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MacBoy's Birth Story<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2oht01cnMaRyjA15C07lStQ36cUZUoYc47rAV_JQdYhr3fn5OjM_I6Jq9bHxtG-M3VAoQ_EETXoBnvR4HNj5bW_P3ANcZfF7QswUdtkVtqzBXc13aOcbKYmvzxZ7PDKdIuicYhK0jcqw/s640/blogger-image-1734901492.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2oht01cnMaRyjA15C07lStQ36cUZUoYc47rAV_JQdYhr3fn5OjM_I6Jq9bHxtG-M3VAoQ_EETXoBnvR4HNj5bW_P3ANcZfF7QswUdtkVtqzBXc13aOcbKYmvzxZ7PDKdIuicYhK0jcqw/s640/blogger-image-1734901492.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>Well clearly a lot has changed since my last post! We are now a family of 4! Little JD joined us on Sunday, June 29th, 2014 at 5:57pm weighing in at 7lbs 7oz and 20" long. He was born at 37 weeks, 5 days gestation following a very fast and furious labour and delivery. I'm fairly certain he is perfect in every way, although I am totally biased. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwAecmU6ALCmuxClLEBd65QD5Z45creVRKx_bk6bsfrXK5pOg9_piljvMDohN4QDJgPqXKiE8Rl1Zpx7e68zRFUPcNJdGlh0rhDi00-j0beKIWcgti380qckeyGQWTGtGNQ8u_BT5DWE/s640/blogger-image-2038961341.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwAecmU6ALCmuxClLEBd65QD5Z45creVRKx_bk6bsfrXK5pOg9_piljvMDohN4QDJgPqXKiE8Rl1Zpx7e68zRFUPcNJdGlh0rhDi00-j0beKIWcgti380qckeyGQWTGtGNQ8u_BT5DWE/s640/blogger-image-2038961341.jpg"></a></div><div>Little did I know when I was taking the photo on the left that it would be my last bump photo and the sweet little face on the right would be joining us approximately 24 hours later. </div></div><div><br></div><div>On Saturday, June 28th J and I had a wedding to attend. J was in the wedding party so we kept joking as long as we made it through the wedding, our little man could make his appearance any day after that (I was getting fairly uncomfortable at this point in my pregnancy an the hot, humid southern Ontario summer was not helping). Apparently he took this quite literally. The wedding was wonderful and I had no signs of impending labor at this point... No cramping, nothing. When I woke up on Sunday I was exhausted and a little nauseous but I figured it was due to our very late evening the night before and being a little dehydrated so I headed to the barn for morning milking and carried on as per usual. T was at my in laws and they kindly offered to keep her for a couple more hours so I could take a nap... In hindsight, thank goodness I did! </div><div><br></div><div>After I woke up from my nap I got ready for my friend's daughter's baptism that afternoon. The service started at 1pm and throughout the hour long baptism I noticed a few cramps but they were so sporadic and all over the place I figured it was due to being dehydrated. It was about a billion degrees that day and I knew I hadn't been drinking enough water. After the service I headed home to change for the BBQ that was to follow the baptism and to pick up T. The cramps were still there, but totally manageable and I really, truly thought they were Braxton Hicks. </div><div><br></div><div>We arrived at the BBQ around 3pm. This is when I started to realize these cramps were definitely becoming timeable and lasting longer than before. At this point they were probably 4-5 minutes apart and about 45 seconds long. My friend noticed I wasn't acting like myself and after consulting with her and another guest at the BBQ who happened to be a doula it was decided I should probably head to the hospital to get checked out, just in case. The lovely doula made the comment that I would be "having this baby before dark." At the time I thought no way. I didn't even really think I was in active labour! Haha, jokes on me. </div><div><br></div><div>I texted J around 4pm and told him that we should probably head in to the hospital and that I would drop T at his parents and head home to take a shower, pack a bag (so unprepared!) and see what the contractions did after that. As he was baling hay, I told him not to rush and to aim to be home between 5 and 5:30pm. </div><div><br></div><div>I kinda figured that after a hot shower the contractions would fizzle out and that would be that. Boy, was I wrong! As soon as I got out, it's like they doubled in intensity and were now coming every 2 minutes and lasting about 45 seconds to 1 minute long. At this point I finally clued in that this was the real deal. As soon as J got home he had a quick shower and we left for the hospital around 5:15pm. </div><div><br></div><div>The car ride to the hospital was fairly unbearable as the contractions were one on top of the other and by the time we pulled into the parking lot all I could think about was pushing. I wasn't even sure if I was capable of making it to the second floor to labour and delivery but I did. The nurses were waiting when we arrived as I had called ahead and after spending about 30 seconds in the early labour/triage room I was wheeled to a delivery room where the nurse announced I was fully dilated and he was ready to arrive... And there was no time for an epidural (cue small panic attack). A few seconds later my water basically exploded across the room and one of the poor nurses and then it took all my strength and concentration not to just push him out while we waited for the OB to show up. I swear it took him 5 hours to get there when in reality it was more like 10 minutes. </div><div><br></div><div>Once the OB arrived, I pushed for approximately 3 minutes and JD was born! </div><div><br></div><div>We had arrived at the hospital around 530pm and he was born at 557pm. If I had to do it without drugs at least it was quick!