Ten Months of Everly

I can’t believe we are two months away from her first birthday. It feels like we just brought her home from the hospital. I was looking at pictures of both kids this morning, realizing how much they have both grown and changed over the past ten months…

Little miss is a busy body these days!

– She is fully crawling – she started a few days after she turned nine months. She loves to get into her brother’s toys…which he isn’t loving…

– She started pulling up to standing shortly after she figured out crawling, and makes her way around tables, the ottoman, couch, her crib…She is pretty brave and will just let go, or wobble around holding on with one hand – she seems to be daring like her big brother.

– She is getting better with eating. She much prefers to feed herself pieces of food (unlike Maxton, who preferred purees). That makes things a little easier for me, less baby food to make. There are still some things I am pureeing for her that she will eat.

– Sleep…? What?

– She has 7 teeth now, and is constantly chewing her fingers, so I am anticipating more, perhaps a molar or two.

– She babbles non-stop: Ma-ma, da-da, na-na, ga-ga, ra-ra, ba-ba, blah-blah, dis, gler, so many little combinations that I am loving. She has also started yelling/screaming, which Maxton likes to copy at double the volume. (This is happening as I type this…) Maxton plugs his ears to make sure it is only deafening to us, and not himself…Smart.

– She loves to watch Bubble Guppies (Maxton’s favourite show). What is it about that show? Never mind that Steve and I constantly catch ourselves singing the songs.

– Any time she sees her big brother, she smiles from ear to ear. If he only knew…He is getting better with her, learning to share, and runs over to hug her when she cries. “What’s wrong Ezovy? Come here… (as he hugs her).”

– She hates the grass, even if she is on a blanket. Maxton was the same. She claws at me to pick her up.

– She makes this scrunchy smiley face now (she shows it off below), that always makes us laugh

– I love finding her in the morning, standing there waiting for me, calling my name. Those little things…

Here she is!

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Happy 10 Months, baby girl! xo

Nine Months of Everly

April 30 marked 9 months for my little lady. This post is so beyond late it’s not even funny. Steve and I have been passing throat infections and strep back and forth. I am on my second back to back dose of antibiotics. Two days after finishing round one of them I had a wicked sore throat again, went back to the doctor and tested positive for strep. Yuck.

Anyways, enough with the excuses. Life is busy and I am still working on a balance and better time management, on anything but a full nights sleep.

So this update is as of April 30…

– She weighs 21lbs 11oz, and is 28.75 inches long. Big girl!

– She isn’t fully crawling yet, but she has taken a few scoots forward!

– She is getting better with eating but still eats like a little bird. She definitely prefers fruit to veggies or meat any day

– She is non-stop babbling all of the time. Ma-ma-ma, da-da-da, ba-ba-ba, tsssss,

– Sleep….skip….

– She has six teeth, four on the top and two on the bottom

– She LOVES her brother. She thinks he is the funniest guy, she wants to be right there with him playing all of the time. Most of the time he is okay with it, unless she attempts to grab one of his favourite toys…

– She has a lamb my Dad bought her for Easter and she is OBSESSED with it. She goes crazy when she sees it, and shoves her face into it. Ha-ha.

– She is an early riser like her brother, and naps twice a day, and sometimes a third catnap depending on the day

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Happy 9 Months, baby girl! xo

What to Expect Post C-Section

This is my story.

What to Expect When You’re Expecting; What to Expect The First Year; What to Expect The Second Year; What to Expect…wait. Nope. There is no book on “What to Expect Post C-Section”. I mean, I’m sure there is, but let’s face it, it’s not on your list of books to read when you’re pregnant. Never mind the “What to expect when you fully dialate and push and need an emergency C-section”, as was the case with my delivery with Maxton. I was there! Pushing! Moments away from meeting my baby! Boy? Girl? It all changed when his heart rate spiked and the doctor informed us that he had become distressed, and was stuck because he was too big, so off to the OR we ran. THANK GOD he was delivered safely and once I was aware of what was going on, I finally got to meet my 11lb baby boy.

I honestly skipped over the C-section part of all of my books (so did Steve). I was so focused on how to allow my body to open like a “flower” I didn’t think much about it. (Despite the fact I was a big baby and delivered via C-section). I also didn’t want to put the idea out in the universe. (Go ahead and laugh.) In the end, it was the safest thing for myself and Maxton, and due to the tearing he caused my uterus, all future pregnancies would be delivered by C-section as well – which is why Miss Everly was a planned C-section. Do I feel cheated? Sort of. In the sense that my number of kids has to be limited because I must have a C-section every time. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I want 5 kids, but still. I remember my OB giving me the “all clear” during my C-section with Everly, letting me know things looked good, and we could have a third if we wanted to. I felt so stupid lying there, wondering if she would say I could have another baby, when I had literally just had a baby seconds before.

