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Life Happens

I haven’t been inspired to write this week, the terrible twos are in full force, the forty hours I work each week are starting to feel like eighty, hubby is working a lot of overtime, and the house is turned upside down for renos. The kids are definitely feeling the strain, it’s been a lot of long days couped up inside amongst the dust and dirt (although they are happy about the jungle gym all the rearranged furniture and tools create). As a result, we are busy with fussing toddlers  and running mad balancing it all. I’m sure any parent understands, this is how it is sometimes. Not to mention we are literally squeezing in the time to DIY our little project. 

Anyway, my point is, it’s not always rainbows and unicorns life gets the better of us, it happens, There is no point in being in denial about it. One day, we will look back, and know these are the very obstacles that we overcame making us better parents. 

Oh and the teething… Did I mention the teething! Oi!  

Tight squeeze (to get you through)


Posted in Elliott, Uncategorized

Success at the end of a day!

If you’re a parent, this is exactly how success is measured at the end of a day. Your child has spent all of his energy, has read a book with dad to wind-down, and is tucked cozily in bed.

Aside; Despite the appearance of monsters on his jammies, this particular set of nightwear will forever be known as robot jammies, because no one argues about clothing with a toddler! #itriedandlost


Sleep – tight – Squeeze!


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A Typical Afternoon


If you were to pop in for an afternoon tea, you would find me clad in joggers, sans make-up, hair uncombed in a messy bun with fly always, and waist deep in unfolded laundry. I’d be exhausted and defeated as is every day. I work shift work, and have just come off of a string of nights, but I don’t waste the seconds in between. I forgo hours of restful sleep to play Lego with my boys, or snuggle during a movie. I tend to the laundry and other chores while they nap so I’m not too busy for them when they awake.  

They don’t know how much I invest in them, I struggle with the fact that they know I’m gone, a lot! And for long periods, but they never know just how tirelessly I work, FOR them!  

I do not skip looking after myself because I am too lazy! I do it because I think of all the better ways to be spending my time. And because I usually have toddler yogurt hands run through my hair, veggies thrown at me, or get peed on. 

I do it because my kids love me truly unconditionally and it doesn’t  matter how I look as long as I’m treating them right.

Sending love out to all the tired moms (and the well rested ones) we all know how hard you work to balance it all!

Tight squeeze!


Posted in Birth Stories, How Tos

How To Create A Kick-Ass Birthing Playlist (in ten easy steps)

I can’t even tell you how many countless hours Shane and I spent creating the ultimate playlist for our labor and delivery experience. First off, lets get real here, Giving Birth is probably going to be the most painful experience of you life, I ain’t gonna sugar coat it, sorry! With that said, the music you chose should speak to you, and allow you to escape the pain and get lost in it, It should be tolerable by your guests, and pull at your heart-strings. Chose carefully and thoughtfully! My choice of music is a largely contributing factor in the fact that I was able to have drug-free birthing experiences.

WARNING: Your pregnant and hormonal, If you haven’t cried while creating your playlist you’ve done it all wrong!

#1. Rock Out! If you like to pump the bass, sing along (albeit off-key), or even tear-up the dance floor, choose a birthing team that will allow you the courtesy to experience the music in your way. I can not stress that enough!!! I, personally, like music  a little on the loud side, so that’s exactly how we listened to It.

#2. Dig deep. Reach well into your past and pull out all the sappy nostalgia you can, if it makes you happy, excited, energetic, and isn’t a love song you shared with someone other then the father of your child, add it! I’m talking circa 1990s folks!

#3. Mix it up! Tune into your favorite radio sites and upload your favorites from the top 20 lists.

#4. Blend It Well. Chose songs from different Genres. This will help pass the time quicker, and get you through those debilitating contractions, trust me!

#5. Make it romantic. The love making isn’t just for the day of conception, todays the day your love for each other will multiply. Chose songs you shared together like first dances, wedding songs, and songs that make you think of each other.

#6. Dedicate a Song to your child. Find a song that you feel adequately expresses the excitement you feel about your child. Make this their song, and know that every time you hear it, you will never forget this day. If a song exists with their intended name in it, make sure to use it too!

#7. One trademarked word; GOOGLE. He’s been your BFF since the beginning of time, so source out his help! Search “Best birthing playlist” and review the plethora of blogs, forums and sites, give a quick listen to the suggested songs, and copy and paste the ones that “Give you all the Feels!”

