A few months ago when our tiny bub was only a week old we had the pleasure of having Austin of Austin Kyle Photography come to our home and snap some pictures of Everton and our little family. We LOVED the work she did for us with our maternity photos and had to have her again for our newborn photos!
It feels like I just wrote Everton’s one month update, and in some ways I did because I was a little late last month on posting it. I figured if I didn’t get this one done pretty much on time I wouldn’t get it done at all since Christmas is almost upon us and life will be hectic with all the festivities!
In designing Everton’s nursery, I knew I wanted to create a room that could grow with him as he grew up. I didn’t start off wanting a blue coloured wall, in fact I started off with quite the opposite. Originally I had pinned inspiration photos in shades of greys, whites and creams. I knew that I wanted to do an accent wall like we had done behind the crib in Miss Lace’s room so I began the hunt for the perfect wallpaper. Once I started looking, I found myself gravitating towards watercolour stripe wallpapers in shades of grey. I ordered a few different samples, but each time I was disappointed as they appeared to look either green or purple once taped to the wall in his room. After searching for a while more with little luck, I ended up ordering a black watercolour stripe sample and a blue watercolour stripe sample from the same company. The black sample looked too harsh and didn’t mix into my neutral and light look that I had originally formed in my mind so it was instantly off the table. I then decided to tape the blue sample to the wall and was surprised to find myself not hating the large amount of colour in brought into the room. I left it there for a few weeks and let myself slowly start to wrap my head around embracing the idea of colour.
My first monthly update and I am embarrassed to say I am already late to write and post it! I really hope this is not setting the tone for the rest of the updates I plan to do. Last week I was on week 2 of being sick with a head cold when I also experienced mastitis. I had mastitis before when Emsley was 6 weeks old. This time around I was more aware of what it feels like and when I got a plugged duct almost right away with Everton I quickly nipped it (pun intended). I think I missed this one because I wrote off the aches and chills to my cold instead of thinking it was anything else. Anyways, the point is I was feeling AWFUL last week and although I had snapped his pictures, sitting and typing this up never got done. So here it is now, better late than never!
Miss Lace no longer an only child? This thought was absolutely terrifying for me. How would she feel when she first saw her new sibling no longer in mommy’s belly but rather now magically in mommy’s arms, leaving much less room for her? I was very worried about this transition. I would run through this moment in the hospital in my head frequently. The moment when Ems would first meet her brother. How would she react? Would she be happy, excited, upset, confused, or sad? I prepped myself and her for this moment as best I could, both mentally and physically. Knowing that she would need to feel important in her new role as a big sister, I collected a few items that I knew would make her feel special. I gave some of them to her at home and brought others along to the hospital.
Friday, October 20, 2017: Once Emsley was in bed and the later evening was upon us I found myself babbling to my hubby on the couch, telling him that I felt like this baby boy was never going to come. After having Emsley early at 38 weeks, it really messed with my head that our second babe should also come early. Despite having this feeling, I also sensed this little boy was going to cook longer than his big sis and I had predicted he would arrive during week 39. The Instagram world of mom’s shared their personal birth stores with me, informing me that their babies arrival dates varied, proving siblings didn’t always follow the same path weeks wise. Despite knowing all this and in the end not even making it to my due date, I found myself once again almost in denial that I was ever going to have this baby. The lead up had peaked for me around the start of 39 weeks and by the end of that week I was feeling deflated and discouraged. Almost feeling as though that belly of mine was there to stay for good, which was a terrifying thought since I was a whale and could barely eat, breathe or move anymore. Despite feeling physically ready and expecting him to arrive at any point, I secretly wished and was grateful that he hadn’t yet come. If you read my last post you’ll know that I was struggling with the acceptance of another babe. My “Emsley world” was a great world to be in and I was worried about how much baby brother’s arrival would affect her as well as our relationship. My maternity leave this time started at 39 weeks and because baby boy didn’t arrive before then, week 39 became Emsley and mommy’s week of fun. I focused on my one child whole heartedly, enjoyed my time with just her and dedicated each new day to her and her only. I am so incredibly grateful for that week. It really was unexpected to some extent but one hundred percent needed, valued and enjoyed.
Preparing Emsley’s room before she came was one of the greatest joys for me during the pregnancy period. Picking out items for her, from clothes, to toys and to room decor really helped me connect with her future worldly presence. Every little item I picked out for her was so exciting and made me feel elated at the thought of her pending arrival. This time however, life is busier. With having a toddler running around, combined with juggling being a working mom, I find the time I have to sit, nest and prepare for baby brother is MUCH less compared to the amount of time I had to do that when I was pregnant with Miss Lace. In a lot of ways, I have struggled with that. To me, nesting and creating my baby’s nursery is what really allowed me to feel ready and excited for Emsley’s arrival. That being said, I never did feel like having her was really going to happen. Continue reading