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Hygge Journaling Course for my “It’s Always Sunny” family

The Hygge Wife has just put together a journaling course and I was gifted the opportunity to take part in it.  I’m planning on journaling here, on this very blog, for the duration of the month long course, in my attempt to keep myself accountable and on task!

“The Hygge Journals was created to help you live the intentional, hygge-centered lifestyle that you’ve always wanted to. It is the lifestyle that I have built over the last couple of years (ever since finding hygge) and that has changed my life for the better. It is a month-long journaling course in seeking hygge. Throughout this course, you will be given a series of journaling prompts and activities that will inspire you to seek hygge and live intentionally.”

“What is The Hygge Journals?

  • A 30 day, intensive journaling course to help you immerse yourself in journaling and finding hygge

  • Lessons on starting a journaling practice and using it to become more intentional

  • Activities to help you create a more hyggelig lifestyle and household

  • A course that will help you create tangible life changes towards a more meaningful life…”

 

I am excited to get started and to see what it is all about.. I hope to utilize this time to help keep myself and my home calm and centered, to create a real cozy atmosphere that my children will remember and want to come home to as they age and move out of the nest.  To help lead me to be more of the woman I want to be and the home I wish to have, you know,  instead of the crazed lunatic asylum we currently live in 😉  My home is like an episode of “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” without all the drugs and alcohol.. Lots and lots of screaming and yelling over one another..  I suppose that can be cozy in it’s own way?  Maybe?

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I definitely need to recreate this photo with my family..

 

I found The Hygge Wife while perusing through her instagram page one day.  She takes very lovely calming photos.  I would not mind recreating some of that atmosphere in my own home!

 

Stay tuned to see if I will be joining Misha Collins with Gishwhes as I will definitely post about that as well!  Not sure if my little application was accepted or not..

 

p.s. I totally figured out how to add those hyperlink into the body of the text!!  woo hoo!  I’m probably going to over use this function all the time!

 

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birthdays, Chickens, children, home life, Homesteading, Spring

Assessing Growth (I spelled ass)

Thursday we celebrated Settimio’s 12th birthday. Sometimes it is hard to believe he is almost a man. He is nearly as tall as I am. I do think he will surpass me in height this coming year.
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Settimio chose banana pancakes for his special dinner. We also made 3 lbs of bacon!
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I have never been a fan of bacon but lately I’ve been enjoying it if it is cooked very crispy, almost burnt. He decided on a chocolate and peanutbutter ice cream cake so I picked one of those up from Dairy Queen, as well. Overall I think he had a nice birthday. Spring break started the next day so they got to stay up late watching a movie. Friday, was a reserved make up snow day, but since the kids had no snow days this year in our very mild Pacific North West winter they got the day off. Though, we did have to get up nice and early for a dentist appointment. Such a nice mom I am to schedule their dentist appointment on their first day of spring break! Ahhh.. they finally get to sleep in.. Nope! Gotta get up to be to the dentist at 9 am! Oh well, at least it’s done and over with for 6 more months.

Today is Saturday, day two of Spring Break 2016(!! Said like a stupid mtv announcer!!) and Fiammetta has a birthday party to go to in a little while. We have already been up for about 5 hours. Well, the 4 youngest kids and I have. The eldest 2 are still snug in bed, as they usually are on the weekend mornings (afternoons and eveings as well if I let them!). The littles have all eaten breakfast, made messes, cleaned up, gotten hurt, climbed trees,
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ran around inside and outside screaming, climbed the railings,
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etc.. etc.., and now are calmly watching a bit of television while I nurse the baby in bed. It is always very lively at our house. After vacuuming this morning I decided to go outside and assess (heh heh I spelled assess, I’m pronouncing it asses in my head) the growth of our garden and weeds. So many dang horsetails are coming up. I really dislike those things!

