Something happened 13 days ago.
Other than the fact that I'd just given birth to my beautiful daughter.
It was a moment that defined me.
One that filled me with confidence and gave me a deep connection with my newest girlie.
We were lying in bed, after the birth. She had been fed and cuddled, and was now snuggled down beside me for a good night's sleep (and exactly where she shall sleep for as long as I can get away with it....)
My eyes were drifting shut, as I was basking in the afterglow of such an amazing experience.
Her eyes were closed, and her little rose-bud lips tightly pursed, as she ventured into her first sleep in this big wide world.
When something disturbed her, and she began to wimper. That soft and heart-breaking wimper that would melt the coldest heart.
I was so drowsy, so I just began to speak to her. I didn't pick her up, or even touch her, I just spoke to her. And she stopped crying. She stopped crying and just listened to my voice.
Hearing me soothed her.
She felt alone and scared, until she heard her Mummy's voice.
Then she knew it was ok. She knew I was still there, and would always be there for her.
It struck me what power us Mums have in our children's lives. The power to comfort and soothe away their fears. The power to hug and let them know that everything would be ok.
It amazed me that even newborns have that need. They do recognise their Mother's voices, and obviously have that need to hear them and know that all will be safe.
Call me crazy, but this was a defining moment for me. One that taught me the importance of being there for my children, no matter what age they are or how insignificant it may seem at the time. As it is from us that they will gain their knowledge of God. How we treat them will mean so much to how they can relate to the Lord.
Oh Lord, teach me Thy ways so that I can teach them to my children! And may I always be able to be here for them, so that it will be second nature to them to know that their Heavenly Father will always be here for them too.
My Munchkins
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Christian. Our "Roary the Red Racing Car" fanatic.
It may look like she's crying, or even giving a bit of a scream... but no. This is my delightfully over-expressive child "smiling" for the camera. Hehe, she makes me laugh. :-)
The big cake decorating time.
Pretty sure more ended up in the mouth than on the actual cake...
...because that's what parties are all about, right?!
The end result! My children decorate like I do... slap, dash, and very very messy.
And of course, what's a birthday without some fireworks on the cake eh. :-) Check out Livvy's face... she's not too sure of Daddy's marvellous contribution to the festivities!! :-P
Twas a great day indeed. :-)
How can he be three already?! The years have gone by so fast. We celebrated his birthday on Sunday, and had a lovely day together. Rather than do big parties for the kiddies on their birthdays, we like to give them an "experience". A memory. A time doing something different, filled with laughter, rather than a party that always ends in tears anyway. Christian chose this year to go to Crazy Joker (like Lollipops - the big indoor playground), and since I'm still recovering from my extremely hard week last week, Daddy took the three older ones by himself, while I stayed home with the baby girls.
They had a blast! They were so exhausted when they got home that they slung their tired bodies out on the couch and either fell asleep, or watched a kiddie movie with glassy eyes and slack mouths. Pretty much asleep with their eyes open. We then made the birthday cake (another tradition in our house. They decorate their own cake, with all the lollies in the world. I do believe this is their favourite bit! haha) and ate it for dinner, before tucking the tired wee souls into bed nice'n'early.
I have some more pictures, and will pop them on here once I'm on the other computer. At the moment, I'm enjoying some snuggles in bed with the littliest. It's amazing how fast they grow up. I look into little Beth's face and realise that already she has changed so much. I know that a mere blink of the eyes and I'll be posting pictures of her first birthday. Amazing. And sad. Oh how I wish I could hold onto these newborn days forever. It's hard work, yes, but then there comes that moment when you catch a whiff of that newborn smell, and you hear those little snufflie noises that they make in their sleep, and you realise that...ahhh.... this is a little bit of Heaven on earth.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Christian's birth.
It seems fitting to write this tonight.
