I am honestly starting to think that by blogging about our parenting adventures, the universe somehow feels responsible for ensuring that I never lack writing material, because life is truly starting to feel ridiculous. Curve ball, after curve ball, after curve ball. Luckily, I am better suited at catching and handling metaphorical curve balls than … Continue reading #allergymom
A Change of Plans (x 1000)
I like plans. Plans are my favourite. It means that I know what to expect and can adequately prepare for what’s going to happen. I came from a family of planners, so I come by it honestly. In fact, my sister’s “planniness” has already rubbed off on my three-year-old niece, who has on several occasions, … Continue reading A Change of Plans (x 1000)
Unexpected Heart Results and a Real Life "Would you Rather?"
I feel unsettled. I feel like any minute, the powers-that-be are going to jump out of the sky and say, “You’ve been punked!”. I feel like we are living in a movie plot line and I am but a helpless character stuck in my home, praying that I am not the next person to turn … Continue reading Unexpected Heart Results and a Real Life "Would you Rather?"
Will He Walk? – Our Little “CHAMP”
While I’m not hugely superstitious, the fact that Cade’s follow-up appointment with orthopedics was scheduled on a “Friday the 13th” always felt a bit ominous. Since we were made privy to the fact that Cade is missing bones in his foot, Lyndon and I knew that the treatment plan and prognosis may be different than … Continue reading Will He Walk? – Our Little “CHAMP”
Dad Jokes, Future Fashion Dilemmas, and a Follow-Up Appointment with Plastics
In hindsight, it may not have been the wisest decision to schedule Cade’s immunizations the day before his follow-up appointment with the pediatric plastic surgeon. Getting out the door for a morning appointment is hard enough on a normal day. Getting out the door with a crabby two-month old with a slight fever who is … Continue reading Dad Jokes, Future Fashion Dilemmas, and a Follow-Up Appointment with Plastics
Amniotic Banding or Ankle Rolls? – A Long Awaited Appointment with the Geneticist
Setting: Our bedroom. Random night. Sometime past midnight. Cade (from bassinet beside our bed): Squawk! Cry… Me (sleepily but hurriedly): Lyndon, you need to get him, I’m pumping! Lyndon (looking bewildered): Umm… no you’re not. I opened my eyes. I was in bed. There was definitely no breast pump attached to me. I burst out … Continue reading Amniotic Banding or Ankle Rolls? – A Long Awaited Appointment with the Geneticist
The Hand (and Foot) We’re Dealt [Continued] – Questions, Answers, and Spilled Soup.
Instagram is a funny thing. Since Cade’s birth, I’ve posted pictures of myself from the two occasions that I put on makeup and clothes that were not leggings and an old, baggy t-shirt. The other day, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Half of my greasy hair was falling out of my … Continue reading The Hand (and Foot) We’re Dealt [Continued] – Questions, Answers, and Spilled Soup.
The Hand (and Foot) We’re Dealt – Our Birth Story and the Discovery of Cade’s Lucky Fins (Plural!)
Sunday, September 15 9:30 pm “This is the first night that we are going to sleep and I am not confident that we are going to make our due date.” This is what I said to Lyndon three and a half hours before my labour began. Call it mother’s intuition? Because there were no glaringly … Continue reading The Hand (and Foot) We’re Dealt – Our Birth Story and the Discovery of Cade’s Lucky Fins (Plural!)
Part VII – Upside Down, Rightside Up, or Sideways?
♪ Breech, breech, baby… do do do do do do do do… ♫ Do you hear it?! Lately, I’ve had that (slightly altered) version of Vanilla Ice in my head more times than I would like to admit. I apologize if it now plagues you too. Four weeks ago, at our 32-week routine prenatal check-up, … Continue reading Part VII – Upside Down, Rightside Up, or Sideways?
Part VI – Breech Babies and Finger Bones: An Introduction to the World of Plastic Surgery
“Ugggghhhhhhh… my hips hurt… my legs hurt… gaaahhhh I slept soooo bad last night.” That’s what Lyndon woke up to last Thursday morning. Lucky man. I moved my pillow mountain, rolled over dramatically (to ensure that he understood the seriousness of my plight) and grabbed my phone. A missed call and voicemail from a Saskatoon … Continue reading Part VI – Breech Babies and Finger Bones: An Introduction to the World of Plastic Surgery
The Hand We're Dealt 