Wednesday, May 1, 2013

MIA

Yep that's me. MIA. Business in a way I find overwhelming, and craziness I find overwhelming.

But here we are, with a quick update of our most current project underway. I had to post a few pics, as they grow, and change so fast.

Springs been slow in arriving, but it is finally (dare I say it?) here. I think. Warm sunshine, Klarars 3rd birthday approaching, and line dried sheets. All signs of spring!


Here is my plot of land...for my garden this year. Hubby working hard.


Baby sunning his sweet bare feet while garden is being made.


Ready....


......set.....


GO!


Sweet pea, looking like a sweet gardener. She does a good job getting dirty. (I have to let my clean thing go and let them get dirty....)


Mother Hen with SamSam. Man, he's growing fast!


After a good fence, 4 yards of topsoil, and time and energy, Goran says, "Wait and see, it will work this year!" So here we go, waiting. Ive posted pics of baby veggies growing, and my hopes have been crushed twice as I watched my hard work wilt away. Im hoping with continuing hard work again, it will produce and I can post pics of veggies fully matured, ready for my family to enjoy.

Here's hoping!!

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Easter Outfits and Rubber Boots

Happy Easter from our house to yours!


Its been a crazy six weeks since sweet boy Sam joined us. I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed. It seems a good day is one when everyone has gotten dressed, eaten 3 meals, gotten outside, and been put to bed before 9:00pm. In there is ballet, gymnastics, trips to a breastfeeding clinic in Toronto, sleep overs at Nana's, library, and other such fun. Its not bad, just busy.

I have felt distracted. Sam has a tongue tie, that we are trying to hard to break, but its refusing, causing me pain, and him frequent feeding, (day and night). As this is my passion, and so important to me, we will figure it out, and keep pushing forward.

In the mean time 'they' continue to grow. All 5 of these amazing children of mine.




I'll try to blog again this week, but I'm hanging on, as it promises to be another whirl wind!

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Growing

It's happening right before my eyes.

They are growing.


I watch in amazement and wonder. What a blessing a privilege to be part of it all <3 nbsp="" p="">


Hanging with each other,



my outfit score! I had seen it before Sam was born, but it was a bit pricey. Last night grocery shopping I came across the last one, dicounted fore 1/4 of the original price!

and with friends.




I stand back a bit sometimes. I'm just thankful to be here, to know who they are. My momma heart is full and pounding, and cought in the amazement of it all.

"I knew he was a boy," said Bryan. "Because I wanted a brother."






Truly we have moments throughout the day. When Sam is hungry at breakfast and so is everyone else. When Sam cries the whole way to the library. When Bryan is terrorizing Klara and I'm in the middle of making a late breakfast (because I was feeding Baby for the 3rd time). When Grace wants to hold Sam and I finally just got him to sleep, and now she is crushed and crying....or when Angelina is yelling at me about school work or putting her clothes away. And sometimes, when Goran and are bickering about something really dumb, and Sam is crying, kids are running bonkers, someone is crying, and no one is listening.





We have our moments.


can u see my thing with booties? my only regret is i didn't realize befor number 5 how cute they are!

But I chose to step back from them, and hang onto those tiny moments throughout the day that take my breath away.

Hoping you're enjoying ur weekend! 


When he was just days old, sleeping on my chest one morning, sighing and grunting as new babies do,  Grace says "Mom, I luv the baby noises he makes." Awwww!!

Monday, February 25, 2013

The Last Day

It was an amazing week. The resting, snuggling, snoozing, watching, and enjoying. I enjoyed all of it. Feeling, living, breathing, sleepless nights, and poopy diapers. The exhausted drama of the big ones, the helping hands that never stopped, the patience of my luving husband, and tiny cries during the night of sweet Sam.

We decided on a movie/pizza night for the last day. Ordered pizza, ordered movie, some extra chocolate, and all of us while tucked around the TV.

all 5 of my kids and hubby


Goran said, "This is the best vacation I've ever had," as we cleaned up the playroom, "No rushing, no hurrying, just us here being together."

"And we had a baby!" I smiled.

He smiled and agreed.


Our party was a celebration. The 1st week being the success I had dreamed for months, for the gift of our baby Sam, and for where our family is now with 5. Oh we had a moments during the movie, but mostly we snuggled more, watched, ate, and enjoyed. 

Luved this time with just us! 

Friday, February 22, 2013

{these moments}

{these moments} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.



10lb 3oz today

Welcoming Sam

Sam joined us Sunday night at 10:59 pm. Not the all the ways I had planned, or dreamed, or fantasied about. But, it was perfect. I've learned, that you can plan. All of it. Every detail. But in the end, you need to follow your heart, momma instinct, and that that is the best. The out come of listening and trusting your body will almost always work out. 

I had planned a peaceful, quiet home birth. Really just me and Goran, and midwives if need be. I dreamed of Goran catching this baby, lifting him to my chest, candle light, and the warm glow of the fire. We had that, for about an hour. Working through contractions, Goran helping how I needed, leaving me to it if I needed, the warm fire, and candle light. This was perfect.