The other day when I was outside I tied a some disposable water bottles to a couple branches of one of our cherry trees.
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I need to do more branches so they grow downward instead of upward. Makes for easier picking in the future.
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I planted the fruit trees the first or second year we lived here, as well as a plethora of other plants. I planted a total of 2 different kinds of cherry trees, (here is our other cherry)
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a pear tree with different varieties grafted on, (the next 2 shots are the pear, it’s hard to see all the flowers in front of the other big flowering tree/bush behind it. Not sure what that one is called but it smells beautiful!)
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(The pear from a different angle, you can really see how vertical the branches are)
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and 3 grafted espalier apple trees. The apple trees really need a good pruning. They are not looking very espalier at the moment! I also planted a variety of other plants including a lilac bush/tree,
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a climbing hydrangea, 4 currant bushes, a spirea, (the spirea is in the foreground, the climbing hydrangea behind it)
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and some hostas.
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I don’t remember the variety of this one but it is the only one that survived. I love its variegated leaves!

The kids and the chickens followed me around the yard wanting their photos taken too. Every time I turned around there was a chicken! This is Goldie.
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I also got a couple of our cats Ginger
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(she looks like such a stuck up b**ch, she can be fiesty but she’s a sweetie)
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and Arya.
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Arya likes hanging out on the roof. She is all black but in the sun her coat looks red too, it’s very pretty. She also has extra toes on all her paws, and she doesn’t smell very good. I don’t know if it’s her breath or her butt, but it grosses me out a bit. 🙂 haha!

The Phlox I planted grows back thicker each year.
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When it flowers it looks so pretty and smells so sweet. This particular one has white flowers.

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This shot is going up the side of our house from our back yard up to the front. The first cherry tree I showed you is right up there just past the stone steps. The second cherry tree is right behind me. I used to have a whole bunch of creeping jenny, a ground cover type plant, planted along the side of the house. The creeping jenny was spreading so far it had almost covered the entire pathway. My sweet chickens have torn it all up and now use that area for dust baths. I need to move the tiny fencing, now it just looks weird! I would love to put more ferns or hostas toward the right side near the fence. We had over 100 – 150 strawberry plants in various places through out the garden but it looks as though the chickens have torn up and eaten them as well.

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Sal is so cute 🙂 we cut his hair the other day. He wanted me to but then wasn’t pleased with the results. At least it grows back quickly.
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A view from under our deck. To the left is the huge hydrangea that was here when we moved in. I’ve trimmed it down low multiple times since we’ve lived here. I wonder how large it would be now if I hadn’t! One tier down from where the shovel is are a few blueberry bushes our landlord dropped off 2 summers ago. They have a blueberry farm and were thinning out their crop so I asked for a few bushes. All back outside of our fence is a large field and blackberry brambles. To the right of this picture is our chicken coop.
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Stays snug and dry in the rain.
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This is going from our front door up to the road where we park. To the right is the garage. On the side of the garage is various plants including a fuschia. It’s very pretty in the summer. On the left is a citrusy smelling, yellow orange peony bush. It is just starting to bud.
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It smells so wonderful in the late spring/early summer.

I am hoping I will be able to stay more on top of weed pulling this year in the garden. Last summer was very unpleasant with the high temperatures while being pregnant and still trying to do the Farmer’s Market. This year I won’t be doing market because it has been extremely hard to get anything done with the new baby in arms minus a husband to occasionally help out around the house. I am keeping my etsy open and hoping to be back at market for the summer of 2017.

I need to get out in the garden soon with out the baby and get the horse tails pulled up before it gets out of control! Although I prefer the introspective, colder months I do find myself looking forward to the season of growth. I’m hoping to get a few more pots for the deck and expanding our herbs and tomatoes.

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Mishapocolypse 2017 that is for Ophelia 🙂 xo

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Chickens, children, home life, Homesteading, spirituality, Spring

Spring has Sprung!

Happy Easter, Ostara, Vernal/spring Equinox!! Spring is here! Heading into my least favorite time of the year.. but it still is beautiful and every day and season is a good time to be alive, even if I do prefer the darkness 😉

Here is a picture of some of my children and subsequent thangs..

