Posts by Tag: parenting

A Nurtured Moment: Ancora Imparo

Posted by on February 15th, 2013 | 0 comments »

One of my Nurtured moments of late.   I love the Italian phrase made ever reknown by Michelangelo, “Ancora Imparo” which translates, I’m still learning.

We went out to shovel the snow a few days ago and JuneBug made tracks for me announcing they were “perfect” for my feet to follow.   There is so much bursting inside this little smile waiting to learn about the world.  The day he smiled for the camera he and I indulged in swinging at the playground even though the temperatures were far below frigid.  I had been busy all week, putting off after school playground visits to “tomorrow”.  His patience and persistence, the questions he asks, the stories he tells, even the boundaries he tests fill my day with learning about what it means to walk beside and parent him…and when he’ll let me, make the tracks in the snow for him to follow too.

Birth Day Celebration

Posted by on October 13th, 2012 | 0 comments »

My baby turned one year old yesterday.
I hesitate with the temptation to place several grammatical enunciations in between and around those words.
The changes and growth in the first year will never cease to amaze me. I’m proud and astonished.

In Karen Reed’s recent workshop something she said to her attendees stayed with me.

I immediately took to the idea of telling Sweet Potato his birth story on his birthday.
I can imagine the future teenage eye rolls even as I look at my now cherub faced sleeping boy.
Telling the birth story on the birthday will become my own little parenting tradition.

I love it! I hope you do too! Thanks, Karen!

 

Boxing Day

Posted by on December 26th, 2011 | 2 comments »

I’ve been seeking inspiration for picking up knitting again.

Even with a new baby I have not become smitten with mittens, booties, soakers or sweaters to knit.  If I’m honest my knitting prowess (or lack thereof) has me stuck at pot holders and scarves. I like knitting. However, my knit purl needs motivation and a patient mind with time to fix a dropped stitch.

I just need a pattern, yarn and some time. The holidays are perfect for projects like this. Just in case, I have chosen a project I won’t require until December of next year.

Several years ago I purchased a set of stocking hangers at a boxing day sale.  There were four and a lone one nearby, so I bought five for merely pennies.

We had spent that Christmas holiday with my husband’s mother and father visiting us from Nova Scotia.  I hung stockings by non-committal thumbtacks! Once filled, my method a la Charlie Brown didn’t bode well for baby-proofing or poor Santa’s toes.

The Christmas that followed I was pleased to rediscover planning for my previous year’s hindsight.  My in laws each had a stocking, my husband, myself and Sweet Potato Sam.  When one stocking hanger fell and broke (note aforementioned toes), my husband and I shared a stocking.  Four stocking hangers sat on the mantle that year. One lone stocking hanger lay wrapped up and boxed away last Christmas with the intent to be moved back East for spending Christmas together.  I didn’t foresee any significance.

While unpacking Christmas decor this year Sweet Potato was impressed.  “One for me, one for mommy, one for daddy….and look, Mommy, there’s even one for the baby!” I smiled.  We set these on the mantle as we unwrapped ornaments of Christmas past and looked for the red Christmas stockings.

Low and behold this year the stockings turned up short.  Boxing day last year meant packing for our move to Halifax. Gone was the plush Santa and flattened boxes with ribbons waiting to be reused.  The trinkets.  The nutcracker.   I can only hope our movers sent my Christmas remnants to a good home.

I hate to say it: I skipped the stockings this year.  Oranges and chocolates went in a bowl.  The harmonica I could hardly wait to put in Sweet Potato’s stocking was wrapped at the last minute. A yo-yo found it’s way into the household circulation early this season.

We kept the empty and unweighted stocking hangers up.

Symbolic for each member of the family.

Four knitted Christmas stockings have my best intentions now and into the new year.  May they be packed away next Boxing Day.

Perhaps I’ll find enough yarn to knit a fifth.  For a dog of course. Ahem.

Happy Boxing Day to you and your family.  Go ahead and buy the extra stocking hanger.

Use it to invite a special guest for Christmas next year or fill it with donations for the Boxing Day intended tradition of giving.

I promise it’s worth the pennies and the memories in the making.

P.S. I’ll knit mittens for the grandkids.

