Apr 5 2016

36 weeks

36 weeks.

Two weeks past when I had Lucy, and baby is still cooking.  It’s crazy to think that at this point with Lucy, she was born, had been transferred to a new hospital, had one surgery and was only just starting tube feeds.

The last few weeks have been pretty wearing.  Easter is always a busy time for Pastors (and their wives!) but add in to that a toddler with health problems, a renovation and a pregnancy (that is technically considered high risk and has been highly monitored) and we are t-i-r-e-d.  March had 11 (ELEVEN) doctors appointments between me and Lucy.  The good news is that the Easter craziness is over, our renovations are getting close to being complete (or at least, close to us being able to switch all the bedrooms around which is what matters right now), Lucy has a diagnosis with her health problems (more on that later), and baby is healthy and still in my tummy (though it feels like both my hips are dislocated at this point).

So far, April only has 6 doctors appointments, but at the end of the month there is a due date!  I have a feeling it will be the slowest/quickest month ever.  If that even makes sense.

We still don’t really have anything ready for babies room.  I painted a picture and made some change pad covers…today I will paint Lucy’s old dresser.  But he still doesn’t have a bedroom!  Perhaps by next week.  Late next week. Perhaps….maybe.


Feb 7 2016

28 weeks

28 weeks (yesterday) and trucking along.  Things are progressing really well (and going so fast!) We’ve gotten to see baby a lot at ultrasounds because of my history with Lucy, and from what it looks like Baby has a perfectly formed heart and intestines (along with everything else!)  He is measuring at exactly the 50th percentile, so we’re not expecting a giant (yay for labor!)

I don’t really feel like my belly has gotten a lot bigger since last time, but maybe it is just how I’m standing here.  Baby moves SO much and I’m starting to think that either A) I’m hyper sensitive, because I never see my other pregnant friends twitch constantly, and surely their babies are kicking too… OR B) Baby is just a full on hyperactive ninja.

Here’s my picture for 28 weeks from Lucy!



Jan 13 2016

24 weeks.

24 weeks last Saturday!

I totally forgot got lazy and never did a 20 week picture.  In my defence, 20 weeks was around Christmas time (busy!) and I had the WORST cold/plague that I’ve had in years, and I’m still getting over it.  Huzzah for month long sickness!

I was going to announce at the 20 week picture what we are having, but better late than never, right?  So without further adieu, (and if you care/don’t know already)…baby #2 is a boy!

Dave and I both had a feeling from the beginning–same as when I was pregnant with Lucy.  Funny how that works!  I’m feeling pretty good all things considering.  This pregnancy is much better than Lucy’s pregnancy.  I’m being monitored a lot closer due to her issues, but so far everything is looking very normal!  Baby boy kicks and punches and rolls ALL DAY LONG.  The ultrasound technicians have all told me I’m lucky to have an anterior placenta (meaning it’s on the front, cushioning the kicks) otherwise I might be going crazy by now.

We are in the thick of more renovations in the house right now so that we can have a space for baby when he comes.  I’m a little sad that I can’t help out, because goodness knows I love to swing a sledgehammer in to a wall…but apparently it’s not a good idea to do those things when you are pregnant.

All in all, things are progressing well and we are excited for whats to come!



Oct 30 2015


We are getting ready for Halloween over here!  Normally I wouldn’t wear a costume…but Baby #2 insisted on it.  (incidentally, Lucy insisted on NOT wearing her costume.  She was bribed with chocolate milk to keep it on.) 

Super excited to be expecting baby two!  I am due sometime around the end of April beginning of May.  Although we know from experience (*ahem…Lucy*) that babies never show up when you expect.



Nov 2 2013

introducing: lucy ann.

My ideal birth was that of an Ina May story.  All natural, in a comfortable setting (I initially wanted a home birth, something my husband ended up vetoing for our first) and laboring in water.

But instead, I got the most opposite of opposite experiences one could imagine.

In the last 3 weeks of being pregnant I got huge.  I went from fitting tight in maternity clothes to having about two or three stretchy things that still barely fit.  I was so uncomfortable and could barely move around properly.  I attributed this to me just being a wimp and soldiered on.  I also was experiencing braxton hicks a LOT.  My midwife said that some women just get them more and unless the got more frequent and stronger it wasn’t too concerning, so I tried to take it easy as much as I could handle (although in retrospect, I was a total busy body and didn’t take it easy at all).

On September 13th, when I was 34 weeks pregnant I noticed that I was having (what I thought was) braxton hicks fairly regularly.  I normally wouldn’t have been concerned about them, but these seemed a bit more intense than normal.  I spent the day laying on the couch, drinking water and timing them.  They were about 4-5 minutes apart but never got more intense or closer together.  Because I was only 34 weeks and stubborn I kept telling myself that it was fine and I just needed to suck it up.

On September 15th, I was beyond uncomfortable.  I had no idea how it would be possible for me to make it another 6 weeks.  At church that morning I told a friend that I would have my baby the next day.  We laughed and she teased me that first time moms usually go late.  The thought of being pregnant for up to 8 more weeks was overwhelming.

That evening we were having a family get together with my family.  One of my brothers and his family were moving to Montreal later that week so this was the last shindig with everyone before Christmastime.  He had noticed that my belly felt especially hard that night and noted to his wife that he thought something was off with me.  When they left, I joked that I’d have the baby quickly before they moved so he could see her.  As we were wrapping up the evening, my husband got a phone call from his mom who said that his sister had just had her baby, and we could come down to the hospital to visit that night.  I told him I was really tired and just wanted a quick visit because I needed to get some rest.  One of my other sisters-in-law told me (as we walked out the door) that I might as well have the baby while I was there.