#8. If your stuck, reach into the pockets of your favorite artists. Look up the more obscure songs they have on their albums, give them a listen a couple of times and if you like it, add it!

#9. You Do NOT need to add Push It a la Salt n’ Pepa  Seriously! how cliché!

#10. Make it Happy, Period.

I have gone ahead and Rounded up a 150+ of my favorites in no particular order (below)

Tight Squeeze and Happy Pushing!!


What a wonderful World ~ Frank Sinatra

Syrup and Honey ~ Duffy

Bubbly ~ Colbie Callait

At Last ~ Etta James

How Deep is your love ~ The Bird and the Bee

Sweet Pea ~ Amos Lee

Lucky ~ Jason Mraz and Colbie Callait

Here comes the Sun  ~ Nina Simone

Dreamin’ ~ Johnny Brunette

I was made her love her ~ Stevie Wonder

Cupid ~ Jack Johnson

Beautiful World ~ Colin Hay

Venus ~ Frankie Avalon

L-O-V-E ~ Nat King Cole

You Got Me ~ Colbie Callait

Don’t Worry Be Happy ~

Baby Love ~ Diana Ross

Boogie Shoes ~ KC and the Sunshine Band

Fly me to the Moon ~ Frank Sinatra

A Wink and a Smile ~ Harry Connick Jr

Wishin’ and Hopin’ ~ Dusty Springfield

My Girl ~ The Temptations

Isn’t She Lovely ~ Stevie Wonder

Just the Way you Are ~ Billy Joel

Come Away with Me ~ Norah Jones

I believe in you and Me ~ Whitney Houston

My Everything ~ Barry White

When I’m 64 ~ The Beatles

If your not the One  ~ Daniel Beddingfield

Isn’t it Romantic? ~ Tony Bennett

Stop, Look, Listen to your Heart ~ Marvin Gaye and Diana Ross

The Wind ~ Cat Stevens

More than this ~ Roxy Music

Mercy ~ Duffy

Northern Sky ~ Nick Drake

Brighter than sunshine ~ Aqualung

This years love ~ David Gray

Without you ~ Syl Sylvain

The Lovecats ~ The Cure

Through the Years ~ Kenny Rogers

Isn’t it Romantic? ~ Tony Bennett

Cant get enough of your love ~ Barry White

Can’t take my Eyes off you ~ Frankie Valli

Say Hey (I love you)  ~ Michael Franti and Spearhead

I Got a Feeling ~ Black Eyed Peas

Hey Soul Sister ~ Train

Modern Love ~ David Bowie

Sea of Love ~ Cat Power

Love Fool ~ The Cardigans

Finally ~ CeCe Peniston

Relax Take it Easy ~ Mika

Just a Little More Love ~ David Guetta

I’m a Believer ~ The Monkees

Rock your Body ~ Justin Timberlake

Another one Bites the Dust ~ Queen

You Shook Me ~ ACDC

Hit me with your Best Shot ~ Pat Benatar

I’ll Remember ~ Madonna

Walking on Sunshine ~ Katrina and the Waves

Do it ~  Nelly Furtado

Fire Burning ~ Sean Kingston

Surf City ~ The Beach Boys

Dizzy ~ Tommy Roe

Little Darlin ~  The Diamonds

Beautiful Girls ~ Sean Kingston

Fireflies ~ Owl City  

Stuck on you ~ Elvis Presley

Shiver  ~ Shawn Desmond

In my Head  ~ Jason Derulo

Butterflies ~ Stereo

Your Love is My Drug ~ Kesha

Miss Independent ~ NeYo

Alejandro ~ Lady Gaga

California Gurls ~ Katy Perry

Nothin’ On You ~ B.O.B

Numba 1 tide is high ~ Kardinall Official

Cooler than me ~  Mike Posner