 

Thank you for everything

Posted by on July 7th, 2011 | 9 comments »

Over two years ago I joined April MacKinnon on her quest to improve the lives of families and to make babies healthier. I’d been a customer of hers since my son was born in late 2007, and she was one of my “Mommy Mentors”- someone that I looked up to and trusted.  She opened the store with me by her side, and I continued to be her right-hand woman until she sold the store in March 2011.  She was able to collect a wonderful group of women to help grow the store and everyone worked together to find products that you, our loyal customers, wanted to buy. More than that, all of us worked hard to develop a COMMUNITY for you, a place where you could come and talk about anything you wanted to (and boy, did you ever!).  There was hardly a day that went by that we didn’t talk about how much we loved the fact that you would come to us and talk about your birth experience, your breastfeeding struggles and successes, and even more intimate things. We were always willing to listen, to comfort, and to let you know that we had been there too, and that it was going to get better.

I have learned so much from you; lessons I’d never otherwise have learned, and I can’t thank you enough. We all try our best to make the right decisions for our families, especially for our babies, and it was you who showed me, loud and clear, that I don’t know it all, and that the choices I made for my son are ones that you may not have made for your children, and that’s okay. Sometimes it feels like we’re all walking around with blindfolds on, not knowing up from down, and the only advice I have to give you is to follow your instincts.

Along with the customers who’ve allowed me into their lives, I have found a sisterhood among the staff (past and present) at Nurtured. We were all brought together out of our desire to help people, to change lives, even if it’s something small as cloth diapers. I’ve been lucky enough to get to know people I never would have otherwise met, and I love them all despite our differences. Our hearts have always been with Nurtured and the people we meet because of it.

I’ve never had a job that I’ve cared this much about, that I’ve looked forward to going to every day, that I’ve had so much passion for.  It’s because of you- each one of you who have allowed me to teach you about cloth diapers or carriers, who’ve sat around and spoken to me for hours, who trust me to help you choose healthy alternatives for the ones you love the most. You are the community that we worked so hard to build. Thank you for making our dreams come true.

We all come to crossroads in our lives though, and this is one of mine.  There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t feel some “Mom Guilt” for being away from my son (who was 18 months old when the store first opened, and is now nearly four years old), despite me completely loving my job.  I would like to spend more time with him. I’d also like to focus on growing my own business, Pip Robins, and so that’s what I’ve decided to do, at least for a while.

Thank you so much for answering 300+ of my Parenting Questions of the Day, talking to me about your life and asking my advice because you trust me. Thank you for supporting local, for contributing to the growth of the business and making sustainable choices for your family. I will miss you all incredibly- coworkers and customers. I look forward to seeing Nurtured continue changing people’s lives for the better.

If you see me at the playground or around Halifax, please keep saying hello!  If you want to keep in touch, I can be reached via email, pip AT piprobins.com, or through the Volunteer Doula Program at the Chebucto Family Center. Thank you for everything!

Gillian Hyde

 

 

Father’s Day 2011

Posted by on June 20th, 2011 | 2 comments »

BirthDAYS, Father’sDAY, EveryDAY

My son Sam turned five last Thursday and because he has a mid June birthday it is always around that “special day” for dads. Each year Father’s Day takes on a different meaning to me. The one question I always wonder is what my son will think when he thinks back about the kind of dad that I was. Just asking myself this question implies that maybe I could be a better dad. As I read over the posts about other dads on our Nurtured Facebook page I am certain that I can sometimes do things a little better. There are some powerful and emotional feelings that one gets from reading over those submissions about others. I tip my hat to the many dads that were mentioned. Keep up the good great awesome work!

I have had the good fortune to be a stay at home dad since March 2010. It has been within this time that I have seen so many things through the eyes of my little guy – this little person that I really only knew when I was home after a day at the office or back from another 2 or 3 night trip away from home; and there were many of those in his first 4 years. I’m still embarrassed that when my son wasn’t even 8 days old I was hopping on a plane to cross the country when I probably could have skipped the trip entirely. I guess it takes some of us a little longer to put perspective in place!