I'm sitting here in bed, propped up with pillows and listening to little Bethie snuffling away in her sleep. She's tucked in beside me, blissed out on Mummy's milk, and dreaming about something that makes her twitch every now and then. Sometimes I wonder what babies dream about. Do they remember the birth? Or is it more dreaming about the new sensations and experiences of their short lives? Guess I'll never know. :-)
But this blog post isn't about her. I'm feeling the urge to write down Christian's birth story, so bear with me while I record those precious moments, for the first time.
After Livvy's birth and our rather traumatic experience with the midwives, I was pretty determined never to go to hospital again, barring an emergency. We were still living at the Mount, so I managed to find a midwife who agreed to attend my homebirth. She was so friendly, and we clicked immediately. I remember her saying that she was so excited about a homebirth, as she was getting sick of all the elective c-sections that were happening. I stayed with her as my carer for a few months, until we decided to make a big move and go dairy farming. Talk about a life-style change! We were so excited. :-) So, up we packed the family, and moved about 45 minutes away. My midwife wasn't comfortable with having to travel so far though, so she gave me a few names and contacts for other midwives, and we parted ways. I was gutted. It seemed such a daunting task to again find someone I was comfortable with.
Once we got to the farm, I did some googling and wrote out a list of potential midwives. I rang one of them, but she was full up with clients (gotta be quick around those parts, and I was already ohhhh I think about 12 weeks pregnant). So down the list I went. The next name was C (no, it wasn't C on it's own. That's obviously just the initial! Smartie.). I rang her and my first impression of her was how gentle she sounded. I didn't know that midwives came in the "gentle" group! She agreed to come out for a visit with me, even though she lived an hour away from our farm.
I was so nervous on the day she arrived... but for no good reason, because she is just the loveliest lady around. She sat down at our kitchen table and we chatted for a spell. She kept asking me questions and actually waiting to hear the answer. It was so...unusual, and really forced me to think about what I wanted in this birth.
And so a friendship...a beautiful friendship...was started. She would come out for her visits and always stay at least an hour. We'd laugh, talk, and I'd learn from her bottomless well of wisdom about pregnancy and birth. Most of what I know came from her. She ignited a fire and passion in me, that is still burning bright.
We opted for no ultrasounds in this pregnancy. This was a decision that I absolutely loved and felt completely comfortable with. It was almost magical knowing that I was the only one who'd ever connected with this baby. It felt like we had a secret between us, and really caused me to learn to trust my body and trust in the Lord's protection of the pregnancy.
So 40 weeks pregnant, and I was still huge. This came as a surprise to me, as I'd given birth to Livvy on her due date, and fully expected for this baby to follow suit. Not so. My sister-in-law gave birth on this date instead. (Hi Vix, haha). I'd like to say I was so excited for her and didn't care that I was still pregnant while she got to pop hers out 3 weeks earlier... but I can't. I cried. And cried and cried. C arrived for her midwife visit and found me crying still. It hardly seemed fair! I'm laughing now as I type this, because it seems like such a minor thing... but back then, oh it was hard. So hard. My mum was visiting, and we were literally just waiting for me to give birth. She had to change her flight home not once, not twice, but three times. (I think it was three times. Might have only been twice. Too many, anyway!) We waited and waited and waited.
Finally, after 18 long days, I started to feel some twinges. We were travelling to church on a Wednesday night (45 minutes away) and I was feeling slight niggles. Not much, and to be honest, I didn't think much of them. I'm pretty sure I was convinced my body would never go into labour, and I'd be pregnant forever. ;-) I started to get timeable contractions during the service, but it wasn't until we stood up to pray that I felt them intensify. I remember talking to one of the men and basically hopping from one foot to the other with the intensity of it. Of course, I didn't think to let on that I was in labour! haha! Once we got in the car to come home, I let James know that things were hotting up. We stopped at the Service Station for some ice (remember how I ran the hospital out of ice at Livvy's birth?! lol!) and rang some of our support people to let them know that they might be in for a long night. ;-)
What a fun trip home that was. Once we got there, we found Mum had organised the lounge and set everything up. The fire was blazing cheerfully, and a storm was brewing up outside. Perfect!! My brother arrived not long after with my sister-in-law, her new baby, their two other children, and my sister. Dan wasn't so keen on attending the birth (lol), so he bunked up in the back room with the children. It was such a nice atmosphere and felt so cozy! I love the memory of that night.
