Unplug

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October… my favourite month of all, and it’s just about done in a couple of days. Sigh!

How is everyone doing? Are you enjoying this season too as much as I do?

Welcome to my blog and my nomadic posts, which bears a magicians commonly used phrase – “now you see me, now you don’t.”

Every year since after our 2nd year wedding anniversary which is on the 7th of October, I’ve been doing a social media sabbatical. I took it to the next level the following year and asked my husband to join me into an electronic sabbatical during the time that we were away for our anniversary and my birthday (October 11th). We turned off our phones. No screens. Just a good old fashion radio to keep us company, plus a box of 1500 puzzle pieces, and a good book! Fast forward 4 years, and I still do that. I unplug. One time, I took more than a year and a half off of Facebook. I just didn’t open it. In all honesty, it wasn’t that hard. It’s actually liberating! I found so much time in my hand to read, and craft, and write, and do other things that are far more important than being online wasting my life away.

I did the same thing this year. No Facebook.

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And she’s 2!

Edward’s Monthly Updates

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July had been the busiest month of our summer. Home projects, visits from family and friends from far away, and 2 birthdays, among other things, kept our schedule pretty full. We survived the craziness of it all with so many sleepless nights (I’m glad none of us got sick!) and wonderful memories.

So pardon me if I had been AWOL for a while till now.

I have so many things I want to share with you that I don’t even know where to begin.

Let’s start of with Edward’s monthly updates. He is now 6 months old so you can see how much I have been slacking on keeping you guys posted. Almost an entire 2 months, and not a single peep from yours truly! So to our family and friends reading this, thank you for patiently waiting.

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Edward’s 4th Month Update

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June 21st was not just the longest day of the year, it was also the day our dear Edward turned 4 months! Shortly after breakfast that day, we drove to the more private part of the Southampton beach. Edward fell asleep in his car seat so we left him buckled, took the seat with us, and prepped him under the shade facing the water.

The beach was extremely quiet. No other people in sight, but us. His dad and his dad’s friend visiting us from Germany wrestled in the sand; while his sisters and I collected some shells to pass the time. Edward woke up eventually, and happily watched everything that was going on.

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Where is the beauty in the Now?

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Where is the Beauty in the Now?

by Zhi Olson

 

Where is the beauty in the now?

Is it in the fresh snow covering the ground?

Or in the infectious laughter of a toddler running around?

Could it be in the warmth of the fireplace with its flickering flames?

Or in the innocent face of a newborn sleeping, and its delicate frame?

 

Where is the beauty in the now?

Is it in the honest apology for something done wrong?

Or in the gentle embrace of forgiveness and a beautiful song?

Perhaps it is in the sweet scent of a baby’s breath after nursing?

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Edward’s Baby Photos

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I’d like to get this post out before March officially ends. I had so many unwritten drafts tucked in my mind, I am seriously having a mental overload of what I wish to write but never got to. I keep reminding myself that this is temporary. That someday I will be able to pen them down. Yes. Someday. Maybe. With 3 kiddos age 3 and below, who knows when that might be.

Of course a lot has happened since my last post was published. I am not getting into grueling details of what had transpired during those weeks. I fear I might bore you to death if you ever do read any of my blurbs from beginning to end. And for those who actually do, thank you for reaching out to me and sending me your private messages. I am very encouraged by your words. Just knowing the fact that someone actually read them brings me joy. One of the comments I received was someone reading my last post thrice. Have you seen how long it was? If not, go ahead and read it so we can both say “wow”. That’s commitment there, I tell you. As moms we are connected in so many ways. Thank you for sharing this journey with me! Continue reading

It’s a Boy!

I was 3 days over my due date when contractions finally started around 5:30 in the morning. They were about 10-12 minutes apart lasting a minute or less. At 7 AM I decided to take a warm shower. This time the contractions were getting closer together and getting a little bit more intense. My husband paged my midwife on call. She called us within minutes and she spoke to me and listened as I had my contractions. We agreed to meet at the birthing center around 9:30.

I had breakfast with the girls as my husband prepared the stuff we needed to bring with us. As soon as we were all set, we drove our girls to a friend’s house, and off we went to the birthing center, which was about a 40 minute drive. The contractions got to 4 minutes apart and more intense, but still manageable.

When we finally arrived at the birthing center, my midwife was already there waiting for us. I used the exercise ball a lot when I felt the contractions starting up again and walked around when it eases up. I was 8 cm dilated but cervix was still intact. My husband and I decided that if my water doesn’t break on its own around 1 PM, we would ask the midwife to intervene and break it. At 1:20 PM, Brianna, my attending midwife, broke my water. The contractions quickly became more extreme, I started grunting. The excruciating pain that I felt assured me that I am going to meet my baby soon. Barb, the other midwife that was there to assist Brianna, helped me gain back control of my breathing. I started pushing half an hour after my water broke. I pushed as arduous as I could! It was a grueling pain… but a pain with a purpose indeed! A part of me wanted to run away from the pain. My whole body twitched in agony. I clenched my husband’s hand with my left hand and the sidebar of my bed with my right as the waves of searing pain surged into my back, around my abdomen, and down below.

When I finally felt the baby’s head came out, I felt a huge sigh of relief. I waited for that quick gush of slimy body coming out of me, but that didn’t happen. That’s when I knew something was not right.

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