My wife was doing an amazing job of helping Sam grow and prosper but I was missing many of those moments – moments that I could never get back. To make matters worse I was missing some of the moments even when I was home because it always seemed that something else had to be done or I was too tired, blah, blah, blah. What a crock…

I am a better man now that those times are behind me since living the past 15 months through the eyes of my little man Sam. He is a good boy (well 90% of the time anyway). I’m so glad that we will be welcoming another child in October – there is no way I will miss any of those future moments with him or her and those yet to come with Sam.

I wonder what the response would be if I asked the dads from the Facebook comments yesterday whether a birthday, a Mother’s Day, a Father’s Day, an anniversary or any memorable date is really any different to them from any other day? Of course, the actual dates will always hold special sentimental meaning, but do these men really think that these are special one-of-a-kind days that happen only once a year so they need to be on their best behavior? I don’t think they do.

I think those gents have chosen to make sure that they try their hardest to make everyone’s “everyday” feel like it is their Mother’s Day, their Father’s Day, their birthday, their anniversary or whatever day it is that makes that person feel special. What do you think? If I am right then what a wonderful way they live life.

There is truly no way to know and / or quantify the best dad in the world. I suspect that there would be a lot of ties for that so called first place. Just close your eyes and imagine a bunch of cloth diaper cladded 2 year olds play wrestling over whose dad is the best. There would never be a winner – there never could be a winner. (And no I do not subscribe to violence ☺)

Reading about one dad’s journey really moved me after a few short sentences from his wife. I have never met J.P. Bremner but I am truly inspired by him to be a better dad. I contacted his wife Sacha to learn a little more about what life has been like for them since being diagnosed with his illness. With her permission I am sharing that with you now:

“My husband was set to leave with the military to Afghanistan, but an optometrist appointment (for pressure he was having in his eyes) 2 days prior to his deployment changed our lives in a way that could never have been imagined. J.P was diagnosed with a Glioblastoma Multiforme which is a very aggressive stage 4 Brain Cancer. He has had 95% of it removed by surgery, has undergone 6 weeks of radiation and chemotherapy, and continues to do chemo monthly. The prognosis of this type of cancer varies, but can be bleak as the cancer usually returns within a year we are told. We are hopeful that with J.P being so young, this will help him beat the average survival time of this horrible disease.

As of right now J.P is doing well. We are taking things day by day, and as with any cancer there are certainly good days and bad days. We try our best to take in the good days as they come, and try to get through the bad days the best that we can. J.P continues to go to work as much as he can despite how sick he feels some days (we are very fortunate to have the financial support of the military to cover all of his medical expenses etc). He can be described as someone who loves to work: work on cars, work on our house, whatever can keep him busy. Since I have known J.P he has always wanted a garage, so we built one for him with funds from a benefit family and friends had for us, and it makes me smile every time I see him working in it. He is an amazingly strong husband and father, who our little girl (Sophie) adores, and as I mentioned in my post, he always makes time for the little moments with her, and I know he will continue to be the same amazing father to our baby boy that is due in September.

Sometimes I look at our situation and try to understand why this is happening to us, and it breaks my heart when I think about what the future may hold (which I try not to do) But I try to remember that we never really know what life is going to hand to any of us good or bad. It sounds so cliché, but we really do have to live each day to the fullest that we can. I read a quote by Oprah the other day that really expressed how I try to live each day, it went: “Breathe. Let go, and remind yourself that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure.”

At Nurtured, we would like JP to accept our Nurtured Dad of the Year Award on behalf of all of those other awesome dads out there.

I cannot imagine facing every day with the reality of having Stage 4 Brain Cancer – that fact alone would make me try harder to be the full potential of the parent I can be, and that my child wishes I were. I would cherish every moment with my family, not knowing what the future holds. It would be so easy to give up, to give in, to stop fighting, but instead one needs to remember that having a family should inspire you to live each day to the fullest with no excuses and no regrets. All of us at Nurtured sincerely hope that JP will beat this disease forever and be there to see the birth of his second child, to see his children’s first day of school, their high school graduation and live a long healthy life. We know that there are other men in the world facing seemingly overwhelming challenges. We wish them well also.

I’ve been told that JP is kind of shy. From one Dad to another JP I want to say that you didn’t win the right to accept the title on behalf of dads out there because of pity. You won purely on the strength it must take you to get up out of bed and live not just for yourself, but for Sacha, Sophie and your yet to be born son. You deserve to represent other dads as they try to be the best they can be.

