One Year of Miss Everly

July 30, 2013 | 7:10am | 9lbs 1oz | 21 inches long

One year ago today, I became a Mommy of two. I will never forgot putting Maxton to bed, the night before my C-section. Overcome with tears as I closed his bedroom door, knowing the next time I saw him, our lives would be so much different, in an incredible way. Wondering if I would be bringing him home a little brother, or a little sister. Wondering if my heart would be able to love another child the same way I loved Maxton, and how there would be room in my heart for this to happen.

Let me tell you, as I lay on the operating table, listening to my OB walk me through the surgery, listening to her every word waiting to meet that little person “I see big shoulders and big cheeks. Here we go…It’s a…girl!” As she held her up for me to see, my heart swelled and I was overcome with love for my daughter.

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That beautiful little chubby face. I couldn’t wait for Maxton to meet her. Even though he had no idea what it would really mean to have a baby sister, I knew he would love her just as much.

In the past year…

– You have made us a family of four

– You have given your big brother a forever-friend

– You have put a strain on our bank account with all of the cute clothing and accessories out there :p

– You have made us laugh every day

– You have shown me that it is possible to survive an entire year, without sleeping through the night once

One Month

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Two Months

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Three Months

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Four Months

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Five Months

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Six Months

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Seven Months

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Eight Months

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Nine Months

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Ten Months

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Eleven Months

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Twelve Months

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It’s amazing how much a child grows and changes before your eyes in their first year…Here’s a couple more from today.

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I have so much more to share with you. We had her Birthday Party, or should I say, “Tea Party” this past weekend, and we did her cake smash today. Stay tuned for those!

At twelve months…

– She is just shy of 24 pounds, and is 30 inches tall

– She is crawling, cruising along furniture, and can stand on her own. Just waiting for her to take her first few steps!

– She can say Mama, Dada, Bah (ball), Beebee (baby), Na-na (banana), no-no (obviously no, no), fan & isat (what’s that). She also babbles a lot in between!

– She loves to get into whatever her big brother is doing, she loves bubble guppies, all of her dolls, and the little kitchen

– She still does not sleep through the night

– She loves scrambled eggs, mortadella and raspberries

– She has eight teeth, and it wouldn’t surprise me if I saw a molar any day now

– She likes to wave, play peek-a-boo, dance, blow kisses, clap and point

– She loves animals and goes crazy when a commercial with a dog or cat comes on

– I am squeezing her into the few size four diapers we have left

Oh sweet girl, where did the time go…You are growing up so quickly, if only I could slow time.

We love you so much!

Happy 1st Birthday, Everly! xo

Eleven Months of Everly

Here we are, one month away from her first birthday (July 30). I have no idea how that happened – but I am very emotional these days when thinking about it. It feels like I was just changing this tiny little baby, and now I have to pin her down to change her diaper and dress her…

It feels as though she has grown and changed the most in the past month. She is becoming a little person with her voice, actions, movements and everything in between.

– She walks around the ottoman or table, and has even let go for a few seconds before falling on her bum.

– She has eight teeth and is working on a couple of molars. I haven’t checked in the last few days, so one may have already broken gum.

– She says Mama and Dada, “ma” for Maxton, “bah” for ball, “fan” obviously for fan, and will say “beebee” for her new baby doll. There is also a lot of babbling in between. “Dobi dobi”, “dis”, “da” “gah” (that was Maxton’s favourite for a LONG time. You can read about that here), etc. Sometimes she needs to shout to make sure she is heard over her ever-so-vocal big brother.

– She loves to climb the stairs

– She can wave and clap on demand, and when we say “How big is Everly?”, she reaches her arms up over her head “soooo big”, we say.

– She loves to crawl around and get into whatever Maxton is doing – which often results in a lot of “No Ethovey, that’s mine!” *push*

– She dances from side to side and shakes her head when you ask her to dance – it’s very cute.

– She LOVES her baby, lamb (lambie) and any stuffed animal. She squeezes them tight until she starts to shake. So adorable.

– The whole sleep training thing was a disaster – the technique we used for Maxton didn’t work on her because 1. She is a human firecracker 2. He was only six months, and therefore not as wise at that age.  She is slightly better – a good night I’m only up twice in a 11-12 hour period; last night was four times. She has never once in her entire life slept 10 + hours straight (fun fact for all of you who think getting up once a night is a pain in the butt). She still naps twice a day.

– She is quite the little chubster, and I am trying to use up the size four diapers I have left

– She is obsessed with the movie Frozen, and the TV show Bubble Guppies – she LOVES both (thanks to Maxton’s obsession with them). She will even take the convertor (remote) and point it to the TV. I imagine she is asking for us to put one of the two on. How quickly they pick up on things, and at such a young age…

– She loves other babies and animals. She starts chirping and yelling whenever she sees either

So here is my little cupcake at eleven months…

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I could just eat her up.

I am in the middle of planning her first birthday party, and will be posting along the way.

Happy 11 Months, Everly. xo

 

 

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