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i’m. tired.

so tired. so very tired. which feels like a joke because i’m thinking that i’m tired now… and this isn’t even it. this is only just the beginning. i feel like i could sleep forever right now, and i realise… i won’t GET to sleep forever. what a lovely joke.

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so last wednesday i had my regular 38 week check-up with my midwife and OB. i had a combination of things that warranted them wanting to go ahead and admit me to the hospital for observation and a 24 hour collection analysis. the midwife told me to go home, pack my overnight bag- and bring the baby things for the labour ward in case they had to induce or do an emergency c-section. oi!
i cried. mostly because i knew that everything was okay and i didn’t want to go to the hospital..
so i came home. packed the bags. and ate ice cream right out of the tub. ha! i deserved it.

and then we went on to the hospital. blood pressure checked- and guess what? it was perfect. urine checked- and guess what? perfect.
can i go home now? do i really have to stay the night?
no. and yes.

sigh. i know.. i know. so better safe than sorry. and i was so very glad that they were being proactive and taking all the precautions with me to ensure that i didn’t have pre-eclampsia. but still.. guuuh.
i was given a room with another girl- who was lovely by the way. and i said a tearful goodbye to steven… who i ended up texting all night because i missed him. we’re pathetic.

but see, i couldn’t even begin the 24 hour thing yet. i had to wait until morning before that started. guh. in total, i was at the hospital for 45 hours…
and all is perfectly well, healthy, normal, lovely with baby and myself. thank goodness.

i guess it was a practice run- a preview of the hospital and care. (one that i would happily do without. but. useful nonetheless)

i figured out what else i need to have packed in my bag. (and to. you know.. have those bags packed and ready because situations change quickly… ha!)
that the midwives are all so. so very lovely.
that the beds in the labour ward are comfortable. but the ones in the maternity ward.. however. are not.
that the tea they serve upstairs is too weak, but you can at least get a cup of decent tea downstairs in the cafeteria for 1 euro.
and that i despise the book ‘committed‘ by elizabeth gilbert. (i adored eat pray love.. i read it three times. but this… oh. i was ready to throw it in the bin more than once. i guess i was just expecting more of an inspiration. journey…something. )

right before i was discharged to go home, a woman was wheeled past our room- she was so sweaty, hair all dishevelled, looking exhausted… with the biggest, proudest grin on her face… and a baby wrapped in a towel. her husband followed behind her with a big grin and their bags in his arms. this beautiful mini parade-such a high, their lives transformed.

sigh.. in a week or two, that will be us…

emerging on the journey

last night i had dreams of blood.

thick red rivers of blood streaming from between my thighs. i could almost feel the coolness of it-as i woke up in a panic. checking between my legs, checking the sheets to make sure that it wasn’t really happening. getting up and going to the toilet to make sure that nothing was going on.

the dream disturbed me in a way so completely different from any other ‘anxiety’ dream of pregnancy/birth/motherhood. it wasn’t like the dreams of forgetting my baby, not knowing where i left her, someone taking her, not knowing how to feed her, giving birth to a fake baby. all of those typical stupid dreams that every pregnant woman has- that just tinges with anxiety.

this dream was entirely something else. so powerful and crude, scary and exhausting. it completely shook me. and i spent the day crying, under a dark cloud… hands to my belly for every movement. and even as she’d move- it wouldn’t bring me the comfort that i needed.

after a while of thinking about it, trying to figure out why i felt so shitty.. so down. so unsure. so unwell. e-mailing some of my beautiful tribe, and just letting it out. bawling… i crawled into bed with my husband, who just cuddled me. breathed with me. and helped me to fall asleep for a nap that my body so needed.

and still i dreamt of the blood.

at first, confused, hurt.. upset. my mind immediately went to the fears and doubts of:

when will the badness come?
this pregnancy has been so beautiful and easy and wonderful. the struggle to get pregnant meant that the beginning of this journey i was prepared for the worst. i was prepared, and each month proven wrong. each month- my body blossomed in such beautiful ways. helping me to find the confidence that i so needed. that i so deserved.  helping me to love this entire process and to trust. to have the faith… to believe in myself, and believe in birth. in life.