Whatcha Say ~ Jason Derulo

Sunglasses ~ Divine Brown and Nelly Furtado

New York ~ Alicia Keys and Jay Z

Let’s Get it Started ~ The Black Eyed Peas

Save me San Francisco ~ Train

Rich Girls ~ Down with Webster

Replay ~ Iyaz

Yalla Habibi  ~ Karl Wolf

Ghosts and Stuff ~ Deadmau5

Gimmie Sympathy ~ Metric

OMG ~ Usher and Will-i-am

Hey Soul Sister ~ Train

Norah Jones ~ Turn Me On

Body Bounce ~ Kardinal Official and Akon

If we ever meet again  ~ Timbaland and Katy Perry

Maneater ~ Nelly Furtado

Bullet Proof ~ La Roux

Tic Tok ~ Keesha

Rock your Body ~ The Black Eyed Peas

I Think I’m Ready ~ Katy Perry

I Gotta Feeling ~The Black Eyed Peas

99 Red Balloons ~ Owl City

Your Love is My Drug ~ Ke$ha

I’m Not The Only One ~ Sam Smith

Sweet Annie ~ Zac Brown Band

Gonna Make you Sweat ~ C + C Music Factory

Must Get Out ~ Maroon 5

Candyman ~ Christina Aguilera

Ice Cream ~ Sarah McLachlan

Life is Better With You ~ Michael Franti

Ring of Fire ~ Johnny Cash

Baby ~ Justin Bieber

The Freshman ~ The Verve Pipe

Love at first sight ~ Kylie Minogue

S.O.B ~ Nathaniel Rateliff & the Night Sweats

Hold My Hand ~ Hootie and the Blowfish

Lighting Crashes ~ Live

Come Away With Me ~ Norah Jones

I’m Yours ~ Jason Mraz

Biscuits ~ Kacey Musgraves

When you say nothing at all ~ Alison Krauss

Read my mind ~ The Killers

1,2,3,4 ~ Plain White T’s

Bubbly toes ~ Jack Johnson

Your Song ~ Elton John

Your Beautiful ~ James Blunt

Red Hands ~ Walk off the Earth

Bless The Broken Roads ~ Rascal Flatts

Can’t Feel My Face ~ The Weekend

Raise Your Glass ~ Pink

Say Something ~ A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera

Don’t Call Me Baby ~ Kreesha Turner

Need You Now ~ Lady Antebellum

Can’t Get You Out Of My Head ~Kylie Minogue

Hips Don’t Lie ~ Shakira Ft. Wyclef Jean

Glamorous ~ Fergie Ft. Ludacris

Counting Stars ~ One Republic

Stay ~ Lisa Loeb

Weezer ~ Buddy Holly

Stay With Me Sam Smith

Stressed Out ~ 21 Pilots

Loving You Easy ~ Zac Brown Band

Shake it Off ~ Taylor Swift

Who Will Save Your Soul ~ Jewel

Criminal ~ Fiona Apple

Torn ~ Natalie Imbruglia

Forever Young ~ Rod Stewart

Your Gonna Miss This ~ Trace Atkins

Hey There Delilah ~ Plain White T’s

All My Life ~ K-Ci and JoJo

What Goes Around Comes Around ~ Justin Timberlake

I Try ~ Macy Grey

Somebody I Used To Know ~ GYOTE

Sweet Pea ~ Amos Lee


Posted in Elliott, Oliver

A few of their favorite things

Its important to me that I make a note of all the things my kids do and love, and that may some day frame who they are in as adults. I never want to forget what toys they were attached to, or how they preferred to sleep, and especially how they show their creativity and innovation, because I think those are the little key holes into the future, and I will one day be able to piece all of this together.

