Meet Molly

Well our little girl arrived on March 24th, 2013 at 3:20 pm weighing 7 lbs 6 oz and 20 inches long.

I wish I could write some beautiful post expressing the love we already have for this beautiful Angel, and I'm sure that post will come in the future but for now.... we are nursing, eating (mommy), napping, and getting in as many newborn cuddles as one mommy could possibly handle.

We named her Molly Clara Violet after her 2 Great Grandmothers who are true inspirations to both Kelly and I. She has quite a name to live up to, and in her first few days of her little life- she's already a legend.

Birth story to follow.

Here are some pictures of our sweet Angel to tie you all over :)

Alana and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

My new favourite book to read to Jack is "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible  No Good, Very Bad Day. I get such a chuckle out of the outlook of this little boy and his teacher not liking his invisible castle picture.

Bring me to this post. Due date today. 4 false labours that are not progressing me. Bad roads. Ugh. I totally feel like Alexander at this point.

So here is a few pages of my version of the story.

Alana and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

"I went to sleep with cramps in my tummy and a sore back and when I got out of bed this morning I realized that I was still 9 months pregnant and it was my due date. I tripped on my water bottle because my belly is so big I can't see the floor and by mistake I almost peed myself and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

At breakfast I didn't want to eat because I was so nauseous and I'm almost out of my diclectin and I don't want to refill my $100.00 prescription. The only thing I felt like was dry toast but we are out of bread so all I ate was a soggy bowl of Rice Krispies.

I think I'll move to Australia.

I spent the last few days worrying about the awful roads and had a couple false labours in there to really amp my anxiety level up. I didn't sleep at all the night before because I was in the midst of a false labour with roads closed all around us and I could just tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

I have acid reflux so bad that I can't lay without propping myself up. I have trouble bending over and picking up the toys that my two boys scatter around. My husband has been moody and so have I been. I am out of activities to occupy my mind. I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

I could tell because with all the confusion of which vehicle to take if I go into labour, the van is better on ice, the truck is better with snow, we are constantly moving car seats from one vehicle to the other filling up vehicles with fuel and are just getting anxious for her arrival.

I hope she just falls out I said to my husband. I hope the next time I get a false labour it's the real thing and I make it to the Hospital and have just one big sneeze and there she lay peacefully in my arms.

To add the it all our 3 1/2 year old has developed a stutter over this last week quite possibly because of the change that is about to come but we don't know for sure but one of the best things for him is a calm environment and try not to add change. Well good luck with that. His stutter has put us both a little on edge as we are worried about our boy.

It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

That's what it was. That's what it is.

Next week, I said, I'm going to Australia."

The calm before the storm

So the last few days I have been getting more sleep than I have in months, less contractions, no back ache and it's got me wondering; is this my calm before my storm?

1 week until my due date, the doctor predicts anytime because in her exact words "the baby can't possibly get any lower" and "be careful when you sneeze". And aside from a minor panic attack last night (brought on by a horrible acting 2 year old all day, and then seeing 2 friends who were due AFTER me have their babies and me wondering, "why they hell am I doing this again?"); I have been relatively calm. There is something about getting to the end, knowing you have it all in place (thank goodness I am a stay at home mom who had the time) and just waiting for it all to happen.

With Jack I was just anxious (could have been the 10 days overdue) and I definitely didn't have the serenity before his arrival. Charlie, I remember feeling very relaxed about his birth. Not wanting to speed it up (probably because I know that looking after a newborn is NOT easier than being 9 months pregnant) and just taking it all in. This time around, I've had the nerves earlier on and now feel pretty serene about it all.

Patience is a virtue.

Also bringing a baby into this world while battling a house-full of colds does not seem like the best plan, if I can help it.

So these last few days, I'm going to rest. Drink lots of water to flush out this virus. Sleep as many hours as I can in my big comfy bed. And just try not to think about all the rest. Try not to let my very busy 2 year old stress me out. Let Jack wear his Buzz PJ's for days on end without washing to avoid a fight. And even let Kelly complain about his man cold; doesn't mean I have to listen ;)

Happy Happy 9 months.

38.5 weeks pregnant