JP and family will enjoy a two-night stay at one of the fantastic inns and resorts in our beautiful province, White Point Beach Resort. A well deserved opportunity to take a break on behalf of all Dads (and Mom’s). A well deserved opportunity to just breathe in the air.

I would really like to thank Jolyn and Gillian for helping me with my inaugural post on the Nurtured Blog – my first ever blog posting on any blog. I really only wanted to put a few things down for others to read so if you have made it to the end I thank you.

Happy Everyday Everyone!

Follow me @NurturedDad

Febrile Seizure Benchmark

Posted by on June 18th, 2011 | 0 comments »

I’d like to put forth a motion for a collective sigh of relief as my child turned five this week.

This means I will let go of the extra concern I’ve had with every fever: we’re now past the febrile seizure zone.

Although febrile seizures are not a serious medical condition, I found it alarming to witness as a parent.  If this ever happens to you, take a deep breath, let it out and note the time.  If it’s shorter than 5 minutes, it’s likely a febrile seizure.

When my son was 16 months old he caught a stomach bug and had a high fever after a playdate with friends.  Rest was the only thing on our agenda the next day.  Still feverish and lethargic that next afternoon, I had him stripped down to a diaper and was doing my best to keep him cool and comfortable.  We turned on Sesame Street and he giggled along with Elmo.  One minute he was mildly warm and the next boiling hot.  Just as I thought he was moving to throw up, his eyes rolled back in his head and his little body began convulsing. It was the first moment of terror I experienced as a parent.  I was stunned, alarmed and afraid.

A conversation I had months prior with a friend about her daughter’s febrile seizure provided me with some reassurance of what was happening.  She had warned me a fever can lead to a febrile seizure. Although it was scary, she had said her little girl was fine.

Some of the details I recall as:

  • Laying him on the floor while I watched his arms and legs flail and spasm, and his breathing became shallow.  Note: If a child is having a seizure lay him down on his side to allow the airway to stay clear
  • Realizing I needed to make an emergency call was alarming in itself.  I was home alone and without a car.  I remember how quickly 9-1-1 answered and gathered information from me. The firefighters were first to arrive at out house.  I’ll never forget the words the fire chief used, “This is the kind of seizure you want your child to have”.  To which I still say, huh? Some medical professionals will say you need not make an emergency call but do have a child seen immediately after to rule out anything major and continue to treat the fever.  When in doubt, make the call.  I was glad I did.
  • My first ride (and hopefully last) in an ambulance with someone I love was where I finally caught my breath and realized everything was going to be alright.  My husband was on his way to the hospital and our child was regaining consciousness.

Though my experience was now years ago, I still receive responses from other parents that were grateful they knew what was happening because I had shared this with them.  Most parents do not know about febrile seizures until it happens to their child.

4% of children aged 6 months to 5 years may experience a febrile seizure which is generally related to a rapid rise in fever.  Once a child has had a febrile seizure they then have a 30% chance of experiencing another one during a future fever.  After age 5 they are nearly guaranteed to have outgrown this reset of the body.

If you were to poll anyone in emergency medical services you’ll find this is a frequent response call.  I’ve never found the stats to be published higher than 4%.

Most of all know that febrile seizures vary from child to child.  My child lost consciousness, yours may not.  Also, febrile seizures are sometimes hereditary.  (My uncle had them as a child.) For reading more on febrile seizures, I suggest http://www.drgreene.com/azguide/febrile-seizures.

Reduce, Reuse, Renew your commitment

Posted by on April 22nd, 2011 | 1 comment »

Happy Earth Day! Hope you are finding new ways to reduce, reuse and recycle for your every day.
If you’re already using reusable shopping bags but still on the fence about using cloth diapers, consider making the choice this Earth Day.

After all it’s T Minus 1 day until the Great Cloth Diaper Change at Nurtured! This event showcases how easy it is to use cloth diapers.
Being a host for the GCDC has only reinforced the facts, the need for awareness and the overall statistics about the many benefits of cloth vs disposables.

Did you know?

There are approximately 312,152,800 children under the age of 2 in the world. If even half use single-use, throwaway diapers, 867,000 diapers will enter landfills during the ONE MINUTE it will take to change diapers at the Great Cloth Diaper Change. At least 39,000 tons of diaper waste (representing enough diapers to go all the way to the moon if laid out) would enter landfills THAT DAY ALONE.