Elliott ~ 2.5 yrs

  • Thumb-sucking. All day every day.
  • His Lego Hard hat. He wears this consistently, before winter hats, We had to fight to leave this hat a home -we eventually gave up- and he wore it EVERYWHERE. Living in a relatively small town, I’m surprised people didn’t recognize him as “that kid…”
  • Hats in general. Wears one pretty much 24/7.
  • Lego. Currently he is into building a two story three car garage, with upper loft man cave for all his hard hat wearing Lego men (which he calls Tom and daddy). We do this everyday!
  • He prefers painting over coloring. He will not participate in finger painting, but has really refined his motor skills with brushes.
  • Television. We do not have cable, so he watches what he asks for on command. He absolutely lives for the Might Ducks trilogy, but also like Zooboomafoo, Bob the builder, Dinotrux, and Veggie Tales. He also really enjoyed the Polar Express and Frosty the snowman at Christmas time. He almost always chooses real-people over cartoons.
  • Construction vehicles. Everything about them. He wont count, identify colors, or say the alphabet, but he can name all the different vehicles without hesitation.
  • Playing the his collection of necklaces and bracelets in mommies jewelry box. He has his very own set of kids bangles, and necklaces.
  • His baby. He has a miniature bassinet beside his bed, and his baby has to be tucked in there every night when he goes to bed. He doesn’t bother with it ,much through the day, however from time-to-time he brings it downstairs and he eats meals at the table with us.
  • Hockey! Anything to do with hockey. He loves hockey cards, hockey jerseys, watching from his bedroom window as the neighborhood kids play outside, He has his own stick and gloves, and has learned to handle the stick really well. He is limited to hockey outside and plays in the catwalk beside our house. Inside, he will use kitchen utensils and a plush soccer ball for an adaptation of hockey.
  • Aden and Anais Dream blankets. They are soft and luxurious so I cant really blame him. We keep one on the couch for movies, and one in the car during the winter if they are not there, he will hunt them down and put them there.
  • A vintage Playskool wooden ride on Giraffe that I found at a yard sale for $5. We have had an assortment of ride on toys come and go in the house, but that is always his go-to.
  • Apple Tea. Obviously! Of course there isn’t such a thing as apple tea served in our home (although I really should go find one) rather Apple tea is just want he has decided to call all beverages after a thanksgiving treat of apple cider, ONE TIME!
  • Pasta. Cleans his plate, always!
  • Pretty much any fruit imaginable, and vegetables for that matter. Though Avocado is probably #1.
  • Birthdays. He can’t get enough. He only started to realize the hype of birthdays after his 2nd. He understood that with birthdays came “Happy cake”. Like, who cares about the presents anyway? Then after a slew of birthday invites from then to now, he has become obsessed with the idea.
  • Books. He never turns down the opportunity to read with, well, anyone. He also enjoys leafing through them on his own after they have been read.
  • Boots. Just cause, Puddles!
  • He would have you believe otherwise, but He actually loves tickles. Right time and place.
  • Mirrored play. If mom sews, Elliott will find objects to mimic mom. If dads working on the car or with tools in the house, Elliott is behind him with his toy version. There are always electrical outlets being adjusted with screwdrivers around here.
  • Elmo calls app. Elmo face times often, sometimes as a wake-up call. Sometimes from a temper tantrum distractor, other times to encourage him to eat his meal. Works every time.
  • Jammies. Why not?
  • Baths. Especially the special occasions he gets to bathe in mommy and daddies big tub.
  • Being behind the camera with his vintage fisher price toy camera. He does not like having his photos taken though.
  • Surprises and being scared.
  • Face-timing.



Oliver ~ 1 year

  • His Aden and Anais sucky blankets (we have a handful and leave them stashed everywhere).
  • Cell phones. Has no idea how to use it, except mimicking selfies by outstretching his arms and saying cheese. But if he doesn’t have a cell  in his hand the world has ended. (The baby monitor is an acceptable substitute, but don’t dare try to give him a toy version)
  • Baths. He is blowing water bubbles too now.
  • Bedtime bottles. Me thinks he’s going to be a tough one to break.
  • Walking. A boys got to take advantage of his new found talent.
  • Unraveling the paper products. Toilet paper, paper towel doesn’t matter as long as he can giggle at the aftermath.
  • Stairs. For the same reason he likes walking
  • Hellos and good byes. He has currently taken to leaning over the toilet and bidding adieu to the poopys and the pee-pees.
  • Thumb-sucking. Although not as much as his brother. He will ONLY suck thumb when tired/falling asleep and ONLY with his sucky blanket which he rubs on his face whilst sucking.
  • Kitchen cupboards and drawers. Anything he can reach needs to wander four feet from its intended home, and immediately dropped or thrown to the floor.
  • Water play. Splishing, splashing, and getting wet. Dog bowls included.
  • The broom, or other unusually large items that are awkward from him to maneuver which result in his frustration and a tantrum.
  • Peek-a-boo or hide-and-seek. Because discovering that one can completely disappear behind their fingertips is simply epic.
  • Rockabye Baby Cds. Particularly Michael Jackson – Asleep instantly!
  • Singing. Currently happy birthday and Row your boat.
  • Pasta, Bananas… eating in general. He is well known for tantruming if he isn’t eating, and shoveling the food in handfuls.
  • Being naked. Running freely.
  • Talking. Seriously, doesn’t stop.
  • Hugs. He check in with one about every two hours or so, he just thrives off of positive human contact.
  • Face-timing. Because. Cell phone!
  • Having his picture taken. “Chhee!!” (Cheese)
  • Laughing, smiling, and being the happiest baby overall.


