Bonds

A long time between blogs. If I thought I was busy with three children I am not sure what the term for busy with four actually is. After a holiday away as a solo mum I am renewed and refreshed and in love with my children more than ever. I watched hours of free play and sibling bonds that I am thankful for every day. I have over the past year given birth at home, tandem fed a baby and toddler, started work helped my children forge independence including non adult commute to and from school on bike, bus and train, gone camping, rode bikes and gone on a date! I hope to continue much of this over the next year while getting fitter and getting a little more organized. I had never pictured a life with four children but now I have four I can imagine my life any other way. As "G" enters toddlerhood each of her siblings continue to bond with her and each other in such unique ways. "A" sees his older brother as a physical bouncing mate, elder sister as a second mother and you get sister as his baby who is rapidly becoming a challenge as she want what he has.  As we ready yourselves to celebrate "G" first birthday we reflect on the year that has past the joy our baby brings into our life. It is amazing how a baby bonds you with family and friends and we continue to enjoy sharing the parenting journey. I love watching her connect with her grandparents and uncle regularly and build a strong and extra parent type relationship. 

Balancing act

 My life is definitely attuned to that of a wave. Ups downs and flats. I want to spend quality time with each of children, be an amazing mother aunt daughter granddaughter and wife, get cracking professionally and there is this amazing list I dare not mention. It's wonderful, emotional, tiring like today after a low wave of work challenges all day my day became bright and high waved with the giggle from a baby, joke from my blond lovely, smile and chat with my big girl, bike ride with my big boy and lovely chats with my best friend. I am reminding myself lately of the challenging year we had last year and see on the horizon such amazing adventures to be had.

The little kids

Ambrose

Energy intensity go go. Ambrose is three years 3 months. This year he has adjusted well as a big brother, changed to kinder and toilet trained which such amazing fluidity. He does struggle accepting help from older siblings and when over tired bounces even harder and higher. Four weeks ago he started Steiner kinder only a week after toilet training. He wanted to go to the new kinder which required undies rather than nappies so that is just what he did! Ambrose continues to breastfeed here and there but his intensity about is slowly abating. He currently shares a room with Felix but has a parent with him at night when scared or worried. 

Gracie

Gracie is seven and a half months old. She has been crawling for the last week to ten days after a month or so of commando. She has also started to eat family foods for the last 8 weeks and now eats whatever is on offer. Gracie has adjusted so well to the hectic life of being the forth born and brings such happiness to us all. Her bond with each sibling is loving strong and so unique. She laughs for Felix, waits to be picked up by Tilda and watches Ambrose with strong intensity. Once a week her grandfather ares for her and there is such a lovely connection growing between them. She also attends crèche once a week when I work my second day. I am still popping home to feed her once a day which is a very special moment in my otherwise fast paced work day. 

10 weeks

Our 10 week old daughter is a delight to behold. Each of the family have bonded with her in our own unique way. Her eldest brother loves to hold her belly to belly in the quiet times. On the rare occasions she is upset he reassures her that it is all ok. Big sister mothers her and in confident to pick her up change her rock her and settle her, at times I wonder if I am needed at all. Big little brother kisses, talks, and wants to hold "baby". He still talks about her leaving my tummy with a "Jan" helping us at home. Tata admires, holds and plays Uke to her. I enjoy the quiet hours feeding her, smiling at one another and laughing at her open mouthed smiles and now giggles. It is like our baby who completes our family has been here forever and in her first months has helped to conclude a challenging year on a positive note. 

Gracie Arrives

My estimated dues date arrives and I am hopeful that I will launch into labour, but deep down in my heart I know it won't be that day. The preceding weeks are filled with night of broken sleep, crazy rants, mad cleaning and a touch of nerves. Part of me wants to hide away from the world while other parts of me want to get closer to people. I play the homebirth scene over in my mind thinking how the children will be there and my mum and my cousin. Too many people??  I feel confident that I will be labouring at home but flexible to follow the leadership of my midwifes.

I am surprised that I feel "in love' with my midwives in the final weeks of the pregnancy and feel so happy and connected every visit they make to me. I have a list of things to do and I decide on Thursday 17th October (40+5) I will get that list done. Thursday's are my Amby free day (and night) and on this occasion I mentioned to my parents-in-law that maybe Amby could come home tonight as I wanted him close by. I completed my list (toy library returns, lunch with Michael, photocopy and send documents for various things, library books back) collected the kids from school and settled into a normal Thursday night.

At midnight (18th October) I woke up unsettled and unable to get comfortable. I listened to music quietly in the dark sleeping next to my husband and children. I must have feel asleep but was woken at 4am with a contraction. Unlike the nights previous this was not simply gas or pressure from lying too long in one spot, and turned on and off rhythmically. I smiled. I was happy and wanted this sensation to stay. I lay for an hour before waking Michael to tell him we were going to have our baby. That hour was lovely as it was just me and the baby, in our dark quiet house getting ready for our day.