and then with these dreams, i was reminded- i have had it easy with this pregnancy… and we’re almost to an end… does that mean that something bad is bound to happen…. what is it going to be. how bad is it going to be… it’s almost inevitable.

the sudden fears of you-know-what.

and i didn’t want to think that way. i don’t deserve to think that way…

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one of my tribe answered back; that blood is a force. of life and death.

after churning it around more. finding what all of this unsettled feeling means to me. what this blood means to me.

i finally feel like i’ve come to it. like i understand it… and now, can honour it.

this is an end. and a beginning.
like the blood- a force of life and death.

this pregnancy is coming to an end,
which is both life and death… both figuratively and literally.
i’ll stand on the threshold of both when i give birth.
giving myself over to both sides of life.
it will be the end, and the beginning…

the space inside my body that has grown and cocooned this life will be left empty.
and my empty arms will then be made full…
a transition from one world to another

the blood and the dream all make sense now,
i can’t control any of it…
it will all flow out from between my legs
and will be equally life and death.
celebration and mourning.

and that makes sense to me,
this uneasy feeling i have- how unsure i feel. this process of letting go.
excited to experience all of this,
because i have confidence in my body. i have confidence in birth.
excited to meet her… for our story to unfold. to begin
but realising that i have also to let go of what is now,
to come face to face with the reality of what that means.
i will no longer carry her inside my body…
i will no longer harvest a life inside.

the full circle of coming to an end, and also a beginning.
the moon’s waxing and waning.
a full string of mixed emotions…
being amazed and overwhelmed
upset and joyous
mourning and celebrating.

and now, i feel.. like i can begin.
washing away this process. letting go this emotional plug
i feel like i kind of just have to deal with it- and sit with it. and cry all day with it. to work through and figure out what it really means to me- what emotional block i’m holding onto.
to begin letting go of it,
and allowing her to sink down lower between my hips
so we can begin this dance together
where we both come to the most primal of our beings…

i know in every fiber of my being that this birth will be beautiful and powerful and change me completely…
i feel strong. and confident and… like nothing will stop me.

and on the other side, we will emerge.
two completely new people.
both with stories of the past…
and begin building our story together of the present.

full circle.

loving where you are

right now.

in this moment. loving every thing about yourself…

knowing that there are things you’d love to change, but not letting those things stop you from really fully loving what you have, who you are… everything.

this journey has taken me to another level with my body.

revelling in this shell. fully appreciating these curves. these lumps and bumps and yums and scars.

and this:

i was looking through pictures last night and found that one from 16 weeks and thought ‘oh my cute little body! it’s so adorable… oh… i love that’

and those are words that i never used to describe my body. cute. little. adorable. love.

but LOOK AT IT. i mean. haha sorry. you don’t have to tell me anything about my body.

what i’m saying is- i never saw myself… i never loved what i saw.

this journey, with my body changing every day.. so quickly. has really opened my eyes to what my body really looks like… has made me fall in love with my body. has made me get to know it and appreciate it on so many levels.

i love that body before.

i love this body now.

and i’m excited to love this body after…

and i want you, and everyone i know to really start seeing themselves now. today. not the pictures of the past of ‘when i was the right size/shape/weight’

because we never fully appreciate what we have until it’s gone, and that’s just a shame.

especially when we’re living in such beautiful bodies today.

reflect.ion

i catch my reflection in the glass door, and suddenly realise ‘oh yeah… that’s my body’

the same curves i painted over and over again… that swift, smooth curve of breast and baby bump.

that shape i craved and longed for… that i looked at and cried over. that shape that meant so much to me.

i roll out of bed and sit on the ledge, building some energy to lift myself off the bed. but for that moment, my belly sits against my thighs. round.

