Its +20 C!
Its like summer here today, absolutely gorgeous. We’re bar-b-queing burgers and sitting on the deck enjoying the day. Claire-bear is doing her thing, and hopefully will start gaining weight any day now. Breastfeeding still sucks, even the second go round. We’ve concluded I just have weak skin because my baby-feeding bits are all torn to bits. Its pretty awful, but we seem to be doing everything right…
Callum is thriving being amoungst our guests (Steve’s brother and sister are here this weekend, and his sister is staying the week to help me out). He quite enjoys the attention. He’s still unsure about Claire.
That’s my little update. Hope you’re all well! Thank you so much for all the kind words – I will post more about the birth when I get a chance.
Life Begins Again
A year and a half ago when Callum was born, Steve wrote the most beautiful post to let you know he had arrived into this world. I tried to get him to update today but he felt like he had some expectation to fulfill, so my internet friends, you get me.
Claire Elizabeth made her appearance this morning at 7 am after 12 hours of labour, about 6 of active labour. She was a healthy 8 lbs 11 ozs and 22 inches long. She was born on my living room floor. We had secretly planned a home waterbirth, but somehow when it came time there was no water in the tub, and no time to even consider it. Steve was remarkable. He was hesitant about a homebirth from the beginning and then to have his baby girl on the living room floor must have been traumatic.
It was beautiful and quick and we’re all cozying in for a night of love and learning. My little guy is taking in stride, although I’m sure he feels a little left out. He’s getting oodles of love from his Mammai and Papa though. He was able to meet Claire moments after her birth.
Here’s my little old man (I think all babies look like little old men 
)
Still no.
So, if I don’t have this kid this week, I’m on the list to be induced on Friday. However, if I don’t have this kid TONIGHT, I’m calling my naturalopath and trying acupuncture. I’m desperate.
The good news is I’m a good candidate for the least intrusive induction method (instead of being put directly on a drip I can have a gel).
I went in for my second stres test today, and although no contractions were recorded, at least I was 1 cm dilated and we could do some natural type of induction methods. This worked with Callum, and my contractions have become a little bit stronger (I’ve had contractions for about two weeks) so I have faith. Claire is happy and healthy up there, at least.
Nope.
Nein. Nada. Nothing. Zilch. Zip.
In other news, last night we watched the Junos, as we do every year because I’m a huge fan of the Junos, but this year we watched mostly to see just how many shades of green I could turn in the split second where MICHAEL BUBLE SANG DIRECTLY TO MICHELLE. The bitch. Our continued friendship is up for debate because Michael Buble is my fantasty, thankyouverymuch. So. Very. Jealous.
The Junos this year were, well, good, almost Grammy-esque, which made them more than a little disappointing. Part of the charm of the Junos for me has always been that they were oh-so-very-bad. Cheesy, and Canadian, and almost painful. In past years, there must have been an open bar because by the end of the night the entertainers would be getting up on stage with a drink in one hand to give their acceptance speech. The speeches would be completely non-sensical yet much fun to watch. It was fabulous. Often they couldn’t even be bothered to put on a pretty dress, or suit.
This year, however, everyone looked stellar, no one seemed to have a drink in their hand, and the performances were well done. I was disappointed to see Fiest walk away with so many awards (I have no reason for this, I simply don’t like her and get annoyed when I like her music) but beyond that, it was impressive. I wish we could have heard a country or folk act instead of an entire show of mainstream but it was still enjoyable to hear the performances.
And since my daughter is bound and determined to spend the rest of her life in my womb, I’ve also managed to sew together 6 cupcakes for Michelle’s charity (although I still hate her I ‘spose I could send the cupcakes). Yesterday we toured a bunch of beaches between Parksville and Qualicum for something to do, then headed to A&W for a nutritious dinner. We’re running out of things to do to keep us entertained while we wait…
a little hut
a little sauciness
angry chicken
beauty that moves
blogging for two
burrito west
craftster
creative thursday
disdressed
disney princess recovery
dooce
elephants with wings
eskiegirl
how about orange
imagine childhood
knitty
meadowsweet cottage
mini mak makings
moon stitches
my plum pudding
orange you lucky
paper forest
plants and hogs
potential energy
rosy little things
sew mama sew
smartass
soule mama
suzy says
the mayfly
the stars
The Wilting Quilter
tree hugger
two straight lines