Since announcing we were hosting this event the response we’ve received has been enriching. Customers, the media and parents who cloth diapered decades ago have shared their enthusiasm and interest in this event with us. We are given so many opportunities to make healthy choices for our children. Whether your choice be for environmental, financial, health, or even because it is cute – we are happy and proud to support your cloth diapering and will troubleshoot with you to make your life easier.

Making a renewed green commitment to conscious efforts we can make as a family is our goal this Earth Day. My husband and I are thrilled to be the new owners of Nurtured and be expectant parents once again. I hope you’ll follow our journey of parenting this second time around. I’m willing to share some of the more informed choices I’ll be making this time as opposed to 5 years ago.

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention I was pregnant and due in October? Our little guy is so excited to become a big brother. I guess by us being pregnant again you could say Nurtured is having a baby (again- Congrats to The MacKinnon Family on the birth of Andrew).
Looking forward to sharing this amazing journey with you!

Jolyn
Mom and Owner

Easter habits dye hard

Posted by on April 21st, 2011 | 0 comments »

My oldest sister has the greatest opportunity for an Easter full of memories for her little ones: A large farm yard with two brand new baby ducklings waddling around will be their backdrop during their Easter egg hunt in the coming days. To me this sparks the festivities of dying hard-boiled eggs over the weekend and timing out just when to hide the goodies, crossing your fingers it doesn’t rain or snow and setting out the baskets after the little ones have gone to bed.

Just as I recall the Easter egg hunts of my childhood, I’m also caught red-handed in remembering a plethora of plastic as part of the nostalgia: hanging plastic Easter eggs on the fruit trees in our front yard and around the garden. My mouth still waters over the black licorice jelly beans inside those eggs!

However, in this day and age, it’s apparent this sweet and childish delight reeks of something other than the after effect of a diet heavy in eggs! How and when did so many plastic Easter eggs enter the scene?

As quickly as drinking water out of a plastic bottle is becoming passé why isn’t use of the modern North American plastic Easter egg being questioned by big box stores or developing conspiracy theories of how one ages or develops later in life? I’m simply curious. Thankfully, my yoga instructor has shared with me that a daily inversion pose should help the endocrine system filter years of plastic exposure and also calm an anxious mind!

It all comes down to simplicity in the choices we make for holiday décor and making conscious efforts for what becomes ingrained in our family traditions. I do recall one of my favourite Easter baskets had a box of brightly coloured chalk, crayons, a coloring book and just two tiny packages of candy. The candy was consumed on the spot of course and I coloured all the way through spring break and into the summer months. I might have lost every time I tried to beat my sister for the most pictures coloured without leaving the lines, but I loved those basket contents.

It’s been fun to see our Buy Local coloring books arrive at Nurtured just in time to make it into Easter baskets this year. Paired with a set of Stockmar beeswax crayons for a bright array of your favourite little artist’s handiwork, you’ll have never seen a prettier purple and blue striped cabbage!

Food for thought: try passing on something that is renewable, sustainable and green without involving strands of plastic eggs or grass! This time of year marks such a lovely tradition and welcome to new life and beginnings. Keep it fresh for those little ones in your life!

Happy spring, everyone, from your friends at Nurtured

Welcome, and Goodbye

Posted by on March 6th, 2011 | 12 comments »

In 2005 I was a new mom cloth diapering a tiny baby and feeling very isolated from my existing friends and was having a hard time connecting with new ones. I had faced significant challenges with breastfeeding and didn’t know anyone who could relate to my situation. I started thinking about the path of my life, the impact of every choice I made for my little girl on the world around me, and how I could use the information I learned as an engineer to connect with other parents who, like me, wanted to make a difference for their children, and for our environment.

By April 2006, Nurtured was born. Those first few months were full of planning, research, ordering, building and learning a whole new world of retail and e-commerce. The original Nurtured Products for Parenting website launched in August 2006 and was supported by friends, family, and a few loyal local customers. In those early months I met many women with whom I instantly shared a connection and who have become life long friends. At this time, I was pregnant with my now four-year-old and looking forward to making Nurtured my new career.