…i walk down the stairs, carefully holding onto the railing and a hand gliding along the wall. from my view straight down the stairs- i’m carrying a ball under my tight shirt.

those moments hit, and i realise how… a year ago, i was only dreaming of this.

a year ago, i was only dreaming about being pregnant. holding my baby…

and here i am, cradling my baby deep in my body. soon to be cradling her in my arms, against my breast.

the reflection has changed so quickly, but at the same time- i can’t remember what my body looked like before…

a body i will never have again. it will forever be changed by the journey carved from this babe.

a body that i am so in love with… something i really never thought i’d say, and mean.

mama gift ideas

so, i’m not a mama yet. but i feel like i have a pretty good idea about what some mamas want, need, or would really just love to have- so i’ve put together a few sweet gift ideas to share!

for mama:

Clutch organizer- fill it with a journal or address book, some stationary, pen, and a little book of stamps. Help mama stay organized and keep all of her thank you notes, baby announcements, and grocery lists all in one place.  Make up a card to place inside that has the phone numbers for her midwife, labor department, GP, and local lactation consultant

Nursing necklace- so baby has something to play with and keep them focused. Plus, it’s pretty..and jewellery that isn’t fragile and won’t risk breaking. Might keep sticky little fingers from tugging on your hair when nursing.

Ceramic eco travel mug- remind mama to stay hydrated. A gorgeous way to enjoy a morning cup of tea. Gift it with some raspberry leaf, and mothers milk tea. OR Hot cold travel mug- so mama will always have her water with her. Looking after everyone but herself, mamas get dehydrated- and fast. A good milk supply is established with mama looking after herself and keeping herself well hydrated.

Cucumber depuffer eye serum- help mama feel like she has some control over her sleepless night, puffy tired eyes.

Pretty journal- to keep track of anything her mama brain might need reminding of. Whether that’s the last feeding time, what needs to be picked up at the grocery, and all those little thoughts that come to mind about baby that you want to remember forever..

Kimono empire maxi dress- easy to slip on, cozy, elegant. And nursing friendly.

Slippers- something gorgeous. Mama doesn’t have to go around the house feeling frumpy, wearing holy pajama pants and fluffy bunny slippers.

Woven baby wrap- so mama can keep baby close, safe, and warm. And still have two hands free.

All purpose healing salve- sometimes you can e-mail the maker and ask for a bit of lanolin to be added for an extra layer of protection for sore nipples.

Other ideas-

On the go kit- a pretty make-up bag or clutch with travel sized essentials. Include tweezers, a pair of fold-able scissors, tyelnol, hand sanitizer, hand lotion, wet wipes, wet bag for soiled clothes, bandaids, antiseptic salve, washable breast pads, granola bar, coin purse for emergency change. (comes in handy when you suddenly realise that you haven’t had anything to eat or drink, and you have a vending machine near). Packed and ready to store in her diaper bag.

A fit mama makes for easier labor-

a yoga/exercise ball is a cheap investment that is not only great during pregnancy- to help keep back straight, ease hip and back pain, and build core muscles. But is also a great tool to use during labor- to keep moving and take pressure off hips. replace sitting on a desk chair with your yoga ball, especially during the last few months of pregnancy.

Prenatal yoga- instructors help mamas move their bodies in a way to benefit and ease the discomforts that come with being pregnant. Helping you learn to breathe properly, especially helpful for birth. You always have your breath.  Gorgeous yoga tote/diaper bag

Gift of photography- a gift certificate for a maternity session or newborn session. Some photographers will do a discount if you purchase both together. Many mamas forget to have pictures taken of their gorgeous pregnant curves. Some feel a little self conscious in their new body- but one day will look back, thankful that they had those precious moments captured.  Try to find a photographer who is independent (not a generic studio photographer), and will travel to your house for newborn sessions. Mama is less stressed being at home, baby feeds off of mama’s emotions… and, as a photographer- I find that there’s extra sentiment at shooting in the persons home- finding things in their house that mean so much to them that can be incorporated into the photos. It’s ideal for newborn photo shoots to take place within the two weeks, so please make sure to stay in contact with your photographer to keep a date open for you.

for labouring and post-partum mama:

Relaxing scents/ massage oils

Post-partum recovery kit-  prepared or home-made kit,  include bottom spray or peri bottle, herbal sitz bath, ibuprofen (safe to take while breast feeding), witch hazel pads, dry shampoo, washable breast pads, really delicious chocolate ; )
for c-section recovery kit include a belly wrap, hot/cold compress, healing salve, dry shampoo, washable breast pads, delicious chocolate. and plenty of support.
for both- volunteering to drop meals off, run a load of laundry, vacuum/sweep floors. a basket of fruits that are easy on digestion- apples, pears, plums, peaches, dried apricots, bananas

Hot & cold compress- will come in good use for post-partum recovery as well.

