And it’s me for the small win!

Here in Canada, we’re known for a few things.

Hockey, maple syrup, Ryan Gosling, saying sorry a lot…just to name a few, eh?

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Mmhmm.  You. are. welcome.

We’re also known for our public health care system.  It’s pretty impressive.  This isn’t going to be a post about it, but it’s where today’s musings got started.

In my lovely province, when a woman goes home after having a baby, she receives a follow-up call from a nurse.  The goal is to ensure that both Baby and Mama are doing well and adapting to their new circumstances.  I got my call on Monday of this week, and something the nurse said got me thinking.  Continue reading

A civilized birth? Why there’s simply no such thing! Or is there…?

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8 days ago, I was writing a letter to my postpartum self.

Today, I have a 7-day old little girl.  Our pink buddha.  Our fraggle.  I can’t stop inhaling her.  I can’t get enough of her little squeaks, her tiny toes.  She sneezes and the roof lifts and she farts like a trucker.  We are smitten.

So…my little pickle’s birth story… Continue reading

Reading this might save your life…

…if your Baby Mama is on the brink of giving birth or has recently sprung your offspring from her loins.

You see, no matter how well your partner has coped with pregnancy, the entire game changes once Baby arrives.  Your life could be at risk.  This is a life line, my friend.  Take it. Continue reading

Angry at your kid’s teacher? Read this.

I think it’s safe to say that no one makes it through life without encountering some conflict along the way.  Relationships of all kinds – personal, professional, parental – have their trying moments.  It’s how we deal with these moments that defines our character and determines how well we’ll sleep at night.

People are emotional – and sometimes often times, irrational beings.  When others don’t see situations through the same lens as we do, conflict can result.  Trust me, I know – I’m an elementary school teacher. Continue reading

3am Musings

Let me set the scene:

It’s 3am, and my bladder has awoken me for my nightly pilgrimage to the washroom.  I ricochet off a wall or a doorway on my way to the en suite because I keep my eyes closed and the lights off in hopes that I don’t wake up my mind.  Do you know what’s worse than a fully alert mind at 3am?  A fully alert pregnant mind. Continue reading

Finding connection at the nail salon

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With Baby Girl set to arrive in just over one week, I decided to use some time today to take care of a task that every woman hopes to accomplish pre-baby: a pedicure.

I like to bring my own polish with me because the thought of the brush touching other people’s toenails makes me gag a little.  Afflicted by indecision, I was struggling to choose between three colours: OPI Malaga Wine, Zoya Elodie, and Zoya Tara.  I figured the best way to reach a decision would be to put each colour on a few toes and compare for optimal emotional reaction, as in…

Which colour would make me feel the most ready to have my abdomen slit open and a baby pulled out of it? Continue reading