If only we knew what was about to happen.

When we arrived in the hospital room of my husbands sister I made a point of staying out of the way and keeping to myself.  I had been so uncomfortable and whiny but this was my sister-in-law’s time and I didn’t want to make a scene.  Her boyfriend obviously noticed that I looked uncomfortable and got me a glass of water.

A few minutes after that…

I exploded.

Thankfully there was a nurse in the room when it happened.  Everyone was shouting “Her water! Her water!”   The nurse, realizing right away what was happening, grabbed me and pulled me into the washroom, stripped me down, put a gown on me and brought me to triage.  The entire way down the hall I was like a faucet on full blast.  The nurses later said they had never seen so much water come out of a person before (I apologized profusely to the nurses as I was being dragged down the hall, slipping in the amniotic fluid).

Needless to say, I was completely and totally shell shocked.  I kept saying “This wasn’t in the plan.  This wasn’t supposed to happen today.”

They hooked me up to a monitor to make sure that Lucy was still ok, and she was.  My midwife was called, and the on call OB was brought in to assess the situation.  I told the OB right away that I thought the baby was breech.  My midwife felt around, and the OB felt around and the both said that I was wrong and that baby was head down.  I felt such a relief.  I could still have the birth that I wanted.  The OB said she wanted to do a quick ultrasound though to confirm position.  Unfortunately, I was right in my intuition.  What they thought was Lucy’s head was her bum.  A c-section was imminent, and my midwife unfortunately agreed.  I tried to fight it and asked if they could move her, but with all the amniotic fluid gone it was not only virtually impossible, but excruciatingly painful.  At this time, I should point out, I was also in hard labor and experiencing contractions every 2-3 minutes.  I thankfully had the wherewithal to get my husband to contact my birth photographer (Jaydene of Cradled Creations Birth Photography) who came down right away, so that we could at least get a few shots of the process.

At just after midnight, I was wheeled down to the OR, still in denial that I was about to have a baby.  They asked me questions about family history and spinals, to which I honestly couldn’t remember if there was problems in my family with being put out.  I later remembered as they were about to do the incision that there had been issues with my dad and one of my brothers waking up while in surgery.  I immediately panicked and told my husband “Don’t let them cut me open!!  I don’t know what’s going to happen!!” and then seconds later I heard Lucy’s cries.  I had no idea they were even doing anything.

Lucy was wrapped up and brought to me a couple minutes later.  They kept saying how much she looked like me, but all I could see was the teeniest bit of her face since her little hat was way too big on her.

Lucy was placed in the NICU immediately for a heightened heart rate and temperature and put on antibiotics, since the doctors thought she may have had an infection.  Thankfully, all her tests came back clean of infection.  But that was just the beginning of Lucy’s story…

When she was just two days old, one of the nurses noticed that her stomach looked distended and checked to see how much was in it.  Unfortunately she discovered that everything we had fed Lucy in the last two days had just stayed in her stomach and hadn’t been digested.  The pediatrician was called and did another check and agreed that there was some sort of blockage.  He also noticed an irregularity with her heartbeat.  They were not set up to deal with these kinds of issues in our local hospital, so she was sent straight to the BC Childrens Hospital in Vancouver an hour away from where we live.  We were set up to stay at some government funded housing that is 4 blocks away from the hospital.

Test after test, diagnosis after diagnosis and eventually what the doctors have come up with is this: 1, Lucy has a heart murmur; (a VSD, or ventricular septal defect).  This will likely require heart surgery when she is 3-6 months old depending on her size and how it’s affecting her.

2, Lucy’s stomach and intestines did not connect properly when forming (called duodenal atresia) When she was being scanned, the technician asked if I had excess fluid when she was born (ha!  Try, an entire ocean-full!)  She explained that when there is a block in the intestines, the levels of amniotic fluid just keep getting higher and higher, eventually leading to premature rupture of membranes. She had surgery to correct it when she was 6 days old.  It took her 12 days before she was able to start eating food again, and even then it was only by tube.  By the time Lucy started eating orally she was almost a month old!  Learning that skill has been slow going and quite difficult.  Because the doctors didn’t want to push her with her heart condition we were only allowed a small amount of time to work on oral feeds initially.  At 5 1/2 weeks we were finally approved for a transfer back to the Abbotsford hospital where we would spend the next week working on getting Lucy to feed 100% orally.  After what felt like forever and a day, Lucy was finally approved for discharge at 6 1/2 weeks old.

Feeding is still a challenge.  Not only is Lucy not fabulous at it (she spurts everywhere, even with a slow nipple), but the doctors want her to be getting a certain number of calories a day (in order for her to be of an adequate size for her surgery).  This means that strictly breastfeeding is out of the question because everything (or mostly everything) that Lucy takes in has to be fortified with extra calories.  Which means pumping up to 8 times a day, then mixing that with a powder, then feeding Lucy.  To make things slightly more simple, we have decided to give some feeds formula (which smells gross and I wish we didn’t have to).

We are happy (understatement?) to be home with our little one.  The only way we managed through the last 6 weeks was with the prayers and support of so many people.  We can’t thank you all enough for everything.

So because Lucy is so freaking cute, our way of showing our utter gratitude to everyone is an overload of pictures of her.