</div><div><br></div><div>As much as I was terrified for a natural delivery, the recovery has been amazing! </div><div><br></div><div>So far, JD is an absolutely wonderful baby. He rarely fusses and sleeps like a champ. T is fairly smitten with her "baby brother" and has been a wonderful big sister (although a little over zealous with the snuggles and kisses... I find myself mindlessly saying "gentle" every time she gets within 3 feet of him). </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1aIfthcR3vlKYEeWnWsvzaeLlYqHOrGbAm7DY6CZVZ2WitB7y30L8fS_sB0g3-zw0Qv8aPsejU2h7udA9t1uTxcWTpndoAx2PzAQXCZf-2cmSo0ItwrcK-NEcT0jMcDq8i9dLBam3nBY/s640/blogger-image--391111421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1aIfthcR3vlKYEeWnWsvzaeLlYqHOrGbAm7DY6CZVZ2WitB7y30L8fS_sB0g3-zw0Qv8aPsejU2h7udA9t1uTxcWTpndoAx2PzAQXCZf-2cmSo0ItwrcK-NEcT0jMcDq8i9dLBam3nBY/s640/blogger-image--391111421.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2QfFDeWc5i1raM6bF4RdiUO1GjklGZ8cP0BL7fI5SHh5WnmEua_6LLSjO3nmz16zGCaAfzwvG8KijkLs5EKrq4iS5zvV5e8WwvkdpE_22_48opavEL84lRLBcHXzM82K-FpiZzL8ktJ8/s640/blogger-image-528742553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2QfFDeWc5i1raM6bF4RdiUO1GjklGZ8cP0BL7fI5SHh5WnmEua_6LLSjO3nmz16zGCaAfzwvG8KijkLs5EKrq4iS5zvV5e8WwvkdpE_22_48opavEL84lRLBcHXzM82K-FpiZzL8ktJ8/s640/blogger-image-528742553.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">We are settling into life as a family as 4 and slowly but surely finding our rhythm. Thank goodness my mom joined us for 5 days after he was born... We ate like kings and T had the best time with her GeeGee. J has been a great support with T as well, taking her for tractor rides to give me a break and making sure I get enough sleep. It truly does take a village to raise a child. </span></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2RCoL3PIf2vPKAes-BU_xvRdJyKK6SuEVvSr4IKPEJkRvMRCOaHmV5PFF_swABXdtZbvMExCzUniUffcpT7IchJj1HMBnVZNSapz2Kz0k6P1qsD6QRwBUcKbgyMc_pAJuGwqsFFjm8E/s640/blogger-image-2037404931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2RCoL3PIf2vPKAes-BU_xvRdJyKK6SuEVvSr4IKPEJkRvMRCOaHmV5PFF_swABXdtZbvMExCzUniUffcpT7IchJj1HMBnVZNSapz2Kz0k6P1qsD6QRwBUcKbgyMc_pAJuGwqsFFjm8E/s640/blogger-image-2037404931.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>And these two are never very from each other... He is the best bodyguard around. </div><div><br></div>Caithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822160813642061055noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483549191448653303.post-15354964118039884072014-05-25T18:30:00.001-07:002014-05-25T18:33:18.079-07:00MacBoy: Another update.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtt3k83X7ToEk_I9yctWIG_mw16QLun7UnZzTd3eFtWuTw2EJEExTL8vcN0f81BxPdCCJ1Tim0Q4_90WLmpcF-DVsxXVm96SqfcUZZdzOEsRO5XWUP0bO3Pnr631x_Eq50P2ZSGONN8RA/s640/blogger-image--1444504719.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtt3k83X7ToEk_I9yctWIG_mw16QLun7UnZzTd3eFtWuTw2EJEExTL8vcN0f81BxPdCCJ1Tim0Q4_90WLmpcF-DVsxXVm96SqfcUZZdzOEsRO5XWUP0bO3Pnr631x_Eq50P2ZSGONN8RA/s640/blogger-image--1444504719.jpg"></a></div><div><br></div>Sweatpants for the win. Every day. </div><div><br></div>How far along: 33ish weeks. (Homestreeeettccchhh, sorta)<br>
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Feeling: Like a water buffalo. Everything is measuring right on track but I just feel so… cumbersome is the best word I can use to describe it. Whenever I drop something, I seriously question the importance of picking it up since it is such a chore to bend over. I get pretty exhausted and winded fairly quickly as well. Buuut besides feeling like I'm 105, I really shouldn't complain too much. Things seem to be ticking along fairly uneventfully.<br>
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Looking forward to: Meeting him! Maybe not the whole labour thing, but the end result will be worth it. 7ish weeks to go!<br>
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Kissing her babies good night, my sweet, tenderhearted girl. </div>
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I can't believe it is already May (although this spring has been fairly craptastic and it still feels like the beginning of April). Soon, we will be extra busy with planting season (if it would ever stop raining), and you know, that whole preparing for a new born thing. I hope to get another MacBoy update done soon… the weeks seem to be ticking by. We are also tackling potty training in the next week or two… add this to the list of things I should have done when I was able to drink. </div>