Positive affirmations- birth & mama mantras

Rescue remedy

Mixed dried fruits and nuts- for energy during labor.

Something for mamas to consider: Birth photography

Exercise- help to get back into shape and feel better about yourself. Healthy, fit and happy mama. Jillian Michaels 30 day shred is getting rave reviews. A membership to a local fitness class, or knowledge that baby will have someone to take care of him/her for 30 minutes while mama goes for a brisk walk. I hear that carrying a baby burns more calories compared to pushing a baby in a stroller. So even if you don’t have someone to mind the baby when it’s a good time to go walking, put baby in a wrap/carrier and enjoy the fresh air.

what’s something that you found useful or lovely to have?  what would you normally give your pregnant friends?

bebe gift ideas

continued from mama gift ideas-

New baby gift ideas:

Amber teething necklace

Baltic amber necklaces are to be worn against the skin, where the amber heats against the wearers body heat- allowing the oils and natural healing properties of amber to be absorbed into the skin. It is not intended for chewing, and should only be worn while teething child is under supervision- and removed while sleeping. These necklaces are easy to break off quickly should the need be, and every amber piece includes a knot so beads wont scatter.  one of my friends sent me one and says that it makes all the difference for her little one : )

Baby bottom salve

Custom boppy cover

yes please! Boppy is a support pillow for helping with nursing, bottle feeding, lounging, giving baby support in sitting up, and easing into tummy time.

Peace t-shirt

Minky love

Adorable hat

wood teether

something handmade, booties, hat, sweater, blanket… that will be kept in the family.

Baby bath wash

something natural and gentle for baby’s delicate skin. try to stay away from anything with added fragrance.

Medicine Kit- gripe water, teething gel/tablets, nasal aspirator, nail scissors, rectal digital thermometer, teether, infant Tylenol, infant Motrin, baby sunscreen, calamine lotion, Vaseline, antibacterial cream,  tweezers, oral syringe, baby& children’s first-aid/CPR manual.

What every mama should know, and be reminded of-

You’re beautiful.

You are not alone.

You are the perfect mother for your baby.

Your health and well being is just as important as baby’s. If you aren’t coping well in yourself, how are you expected to take care of a baby? Guilt and responsibility make mama’s feel like they should put baby first- and sacrifice her own well being… which can lead to an often avoidable, yet treatable postpartum depression.  Baby needs mama to take care of herself too.

Follow your instincts. If you’re unsure about what you are doing is right- seek wisdom from gentle, supportive people. But remember that what worked for them might not work for you. Follow your gut- you are almost always right. You and baby were made for each other. Believe it.  you’re an animal underneath all of that- your mama animal instincts kick in and know what to do.

thirty three

waking up this morning, fresh out of a dream about my babe. i scoot to the edge of the bed, bare feet to the wood floor. naked belly and breasts exposed… i look down and notice how incredibly big my belly is this morning. round. separate from me, yet all mine.

my silvery stretch marks continue branching upwards, light pink new growth flowing from these old scars.

thirty three weeks. my babe, thirty three…

my hips are loosening, expanding for their upcoming job. my body becoming a gateway from one world into the next.

we prepare for your arrival, sweet one…. by dreaming about you. i’m certain that there really is no way to prepare for you, because once you are here- the world will be different, and my heart will have been changed forever… you will show me what you need. most of all, i believe that you’ll simply need me to trust myself.

this pregnancy has been an entire lesson on finding trust in myself and in my body. i’m so grateful for that, because i feel like it gives me confidence and trust in myself and my body for birth and mamahood.

i’ve been reading a few of ina may’s books for childbirth, i immersed myself and found a passion in birth well before you found your way to my womb… a pull in my heart towards birth- like it was something that i helped women with in a past life… like it may be a path in my future.