Michael got our space ready for birth, while I communicate with my mum, midwife and cousin. It was lovely to write the text "I'm having a baby today". Matilda woke up so early and must have know something was happening. She lay next to me on the couch and watched, listened and smiled. My cousin Anna arrive glowing with excitement and ready to record our final birth yet first homebirth.

 I wanted to walk and 6am is a lovely time to do it. Michael and I walked down by the creek and the walking intensified and  regulated the contractions. "Yes hello I want this" I would talk through my contractions. I leaned on Michael and practiced groaning deep into my body visualising my cervix opening.

Ambrose was awake when we returned and he and Michael made coffee got breakfast ready. Between contractions we talked laughed and spoke about names for the baby. I lay on the couch and contractions were mild and very irregular.

My midwife Kellly arrived (8:30am) equipped with the extra "stuff" hopefully not needed but alway good to have on hand. Ambrose told her to "go away" and used the Swiss ball to block her entrance. Kelly sweetly and calming agreed and waited. We eventually talked him into helping to put the birth pool linner into the pool. Felix woke up hearing Amby and laughed with such joy to hear I was in labour (and that he wasn't going to school). 

Kelly and I chatted and for the entire time 45mins I did not have a contraction. This made me worry I might pop in and out of labour but I was assured that this was very common and nothing to worry about. Kelly headed off and I resumed my irregular and mild contractions.

My mother arrived (10am) and was ready for action. She took the children to a local park to burn off their energy and excitement as we were assuming a long day and night and for the baby to arrive late Friday night or early Saturday morning.

I heard an unexpected knock on the door (10:45) after a contraction which had a bit of bite and casually answered the door. Kris, a midwife I had not meet, was popping in to introduce herself as she was my backup midwife if Jan or Kelly couldn't get there. Kris and I instantly hit it off and chatted like old friends. We parted assuming we might not see one another again.

For the next three hours my contractions were irregular but getting more painful. I would lean on the couch on the Swiss ball and on Michael. Deep and rhythmic moans helped me to channel my energy and distract my mind from the pain. Reassuring words for Michael were invaluable. I sent a message followed by a call to the midwives at 2pm as the contractions "were starting to hurt" and I should have my penicillin in the next few hours. But I was very happy to be we're I was and with just Michael as support for a while longer. 

The children were happy to play in the sunshine, visit the park , draw, cuddle guinea pigs, bid on eBay with Mum, visit the neighbours and periodically checked what I was doing. Ambrose would feedme, say sorry and pat my back I had a contraction when he was in the room. Felix would rub my back and Matilda would hold my hand and both would just watch, listen and smile.

My sister in law and niece arrived to have a play. I loved to see them and it felt wonderful they could casually be there.
Dinner plans were discussed and mum, Kasia and the children headed out to get "fish n chips". The best day according to Felix cause we get take away for dinner. 

4:30 We received a call from Kris to say she was on her way but stuck in awful traffic. At this point my contractions were spacing 3-5 minutes apart and really starting to bite. I wanted to get into water but irrationally worried that this might stop it all. 

A blurry half an hour (4:30-5)of intense contractions. I needed to stand and hold into Michael to ride the pain and closed my eyes and heading into a deep meditation between contractions. This state was continued until our baby was born. So much of what I said and did is from what my cousin and Michael recalled. 

At 5pm both Kris and Jelly arrived and upon hearing my contractions said my baby was coming. I told them it wasn't coming till midnight. My canular was inserted and a loading dose of penicillin injected. 

I became desperate to get comfortable and wanted the water.  The pool was filled with hot water. I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the pool at 5:30pm. The relief of pressure was incredible. I shut my eyes and deeply meditated thinking of nothing but the warmth and sensation of the water. I started to get worried the children would miss it all. Matilda had returned with Mum and dinner. The boys had gone to the park with Kasia. 

My transition started with me crying for my boys I was so worried they would miss the birth. Kelly asked Michael to call Kasia and ask her to bring Felix and Ambrise home as I was apparently stopping myself from pushing and becoming distressed about them not being there. 

Soon the boys returned. Michael and the children created a circle around me. I gazed lovingly into Ambrose's eyes "you need me?" Amby would nod reassuringly. I loved them all so much in those moments. 

At 6:10 I needed to push. It builds slowly and your control to stop it fades. At the next contractions I push, the waters pop and a head is out. I am asked to stop and wait but I need the body out the stretch is intense and I lull back into a quiet space and the next contraction our baby is passed through my legs underwater and I bring baby up into my chest at 6:15pm. 

I am suddenly aware of my surrounds with ten smiling faces standing around the birth pool and little hands touching the baby.  

We ask Matilda to see if its a girl or boy. She looks and quiet says almost in disbelief  " it's a girl" and the room is filled with laughter and bright smiles. 

Grace Alexandra is here with us all.