Today is Labour Day. The end to a weekend of camping, a summer of camping, when I was a kid. A day of returning home, packing the stiff, new backpack, laying out those pristine, new, back-to-school clothes that have been unworn, waiting for this very occasion. A day of excitement. Nervousness. Anticipation. Anxiety. A new…
Labour Day
Striking Out of Control – Because it is All About Me
In light of some comments I’ve received, I want to state that this post is mostly about my experience as a parent, not the Halifax transit strike. I used the Halifax transit strike as a way to explain my feelings of being out-of-control, because the reality is, I have no control over what is going…
In the Delivery Room
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,…
Just an Ordinary Day
The only thing an estimated due date is good at predicting is when a baby likely won’t be born. Only five percent of babies arrive on their due dates, which means it is usually safe to assume that your baby will be born around that date instead of directly on it. But when a birth never happens,…
Big Steps
Since becoming a Mom, some things have kind of changed. I’m sure people know showers as the quick burst of freshness at the beginning of an early morning to awaken the senses. Others know showers as a long, warm and luxurious quiet time to cleanse and refresh. In fact, before I e-read (and had a…
Dear Cameron: A Love Letter to My Six Month Old
**Cameron turned six months old yesterday.** Half a year. That’s how long you’ve been an outside baby, Mr. Pants. That’s how long you’ve been in our world. That’s how long I’ve been able to hold you in my arms. Half of a glorious year. The other night, you and I were snuggling in bed, and…