I started to squat through my contractions and was handling them really well. Mum and James were on filling up the birthing pool, and (unknown by me at the time...) had to boil big pots of water on the top of our fireplace to try get it warm enough. Guess the water tank wasn't quite enough. Finally, about 11pm I said that I'd like our dear C to start heading this way. The contractions were getting harder, and I felt like I needed her reassurance. She arrived about midnight, and just quietly made herself at home in our lounge. That's what I love about her. She doesn't enter a birthing place with hustle and bustle. She doesn't make any noise, and just quietly sets up her gear and waits. I don't think I even acknowledged her for a while, but when I started to vomit from the intensity, she was there softly speaking just the right words to calm me down. I got into the pool not long after this, and laboured there for a while. The contractions were so much easier to bear in the water, although the intenisty and rawness of them was heightened. My backup midwife was called (they always have two midwives at a birth) and not long after I started the feel the pushing urges. This was a completely new experience for me, as I'd only pushed in a semi-reclined position before. For this birth, I was pushing in a deep squat. It was intense to say the least! The backup midwife was wonderful, and got right in front of me and told me to look in her eyes. Then she breathed with me. In and out and in and out. It helped ground me and helped me cope with the overwhelming sensations of a baby moving through the birth canal.
My waters broke just as I started pushing, and I remember looking up at everyone (the whole group of them were standing around the pool, haha) and asking what they thought the baby was. They were all like "girl!", and I either thought it or said it aloud (not sure which...lol) but I "said" "Nope, it's a boy", and then got to the task of birthing my beautiful little boy.
About ten minutes later, he was born. My sister Kate helped push him through my legs to me, and I was given the gift of lifting my son up from the water and straight into my heart. What joy! What amazement! I did it!!
We celebrated on the couch with him, with glasses of sparkling grape juice and carrot cake. :-P C showed us all the placenta and I got my first chance to see how it works. Amazing!! It was so surreal. I felt fantastic, and once all the checks were done, I was able to have a shower and get tucked into bed right beside my newborn son and husband. He was 8lb 14oz and chubby chubby chubby! I fell instantly in love that day. He is such a delight to our family. He finds humor in everything, and is always amusing us with his antics. Such a clown!
I have no photos of this birth. Nothing. I don't know why, we just never did it. But the memory of it is carved into my heart, and I bring it out often to look and wonder at the joy of our first homebirth. He paved the way for his sisters... such an adventurer!
Happy Birthday for tomorrow my sweet Christian. You are, and forever will be, a real joy and delight to me. No matter where life takes you, we will be behind you 100% as you seek to reach your potential for the Lord.
...man, I love that kid...
(and sorry guys, it wasn't Beth's story. That one is still coming. I just thought it fitting to write this one today, as it happened exactly 3 years ago...)
(and excuse any typos. I'm verrrrry tired, and Bethany is stirring, so spell-checking will have to wait for another day...)
I'm sitting here in bed, propped up with pillows and listening to little Bethie snuffling away in her sleep. She's tucked in beside me, blissed out on Mummy's milk, and dreaming about something that makes her twitch every now and then. Sometimes I wonder what babies dream about. Do they remember the birth? Or is it more dreaming about the new sensations and experiences of their short lives? Guess I'll never know. :-)
But this blog post isn't about her. I'm feeling the urge to write down Christian's birth story, so bear with me while I record those precious moments, for the first time.