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<br />Caithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822160813642061055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483549191448653303.post-40850676133742722222014-04-07T08:49:00.001-07:002014-04-07T08:49:41.001-07:00MacBoy: an update<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPnR_SZpQjnp7Z7j61XtgZ_Pbq19GCeG_XXYrv7y9sdpOUSWDJ3-YyrzUUb7P6Db5Dpm0DbEc4VPnbZmJVZ_-J6zQpPfjAkwAnouuXQ_yK1kFgcgO-fN3tkpEHgGHXCDHa3j-dOxY8MVA/s640/blogger-image-1207339123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPnR_SZpQjnp7Z7j61XtgZ_Pbq19GCeG_XXYrv7y9sdpOUSWDJ3-YyrzUUb7P6Db5Dpm0DbEc4VPnbZmJVZ_-J6zQpPfjAkwAnouuXQ_yK1kFgcgO-fN3tkpEHgGHXCDHa3j-dOxY8MVA/s640/blogger-image-1207339123.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This photo was taken a couple weeks ago but it's the last time my hair looked half decent and I didn't feel</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Like a complete slob, so this is the one getting posted! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">How far along: 26 weeks (tomorrow) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Feeling: good! Well, starting to feel kinda hippo like but other than that and some sciatic/hip pain, things are just ticking along. This baby boy is a mover and a shaker, mostly after meals, and it's pretty fun to feel him rumble around in there. Don't really have any notable cravings other than Greek yogurt and fruit. (That sounds far too healthy, so I also throw in assortment of Easter candy to balance it out... Mini eggs are the devil.) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Looking forward to: spring!! It's kinda, sorta, slowly starting to feel more spring like around here. I mean, we aren't busting out the shorts and flip flops but most of the snow has melted and I have downgraded to a "spring" jacket as opposed to a parka suitable for arctic conditions. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Also, being done work. I really don't mind my job and I only work 3 days a week but I'm pretty pumped to be done at the end of the month and just have T and the farm to focus on... Oh and preparing for new baby and all that jazz. (Not having to commute will be a big plus too!) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anxious about: weight gain. It sounds dumb, and is obviously par for the course for a healthy pregnancy but it's something that causes extra anxiety for me. I previously struggled with anorexia as a teenager and while I consider myself "recovered" sometimes those nasty, self deprecating thoughts sneak into my head, mostly when I feel like I have been eating out of control (pretty much all the time lately since I have been SO hungry.) the rational side of me knows that my body is telling me that I am growing a human and need the extra nutrients, but the delusional, anorexic 16 year old in me makes me want to freak out and restrict. Luckily, I have developed a lot of coping mechanisms for these irrational thoughts throughout the years and I have a very supportive, loving husband, but it doesn't make it any easier. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">14ish weeks to go!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Ps. A note about the title: we have a pretty Scottish last name, and like any good Scottish name it starts with a Mac... So MacBoy it is for now!</div>Caithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822160813642061055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483549191448653303.post-79725597308016876352014-03-23T19:12:00.001-07:002014-03-23T19:12:17.608-07:00Holiday.T and I recently got back from a week long vacation on Florida's Gulf coast. This winter has been long. Really long. And this little dose of sunshine and vitamin D was exactly what we needed.<br />
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So I've been a super crap blogger. And while I'm not one for excuses the above is a pretty big reason why I have been MIA. But now that I have surfaced from the first tri nausea and fatigue and am enjoying that golden hour that is the second trimester I'm embracing blogging (and life in general!) again before I reach hippo like proportions.</div>
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Feeling: awesome, and lots of movement, way earlier than I did with T (probably started feeling it around 18 weeks). Most annoying symptom these days is lower back/sciatica pain but I only really notice it if I overdo it in the barn. (Pushing/lifting something heavy).</div>
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Looking forward to: warmer weather. Honestly, this has been the winter from hell. I know I'm Canadian and should suck it up but when the wind chill is -28C in March and it just won't stop snowing I feel like I'm allowed to be over it. Going out to the barn is a ridiculous process of numerous layers for both T and I. My mom, T and I are headed on a beach vacation in a couple weeks and I am counting down the days til flip flops, sundresses and bathing suits. </div>