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This!! This is what makes my heart smile, everyday!

Tight Squeeze!


Posted in Elliott, Oliver

A Cuddle in Time


Couldn’t you just die for the completely unsolicited cuddles your children provide?

My kids are not the overly clingy type, they like to be active, and that certainly can’t happen while glued to moms hip. There is business to be done people! Like building Lego garages, emptying the kitchen drawers, dumping the dogs water bowls, or feasting on kibble. Try as I may, its rare to get a sweet couch cuddle with my children, bribing them with movie cuddles included.

Elliott almost never gives me cuddles at all, he is big on personal space and actually refuses to share a bed, EVER!  I can actually only recall one night that we laid our heads on the same pillow in the last 2.5+ years of his life.

Oliver is far more cuddly, and will actually give me unannounced cuddles from time-to-time -particularly when tired, AND will actually take a snooze in my arms, albeit briefly.

But when the time comes, and my kids march out of nowhere to give me a kiss or a hug, I’m smitten. I feel the knee wobbling-heart racing-butterfly dancing-euphoria. That’s what parenting is all about!

Today, Elliott crawled atop my lap, blanket in tow, and sat for a whole Five minutes whilst watching Dinotrux. In your world that might not seem like a long time, but in mine it was a glorious moment that I had to record.

Tight Squeeze!


Posted in Birth Stories, Oliver

October 17, 2014 ~ Olivers Story


As the story would go for most women, the second birth is faster and more furious, and well… we are old pros at this point. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t anxious, I mean, with my first delivery I was embarrassingly naïve about what to expect, but this time I had all the horrifying expectations fresh in my memory.

None-the-less it didn’t stop me from choosing a drug-free birth, and (much to my husbands dismay) insisting on another attempt at a home birth. I still didn’t talk as excitedly about this birth, this time around it was much more business-like and I decided I wanted to have it quiet with just Shane, myself, and big brother Elliott close by. I hadn’t talked much about my plans with my family, mostly because I wanted this birth to be a bit of a surprise, and I kept my plans of going through the process alone quite quiet from everyone.

As it happens, I went into labor in the middle of the night anyway, so we didn’t call our families until the morning. It really all started with a conversation with my best-friend Melissa on the eve of Big Ollies birth-day. Melissa had previously given me four naturopathic remedies for labor induction which I safely held onto three parts fearful of the bunch, and one part curious. We were texting back and forth, our conversation went something like this;:

Mel: “Any inkling of labor yet?”

ME: “Not a thing”

Mel: “How many days overdue now”

ME: “Five days…. I probably have another two weeks to go (insert sad face)”

Mel: “Do you still have the naturo stuff I gave you”

ME: “I do… but I am really not sure”

MEL: “I took them, and gave birth just a few hours later”

ME: “Ugh. I’m just not sure if I am ready yet”

MEL: “Just Do it”

ME: (googling each individual remedy, which btw all had unpronounceable names) “Ok took them”

ME: “Am I going to die? I don’t know… maybe I shouldn’t have” (googles symptoms of death)

ME: “Ok I am going to try to lay down…. If I am going to die, Id rather die in my sleep”

MEL: “You will be fine!! Keep me posted, Love ya!”

ME: “Will do, love ya too”

Obviously I survived, but that’s not the point here. NEVER, NEVER take medications your friend gives you that comes in little vials with what look to be homemade labels and have practically unintelligible names… consider this a FAIR WARNING!!!

So I went into labor, just like that! Less than an hour after consuming these pills from hell. At 10:30pm I was rocking happily -albeit emotionally stressed- in Olivers freshly decorated nursery and by 1200am I was lying on the couch with my feet in the air, on the verge of tears convinced I was dying. I woke Shane and we agreed it was emergent that we call the midwife. She talks briefly before coming over, because, I am most definitely in active labor +++. She shows, takes a look and leaves with the instruction to call back if I progress. I am apparently only 3 cm at this point, but I am uneasy, because my body feels a lot worse for wear. My midwife probably didn’t even make it home before I am paging her again, and she agrees I need a midwife, however, she is unable to accommodate because she was already at a birth for the past 30 hours and needs rest of her own. So I wait for what feels like an eternity for my newly appointed midwife to show up.