After Livvy's birth and our rather traumatic experience with the midwives, I was pretty determined never to go to hospital again, barring an emergency. We were still living at the Mount, so I managed to find a midwife who agreed to attend my homebirth. She was so friendly, and we clicked immediately. I remember her saying that she was so excited about a homebirth, as she was getting sick of all the elective c-sections that were happening. I stayed with her as my carer for a few months, until we decided to make a big move and go dairy farming. Talk about a life-style change! We were so excited. :-) So, up we packed the family, and moved about 45 minutes away. My midwife wasn't comfortable with having to travel so far though, so she gave me a few names and contacts for other midwives, and we parted ways. I was gutted. It seemed such a daunting task to again find someone I was comfortable with.
Once we got to the farm, I did some googling and wrote out a list of potential midwives. I rang one of them, but she was full up with clients (gotta be quick around those parts, and I was already ohhhh I think about 12 weeks pregnant). So down the list I went. The next name was C (no, it wasn't C on it's own. That's obviously just the initial! Smartie.). I rang her and my first impression of her was how gentle she sounded. I didn't know that midwives came in the "gentle" group! She agreed to come out for a visit with me, even though she lived an hour away from our farm.
I was so nervous on the day she arrived... but for no good reason, because she is just the loveliest lady around. She sat down at our kitchen table and we chatted for a spell. She kept asking me questions and actually waiting to hear the answer. It was so...unusual, and really forced me to think about what I wanted in this birth.
And so a friendship...a beautiful friendship...was started. She would come out for her visits and always stay at least an hour. We'd laugh, talk, and I'd learn from her bottomless well of wisdom about pregnancy and birth. Most of what I know came from her. She ignited a fire and passion in me, that is still burning bright.
We opted for no ultrasounds in this pregnancy. This was a decision that I absolutely loved and felt completely comfortable with. It was almost magical knowing that I was the only one who'd ever connected with this baby. It felt like we had a secret between us, and really caused me to learn to trust my body and trust in the Lord's protection of the pregnancy.
So 40 weeks pregnant, and I was still huge. This came as a surprise to me, as I'd given birth to Livvy on her due date, and fully expected for this baby to follow suit. Not so. My sister-in-law gave birth on this date instead. (Hi Vix, haha). I'd like to say I was so excited for her and didn't care that I was still pregnant while she got to pop hers out 3 weeks earlier... but I can't. I cried. And cried and cried. C arrived for her midwife visit and found me crying still. It hardly seemed fair! I'm laughing now as I type this, because it seems like such a minor thing... but back then, oh it was hard. So hard. My mum was visiting, and we were literally just waiting for me to give birth. She had to change her flight home not once, not twice, but three times. (I think it was three times. Might have only been twice. Too many, anyway!) We waited and waited and waited.
Finally, after 18 long days, I started to feel some twinges. We were travelling to church on a Wednesday night (45 minutes away) and I was feeling slight niggles. Not much, and to be honest, I didn't think much of them. I'm pretty sure I was convinced my body would never go into labour, and I'd be pregnant forever. ;-) I started to get timeable contractions during the service, but it wasn't until we stood up to pray that I felt them intensify. I remember talking to one of the men and basically hopping from one foot to the other with the intensity of it. Of course, I didn't think to let on that I was in labour! haha! Once we got in the car to come home, I let James know that things were hotting up. We stopped at the Service Station for some ice (remember how I ran the hospital out of ice at Livvy's birth?! lol!) and rang some of our support people to let them know that they might be in for a long night. ;-)
What a fun trip home that was. Once we got there, we found Mum had organised the lounge and set everything up. The fire was blazing cheerfully, and a storm was brewing up outside. Perfect!! My brother arrived not long after with my sister-in-law, her new baby, their two other children, and my sister. Dan wasn't so keen on attending the birth (lol), so he bunked up in the back room with the children. It was such a nice atmosphere and felt so cozy! I love the memory of that night.
