week he just wants to be held and nurse,

Baby A’s Birth Story

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Baby A was born November 30 at 9:06 a.m., weighing 8 lbs 3 oz and measuring about 20 inches long. He had an Apgar score of 9 at one minute and five minutes, and came into this world enveloped in love, excitement, and peace.

THE DAYS BEFORE

We woke up early on Sunday to take care of the last remaining household tasks we could get at – cleaning up the kitchen, making sure beds had fresh linens, and some basic sanitizing and scrubbing. We also had to pack for everyone because we had been up doing laundry until the night before,

The Birth We’ll Have (Not Necessarily The Birth We Want)

Greetings from snowy Winnipeg!

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To make a long, convoluted story a little bit shorter…

I went into pregnancy as a fairly normal, low-risk case. Shortly after I switched into the care of the doctor who was originally going to deliver the baby (because prior to that I was seeing a family doctor who does not deliver babies), we talked about a vaginal birth after cesarean (VBAC) versus a repeat C-section. I was nervous about a VBAC but wanted to try, and after ticking all the right checkboxes — not planning to have sixteen kids,

M is Three

My little big girl,

I’m not allowed to call you my baby anymore, according to you. “I’m a BIG GIRL, Mama” is the response, and when I try to explain that you’re still my baby you firmly disagree, aided by the fact that there is an actual baby waiting in my belly. Maybe a month ago you came and laid down beside me after your bath and I marvelled at just how physically big you actually are, all legs stretching out and a body that never stills itself until you are completely locked into sleep. That’s the only time that you still look like my baby,

Threenagers and Big Girls

I first heard the “threenager” term when M was about two years old, from an acquaintance we ran into while shopping. We were talking about the challenges of parenting older kids — when I mentioned M was starting to have some fairly staunchly-held opinions, she told me all about threenagers. I still didn’t really know what we were in for, but now that M is rounding the corner on age three, I get it.

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Case in point, a conversation we had last week, verbatim:

Me: It makes me sad when M doesn’t listen.

Capture Your Grief

October is Pregnancy, Infant and Child Loss Awareness Month, and this year I’ve decided to follow along with the Capture Your Grief project as best I can. This season feels a bit heavy to me — last year it was our entry into several heartbreaking months, and this year it’s marking another transition, into the last stretch of time before we welcome this rainbow baby home.

Storytelling and sharing has been part of my own healing since the start, so I like the format of this project, although as always, this kind of thing does leave me feeling a bit vulnerable.