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Sally is climbing the trees, Fifi and farmer girl Percy posing for a picture. Both in their salt water sandals. I kind of want to get myself a pair!

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A little sign for the front gate I picked up on amazon.com, wanted to warn people of the probable chicken poo!

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This is Coco.. don’t remember her breed but she isn’t fond of being picked up!

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Coco and Cute Chicken behind her.. They are both the same breed and the most skittish. They are still sweet and curious and all the girls follow us around when we are outside.

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Hi Cute Chicken! 🙂 That is what Persephone named her. And there’s our Peep in the background.

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Here’s Goldie, she’s a golden sex link and our most outgoing chicken. I usually get to hold her. She is also our most adventurous! Often times she jumps our fence and I will find her wandering the neighbors yards. Sometimes two or three houses over. She even explores the blackberry brambles out back.

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The only one I didn’t get a close up of was Peep. She is a Silver Laced Wyandotte. She is also pretty personable. You can see her on the far right of the coop. I put a blanket on the roof to help keep heat in during our winter. It was pretty mild here in the Pacific Northwest but we did get some chilly nights. Their coop is under our deck and it is pretty waterproof, so even when it rains little water gets under there.

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Fresh eggs! Our girls aren’t big on laying in their coop so I have to search the yard for newly preferred nesting spot. They switch it up on me every couple of weeks! It’s like a mini easter eggs hunt, except instead of candy filled eggs I get to find a clutch of these beautiful brown, sometimes spotted, protein filled, treasures..  It’s kind of fun to find the new nest, like finding the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

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I will leave you with a picture of me and my little sweetie, Valentino. He’s wearing one of the little bubble suits that I hand embroider and sell in my etsy shop. I love Peter Rabbit baby things, and Beatrix Potter books and illustrations. To me she captures the true essence of innocence and childhood. Happy Spring to all! May yours be filled with all the lovely things in life!

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Forces of Nature

We first moved in to our home in March of 2012. This year we have lived here for four years.  Settimio was the first one in our family to celebrate his birthday here.  Our house was still so sparse and there was much unpacking to do!

We have spent four winters in this little house by the bay. One winter we had a light dusting of snow that melted before the kids came home from school. This winter has been by far the wettest I’ve seen here. There has been almost constant rain and we’ve had our little road flood numerous times. There has been standing water on our road almost the entire winter. It will slowly drain away only to be replaced a couple days later with more rain water. At one point the city closed the road and had people come in to fix the drainage problem. The back field behind our house has looked more like a lake than grassland.

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off my back deck, looks like a lake! to the far right is the bay. to the middle and left is supposed to be a field!

Last night we went to sleep with the wind blowing and howling through the trees up and down our little valley. We live just outside of city limits on a little plot of land between two bays.  The bays lie North and South of us, East and West of us are two hills.  We live on the lower end on the West hill.  So, when the wind gets blowing it just whips right through here, it can be pretty amazing.  Quite a few trees have fallen this winter and knocked out electricity for a time.  The power company is pretty good and usually gets the electricity back on quickly.  I don’t think we’ve gone longer than one night without.

Throughout the night I woke to the wind blowing against our little house. At times I worry that the trees might fall and land on our roof but they seem to be pretty sturdy.

This morning I awoke to the wind blowing and Ophelia telling me to come look at the water of the bay blowing up and onto the road.  Water on the road is not new, but never before have I seen it come from the bay side.  I came out to see and there looked to be two little waterfalls flowing from the bay down into the road.

 

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I have never seen the water this high before.  Some of the driftwood are pushed up off the beach onto the grassy area and the waves are spraying up.  It’s hard to see but the little waterfalls falling into the road are off to the left.

There is a little hill built up by the bay, presumably to keep the water in or out depending on your point of view.  I heard that before the road was built the water from the bay came all the way up behind our house.  Beautiful, scary, and amazing this wind has been.

 

I love the noise and watching the clouds fly by, the bright morning sun breaking through the clouds illuminating the earth making anything with a wet surface shine like liquid silver.