I started to squat through my contractions and was handling them really well. Mum and James were on filling up the birthing pool, and (unknown by me at the time...) had to boil big pots of water on the top of our fireplace to try get it warm enough. Guess the water tank wasn't quite enough. Finally, about 11pm I said that I'd like our dear C to start heading this way. The contractions were getting harder, and I felt like I needed her reassurance. She arrived about midnight, and just quietly made herself at home in our lounge. That's what I love about her. She doesn't enter a birthing place with hustle and bustle. She doesn't make any noise, and just quietly sets up her gear and waits. I don't think I even acknowledged her for a while, but when I started to vomit from the intensity, she was there softly speaking just the right words to calm me down. I got into the pool not long after this, and laboured there for a while. The contractions were so much easier to bear in the water, although the intenisty and rawness of them was heightened. My backup midwife was called (they always have two midwives at a birth) and not long after I started the feel the pushing urges. This was a completely new experience for me, as I'd only pushed in a semi-reclined position before. For this birth, I was pushing in a deep squat. It was intense to say the least! The backup midwife was wonderful, and got right in front of me and told me to look in her eyes. Then she breathed with me. In and out and in and out. It helped ground me and helped me cope with the overwhelming sensations of a baby moving through the birth canal.
My waters broke just as I started pushing, and I remember looking up at everyone (the whole group of them were standing around the pool, haha) and asking what they thought the baby was. They were all like "girl!", and I either thought it or said it aloud (not sure which...lol) but I "said" "Nope, it's a boy", and then got to the task of birthing my beautiful little boy.
About ten minutes later, he was born. My sister Kate helped push him through my legs to me, and I was given the gift of lifting my son up from the water and straight into my heart. What joy! What amazement! I did it!!
We celebrated on the couch with him, with glasses of sparkling grape juice and carrot cake. :-P C showed us all the placenta and I got my first chance to see how it works. Amazing!! It was so surreal. I felt fantastic, and once all the checks were done, I was able to have a shower and get tucked into bed right beside my newborn son and husband. He was 8lb 14oz and chubby chubby chubby! I fell instantly in love that day. He is such a delight to our family. He finds humor in everything, and is always amusing us with his antics. Such a clown!
I have no photos of this birth. Nothing. I don't know why, we just never did it. But the memory of it is carved into my heart, and I bring it out often to look and wonder at the joy of our first homebirth. He paved the way for his sisters... such an adventurer!
Happy Birthday for tomorrow my sweet Christian. You are, and forever will be, a real joy and delight to me. No matter where life takes you, we will be behind you 100% as you seek to reach your potential for the Lord.
...man, I love that kid...
(and sorry guys, it wasn't Beth's story. That one is still coming. I just thought it fitting to write this one today, as it happened exactly 3 years ago...)
(and excuse any typos. I'm verrrrry tired, and Bethany is stirring, so spell-checking will have to wait for another day...)
Monday, June 20, 2011
There's only one thing wrong with having a wonderful birth...
You feel so fantastic afterwards, and recovery time is like nothing.
Until a few days later when you've over done it, and everything comes crashing down.
Sigh.
You think after 5 babies I would have learnt this lesson, but it seems to be one that I flunk time and time again.
So, dealing with a whole host of problems, mainly with breastfeeding, I have taken to the couch with copius amounts of Little House on the Prairie to keep me company. A couple of days of rest should do the trick, and I'm sure I'll be up and about again soon.
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You feel so fantastic afterwards, and recovery time is like nothing.
Until a few days later when you've over done it, and everything comes crashing down.
Sigh.
You think after 5 babies I would have learnt this lesson, but it seems to be one that I flunk time and time again.
So, dealing with a whole host of problems, mainly with breastfeeding, I have taken to the couch with copius amounts of Little House on the Prairie to keep me company. A couple of days of rest should do the trick, and I'm sure I'll be up and about again soon.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Our little poppet has a name!
Bethany Joy Hartley.