As I wait I play all my worse case scenarios in my head, and I am absolutely convince that I will be giving birth before my midwife arrives. I am clutching my phone in my hand as I consider calling an ambulance to rush me to labor and delivery, and I stand out on the porch and check to see headlights coming up the road. “Ok I will give her two more minutes and if she isn’t here, I am calling EMS” this is what I decide in my head, while my husband is sleeping soundly after climbing back into bed for a few. Luckily, she shows, and I am now at 7cms with urges to push, except I don’t tell my midwife about that, because I am not prepared to push at 7cms, so instead I continue to utilize my kegels and cross my legs while I stand, and counteract the pressure with each contraction. I also don’t tell my midwife, Debbie, that I have taken some sketchy medication to induce labor, so no one understands how serious I am when I report to them that I am in fact dying, that I will not be giving birth tonight, and that they need to rush me to the hospital because I have broken my back.

I can’t even begin to describe to you how intense my back labor was with this labor. I either had an exceptionally painless experience with Elliott, or I had really just signed my life away with those damn pills. “Why was I so careless?!?!?!?!” (palm to forehead). Regardless, no one believed me and they succeeded at keeping me home despite my greatest protests to get the H-E- double hockey sticks to the hospital. At some point my water was manually broken but I was in far too much pain to recall when.

We made it to 7am… a whole nine hours after throwing back a concoction of naturopathic torture. Elliot wakes as if on cue, our tiny little sixteen month old was gloriously unaware of the situation and stood like a stunned deer as he took in our current surroundings, medical gear sprawled across our dresser, mom near tears on the bed, and two strange woman he’d never seen before (well actually Debbie was our baby/back-up midwife when Elliott was born). We gave him hugs and kisses, and he was proudly introduced to the women who were trying tirelessly to bring his baby brother into the world. Dad and I took that as our cue to call family, because we were going to need family to entertain our nugget while we were otherwise occupied.

My mother-in-law, and two of my sisters arrived a half hour later, and were instructed to keep Elliott entertained. They popped into my room briefly to see me, give hugs, and check in. They were instructed that we were close, though I was only 7cm, my cervix had shortened appropriately. Moments later, when my siblings and son were down stairs, We reached the conclusion that I had a strange and unexplained lump or swelling, and when that was pushed behind Olivers head I was instantly 10cm dialted and pushing. I grew much wiser this time, and knew that I could push hard and fast to get this babe through my pelvic bone with much less pain. He was out in a minute or two laid on my chest and we had a brief cuddle, meeting each other for the first time. 0930am, October 17th, 2014.

Elliott heard his brothers cries from downstairs and immediately called up for “mama”.

We had a mere handful of breaths together, Oliver and I, before discovering I was apparently hemorrhaging. My midwives were screaming down to my family “CALL 911, We need an ambulance NOW”. It became frantic and scary. Shane immediately went into the terrified place he was weary of when he tried to convince me not to attempt another home birth. I felt great, though. I was finally free of the debilitating back pain I was suffering with the last 10 hours. Oliver was taken from me, wrapped in warm blankets and brought downstairs to meet my family. I didn’t know when I was going to see him again, or feed him for the first time.

When the paramedics arrived, I was stripped of all modesty when they walked into my room. There I was, lain on my bed, legs spread eagle, a puddle of blood between them. Much to my increased embarrassment its two men, that have NEVER responded to a post-birth, EVER. I remember clearly my response when they assessed me and asked how I felt, with full enthusiasm I responded; “I feel like a Million dollars!” and I meant it! I just gave birth to my second son our surprise and a treasure, I was immensely blessed! Aside from that, I also knew that how I presented, and how I was feeling didn’t add up. If I was in fact hemorrhaging I would be weak and faint, possibly even passing out, but instead I was full of energy and even offered to walk to the ambulance, which, of course, they declined. I was strapped into the ambulance, and Oliver was secured in his car seat to take the ride along with me.

I laugh to myself when I recall arriving at the hospital and being escorted through the halls with a newly born child on my chest. I could see all the staff and guests assessing the situation as if thinking “Did this girl just give birth on the way here, or in a street somewhere. Did she know she was in labor or was this a totally unexpected thing.” I was assessed immediately after my arrival, and (deep breath) I was perfectly fine. This was just a weird thing my post-birth body does (as you may recall it happened after Elliott too), I know to expect that now.

My eldest son met his brother without me, but, hours later, we were all reunited, and our family hasn’t looked back since. I love love love my family of four! But we will be working on the trifecta… one day 😉

Oliver Ares ~ 9lbs 3oz

Tight Squeeze!