It truly is beautiful and you can feel the power emanating from the elements.  I’m surprised we still have electricity, though oddly and unexpectedly we don’t have water. A water main has broken but thankfully crews are on there way to restore them.  As I sit here writing I can hear the mighty wind whoosh through while my chickens cluck and bawk at the inconvenience of it all!

Days like this I love to open all the windows and doors and let the fresh air flood in, giving the house a much needed cleansing. It’s a wonderful feeling lying in the warm bed with the baby softly snoozing beside me feeling the cold, clean air around us.

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I’m Wide Awake

It’s the middle of the night and I should be sleeping in my warm bed with my children.  The past couple of weeks I’ve had all 4 little ones in the bed with me.  Besides my king size bed I have a set of bunk beds in my room.  Fiammetta usually sleeps in her own bed on the top bunk but lately she has been coming up with different reasons why she should sleep with us.. Mostly it’s because she’s scared of one thing or another. I’m ok with it.. I love having them all squished in there with me.  I think it’s most uncomfortable for her and Sal.  I keep me and the baby separated from the rest with a pillow between us.  That way the kids won’t roll over and accidentaly squish him.  I’ve been having trouble sleeping this past month.  I seem to fall asleep great, and some nights I can even stay asleep for the whole night.. (as much as one can while breastfeeding a 4 month old) But then other nights I wake up around 3 or 4 am and my mind is racing, jumping from one thought process to the next.  Tonight seems to be one of those nights. I think it may be because I have been falling asleep with the kids around 7 or 8 pm so by 3 or 4 am I’ve already had about 8 hours of sleep!
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Messy heap of blankets and babies

This past weekend the husband came down to visit with the kids.  He rented a hotel with a pool so the little ones would get to swim.  All three of them ended up staying over both nights with him.  That was a bit weird and sad.  I’m not used to sleeping with out them.  That was the only time besides when Valentino was born that Persephone has not slept with me.  I missed her tiny little body next to mine.  Every night she falls asleep holding my hand or putting her tiny chubby hands on my arms.  She’s very snuggly.  Last night I had her little hands on my arm and Salvatore fell asleep, next to Persephone, with his arm draped across her to hold my hand.  When I do wake up in the middle of the night I love hearing all of their soft breathing. They all have been sleeping pretty calmly.  It seems that if there is less of them in the bed that is when the wilder sleeping happens, when I will wake up with Percy upside down or laying sideways, to a little whimper, a sudden crazy scream, and less frequently there have been kicks or punches to the face from a dreaming little one 🙂  The latter three I can definitely live without!

So this Friday Alex came by to pick up the kids and take them out to dinner and they all decided they wanted to stay over night with him at the hotel.  So I packed them all up a bag and kissed and hugged my babes goodbye.  This is definitely not the way I wanted or imagined my family to be!  I knew it would be good for them, and for Alex, but it’s hard for me to let them go.  Saturday I was taking Settimio out for his early birthday date.  He wanted to go see Deadpool and I wasn’t sure it would still be out in the theatre at his real birthday a month later so we decided to go now when Alex would have the little kiddos.. Settimio and I went out to eat lunch at Anelia’s in La Conner, a Polish restaurant that two of my younger brothers work at; one as the Chef and the other as a waiter and prep cook. We had the brunch, Timio had the Joe breakfast hoagie made from french toast with bacon and home made sausage, I had a super delicious veggie omlete.  Ophelia stayed home and we took the baby with us, he had the breastmilk. After brunch before heading in to the movie we met up with Alex and the other kids at the mall.  He agreed to watch the baby for the 2 hours so I could watch the movie with Settimio.  At Salvatore’s birthday movie date in January we went to see the new star wars movie and I had to stand the whole time so the baby wouldn’t cry.  I really did not want a repeat of that so I asked Alex to watch Valentino for me so I could sit this time!  The 4 little ones and dad hung out at the mall playground for a couple hours.   The movie was pretty sweet.  Settimio covered his eyes a couple times during the less kid friendly parts 🙂 There was one sex scene, one strip club scene with boobs, a lot of crude humor and some pretty gruesome killing bits, way more than in the other superhero movies but Settimio is almost 12 so it wasn’t too terrible.  Definitely not a movie I would let the younger kids see. Overall we both enjoyed it!  After the movie I got Valentino, Salvatore and Settimio and we went home,  Alex was taking the girls to the daddy daughter dance that night!  This was his and Fiammetta’s 3rd and Persephone’s first time attending.  Little Percy has been so excited to go!  All year since the last one she’s been talking about going to the Daddy Daughter Dance.  They went out for dinner at Anthony’s, a seafood restaurant in town, one of Fiammetta’s favorite places.  After the dance they came by and got Sally so he could spend the night with them too.