but for your birth, for our birth… i’ve decided to stop reading. i want to know enough to make educated decisions, to have the confidence and know what is going on to say ‘is there an alternative we can try first…‘ or simply ‘can i have a little bit more time’.  i want to know enough, because it’s something i love… but be naive enough to simply flow. to not over analyse what is going on. to let go of mind and sink into body. to trust my body, and to also trust the women who will be taking care of me.

i find there’s so many judgements in the mamaworld. whether you give birth at home or hospital, natural or epidural, bottle or breast, sling or stroller… co sleep or nursery down the hall, home made food or jarred. blah blah blah- it’s never ending. i get so tired of it. women who have forgotten that we’re all in this together. we’re all going through our own trials and tribulations. we’re all learning what’s best for us, and for our babies.  and ultimately- as long as mama and baby are both happy and healthy, isn’t that the main thing?

i get so disheartened when i see and hear about women quickly judging another mama for a choice she made in raising her baby. the judgements quickly turn into harsh words about how fit she is to be a mother. two hardcore sides, yelling what is right… when at the bottom of it, there’s one thing that bonds us all- we all love our children. we all want what is best for them, and we make educated decisions that will suit us, our baby, and our family best. we sometimes seek advice, but ultimately- we have to trust ourselves and our decisions. we make mistakes, but that doesn’t mean we don’t love our baby any less. we learn. we grow.  and it’s necessary…

so it’s always refreshing to find other mamas who just… get it. who are compassionate and understanding. who make no judgements. who believe in honouring and trusting ourselves and each other.

i found my birth and mama mantra… wisdom from one goddess mama to her baby girl. but as i read it- i feel like she’s talking to me too…

‘My darling Ostara Light, one day you too might give birth to your own son or daughter.
I want you to know that by hook or by crook, however your child comes in to this world is the way they needed to be born.
You may have a water birth, an induction, a caesarean, an orgasmic birth, an assisted delivery, an active birth, a vaginal birth, an episiotomy, an epidural, an ecstatic birth.
And they are all equal dearest, because they are all still the act of birth.
Your babe’s birth will be an initiation, and you will emerge the warrior mama goddess they need.
You will find strength, courage, grace and faith deep inside you, hidden in mountains and trees.
You can do it, my dearest daughter.
I believe in you, and know you are supported and surrounded by thousands of angels.’

-goddess leonie

and so i sit, and envision how i will breathe… how i will move my hips. how i will hum and moan. how i will look in your dads eyes- and beg him to help me… i envision how i’ll need to call out and deep down inside for the strength and energy. i’m sure that i will lose myself from time to time, needing reassurance that i can, and i will do this. because at the end of all of that hard work, my babe.. i will finally meet you.

this is how i prepare for you. i give myself over to you. trusting my body, and letting go of ideas. honouring that you will come when you are ready, and how you are meant to arrive. i let go of control- because nothing controls the forces of nature, so why would i expect to be able to control the most pivotal moments of mother earth; birth.

i adore the ways you have changed me already… carving me into the mama you need.

{thirty two}

baby moon

we sit at the summer solstice. the sun high in the blue sky.

i ache to be outside, enjoying it… dipping my toes into the cold lake- but this season is never good to me. taunting and teasing with lush sun, and tickling my nose, eyes and throat with something itchy from the earth.

only two moons, my dear one. two moons until you’re predicted to be born.. exactly between an august new moon, and a full.
august’s new moon- 10th (this would bring us to 39 weeks) leo. fire.  passion. strength. creative. stubborn. energy…
august’s full moon- 24th (this would bring us to 41 weeks) virgo. earth. sensitive. compassionate. delicate. worrier. life…

who will come forth?

i’m looking forward to meeting you… holding you. feeding you. looking forward to discovering each other. having you in our arms at last. i’m looking forward to your birth, however it may unfold… to have that chance to unravel myself so completely, surrender, unleash… to learn something deeper about myself. find my primal being…
i’m looking forward to smelling your sweet neck, listening to you breathe at night, holding you to my chest and rocking you, finding the unwritten mysterious history in your pure eyes…

but I’m not ready to give up being pregnant with you just yet… i love it so much, and it’s something i know i will miss… we communicate on a different level in there.
my body bows to you,
gives way,
shape shifts to become what you desire.
i am your vessel…
your body stretches and rolls,
it feels like an ocean contained beneath my skin-
watching these waves roll across.
graceful seal…
you pull me in different directions.
you are the moon, and i am your tide…
or is it the other way around?
my bones will shift as my body has stretched-
birthing the moon, as i ride out the tides.
letting your ocean waves wash over me, crash into me.
pull me out and under, and wash me back on shore again.
reborn. together.
salty sea water. salty tears. salty sweat. salty ocean womb.