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It has practically been a decade (at least in baby years) since I wrote an update on you. You have turned into a bigger than life little kid, full of all the spark, wonder, joy (and defiance) that comes along with this whole two year old territory.<br>
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Right now, you are obsessed with all things Disney Princess, Minnie Mouse and baby dolls. And I love it. You are my girly girl… you are only this little once and I think its so great that you have fully embraced the magical world of princesses and fairies.<br>
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But you are also the kid that loves getting dirty in the barn. Miss T, you name your favourite calves (current buddies include "Mighty Mouse", "Minnie", and "Cutie Pie") and count down the minutes until it is calf feeding time. You are followed throughout the barn by your entourage of kitties and your faithful companion, Angus.<br>
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You really dislike the cold (which is unfortunate, since we are in the depths of the Canadian winter). I have to bundle you up for the barn in about a billion layers. Which is ironic, since you are a bit of a nudist lately. Getting you dressed is like wrestling an orang-utan.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE-U7WoZZ_-CXGi_Nu03cIPP4kCZXOffZCI0Hplu-ZWv_mO7KuFhf60K9_FzA4pfiqANkVvQuBx0xtKJaekVEaMhFo1LW5c4aDWh-GMioX1Cai769zyKWw-MQCKMgRQzJJ8cYLwpgvRXs/s640/blogger-image-100785257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE-U7WoZZ_-CXGi_Nu03cIPP4kCZXOffZCI0Hplu-ZWv_mO7KuFhf60K9_FzA4pfiqANkVvQuBx0xtKJaekVEaMhFo1LW5c4aDWh-GMioX1Cai769zyKWw-MQCKMgRQzJJ8cYLwpgvRXs/s640/blogger-image-100785257.jpg"></a></div><br>
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Miss T, you amaze me every day with your comprehension of the world around you. You are teaching me patience, and to embrace every moment.<br>
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Love ya little one.<br>
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Our little family has a lot of things to look forward to in 2014.<br />
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Easter. So many reasons to love this picture but the hat has a lot to do with it. (My Dad will forever live on in the music of Van Morrison. </div>
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My little monkey at the zoo in the summer. </div>
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But here it is. 2014. New year. Fresh start. All that jazz.<br />
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While I didn't quite keep up with all 52 weeks of the 52 project, I really loved the idea of it and wanted to finish it up with one last portrait.<br />
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Here are a few more images from over the holiday season. T is just starting to pick up on the magic of the holiday season... it was pretty awesome. </div>
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Family fun in the snow with her beloved Uncle B (my little brother). </div>
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Cookies with GeeGee. One sprinkle at a time. </div>
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An impromptu dance party was probably one of my favourite memories from Christmas. She spun and twirled with each of us, but reserved her best moves for her Uncle B.</div>
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Caithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822160813642061055noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483549191448653303.post-69046353006878288362013-11-11T10:50:00.003-08:002013-11-11T10:50:57.827-08:00Remembering.I come from a long line of proud soldiers. Many of my grandparents, great grandparents and great aunts and uncles served the United Kingdom proudly, both at the front and in the trenches of the military hospitals. They were selfless. They were brave. And they are inspiring.<br />
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And while today is a somber day, I find hope in the remembering. Hope that we will remember those that gave their lives, hope that we will learn from past mistakes, and hope that one day there will be peace.<br />
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I remember and give a million and one thanks to those that are still fighting, those that have lost loved ones, and those that are waiting on loved ones to return.<br />
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You are all heroes.<br />
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Lest we forget.Caithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822160813642061055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483549191448653303.post-37164210216307175602013-10-29T19:16:00.000-07:002013-10-29T19:16:09.731-07:00heart sick...On Thursday evening, our 5 year old Alaskan Malamute Yukon looked a little uncomfortable. We thought she had an upset tummy so I took her outside for a bit of a walk to see if that would settle her stomach. A half hour later, her discomfort was very evident. She started whimpering, snapping at her stomach and throwing herself on the ground. At this point, we knew it was serious, or at the very least she needed a serious pain killer so I put her in the back of our car and drove 45 minutes to the closest emergency vet clinic since it was now 11pm at night.<br />
