Showing posts with label Birth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birth. Show all posts

Thursday, 22 September 2011

Lexie's birthday...

We have a little tradition in our house, as a lot of families do, of allowing whoever has their birthday to chose their favourite dinner.

It was Lexie's fifth birthday yesterday.

Five years ago, she sped into the world. (If you want to read her amazing birth story, it's here.)

And yesterday, ffter she opened all her pressies (a whole load of Barbie and a whole load of craft stuff...) I asked her what she would love best for her dinner.

And she tells me:

"A little strawberry. A little bit of salami. Some cheese please. And a cracker. That is all, Mumma."

And so that is exactly what we had. I threw a few scotch eggs and some cherry tomatoes onto the plate for good measure, and dinner was prepared in less that five minutes...and it was delightful.

And then of course, a little birthday cake to finish it all off.



It was a lovely lovely day. I love her so so much.

What family birthday traditions do you have? And which favourite dinner do you or your kids choose?

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Monday, 19 July 2010

Eight Years Ago

Last year, on the 19th July, I wrote this post here, about the loss of my first baby.

Another year on, I am here, still, crying again, for the child I never got to hold.



If I could fall into the sky
Do you think time would pass us by?
Because you know I'd walk a thousand miles if I could just see you...

I am going to just keep busy today. And keep Olivia, Charlie and Lexie close to me. And be eternally grateful for them. 
 
And for anyone else who has experienced miscarriage or late loss, I wish for peace in our hearts. 

Saturday, 27 March 2010

The Middle Wife

I have a couple of lovely friends who are pregnant at the moment. One of them passed this onto me. Cathy, thank you. I read it and splurted wine over my keyboard.

To my lovely expectant friends,  and indeed other lovely pregnant chicks out there......I hope you have blissful and easy births like this one.......



The 'Middle Wife' by an Year Two Teacher:


I've been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own year two classroom a few years back.


When I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell. So I always have a few sessions with my students. It helps them get over shyness and usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame. Kids bring in pet turtles, model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And I never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they want to lug it in to school and talk about it, they're welcome.


Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid, takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater. She holds up a snapshot of an infant. 'This is Luke, my baby brother, and I'm going to tell you about his birthday.'


'First, Mum and Dad made him as a symbol of their love, and then Dad put a seed in my Mum's stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for nine months through an umbrella cord.'

She's standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I'm trying not to laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me. The kids are watching her in amazement.


'Then, about two Saturdays ago, my Mum starts saying and going, 'Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!' Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans. 'She walked around the house for, like an hour, 'Oh, oh, oh!' (Now this kid is doing a hysterical duck walk and groaning.)


'My Dad called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn't have a sign on the car like the Domino's Pizza man. They got my Mum to lie down in bed like this.' (Then Erica lies down with her back against the wall)

'And then, pop! My Mum had this bag of water she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed, like psshhheew!' (This kid has her legs spread with her little hands miming water flowing away. It was too much!)

'Then the middle wife starts saying 'push, push,' and 'breathe, breathe. They started counting, but never even got past ten. Then, all of a sudden, out comes my brother. He was covered in yucky stuff that they all said it was from Mom's play-center, (placenta) so there must be a lot of toys inside there. When he got out, the middle wife spanked him for crawling up in there.'

Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat I'm sure I applauded the loudest. Ever since then, when it's show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder, just in case another 'Middle Wife' comes along.

This has reminded me that I should probably dig out my birth stories........they are nowhere near as funny as this, but they make me smile as much.........

Saturday, 9 August 2008

Inspired



Inspiration is like free spins at the pokies. It that makes you invincible for awhile. You can do anything, go anywhere, and you have nothing to fear.

Those free spins exist in real life too. It may be a picture, or some words, or a sound, or a idea, or a mistake, or a moment.

Whatever it is, pick it up and run with it. Run with it like you stole it.

You can’t bottle up inspiration. You can’t put it in a Glad bag, chuck it in the freezer, and dig it out later. It’s instantly perishable if you don’t utilise it whilst it’s fresh…

It’s true. I do my best to accommodate inspiration when it shows up. Fortunately, I get inspired easily. Unfortunately, it’s rare that I have time to exlore what I am inspired about. I’m still trying to work out what to do about that.

But those moments of inspiration are like gold.

This last week has been a series of inspirations, starting from the high ropes.

Climbing 15m up a tree and then leveraging myself, my whole still fairly large self, onto a little platform, and then jumping off it......wow. First of all the adrenalin thing was amazing. So similar to the post birth hormone rush, it was incredible.

Then since then, daily, as soon as my mind tells me "I can't", I can hear myself immediately say, to myself, "Shit Luce, if you can jump out of a tree, I am damn sure you can resist a chocolate biscuit."

I have also started walking pretty much daily with a friend, and she herself inspires me. She has a lot more weight to lose than me. She is a beautiful soul, who has so so much potential. But, regardless of what I say, she cannot yet connect or believe in her own potential. (I wish she could.)
It has also made me realise that I CAN ALREADY SEE AND CONNECT MY OWN POTENTIAL. That is the major part of the journey already accomplished, surely?
If I can visualise the huge amount of potential I have,  if I can already "feel" how even more brilliant life is going to be once I have finished losing weight, it is almost at its reality?

Which is pretty inspiring.


 

Sunday, 27 July 2008

Birthing Goddess.....

I dreamt last night of one of my births. I didn't want to wake up, it was just wonderful to revisit.


I have had three beautiful children, and three beautiful blissful births.


My heart swells at the thought of just how lucky I have been with my births, and with my children.


On contemplation this morning, I realise that my body is SO BLOODY CLEVER!!


I have always felt some doubt in my body and its physical ability, but how can I doubt its talents when I recall my births and how bloody amazingly it delivered? Literally!


I have had a slack few weeks with a few too many little snacks.


Time to treat my birthing goddess body to a little more respect to reward it for what it has done for me........


Tuesday, 8 July 2008

"That time of the month".........




Don't get me wrong, I love the fact that I have a" perfect" and natural monthly cycle. (I put "perfect" in inverted commas as I am a very moody hormonal bitch at times!)

It makes me feel good to have a natural rhythm month by month.......it is predictable & a sure sign that my hormones and my body are all working as they should. Hormonal bitch or not.

And the new age hippy earth mother in me loves the fact that is all connected with the moon and the tides.....

After having three successful pregnancies and giving birth totally  naturally to three beautiful children, dare I say I am actually proud of my body and its female cycle, in as much as it is a thing I do so well.......

BUT, it really DOES make me cranky to see whose scales shoot up just before "that time of the month".

Regardless of how diligent I have been with my food intake, and despite my exerted efforts with exercise, it seems irrelevant 3 days before my period is due, as I know the sales will show me at least 0.5g heavier regardless!?
Grrrrrrrrrr!

But I am still a goddess, so I guess I'll accept it........and take the "win" in about 6 days time when my body's tidal level returns to normal!


Saturday, 16 February 2008

Swiss Ball...........

Nope, not cheese....but one of these:











I have ordered one from Ebay.

I need to address my middle bits!

Generally I never lose any weight from my boobs....they are average-ish sized and never seem to change regardless of my body weight. This doesn't bother me. So, the bit that I am thinking that will need the most work is the middle region.......abs, baby belly, hips and bum.



Burlesque is REALLY not my thing, so the Swiss Ball it is.

I have also ordered a DVD to go with it, so we shall see how I go with that!

I figure I loved the fit ball when I was in labour, so this may be a "match" for me......