divine you. you make me feel beautiful… i am yours.

a healing circle

going through a long process to get pregnant- (in)fertility breaks you. strips away any confidence. makes you lose faith in your body, bones, blood. makes you doubt and question yourself… changes the image in the mirror to someone of disgust. that woman. no longer a friend, no longer recognizable. someone who we don’t recognize, and we don’t want to know… all we know is that she is sad, her body is dried up, and we want her gone. she doesn’t belong to us- not with this rich heart and love that we have to offer… not with this ache we have in our body for our baby… that woman in the mirror doesn’t belong.

and then we had a positive test… the very first thing we breathed was ‘…we work.’ so thankful. so.. just.. sigh of relief. joy. we work.

from then on this confidence grows. i felt, at first, that because of our journey to this babe that pregnancy would not sit well with my body… that we’d have bigger challenges to face through this. when the opposite seems to be true. my body blossoms and grows, and with every new change i’m in awe.. in love.. that woman in the mirror- i remember her with compassion and understanding… but her negative words, her voice. her doubts.. they’re gone. i feel fruitful. fertile. prolific.

my womb harvests an ocean.
salty sacred solution… the beginning.
swimming, a force.
a blue aura being glowing, suspended. light. slippery, life.

my own salty tears stain my cheeks
in happiness, unbelievable joy.
once lost and afraid in my body, in a silent womb… and now completely in awe. a confidence grows that i never knew i could own…

my body is life.
my womb is life.
i am a vessel.
a muse manifests herself deep with my seed.

i go back through pictures i had taken during the journey. words i wrote along with them as my therapy. i’m so grateful that i documented that… that i took pictures of my naked body that i felt failed in. i’m grateful that i have those raw words.

i knew in my heart, even then through all of that, that one day i would be able to look back at that girl and that I would wish she’d be more gentle with herself… more kind and loving to herself.

and here i stand with those thoughts. my arms wide open for her, ready to wrap her up and embrace her… show her how beautiful her body is-that she is not a prisoner… that she is not anything less. i know that at the time the comfort would only last for a little while- because looking in the mirror with a magnifying glass and ugly words seems to block out everything else..

i’m most grateful that i have it all documented. my therapy. my body. it was the only way for me to get through our fertility journey… i feel stronger, more beautiful, more confident, more aware, more grateful than i think i ever could be without it…

prelude

the blubbering hormonal mama tears come flooding in

i think ‘we’re going to be a family…’

that fantasy of us, so simply- the three of us on the couch or in bed together. a little bundle between steven and i- it’s all coming true in roughly two months time…

we stand in the living room, my arms draped around him- hugging and swaying. and then he says something about how his family is all right there in his arms.

*sigh*

and isn’t it so simple and divine.. this love that manifests itself so deeply with every twist and turn in my belly. i get to experience it wholly in my body, and then i also get to experience it through his eyes, his excited smile, his hands as they cup my belly… he gave this to me, and i am giving it to him.

the prelude…

sucks the breath from my body. i have no words… so. so in love.

here we stand with our niece and nephew.. my belly swimming with life. i see this. recognize this… want this. that could be us in years time…

this is us now.

witnessing him fall absolutely in love with our niece when she was a tiny wee babe… seeing her fall right back in love with him- bashful eyes and the biggest smile. his girl. maybe i’m biased…she’s always been my heart. but there is something about the two of them together that leaves me… speechless? i don’t know. i can’t put it into words.

i can’t even imagine what it’ll be like to watch him fall in love with our own girl… our own babe. his. mine…

falling in love with him all over again.

our family. neatly. right here.. all in his arms.

le sigh..