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It was the longest 45 minutes of my entire life.<br />
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She was in hysterical pain. It was all I could do to stay on the road between my tears and making sure she was still alive.<br />
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We arrived at the veterinary emergency clinic and she was quickly ushered in for x-rays and pain killers (thank goodness.) Not even 10 minutes later I was given the worst possible news.<br />
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She had bloat.<br />
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This is a very serious condition in which the dog's stomach twists on itself, causing it to fill with air and press against all the other organs.<br />
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And it is also just one of those freak things that can happen to larger breeds.<br />
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I was told our only options were emergency surgery. A surgery that is long, with a poor prognosis and a terrible recovery. Or euthanasia. I phoned J and sobbed into the phone what was going on. He jumped in the truck and made the trek to the clinic. In the meantime, I insisted they give her more pain killers, she was still in so much pain.<br />
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While we waited for J, I sat on the floor of the clinic with her, cradling her head and trying to calm her down. Her golden brown eyes were so panicked. I just kept stroking her forehead, begging for everything to be ok.<br />
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But once J arrived, we knew what had to be done.<br />
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It is the worst decision we have ever had to make.<br />
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And so, in the very early hours of Friday morning, J and I said a very tearful goodbye to our beloved Yukon.<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">She left us far too early and it is so unfair. She was our first 'baby' and we will miss her deeply. Thank you, Yukon, for teaching us </span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">how to love something other than each other. There is a very large hole in our hearts and in our house without you. I hope wherever you are there are endless hayfields to run in and snow banks to play in. </span></span><br />
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Scenes from an amazing Thanksgiving weekend. Dinner with family. A trip to a local county fair to watch her uncle judge the dairy show (she was mesmerized). Gorgeous weather. And this little face.</div>
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Yesterday, we celebrated my little sisters birthday.<br />
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It was a lovely, family filled day full of yummy food, gifts and my mom's epic carrot cake.<br />
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The little girl that we used to call "Leaky" (seriously, she cried at the drop of the hat - this had nothing to do with the fact that my brother and I used to <strike>torture </strike> tease her.) has grown into the most beautiful, resilient and tender hearted 24 year old I know. She has a confidence about life that I envy, and a fierce loyalty to her friends and family.<br />
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And now that she is an aunt, I have seen a whole new side to my sister. She is the most fun. T is absolutely smitten.<br />
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Roo, I've got your back, forever and always.<br />
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Love you more little sis. xoxo<br />
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<br />Caithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822160813642061055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483549191448653303.post-6820720279071914412013-09-20T18:53:00.001-07:002013-09-20T19:05:02.905-07:00It's been awhile...Oh wow.<br>
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Almost a whole month since I have visited this space. Life has run away with me a bit but I'm slowly but surely gaining control again.<br>
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Work totally took over. Swallowed me whole. And when it spat me back out again, I was run down, exhausted and ended up with the flu. But work has calmed down, our routine is back, and I am on the mend (although Miss T has a nasty, nasty cold.)<br>
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I have missed this space. And I can't wait to dive back in, chronicling every day memories of our little lives.<br>