I knew Sunday would be a long day!  My mom and I had plans to go to Ikea while Alex had the kids.  I suppose that is one good thing about the little ones being gone for the day, I can get a bit more stuff done!  Driving to Ikea from where I live takes about an hour and a half to two hours.  My mom drove down my brother’s empty van and I drove down my van with all seats but the the two front and the baby’s removed.  Ophelia and Settimio stayed home but we took Little V with us.  I was going down to get a couch, a rug, a bookcase and a bed frame.  We walked around and checked stuff out..It was crazy packed. I got all the crap I came for and we left.  That is the brief version because in reality that journey took all day!!  We got home just after dark and I had to unload all that heavy, heavy from the van.  Had the older two help while my mom held the baby.  It all ended up fitting in my brothers van so mine was empty.  No reason to have taken out my seats, but I’m glad I was prepared just in case!  Would have totally sucked if I didn’t take out the seats and ended up needing the room.  After we got every thing unloaded from the van and carried down the stairs into my house I realized that we grabbed the wrong size bed frame.. wah wah..  So this Saturday I will be making another lovely trip to Ikea to exchange the queen size bed for the proper king that I need.  I may buy a few candles that I passed up the first time.  When we got home Alex had already dropped the littles off and headed back up to the B’ham.  They were all watching t.v. when we arrived.  Good way to keep them preoccupied while unloading the loot.  I got the rug layed out  and the couch put together then headed to bed.. I was exhausted and my feet hurt from walking around all day on the concrete floor.

The past few days I have been getting stuff put together and painted.  I spray painted the shelf I bought a fancy gold.
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 I also did the same lovely gold treatment to some letter fridge magnets I have, classin’ up the place a bit.
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 The couch is in our upstairs living room.  I bought two white slipcovers for it.  That way when one is dirty, and I know it will be with my children, I can throw it in the wash and put the other one on.  I suppose we didn’t need a couch up here but I was tired of sitting on the chairs we have.
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My old “couch” wasn’t cuttin’ it.. though I did paint and reupholster those babies right after Persephone was born.

They weren’t too comfortable to sit in while trying to nurse The Newborn.  That’s what all the little kids call Valentino, I hope that remains his nickname until he’s an old man!!  We still call my little Joey brother Fetus, his nickname from babyhood.
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The new and improved version.. don’t mind all those canvases back there.. the gold shelf drying, the new rug nice and soft for fresh crawling baby knees, when that happens..

So now it is almost 5 in the morning.. hopefully I can fall back asleep and not feel too much like crap in the morning when I have to get up in one more hour to get the kids ready for school..

Goodnight world.  xoxo

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I’m a loser, baby…

I still wear my wedding ring. At this point in time my husband has been gone for 1 year and about 3 weeks.  But I still keep it on.  Not because of my husband, I have 6 kids and I’m by myself.