But something shifted. Contractions intensified, in away I couldn't cope anymore. I was in the shower then, trying to cope, knowing transition is hard, knowing this was all coming fast. I gave a push and my water broke. I was almost there. I was shocked I was so close so fast, grateful, but something wasn't working right. I pushed, I changed positions and tried again. He wasn't moving. I tried again. And again. The intensity of contractions building, trying to help me, but making it harder and harder to cope. I was loosing control fast. 

I moved again, tried pushing again, he still wasn't shifting. I was begging baby to come.

"I luv you Baby, I want to see you, hold you. Please come baby!" I begged during contractions.

Finally I looked at Goran.

"Please!" I begged him, leaned over in the tub, the shower belting on my body, hair dripping wet, "Please, We have to go in. He's not moving down, and I don't know why."

We talked about it a bit. Goran was afraid I'd be upset tomorrow if we went to the hospital. I assured him that was not case.

We agreed to try the midwives 1st, maybe they could help. We called. I spoke to a very nice midwife, but one I had never met before. I explained to her what was wrong, and told her we were going to the hospital. I decided I wasn't waiting for someone I didn't know, when I wasn't sure she could help me. She agreed to meet us there.

Neighbors came, Nana was called, we explained to the girls what was happening, and off we went.

It gets hazy at the hospital. I was begging for relief. They assessed I was complete, and told me to push. I told them I couldn't. Baby wasn't moving down. One nurse who assessed, 'checked' again. She determined that baby was brow presentation. I believe the same time she assessed me she pushed his head back a bit. Not much but enough that I was screaming at her to stop. I told her not to touch me. I know I wasn't very co-operative with anyone there, but once she had done that, my body was working hard again. Although I was out of my element, and uncomfortable, my body was working hard again, and I could feel suddenly things had shifted in my favor.

I felt that old familiar urge to push! I was so thankful, knowing soon I would be holding my baby. I began pushing and the nurses were telling me to stop.

Really? I wanted to laugh.

I was laying on my side and baby needed room. I was trying to lift my leg and no one was helping.

"Lift my leg, please someone!" I yelled, as I pushed with all the energy I had.

I felt Gorans hand grab hold and lift. I could feel baby moving down with the contraction. I felt my body stretching. I pushed knowing he was coming. This was my plan. Feeling, knowing, trusting. My body was doing this. This was perfect.

I had my eyes closed, but could hear the nurses talking, a doctor came in. She was telling me to push, and then someone told me to stop.

Again? Good grief.

I heard the doctor tell the nurses it was fine. "She needs to push, its ok," or something to that effect.

"Open your eyes Kathryn," she said, "look at your baby," I was reaching down and pulling him up and he was in my arms.This was perfect.

From then on it was quick. I was taken care, cleaned up, a peed came and checked Sam. The midwife showed up at about that time and because I was under the care of a midwife, they said I was 'allowed' to go home. But before we could go home, Goran needed to go home get clothes for Sam, so I settled in for some luv and nursing my boy. The nurses didn't bother me in anyway. I was left alone, to bond and hold him and ground myself after the intensity of the experience of this birth. This was perfect.


This wasn't my plan but it was. My plan was to listen and trust my body. I believed I would know if everything was working, or if something wasn't working. When I knew something wasn't working, I still knew everything was OK, and everything would be OK.

Samuel - meaning God heard. I feel blessed, and truly believe God heard my prayers. 
Isaiah - Isaiah 41:10 'fear not for I am with you....'
So fitting after all the fear this pregnancy carried. And this is my favorite Bible verse since childhood.

Recovery has been a bit slow, but its been a quiet week filled with quiet moments luving and holding Sam. Bonding, watching siblings come and go from my room, taking turns to hold Sam, and watching my hubby hold and fall in luv with our new son. Helping hands have never stopped pouring through the door, and the food in the freezer I froze before Same came, has come in awfully helpful!

falling in luv

i luv you Sam. I'm your big brother, Bryan told him.

wheres Sammy? she is always asking.
Gracie, the other mommy. Always a willing set of arms.
where is Sam? is her frequent questions
I linger over him. I watch him. I gaze at him. I can't believe he's here and hes mine. I nurse him, hold him, smell him and kiss him. 5 days have flown by, and I know time isn't going to slow down at all with 5 now. I move slow, I hold him close, I share him a bit, and take him back when I need too.
 

Sweet Goran has been here, making meals, cleaning up, helping with children, holding our tiny one, and luving me. We can hug close now, and we laugh about that. He goes back to work on Monday. O, I wish he could stay home another week...

This family of 7, it feels good and right, right now.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

The Last Days

I'm winding down. Exhaustion taking over, and more time spent simply keeping up with house and little ones busy, and in between, lots of resting and napping.

I lay and watch this belly. The movements of the person inside, knowing, soon this one will be with us on the outside, held, and luved. 

My body is slowly getting ready. Impending signs of labor knocking, telling me the time is coming. I eagerly welcome labor, knowing that as discomfort of pregnancy and labor come to an end, babe will nestle against me. Knowing luving friends and family will come pouring through the door to support in recovery, and keep small ones busy as we bond and learn to be a family of 7.

My freezers are full. My bedroom painted and fresh and ready to house me for days in rest, and sleep with babe beside me.

henna and mat pics in <3 br="">
So we wait a bit longer.

Knowing *soon*