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I must say, I feel pretty blessed that both Tim and I have such great in-laws. For the first two and half weeks after Victor’s birth, we were lucky enough to have our parents come and stay with us to visit and help out. And help out they did!

My mom came the night I went into labour and was there to watch Calvin while I was still in the hospital and stayed for 10 or so days, making us lunches and suppers and cleaning and all that kind of stuff so I didn’t have to worry about it. My dad came when Victor was a week old and spent the couple days he was here doing odd jobs around our house.

My mom and Victor in our hospital room.

Oma and Victor in our hospital room.

Calvin helping Grandpa fix things.

Calvin helping Grandpa fix things.

Oma and Granpda Thiessen with their prairie grandsons.

Oma and Granpda Thiessen with their prairie grandsons.

(A friend pointed out that my dad and Calvin have the same hair-do. Love it!)

We had a couple days to ourselves as a little family before Tim’s parents arrived for their week with us. And it was much of the same. His mom helped cook and clean and his dad did stuff around the house.

Both sets of parents also had so much fun keeping Calvin occupied and happy. I don’t think he knew what to do with himself when everybody was gone!


Grandpa occupying Calvin with his tablet. This may or may not have become a problem later on...

Grandpa occupying Calvin with his tablet. This may or may not have become a problem later on…

Grandpa and Grandpa Sevenhuysen with their prairie grandsons.

Grandma and Grandpa Sevenhuysen with their prairie grandsons.

I know that I think families who have their parents close by are lucky, but when it comes to these situations, I think those of us with out of town parents are the lucky ones. What local parent would volunteer to become a live-in cook, housekeeper and nanny all in one for a week?

We all appreciate everything the four of you did for us those first couple weeks. We are so blessed to call you our parents and our children’s grandparents, and happy we could open our home to you.

Thank you! And you are welcome to come back any time. Cleaning not necessary.


Victor’s Birth Story

No birthing experience is exactly alike, and so I had no idea what to expect about our second child’s delivery. I was a little nervous, a little excited, and had no idea what to expect. I recounted Calvin’s birth story here, and now I will share Victor’s story.

Monday, October 21 was my due date. I was not surprised I was still a mother of just one that day. I was measuring small, and Calvin was way over due. At my doctor’s appointment the previous week, I was 2 cm dilated, and had a membrane sweep done. Nothing happened after that.

My next appointment was on Wednesday, October 23. I was measured at 5cm and had another sweep done. My doctor was very optimistic about me going into labour that evening. I don’t know how much of that was medical based and how much it was because she was on call at the hospital that night and just being optimistic. So she prescribed me a brisk walk that afternoon, and playing with Calvin on my hands and knees. I also bounced on the exercise ball to try and get things happening.

At this point I had to figure out what to do with Calvin. Thursday was the only day that my main 2 babysitters were unavailable, and my mom wasn’t sure at that point when she would be coming. So I had a fairly complicated schedule of plans A through D worked out, depending on when my mom came, and if/when I would actually go into labour, who would watch Calvin and stuff. The end result was that my mom flew in Wednesday evening, so I didn’t have to rely on anybody else. We got to use the easiest plan!

All through that evening I felt cramps coming on, like menstrual cramps. They didn’t hurt, but they were there. They were fairly strong and consistent while I was nursing Calvin before his bedtime around 8 pm, coming every 2 minutes or so, but slowed down when I was done.  I was hoping that the nursing would help them stay coming stronger and faster, but that didn’t happen. Throughout the rest of the evening I felt them every 8-12 minutes, and they weren’t hurting.

My mom arrived at our place from her flight just before midnight. At that point, I was starting to be in a little bit more pain, but they were still far apart. We went to bed. Tim fell asleep, but I didn’t. Gradually I could feel the cramps getting closer together and stronger. My doctor had instructed me to head to the hospital as soon as I felt like contractions were starting, but I had no clue what the difference was between cramps and contractions. so I decided that point was when I no longer could lay still during one. That ended up being at 2am. I woke Tim up and we made the 5 minute trek to the hospital.

When we got there I was brought to the observation area where they monitored me and the baby for a bit. They measured me at being still at 6cm. Then about half an hour later I was brought to my labour and delivery room. I spent the next little bit sitting on the ball, and riding out the contractions. At this point they were strong enough that I had to breathe through them, but they were quite manageable. It didn’t seem like much was progressing, so I asked if my doctor could break my water. I was 8cm so she came by around 4 am to do that. The passage of time is a bit hazy at this point, but I could immediately tell the contractions got worse right after. During those contractions I took the gas and Tim was continuing to massage my lower back with each contraction while I was on my hands and knees on the bed. I could feel the pain slipping away each time he reached whatever particular spot helped for each individual contraction.