I inherited this ring from my Aunt.  As long as I have seen it on her finger I have always admired it.  It is delicate, beautiful, and has a vintage charm to it. My Aunt in turn inherited it from my Great Grandmother, my Grandpas Mother, when she passed.  It was my Great Grandmothers wedding ring.  It has a lot of sentimental value to me.  When I see it I think of my Aunt and I think of my Great Grandmother, whom I am partially named after.  I wonder what her life was like as I didn’t get to know her, she died before I was born.  I wonder about all the things this ring has seen.  But those reasons are not what compels me to keep my ring on.

I have 6 kids and I am by myself.  Or rather, I am husband-less.  I do have a lot of family that loves and helps us, especially my Mom.  Though, when I go out in public I don’t feel particularly fond of being judged by others.  Not that I think I am the center of their world, but In the back of my mind being judged is a worry.  I know that I should care less what others think of me, but for some strange reason right now it does bother me. The child support I get every month covers rent and some bills. If I got an outside job I doubt my pay would even cover my day care costs and then someone else would be raising my kids. I have to use food stamps when I go grocery shopping. Mostly, I wonder what the cashier or the people in line behind me think of me with all my children while I use a food benefit card or wic checks.  I wonder if my relatives think I am a freeloader on our government. I see all the negative comments on social media about single moms, or the bumper stickers saying “if you can’t feed ’em don’t breed ’em”.

This is not how I imagined my life would be.  I am trying to make the best of this situation and raise my kids to be healthy and hopefully never land in a similar situation themselves.  I keep telling my kids to be sure to love the person you make babies with.  I tell my sons it is not the noble thing to leave the mother of your children without exhausting every possibility of making that life work (except in the case of abuse, leave immediately!)  Take care of your children and spouses. I feel like once we make the decision to have children our lives cease to become ours. We must live to nurture, love, and take care of them and when they are old enough to care for themselves that is when our wants can come back into focus. Not saying we shouldn’t have a bit of time here and there for ourselves, we all need time to recharge our batteries now and again, but our FOCUS should be these little lives we brought into this world.

There are times when I think of moving my ring to the other hand. And maybe someday I will. But for now, there it stays. Not because of my husband, I have 6 kids and I’m by myself.

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My Unhappy Pregnancy

My Dear Little One,

When I got pregnant with you my marriage was falling apart.  Your dad had been out of the house for over a week.  This wasn’t his first venture out but it was going to be his last.   When you were conceived it was in a momentary lapse in your dad’s plans.  He had said he wanted to come home and try to work things out but changed his mind after about three hours of being home.  It was the day after the Super bowl and the Seahawks lost.  I didn’t find out I was pregnant until a couple weeks later when  I got that all too familiar sign of fatigue and sickness.. I was hoping that it was just the flu.. I was hoping my body was wrong. I did not want to be pregnant.  I did not want another baby.  My husband was leaving and I did not want to do this alone.  I did not want to be a single mother to 5 children let alone think about bringing another one in to our family at that time.  My youngest child was only 1 year and 4 months old.  I did not want to make her be a big sister yet.  I wanted her to be able to enjoy her babyhood a bit longer.  To get all the cuddles and love she deserved.  I was just starting to get bits of time to myself again as well.  I did not want to give that up.  But, mostly I didn’t want to be raising 6 kids on my own.

I was miserable, mentally, emotionally, and physically. Thankfully my physical sickness with you ended along with the first trimester. In the beginning, before I could feel any movement, I kept hoping I’d misscarry. I had had 5 normal pregnancies with healthy babies as the outcome so I didn’t think misscarriage was likely. I did not feel that abortion was the right choice. As much as I didn’t want another child I didn’t feel it was up to me to destroy this life that was growing inside me.

But still I was unhappy. I was hurting. It made it worse that I didn’t want you. I felt guilty. As much as I didn’t want another child I felt worse about not wanting you when you were already there growing inside of me. I cried for you, I cried for my unwanted baby. I went through all the motions and I had to pretend to others that everything was normal or I was happy but inside I felt like I was dying. It killed me to not be happy for you. To wish you weren’t there.  To not wonder about my perfect little miracle. To not plan with excitement for your arrival as my belly grew bigger. To not anticipate your perfect little baby toes and fingers.. To not be so impatient to know you and hold you in my arms. To not marvel at each and every tiny movement or flutter in my belly. Going to the midwife and hearing your heartbeat was not the happiest thing in the world for me. I think the first time I heard it I said, “yup, well I guess it’s in there.” As much as I didn’t want you, it hurt me worse to not want you. The guilt ate at me and continued to do so even after you were born.