Recently, a Mommy friend of mine had an emergency C-section with her third baby. She had two vaginal births in the past, so not only was this a shock, but a completely different post-partum experience. Unless you have had a C-section, there is no way to describe how difficult the recovery is. I understand some women can tear badly, which can be extremely difficult to recover from I’m sure, but I am talking about the whole “abdominal surgery” part of it. Her story really got me thinking about how I felt after Maxton was born, and how angry I felt as all the Moms bounced out of the hospital carrying their carseats, while Steve carried ours, and I shuffled along the wall. When I was pregnant with Everly, my sister-in-law told me she was running through a parking lot to the pharmacy the day after having her third. I almost cried realizing it would be weeks before I would be able to walk normally never mind running a simple errand alone.

It’s painful. You feel like your abdomen has been run over by a truck. Nursing is also painful because the slightest pressure on your abdomen is torture (imagine resting an 11lb baby on it minutes after). You can’t get out of bed to get your baby, you can’t bend over to change your baby, it takes 10 minutes to walk to the washroom only feet away from your bed, and getting out of the hospital bed and walking to the door to “move around” causes excruciating pain. You have no muscle strength to get momentum to sit up, and when you finally do, you want to lay back down from the pain.

The gas pains. Oh the gas pains. They were so much worse after having Everly. I was in tears as my sisters and Steve watched, feeling helpless. My stomach sounded as hallow as a drum when my OB tapped it. The only relief I was told would be moving around. Seriously? Pain + Pain = Pain.

I think it took me like 20 min to walk from my room down to the car, and Steve drove ever so slowly over each bump, to keep me from wincing.

Getting up off the couch, sitting on the couch, getting into bed, getting out of bed, walking, going up and down stairs, coughing, sneezing: pain. Every day it gets a little better, and after a while, everything feels “normal” or what you think normal is, and you forget, and want to do it again.

Recovery after Everly, was so much different. A friend told me I would “bounce back” faster the second time around. I am not sure that’s the case, rather, you feel like you NEED to. I remember my OB coming in the day after my C-section, and I asked her: “How long until I can pick up my 22 month-old son?” “Wait at least four weeks. If you feel pain at that point, wait two more.” How do you tell a 22 month-old you can’t pick him up when he looks up at you, arms stretched out saying “Mama pick ee up.” It broke my heart. Steve took some time off work, and my Mom took time off to help me. To take Maxton out of his crib, put him in it, put him in his booster, take him out of it, put him in his car seat, take him out of it. All of those simple every day tasks you take advantage of. It broke my heart.

The guilt consumed me for weeks. I felt like I was half the Mom I should have been to him during those weeks of recovery; but I know now, if I had rushed anything, it would have done more harm than good. My OB advised two weeks before driving; which I waited with Maxton, but I drove after a week with Everly. I needed to do something normal.

I had staples with Maxton, which I thankfully I didn’t have with Everly. They stung and pulled my skin, and because I chose to have my GP remove them and not my OB, he was over-cautious and they stayed in too long and started fusing to my skin, so they were basically ripped out. That was awful. With Everly, because the C-section was planned, my OB chooses not to use staples, so I was happy to avoid that extra pain this time around.

Every day, is a step on the road to recovery; but it takes great patience. In the end, having a healthy baby is so worth it, but no one tells you just how hard it is after having a C-section. Emotionally everything is a whirl wind, your life completely changes, and you struggle to be the best Mom you can be, while trying to recover from major surgery. Never carry anything heavier than the weight of your baby (which I laughed about when I carried my 11lb newborn around), move around – but not too much, rest, keep your incision clean, don’t lift anything to avoid the risk of tearing your incision. GAH!

There is no “easy” way to have a baby. Every baby is a blessing and a miracle, and it wouldn’t be as special without all the bumps (pardon the pun) along the way. However, to all those Mama’s out there (like my own) who only had or will only have C-sections, I admire you all for doing it more than once; because the older you get and the more kids you have at home, the harder it is emotionally and physically to recover from. Power to all the Mama’s out there.

Maxton and Everly, I would do it a million times over, for each of you. xo


Eight Months of Everly

March 30 marked eight months with our little cupcake! I feel like I blinked and the month of March went by. I know time will go by even fast once the nice weather really sets in – it always does.