It felt like only a few contractions after my water broke that I felt the need to push. I flipped over onto my back, the bottom of the bed was taken apart and the stirrups were put in place. Going into it, I was apprehensive about delivering on my back, but my doctor assured me that it was the best way for her to control the head and prevent a lot of tearing. Since I was more apprehensive about tearing, I was okay with delivering on my back. The big difference I found between that and having a crouching delivery is that I had to focus energy on two places this time. They wanted me to grab behind my legs and pull up while at the same time pushing. I heard myself say, “I can’t!” because I didn’t have the energy to do both. But somehow I managed, and after 10 minutes of pushing, Victor was here!

I ended up with just a small tear, and because of my quick delivery, there was extra bleeding or something from my uterus, so I was put on an Oxytocin drip afterward for a few hours. So while I didn’t have to be attached to an IV during labour, I was for the first little bit post delivery.

I can already tell a huge difference between this time and last time with regards to recovery. Maybe in part due to it being my second, and partially due to a smaller tear (and less swelling), but I feel like I have more energy, am less sore, and that I will recover a lot quicker in general. Plus, I can sit on our kitchen chairs!

Another difference from last time was that I obviously was not induced. The difference I think this made was that my initial crampy, “pre-labour” was a lot longer this time, but my active labour was shorter. That is definitely not something to complain about!

After Victor was born, we made calls, sent texts and were brought to my room. I wasn’t sure how long they wanted me to stay, but I wanted out that day. A couple people mentioned maybe the next day, but I really didn’t want to spend a night there! All they needed was to make sure Victor was eating okay, that he had good output, and that my Oxytocin drip was done. So we were out of there by 3:30 in the afternoon. I’d say a 13.5 hour trip to the hospital and coming home with a baby is pretty great!

First family photo of four. One day we will get a better one.

First family photo of four. One day we will get a better one.

It has been fun being a family of four the past couple days. Especially watching Calvin with his little brother. I wish you could all see it in person. So cute!

Pregnancy #2: 40 Weeks

This is it! Today is my due date!

I’m not surprised I made it this far, and I kind of expect that I will make it past 41 weeks. I hope I don’t, but so far there isn’t much saying this baby is coming soon.

My days lately have gotten into a nice pattern. We wake up, have breakfast, then play until nap time. Calvin has been spoiling me with 3 hour naps, which is plenty of time for me to get something done then have a good nap myself! I have been trying to do something different every day, like clean the bathroom, vacuum, tidy the kitchen or do laundry, so the house is fairly ready at any moment. When our naps are done, we have lunch then tackle any errands that need to happen or play in the backyard. Then it’s supper time followed by bed time. Lazy, but good days. I am looking forward to a whole winter full of them!

Playing the waiting game this time around isn’t quite as boring as last time, since Calvin is around, but the anticipation is just as big as exciting!

Hopefully this will be the last post you see with a photo of me with a big belly. Cute newborn photos from here on out!

And don’t forget…there is still time to place your guesses in our baby pool!

Diapers For Two

Don’t worry. This will probably be my one and only post about cloth diapers.  I am not that kind of a blogger.

Last night Tim put up some shelves in Calvin’s room. More people = more stuff = need for more space to put stuff. This morning I loaded up the shelves, and it looked too cute to not write about it.

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What you can’t see behind the stacks of diapers are a handful of large screw holes. I had originally bought some bracketless shelves from Target, but it turns out they only work if your walls are perfectly straight. Our are not. So I am going to live with holes until we paint.

For Calvin, I had about 2 dozen diapers and washed them every 2-3 days. I figured I didn’t need to completely double my inventory for a second child because I won’t mind doing laundry a tiny bit more often. So I added a dozen extra gender neutral diapers for a total of 35. The past couple weeks I have actually had Calvin in disposables since I was trying to eradicate an ammonia problem I was having. I tried 4 or 5 different things, and I think I finally got rid of it! Along the way, I also learned how to properly clean things with the hard water we have here and not have that smell build up again.

So now I have fresh smelling diapers again, and I was so happy to be able to get them all set to go. I resized the pale coloured ones to the smallest size for the new baby. That way they are easy to distinguish in the laundry so I can stuff the right sized liner into it. And also, so I can show you this picture and you still have no idea what we are having! Calvin’s room actually looks like a complete nursery for the first time ever, with cute babyish things on a shelf.