I would try to make myself be excited but I couldn’t.  I tried making things for you, getting spaced cleared out in the house so I would have a place for all your little clothes. Logically, I knew that after you were born I’d love you.. but it was the getting there that was the hard part.  My life felt like it was falling apart and I was trying to care for 5 other kids and myself.

I felt guilty that my negetive thoughts might be putting you in danger. That you weren’t growing in the healthiest of environments. That what if you made it through gestation and labor but then you die as an infant because I didn’t want you when I was pregnant. At 3 months old now, I know we are still not out of the woods with that but I pray and meditate on that often to keep you safe and healthy so you can grow into a man. (A well adjusted man who won’t leave his family because he has decided he doesn’t want responsibility any more.)  I felt guilty because there are so many people in the world who so badly want a baby  but can’t and there I was pregnant wishing I wasn’t.

I also developed this irrational fear of giving birth to you. I was terrified. Maybe in part that was because I knew that once you were born you would be here and I’d have to figure out a way to care for a brand new infant as well as 5 other kiddos by myself while trying to heal and rest and that seemed a herculean task!  The thought of going through the pain alone was almost unbearable.  I worried on it incessantly.

My fear of your birth was not unfounded. On November 1st after I went to bed I awoke to use the bathroom and I thought I peed myself. I know, gross. I kinda jumped out of bed because I was leaking. I ran to the bathroom and got cleaned up then went back to bed. I had to get up around 5 times because I kept thinking my bladder was failing! I had a midwife appointment the next morning and they confirmed my water had broke and I was actually in early labor. The contractions were mild but I was about 4 cm dilated. I went back home and layed in bed while they got stronger. By the early afternoon they were pretty regular and I decided to go to the hospital because mentally I was really unprepared to have you. Contractions stopped on the way there. My mind and my fears would not let my body work properly.  I ended up having to have pitocin to get them going again. I also had my very 1st epidural! You are my first child I ever had drugs with. It was nice at taking away the pain in my belly, but I felt everything else! I had to push you out for about 3 hours. Your head was turned the wrong way. At 12:16 am on November 3, 2015 you were born and your little hand came out with your head. You cried and I was so relieved to have that over. When I saw your face I loved you. Instantly. You were so perfect and so beautiful. Big dark eyes, lots of dark hair, perfect little fingers and toes. You were 9 pounds 12 ounces, my largest baby!  I could not stop looking at your face.  All my worries melted away when I got to hold you in my arms.  I knew that I could make it work.  I had to be a good mama for you and all my other children.

Even now, 3 months after your birth and you are one of my favorite things to look at.  You are one of the most beautiful humans I have seen.  And boy, are you a lot of trouble!  You are the most particular baby I have had.  You are so dang picky!  You are a perfect little Scorpio.  If I have to put you down for whatever reason you just cry and cry and will not stop until you are picked up again.  Even if I can’t pick you up for 20 minutes.. (having 5 other kids means I still have to make dinner and do laundry) You are not the kind of baby who cries themselves to sleep.  Every night instead of nursing to sleep in our bed like all my other children did you want to be held and rocked or nursed in the rocking chair.   And you hardly nap during the day.  But I love you dearly.  You have won me over, and stolen my heart.  I would do anything in the world to make you happy and just to get to love you.  I still can not get over that beautiful little face and perfect body.  Your smiles fills me with so much joy.  I am thankful for you and what I have gone through to have you in my life.  I am so happy you chose to come to me.  Although, it may have not been the best time in my mind, I’m sure you came to me when you did for a reason.

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my sweet Valentine

 

All my love,

Mama

xoxo

 

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