Don’t ask about sleeping. I am choosing to skip over that torturous topic. I know, I know: I need to sleep train her – save your breath please.

– She sits unassisted, although not with her brother around because he thinks it’s fun to push her over…

– The last week or so she has been eating better. She is pretty picky when it comes to solids and isn’t really a big fan of any vegetable. She is doing better with fruits and cereals, so we are taking it one day at a time. I can’t even give her Mum-Mum crackers without her gagging and spitting up. She will get there. She is a lot better now then she was a month ago. She still doesn’t really eat much solid food in a day. I am lucky if I can get 1.5 cubes of homemade baby food in her a day.

– She LOVES other babies, or looking at herself in the mirror. She gets so excited and starts kicking her legs and flapping her arms – it’s very cute.

– She had her first dose of antibiotics, for an ear infection. Poor girl. Trying to get her to take them was torturous experience. There were a lot of tears, throwing up, and tight lips. I got some third degree about how I shouldn’t have taken her to the doctor so quickly and just let her get over it herself. Seriously? I think a kid crying in pain all night long and all morning, plus a fever is enough torture. I feel like I made the right choice. I am not the Mom who calls the doctor with every sniffle, but I know when something isn’t right with my kids. I know what is best for them.

– She started swimming lessons. Talk about a cute little fishy – She loves kicking and splashing!

– She isn’t crawling yet, nor is she really trying to. When I put her on all fours she will hang out there and look around, then end up on her belly, what can only be described as “swimming on land”.

– She tries to put anything and everything in her mouth. I am going to have to keep an extra close eye on this tiny girl, once she becomes more mobile

– She has 4 teeth: two on the top, and two on the bottom

– Her hair is growing so fast – mostly at the top. She has this little tuft of hair that keeps getting “poofier” (yes I said poofier)

Here we are at 8 months:


Happy 8 Months baby girl! xo




Seven Months of Everly

There is no “30th of February” so Everly sort of skipped her 7-month birthday, but I didn’t. 🙂

Seven months. Crazy! I feel like time is slipping through my fingers, and no matter how hard I try to hold on to it, it continues to slip way. Seven months…

My girl is changing every day. She seems to be doing something new, or figuring out something adorable all of the time. If only she could figure out sleep…She is still a horrible sleeper. She is up at least 3-5 times a night. Never less than 3, sometimes 5 or 6 or 7 times. I find myself placing her in her crib, then immediately falling to the floor by her crib, out of exhaustion, laziness, and anticipation of the next time she wakes.

Everyone has moments of exhaustion, and everyone is tired, but seriously, if your kids sleep, you have no idea what it’s like. You’re expected by everyone to function 100% for an entire day following this endless cycle of up and down up and down, and it almost seems pointless at timse to go back to sleep, especially when Maxton is up through the night as well. Yawn.

Maxton was sleep trained by this point, but I don’t have the emotional strength to do it this time around, plus I didn’t have to worry about waking a toddler with him, either. So this is how it is for now. I am feeling myself wearing down each day – trying to be a good wife, Mom, homemaker, all while trying to build my business – then down the road, throw going to back to work in the mix. Yikes! It amazes me how important sleep really is in all aspects of life.

Anyways, you get the point, she is up a lot and I don’t sleep.

So, at seven months she:

– Weighs 21lbs (I may not sleep much but my arms are looking quite muscular these days).

– Rolls back to front all the time, but would rather cry and be saved then roll front to back. (This happens often through the night.)

– Sits very well, I always prop a nursing cushion behind her because she will still topple occasionally

– LOVES watching Maxton and often giggles at him while he’s playing

– Is a horrible eater, and by that I mean with solids. She is “okay” with cereal but is not a fan of anything really. She will eat maybe 2 tbsp of food a day and I really have to force it in. Everything is homemade and delicious in my opinion – she would say otherwise. Total opposite of Maxton, who opened his mouth wide for everything and was eating five times as much by this age. She is obviously thriving and by no means malnourished.

– She has two bottom teeth, both poked through just after the six month mark, and there are more brewing.

– She loves “Sophie the Giraffe” and will smile if she hears it squeak from another room

– She loves chewing on her toes, and I love seeing her do it!

– She has the cutest smile, still sticks her tongue out for most; and beams when Dada walks in the door after work

– She is very ticklish in multiple places

– Everything is da-da-da these days, a few ga-ga’s and ra-ra’s. Ma and mum come with the tears.

– She is starting to wake early like her brother, before 7am most days. She used to sleep until 8 or 9am…


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Happy 7 Months, Everly! xo