I like to name my babies middle names after someone, so I chose Joy after my crazy-wild-halarious-adrenaline junkie-90-something year old-red dress purple hat wearing (or was it purple dress red hat?!) Gran. She is such a bundle of fun, my gran is, and I can't wait to tell Bethany all about her crazy great-granny when she gets older!!
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Bethany Joy Hartley.
I like to name my babies middle names after someone, so I chose Joy after my crazy-wild-halarious-adrenaline junkie-90-something year old-red dress purple hat wearing (or was it purple dress red hat?!) Gran. She is such a bundle of fun, my gran is, and I can't wait to tell Bethany all about her crazy great-granny when she gets older!!
Bethany Joy Hartley. One day old.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Last photo with the four kiddies and I. I was having contractions about 6 minutes apart here...
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And introducing Baby Hartley.... as fresh as a daisy. :-)
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Isn't she adorable?!
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I did it! I did it!! Can you see the triumph in my face?! I was absolutely over the moon! I still can't believe we did it. Just us. Me and James and the Lord. We did it!!
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We woke up the older two kiddies and spent some time just soaking in her newness, and welcoming her to our big and crazy family.
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And introducing Baby Hartley.... as fresh as a daisy. :-)
Isn't she adorable?!
Pure sweetness.
Such a proud Daddy! And he has every right to be so. He was the most incredible help during the labour, and took care of everything just beautifully.
What a guy I have!!
Welcome to the world, little baby. We love you so much and are so excited to get this privilege of watching you grow up into a woman of God. Welcome welcome welcome to our family!!!
Thursday, June 16, 2011
IT'S A GIRL!!!!!
8lb1oz of pure deliciousness was born into her Daddy's hands at 10:15pm last night. Labour lasted only 3 hours and was insanely easy. She was born in her sack (which burst as her tummy was coming out) and has a full head of light brown hair. So so SO cute! Will post some pictures a little later, as I can barely stand to take my eyes off her.
:-D
Praise the Lord, He is SO good to us!!!!
(we haven't officially decided on a name yet...)
8lb1oz of pure deliciousness was born into her Daddy's hands at 10:15pm last night. Labour lasted only 3 hours and was insanely easy. She was born in her sack (which burst as her tummy was coming out) and has a full head of light brown hair. So so SO cute! Will post some pictures a little later, as I can barely stand to take my eyes off her.
:-D
Praise the Lord, He is SO good to us!!!!
(we haven't officially decided on a name yet...)
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
I'm still here! And still very pregnant! Just soo busy these days, that blogging has taken a bit of a back-seat. I have to go into the hospital e.v.e.r.y day for monitering (getting stapped up to the bed, so that they can trace baby's heart-rate for a good long half an hour). Fun fun fun with three little kiddies! So that's taking up most our mornings at the moment, and then with rest-time, the school-run, dinner and the whole bed routine... well, I hardly have time to breathe, let alone go into labour!
This too shall pass, this too shall pass...
Did you know, three years ago, I was also anxiously awaiting Christian's birth through June. It's like De-ja-vu! Except I'm now more pregnant than I got with him (he was 18 days over). Maybe my babies don't like the month of June...
Anyway! Just to let all of you who haven't contacted me in weeeeeks know.... I'm fine. :-) Baby is fine. :-) All is fine. :-)
This too shall pass, this too shall pass...
Did you know, three years ago, I was also anxiously awaiting Christian's birth through June. It's like De-ja-vu! Except I'm now more pregnant than I got with him (he was 18 days over). Maybe my babies don't like the month of June...
Anyway! Just to let all of you who haven't contacted me in weeeeeks know.... I'm fine. :-) Baby is fine. :-) All is fine. :-)
Friday, June 10, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Moments to be savoured...
Sisters hanging out together...
Dress-ups...
(Mr and Mrs Spider-man)
(The mid-year Christmas fairy)
(Doo-per-maaaannn!!)And playing with plastic babies, since Mummy isn't cooperating and popping out this one quick enough...
