ninth anniversary

My darling husband. Nine years ago (on one warm morning) we eloped. It feels like a lifetime ago. So much has happened since then.

Nine years. Eight jobs. Seven moves. Six pets. Five properties. Four vehicles. Three pregnancies. Two children. One adventure.

Onwards and upwards, my love. Next year is a big one.

xoxo

Emmy

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remy is three

You guys. Remy turns three years old today. Three!!

I feel like this past year went the quickest of all since she was born. Geoff was still living in a different city at the beginning of last year. Then in February, she turned two, and little did I know that I was already two weeks pregnant. Shortly thereafter we found out, and so we filled the year with finalizing renovations on our home, cherishing the pregnancy, and relishing in our last year of having her as an only child.

Over this last year, Remy has gone from barely talking to barely staying quiet. She is now potty trained, can count to fifty (forwards and backwards), knows how to spell her name, can draw faces and recognizable shapes, gets dressed by herself, and helps out with everything related to Wilder. She is still fiercely shy around adults that she does not know, but loves all children of all ages. I would say that this was the year that she grew up.

We love our little goose more than anything. She is certainly not perfect, but she is a sweet, kind, and stubborn little girl who is turning into a beautiful soul. I am sad to let go of two, but am excited for her to turn three and all that it will bring.

Keep growing, my darling. Happy birthday. I love you!

Mama

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wilder’s birth story

Beautiful friends and family. Our newest addition, Wilder, is two months old today! To celebrate this little milestone, I am planning on sharing his birth story, as well as the first close-up photos of him on my blog. Please read at your own discretion!

To recap:

My original due date was November 22, but after having my first ultrasound appointment, it was bumped up to November 16. If you followed my pregnancy journey, you will remember that it was filled with mostly ups and a few downs. As annoying (and sometimes worrisome) as it was having Braxton Hicks contractions all day long for months on end, we counted our blessings at the end of each day that I remained pregnant. This was our rainbow baby and I was going to fight my hardest to bring him/her safely into this world.

Nov. 9

My husband began his paternity leave nearing the end of my third trimester. His job takes him out of town and so we wanted him to start his leave early in the event that I should go into labour early. As the first week went by and my due date was coming closer, we wondered when baby would join us. Then during the long weekend of November, my dad and his girlfriend came to stay with us for 4 nights. My doctor was also on call that weekend, and was planning on being out of town from November 16-26. After speaking with him, we decided that it was a good time to strip my membranes in hopes that I would go into labour that weekend. So he did. At that time, I was 3 cm dilated.

Nov. 10-13

Over the next few days, everyone was on edge waiting for me to go into labour. Including myself. I was having intense contractions during that time, only to have them disappear after having a nap or waking up the following morning. I kept busy, ate pineapples and dates, consumed red raspberry leaf tea, and more. Nothing seemed to be working. My dad ended up leaving on the 13th, which only made me sad that he wouldn’t be able to see our child, nor would we have help if we needed him to watch Remy. My doctor was also leaving town in a few days, and so I was getting stressed out that he would not deliver our baby. (I was lucky enough to have him deliver Remy.)

Nov. 14

I made up my mind on the 14th to drink castor oil. I had been reading about its pros and cons for weeks up until that point, and had initially decided against it. However, after talking to my sister (who also safely drinks it to induce labour), I decided to take two very small doses. If it did something, great. If not, I would just let baby come on his/her own time. They recommend taking 1-2 tbsp first thing in the morning, and again in the afternoon if labour does not start. That morning I tried taking 1 tsp but ended up throwing most of it up. Frustrated, I took 1.5 tsp that afternoon. I waited and waited. Nothing. So I went to bed that night with a very sore back, and mentally preparing to be overdue and without a family doctor.

Nov. 15 2:30 am

A few hours after falling asleep, I woke up thinking that I had wet the bed. I rushed to the bathroom and immediately saw a bloody show. I thought, “oh no.” Knowing that my sister’s husband had gone to work that night, and she was alone and lives out of town with her 6 children, I texted her and let her know that I was probably going into labour soon. She responded that she would keep her phone on in case we needed to come and drop off Remy. I waited for 15 minutes until my first contraction appeared in my back. I knew that I was in labour. I went back into our bedroom and told Geoff what was happening. He wanted to get going, but I said to wait a few more minutes just to be sure. My next contraction came 5 minutes after that, and then 2 minutes later. “Ok, I think we should go,” I told him. I put on my pajamas and went downstairs while he woke up Remy and brought her down as well. We loaded everything up in the vehicle. By then my contractions were 1.5 minutes apart, and I was starting to get nervous. Geoff said that he would drop me off at the hospital, quickly drive out of town to take Remy to her aunt’s house, and then come back to the hospital to help me through labour. We assumed that it would take hours, but we were wrong.