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Since this whole diaper station is in Calvin’s room, I will probably have to stash a small amount of the baby’s diapers somewhere else in the house so I can do changes at night or when Calvin is napping. Haven’t thought that through too thoroughly yet.

Meanwhile, here is what our actual “nursery”, which is actually just a corner of our room, looks like now. Pretty much all ready to go. What do you need besides a place to sleep? And look! I have things packed for the hospital! I am so on the ball.

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Pregnancy #2: 37 Weeks

I started this post last week, but never uploaded it because I never took a photo. And I don’t feel like rewriting the whole thing, so I will just post this with a few added edits to make it current.


I am officially in my 9th month of pregnancy (and now considered full term)! Honestly, I probably feel as good as one can this far in. No aches, pains, or fake cramps. It’s just hard to bend over to pick up Cheerios off the floor. I wake up a couple times each night to use the bathroom, and normally I fall back asleep right away, so I am not even that tired. That, I know, will change once the baby is in my arms instead of my uterus.

Things I have left to do are set up the pack and play and sort the newborn stuff I have. It probably will take approximately one nap time, but I have yet to have the nesting urge hit me hard (clothes sorted but not washed…does that really need to happen?; pack and play is not set up because it is our door stop because our door doesn’t latch and something has to keep Calvin out…gonna have to figure something out). Oh, I should probably also get some food in my freezer. Somehow, last time, I ended up with meals for 6 weeks post delivery between what I made and what my mom made (okay, mostly my mom)! It was amazing. Can I just say I am glad this baby is coming in the season it is? It is way easier to put together wintery foods for the freezer (I have thought about what to make and have come up with meatballs, chili, lasagna and stew…sounds like I need to get a lot of ground beef!).

I have mixed emotions about this delivery. I don’t know whether I should feel nervous, scared, or excited to go into labour! With Calvin I was induced at 10 days over due (read about that here), and I am hoping I don’t have to do that again. But thinking about going into labour, I feel like a first timer! Will my water break? How fast will the contractions come? How strong? Will it be uncomfortable to drive to the hospital (fortunately for us, our move brought us just 5 minutes away from it)? What if my labour goes super fast? How will I know when to go in?
At my 36 week appointment, my doctor informed me they would like to induce me again, just because I was fairly quick last time, they don’t want me to wait to go into labour then not get to the hospital in time (but who doesn’t want an awesome “fireman delivered my baby!” story?). She seemed a little more into letting me go into labour naturally once I told her I am 5 minutes from the hospital. But it is hard to say no to convenience sometimes! If I know in advance, then I can for sure have somebody ready to watch Calvin, and my parents won’t have to know at the last moment when to come. As for who we have to watch Calvin, it would be our downstairs tenant and/or Amy. If it’s during the night, we can let Calvin sleep and just let the tenant know and Amy can come in the morning. If it is during the day, things get a little trickier since the tenant works and Amy doesn’t have a car. The doctor probably wouldn’t look too favourably on me driving to go pick her up while in labour when she barely thinks driving 5 minutes to the hospital is a good idea. And also, what about waiting the half hour for Tim to come from work if it happens during the day? Is that too long to wait? Maybe I should let them induce me!

And then there is the uncertainty of knowing what the hospital is like. In this case, it’s not like being a first timer because you know what options are out there. I know what was available at the hospital in Victoria, and I don’t know exactly how this hospital (which for some reason doesn’t do in person tours, just photos online) will compare. But in the end the baby will be here and it will be wonderful.


Here are more thoughts I’ve had since last week.

I have been hearing a lot lately (mostly in my birth club on Baby Center) about the “4th trimester” where women basically stay at home in a little bubble because they are afraid to let people hold their baby and be exposed to germs and such. Some moms are even hard pressed to let their half a year old babies be held by other people! Since these women in my “club” are due at Thanksgiving, give or take a couple weeks, there are so many who say they don’t want to go to family gatherings because of the reasons stated above and think people would be rude to want to hold their baby. These same people don’t want to accept visitors at the hospital or even at home for 2-4 weeks after. For me, personally, this is ridiculous. I am not the kind of person who looks for reasons to leave the house, but I like hanging out with people, family especially. I delivered Calvin on a Friday nightand would have gone to church two days later had I been released from the hospital. I enjoy other people holding my babies and exposing them to germs. I don’t want to hole myself up in my home just because it might be acceptable because I have a newborn and need time to heal. If I need healing time, I can still sit on a couch at somebody else’s house. And even if I didn’t want people to hold my baby, I would keep it in the seat or wear it in a sling, but still visit people.

End rant.

Our baby will be here soon!

My first pregnant selfie.

My first pregnant selfie.