Although, Christian and Rachel obviously think that plastic babies make better telephones...
Happy happy days. :-)
Friday, June 3, 2011
A poem that was penned seemingly just for me...
Waiting...
Dear Baby, here beneath my heart,
I thought that you might come today;
The timing seemed just right.
But the stars are out
And the moon is high
And sheepishly I wonder why
I try to arrange the plans
Of God.
For now I know
You will not come
Until the One who holds eternity
Rustles your soft cocoon
And whispers in tones that I will not hear,
“It’s time, precious gift.”
“Now it’s time.”
-by Robin Jones Gunn.
Dear Baby, here beneath my heart,
I thought that you might come today;
The timing seemed just right.
But the stars are out
And the moon is high
And sheepishly I wonder why
I try to arrange the plans
Of God.
For now I know
You will not come
Until the One who holds eternity
Rustles your soft cocoon
And whispers in tones that I will not hear,
“It’s time, precious gift.”
“Now it’s time.”
-by Robin Jones Gunn.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Thanks everyone for all those kind thoughts that are flowing my way. (Right? You've been thinking them, haven't you?! Crikey mate, get it together... I'm 9 months pregnant, I need those nice thoughties!!)
Obviously, I'm still here. Again. I'm getting pretty sick of waking up in the morning still in one piece, I tell ya. If I could sit here, pout my lip, stamp my feet, and make this baby come... well he/she would have come today. :-) No really, I'm being as patient as humanly possible. When I was pregnant with Rachie, I'd already had her by this stage in the pregnancy. She was 5 days overdue. Livvy, my sweet-super-organised-independent missy arrived right on her due date... but my boys...they were pretty slack aye. Must be a boy this time around too. ;-) Which means I probably still have weeks to go. Weeks. Lord have mercy! I can't even gather up the strength to put any pictures on this blog... everything is just a blur.
Moan moan moan.
My Jimmy shot his first basket-ball hoop today. It was just during practice time, but he was soo excited! You can tell that he felt 6 foot tall and all toughness. His head swelled to twice his size as he was telling his Daddy about it at dinner time. So so cute! He makes me smile. God sent him as a little light into my life, to remind me to savor the simple things in life. I told him today that I'd brought some fabric to make him a special quilt. He drew in his breath with a squeal and exclaimed "You're the BEESSTT Mummy ever!!". Yup, he makes me smile. :-)
So that's where I am at the moment. Moaning, but still smiling. :-)
...and I absolutely canNOT wait to post some newborn pictures on here of my little treasure...
Obviously, I'm still here. Again. I'm getting pretty sick of waking up in the morning still in one piece, I tell ya. If I could sit here, pout my lip, stamp my feet, and make this baby come... well he/she would have come today. :-) No really, I'm being as patient as humanly possible. When I was pregnant with Rachie, I'd already had her by this stage in the pregnancy. She was 5 days overdue. Livvy, my sweet-super-organised-independent missy arrived right on her due date... but my boys...they were pretty slack aye. Must be a boy this time around too. ;-) Which means I probably still have weeks to go. Weeks. Lord have mercy! I can't even gather up the strength to put any pictures on this blog... everything is just a blur.
Moan moan moan.
My Jimmy shot his first basket-ball hoop today. It was just during practice time, but he was soo excited! You can tell that he felt 6 foot tall and all toughness. His head swelled to twice his size as he was telling his Daddy about it at dinner time. So so cute! He makes me smile. God sent him as a little light into my life, to remind me to savor the simple things in life. I told him today that I'd brought some fabric to make him a special quilt. He drew in his breath with a squeal and exclaimed "You're the BEESSTT Mummy ever!!". Yup, he makes me smile. :-)
So that's where I am at the moment. Moaning, but still smiling. :-)
...and I absolutely canNOT wait to post some newborn pictures on here of my little treasure...
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