3:25 am

I arrived at the hospital and made my way up to the 4th floor. By then, my contractions were 1 minute apart. I was asked why I was there and I said, “I think I’m in labour.” I handed the nurses my documents, but said that I couldn’t fill anything out at that point. They said that they would examine me to see if I was going to be admitted or not. By the time that I had walked into the room, I felt the baby coming so I sat down in a chair. The nurse looked worried and asked me if it felt like I needed to poop. I responded that I did, and she left the room. Confused and in pain, I breathed through a few more contractions until she returned. When she did, she told me to get on the bed. I said that I couldn’t because it felt like the baby was going to fall out. She told me to get on it immediately, and so I did. Then she checked me and said that I was fully dilated and we had to go now! A team of nurses rushed in just then and began pushing my bed into the delivery room. They were telling me over and over again not to push yet. One of the nurses called Geoff from her cellphone and told him to hurry. At that point, he hadn’t even dropped Remy off.

3:25-3:55 am

I was still wearing my pjs and boots by the time I arrived in the delivery room. I shuffled onto the next bed and the doctor told me to start pushing. My doctor was apparently on his way. I gave a few pushes and suddenly I couldn’t hear the baby’s heartbeat. I asked if he/she was OK, and they responded that the heart rate was dropping and to get the baby out now. So I pushed as hard as I could, and I think that is when the head came out. Just then my doctor came into the delivery room (though I wasn’t aware of it at the time). He apparently took over and grabbed the head, just as baby’s shoulders got stuck. I felt extreme pressure but wasn’t being told what to do, so I kept pushing and pushing until suddenly, our baby was born! That was at 3:55 am, 1 hour and 10 minutes after my first contraction.

3:55 am

They placed our beautiful child on my chest and began to scrub it down. Someone asked if I wanted to know the sex and I said that I did. They looked and told me that it was a boy. A boy!! I was so happy and in so much shock that I just began to cry. I couldn’t believe that I had a son, that my labour had happened so quickly, and that my husband had missed it all.

4:10 am

They let me cut the umbilical cord, and I delivered the placenta in one push. My husband ended up arriving about 15 minutes after the birth. I saw his shoes under the curtain and told him that I had had the baby, and that I was sorry that I couldn’t wait any longer. He was shocked. Then I said that it was a boy, and he came over and gave me a kiss.

Wilder Joseph was born at 3:55 am on November 15, 2018. He weighed 7 lb 15 oz and was 20″ long. All of the nurses said that he already was living up to his name with his birth alone.

We were both upset at first that Geoffrey wasn’t there for my labour. But in the end, I delivered a healthy baby and Remy was taken care of, so we couldn’t have asked for anything more. Wilder has brought so much joy into our lives and family. He truly is a rainbow after such stormy weather.

To read Remy’s birth story, click here.

Emory

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book review: the day that a ran away

“The Day That A Ran Away” is the second book that I will be reviewing by author B.C.R. Fegan. 

The description of the book reads:

“Master Jet has forgotten to complete his homework … or has he? Jet’s teacher is surprised to find that instead of the alphabet, his page is completely blank. Jet tries to explain that it really isn’t his fault. After all, how can he help it, if none of his letters want to stay on the page!”

An adventure-themed plot makes this picture book unlike your typical alphabet story. I would almost argue that this is intended for school-age kids. While each page is dedicated to its own letter, the writing is on the smaller side than what is found in a board book intended for younger children. Every letter of the alphabet is uniquely transformed into an animal or creature often befitting of that page as well, which, at first glance, can make it confusing for small ones.

Each page discretely has a few other items surrounding the anthropomorphic letters. For instance, “K” resembles a king, and also pictured are a kitten and a kite.

During the initial read-through with Remy, I pointed out every item that would start with the letter in question. The correlations were not obvious to her at first. From the second time onward, she pointed out those objects that began with the letter on the page. She absolutely loves the book, and finding these somewhat hidden objects. But I can see why it is most likely intended for older audiences, and not 2-year-olds.

Nevertheless, if your child likes ABC stories, then I recommend this for them. No matter their age. If you are a teacher of a younger grade(s) or a library worker needing an engaging read for story time, I also suggest this book!

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This book was graciously sent to me to review on my blog. All words and opinions are mine.

Emory

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20 weeks

First of all, thank you all so much for all of your kind words on my pregnancy reveal post! You guys are seriously the best. :-))) And now I’m at the mid point of my pregnancy!

So much has happened between weeks 18 and 20. For instance:

baby can now hear our voices
– it has finger and toe prints
– its legs are finally in proportion with its body
– it is covered in vernix
– it can now open its eyes
– I felt its first kicks

This is our babe at my 12 weeks ultrasound appointment. I explained on Instagram that seeing his/her movements and beating heart was just so emotional. With our second baby, I had two ultrasounds. At 6 weeks, it had a slow heartbeat. At 8 weeks, there was none. I specifically waited until I was further along to even book an appointment with this baby, just in case I lost another one. During the appointment, he/she was waving at us on the screen, so I took it as a sign that it was doing fantastic and everything would be OK!

Feel free to revisit my 20 week update with Remy.

Have a lovely weekend, all!

Emory

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  • Welcome, friends! My name is Emory. I am a wife and mother to three (two on earth and one in heaven). This is our life on the Canadian prairies.
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