I could talk about my childbirth experience all day long. It is probably the best story I have. It has everything a good story needs. Action. Conflict. Blood and Gore. Sweat and Tears. Pain. Hard Work. Agonizing Suspense. Climax. And finally, a perfect resolution. But if you’re thinking about having a baby any time soon,…
Marriage
The Big Reset
Last night, as we sat on the cusp of 2012, my husband asked me if this had been a good year. I teared up. There is one memory that hasn’t left me all year. One memory that was created exactly one year ago from last night. As the clock on 2010 started to run out,…
Searching for Words
Becoming a mother is a wonderful thing. All of a sudden a sweet new life creates an abundance of love that colours life from that moment on. Wide eyes, full smiles, bubbly giggles. Helping, teaching, exploring the world through fresh eyes. Being a mother is wonderful. It can also be soul-crushing. Despite filling our lives…
The Crappy Parts
I used to be so good at this. Sure, it took me months to figure out the perfect combination of activities that made for one ideal, child-friendly, productive and peaceful day. But once I had that routine down, I was doing good. I was a stay-at-home-Mom keeping a baby happy while maintaining a reasonably clean…
So, How’d You Meet?
Today I am telling you a story. It is a seriously awesome story. A life changing story. But, I’m not telling it here. Nope. If you want to hear the ridiculously amazing story about how I met my husband, you have to head over to Rach’s blog, Life with Baby Donut, and read about it there. She’s doing this…
He Laughed
Our house functions like a well oiled machine. My husband and I have both taken on certain roles and responsibilities to make our schedule flow as seamlessly as possible. Things are often left out of the equation, like the evening’s dishes, but for the most part we do a pretty good job juggling parenting, home,…
This Day
I don’t remember everything about that morning. So much jumbles together in my mind. I do vividly remember the nerves, the anxiety, the excitement. I do remember feeling like this day would be one of the most important days of my life. I do remember knowing that this day would change everything. I do remember thinking that this day would be…
Cold Wars
Sunday night? It was not a good night. Not at all. All that love and pride that my husband and I seemed to have for each other last week was no where to be found. There was a cold war going down in the O’Rourke household. After trying to fall asleep next to someone whom…
I’m Proud of You
It was Saturday night. We had just got the boy off to bed and were preparing to hunker down for Game 2 of the Stanley Cup finals. I started clearing the living room floor of Little People, giant plush dogs and a multitude of socks; a clear sign that I was intending to do a…
Not the Mama
Cameron has always been my little boy. There has never been any doubt about that. For a full year he was attached to me. My body fed him. My skin warmed him. My sounds soothed him. As soon as he could show a preference for anyone, he reached for me. He cried for me. He…
Goodbye Cruel World
Sometimes events that permeate the social conversation make me feel strangely uncomfortable. Recently this happened with the Royal Wedding. I tried to keep my distance from it as much as possible. I can’t really rationalize why it made me uncomfortable – it just did. Maybe it is the whole fairy tale narrative that surrounded the event. Reality isn’t…