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In the last month, we have celebrated my birthday (I'm 28! - what??!!), survived the craziest time of year at work (at which point I realized that while the whole working mom thing is fun, I really miss my baby) and are full swing into harvest 2013 (which means between my schedule and his, my husband and I see very little of each other.)<br>
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So here's to connecting again, bringing this space back to life and spending more time with my family.<br>
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But I had to take a couple minutes to share <a href="http://wagfarms.com/2011/05/26/how-to-spend-10-years-married-to-a-farmer/">this post</a> on Wag'n Tales because it is brilliant. And sums up life with my (handsome) farmer.<br />
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Can't wait to reflect on 10 years of marriage with you, J.<br />
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p.s. Number 5 is scarily familiar. (seriously.)<br />
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So much wonder and awe on a trip to the zoo on the weekend. </div>
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This kid and her animals... </div>
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Linking up with <a href="http://cheandfidel.blogspot.com/">Jodi.</a> </div>
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Super (duper) late to this party. </div>
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This week was her GeeGee's birthday. A milestone birthday. </div>
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GeeGee is 60. </div>
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We had a wonderful time celebrating the vibrant, loving woman that is my mom.</div>
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T celebrated by wearing her best party dress and spending every minute she could with her. </div>
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Happy Birthday GeeGee! </div>
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<br />Caithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822160813642061055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483549191448653303.post-71466620945728249112013-08-01T18:58:00.000-07:002013-08-01T18:58:08.624-07:00those mama wars. Today, I have officially been a working mama for 3 months. I'm half way through a 6 month contract and I have to say... I'm kinda loving it.<br />
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I thought I would feel guilty, dropping T at daycare everyday, skipping off to work and leaving someone else to "raise" my daughter. I though I would feel sad, missing out on all the everyday little milestones that we had experienced when I was home all the time.<br />
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But I don't.<br />
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(Well, maybe a teeny bit, sometimes.)<br />
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Sometimes, as mothers, I feel like we get all caught up in the "mommy wars." You know, the war that has spawned such battles as formula feeding vs. breast feeding, cloth vs. disposable diapers, working vs. stay at home mom. These battles leave us feeling inadequate in one respect or another depending on our choice. They make you question every move you make since the moment your newborn is placed in your arms, and, in my opinion, take a little bit of the joy out of motherhood. All of this guilt and judgement comes from those women that are meant to be our allies in this whole wild journey of parenting.<br />
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Honestly, I don't have an opinion one way or another on how someone else should raise their baby. As parents, we have an obligation and a responsibility to do our absolute best every second of every day for our kids (and if that means feeding them a bottle of formula, go for it.) Some days my laundry is done, my house is tidy, there is something delicious simmering in the crock pot while I am at work and my kid and I laugh, giggle and enjoy every second we get together.<br />
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And other days.. well, the house is an absolute disaster, my kid freaks out at every. little. thing. and we have cereal for dinner.<br />
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This post is a little disjointed, a little rambly (and a whole lot soap box-y).<br />
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I am so thankful I got 17 months at home with my beautiful girl, to soak up every second of baby goodness I could. I realize how lucky I am to live in a country where an entire year of maternity leave is available.<br />
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But I am really enjoying being back at work. Making my own money. And using a different part of my brain.<br />
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And it makes every second I get with T that much sweeter.<br />
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