Through “word of mom” and networking opportunities locally, Nurtured hit critical mass in the spring of 2007 with a sudden upsurge in growth, which coincided with the birth of my son. Those early months were challenging, and I burned the midnight oil building a business between feeding an infant for weeks and months on end. I also participated in the “My Fair Baby” shows hosted by the Midwifery Coalition, gave cloth diaper workshops throughout HRM at yoga studios, stores owned by friends and acquaintances, and in my own home on a weekly basis. Babywearing workshops followed, initially in collaboration with my friend Tory at her (now closed) shop, Next In Line, and then, after an invitation from local doula Robyn Berman, at Uncommon Kids in Halifax and Pillars of Health in Dartmouth.

In 2008 another customer became not only one of my best friends but Nurtured’s first part-time employee when Becky Keen joined the Nurtured team one or two days a week. This was following a significant home renovation to move Nurtured from my dining room table to the basement. By the end of 2008, Nurtured had won the SavvyMom Mom Entrepreneur of the Year Award for Atlantic Canada, was still growing very quickly, and it was evident that Nurtured had outgrown its home-based location. That Fall, a lease was signed for our Halifax location.

With many late nights renovating, tag-teaming with my husband while we set up shelving and juggled child care, the Nurtured store opened on April 1, 2009 with a staff of four: Gillian (now Manager), Karen, Annie, and myself. This was incredibly rewarding but also took its toll as I was working 6 days (and sometimes nights) to get the business up and running. I can never thank Gillian, Karen, and Annie enough for their help in those early days.

2009 truly left its mark on me as a business person with the media attention we gained for opening a boutique store in the middle of a global financial recession, and for the legitimization moving to a retail store provided for the Nurtured brand. I also acquired Anointment Natural Skin Care from Anastasia Manolakos, a favourite of mine and MANY others from the Halifax Farmer’s Market, and began working on improvements and marketing strategies Anointment products, which stood out to me for their natural ingredients, lack of unnecessary “stuff” and high quality.

In 2010 Nurtured won the Small Business of the Year Award (Silver) presented by the Halifax Chamber of Commerce, was nominated in the Better Business Bureau Ethics Awards, Was 2nd Best Eco-Conscious Business in Halifax as voted by the readers of The Coast magazine, grew from a staff of four to a staff of eight, and essentially outgrew our retail store. I am very proud of all these accomplishments.

Also in 2010, I learned we were expecting our third child and both my father and my husband’s mother suffered significant health issues. With reality setting in of having a child in school, one in pre-school and an infant, we were faced with some difficult decisions. Having worked so hard while my son was a baby to build this business and the resulting burn out it caused, I had to consider carefully if this was the path my family wanted to continue to follow. My husband was also provided with the opportunity to transfer his job to another office, which would allow us to move closer to both of our extended families. With a deep breath and a lot of discussion, we decided it was time to let someone with fresh eyes build Nurtured while we cheer and watch from the sidelines.

The search for a buyer began and concluded with a lovely husband-and-wife team, Eric and Jolyn Swain along with their five-year-old son. Eric is a Nova Scotian who was longing to come home, and Jolyn, with a business background and a birth and post-partum story not unlike my own, was very excited to be part of a business with such a strong sense of environmental ethics and community. I have been working with Jolyn for some time now and I am very impressed with her knowledge, kindness, and desire to continue the community that Nurtured has become.

Over the next few weeks you will see Jolyn and I together frequently as she learns the fine details of what makes Nurtured tick. Of utmost importance to me was that the staff also be retained, and I’m happy to say that Gillian, Karen, Simone, Sarah, Jessica and Melissa will remain at the store, so you can be sure that the customer service you have been accustomed to will continue.

Jolyn has many fantastic ideas for making the great things about Nurtured even greater, and the team will remain strong and focused on the natural parenting ideals that makes Nurtured special.

I have experienced a lot of emotions over this huge change in my life, but I can say with confidence that you are all in very good hands. I will still be a regular at the store as I deliver my third baby sometime in the next three or so weeks, and I will be working away on Anointment over the years to come.

I want to thank each and every single person who has shopped in the store, come to a workshop, attended a breastfeeding support group, picked up a card for a local doula, asked for help, advice or just wanting to hear a “I’ve been there, this too shall pass”, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Nurtured is very special to me: like one of my own children, and it is my sincere wish that the Nurtured community will welcome Jolyn to the Nurtured family with open arms.

Cheers to the great circle of natural parenting enthusiasm we have all built together, thank you for allowing me to be part of it, as I will continue to be from the sidelines of my Anointment workshop, the soccer field, or wherever life takes me as I take some time to focus on my children and my family.

With love and gratitude,
April

32 Weeks

Posted by on January 20th, 2011 | 3 comments »

32 week belly

Probably as many have seen me around the store as have not, but in case you haven’t, here is what I’m looking like these days – in the last weeks of my third pregnancy.

I had planned to chronicle this, my last pregnancy, week by week, detail by detail, but life has literally passed before me with a lot of decisions to be made and a lot of preparations to make in order to accommodate a new baby into our lives.

The first trimester was the longest, with persistent nausea, fatigue and hunger. I can’t really complain, Smith’s Bakery and Fred’s Whet Cafe probably experienced higher than average sales as a result of my hunger. Have you ever eaten a slice of Smith’s Bakery Pizza? Do you realize how large they are? Now, I was eating two of these per day. HUNGRY. Nausea for me is never that bad, and in fact has lessened with each pregnancy, but there were days that it just wouldn’t leave me, which made those particular days long, especially with two other children to care for.

With the thirteenth week came energy – I was super woman, able to take on just about anything, and made good use of the time and energy I had. And just like that, the twenty-eighth week rolled around, and Scotian shook his head, lamenting I needed to ‘hang up my cape and crown’. I’m slowing down appreciably, wanting to be asleep by 7:30 pm. All in all, I feel good, this pregnancy has been easy…and when it’s easy, it is also easy to focus on other things, which is why I haven’t documented this pregnancy at all.

As per usual I’ve gained a significant amount of weight – 40 pounds and counting – everywhere. I’m not too concerned, but just before I found out I was pregnant I had began running, lost ten pounds and really enjoying it. In fact, I ran right up until about the third month, when it just got the better of me.

I’ve been taking better care of myself – just look at this team of professionals:

Which also perhaps helps to explain my lack of pregnancy-related complaints, of which I had FAR more last time(s). I also discovered the Tres Tria co-sleeping pillow, which has worked wonders to relieve the aching pain in my hips at night. This pillow is so comfortable and will come in very handy when the baby comes – we will be co-sleeping if for no other reason that there is no space left in our current home for a crib, and we’re not ready to move just yet! Good to have a barrier so the baby doesn’t roll out of bed, and our son likes to crawl in with us in the middle of the night, so it will help create a barrier between siblings.

I have been on the search for a good nursing bra for the store, and on Melissa’s recommendation I’m trying out some bras that have enough support for pregnancy and room to grow for breastfeeding. So far, I’m very impressed and hope to have them in the store very soon!

I’ve also been devouring books at an alarming rate. I have read lots of pregnancy books, so this time I am moving on to parenting books. I just re-read You Are Your Child’s First Teacher, which has reminded me of the calm, Waldorf approach to parenting that I try to incorporate into our daily lives. It’s a fantastic book that begins at conception and birth to age 6, perfect for the spread of my children!

I’ve been working on Christiane Northrup’s Mother Daughter Wisdom since the store opened in 2009. It’s a long one, and I’m still not finished, but it is truly fascinating and has helped me understand my own mother, our relationship, and my daughter. It’s a great read!

There are several more books still to come, though my time is starting to run out.

I also feel a burst of creative energy while I’m pregnant – part of me knows it will be a while before I get back to my own creative pursuits and part of me feels propelled by the energy of creating a new person. It’s a fantastic time.

You’re probably wondering about diapers? This baby will be cloth diapered from birth, I have a bag of newborn diapers packed for the hospital. After three children my stash varies considerably, but I’ve got:

All in all I’ve probably got about 36-40 diapers. While I normally recommend a minimum of 24 for a newborn, given that I have two other children and have collected a lot of these over the years (I have bought a lot of new though, who can resist?), I’m happy to be able to stretch my diaper laundry a little further!

Don’t even get me started on baby carriers, that’s another post for another day, but I am really, really looking forward to a new ring sling, which is my personal favourite newborn carrier!