Birth Story | Rooney Munroe
Was it July 10, 18 or maybe it was the 12? We had been trying to hide the date from so many people that sometimes we forgot the date ourselves. July 18. The day of our scheduled cesarean. The day we would finally meet our little girl. At 20 weeks, I was diagnosed with Placenta Previa (feel free to google that bad boy) and it was inevitable that I would have to deliver via cesarean. When sharing the news with friends and family, the initial question I was asked was whether or not I was sad to have missed out on the opportunity to try a vaginal delivery. But, since…
Birth Story | Sasha Elizabeth
Like many of you drawn to read this, I grew up with the lore of multiple birth stories, primarily from my mother. She delivered four LARGE babies, naturally, with each birth story having its own particular sense of drama. The most notable is delivering me, alone at the age of 19, in small-town Saskatchewan, with a doctor who had never attended a birth on his own. As a close runner-up to that, the next baby was born at 10 lbs 12 oz with shoulder dystocia (stuck shoulders) that temporarily popped her hip out of joint. So, naively, I have always assumed that I was made of the stuff of warriors,…
Father’s Day 2020
I’m lucky to have three father figures for my children to look up to. With their tender influence, I have no doubt that my children will grow up to be kind, wise souls. Grandpa G A gentle man with such a big heart. I’m in awe of his modest intelligence. He can take apart a tractor and put it together without a single glance at a manual. A trusting teacher who taught me to love the land we till. He’s loyal and loves without boundaries. He always has a warm hug ready. He craves snuggles from his grandkids, and throws them into the air with his huge farm hands to…
Birth Story | Remy Claire
My Remy Claire I had a feeling you were coming. At 38 weeks I cleaned up my desk at work even though I still had two more weeks planned at work. I had a feeling. At 12:30am on Saturday I woke to a loud crack noise and felt the warm flow of liquid fill my underwear. I shot up. I knew I had a feeling! I woke Sean up and excitedly told him my water had broke and ran to the bathroom in case more came. But after sitting on the toilet for 5 minutes nothing happened. I changed my underwear, put on an adult diaper (this wasn’t my first…
Birth Story | Hart Wilde
I didn’t appreciate a good birth story until I found out I was pregnant. After that, I became obsessed with them, asking everyone I knew to share theirs. It was weird and potentially inappropriate. Meet someone, find out they are a mother, ask them to share their birth story. I found, though, that most women loved to share. The word mother took on a whole new meaning, one I couldn’t grasp until I held my son. I have a mother, but what could it mean to be a mother? The same was true of birth. I was born, but had never given birth. The anticipation drove me wild. A nine…
Unravelling: What it Means to See Each Other
Day one of quarantine: My husband comes home from his first day of work at a new job to dinner on the table, for us and for the baby. This is unusual, as I make no claim to domesticism and rebel against it to ensure it never pins me down. My hair was done and I had makeup on. What a wife, I am! Even during a global pandemic, you see. Day two of quarantine: Husband comes home to me sobbing. I hate laundry and cooking and cleaning. I can’t believe you can leave me here ALONE! I can’t go out and I need to take care of the baby,…
Nutrien Winter Shines
Nothing makes me more proud than when my toddler tries new things. He’s such a shy little guy and lately he’s been coming out of his shell. Nutrien Winter Shines was the perfect event for him to explore new things and have fun! So we kinda stumbled over this event when we were feeling cabin fever one weekend and just needed to get out (you know…when we were allowed to leave the house). We hit up Google and found out that this was going on at the Farmers Market. Well geez! Nutrien Winter Shines had pony rides, inuksuk building, fire pit, sledding, skiing, and a whole lot more. How did…
Beaver Creek Baby Adventure
Though we all love a hot summer day, there’s something extra special about the fall. The return of the crisp temperatures marks a more productive season. The air is more invigorating and there’s an urgency to get shit done. Fall is some of my favourite weather for heading outdoors, and hitting up Beaver Creek Conservation area with some babies and a toddler was a perfect outing. A quick stop at the interpretive centre gave us some info and a place to fill our water bottles, and then we were off. Pockets full of bird seed, we set out down the Beaver Creek trails. The highlight of a Beaver…
Black Fox Distillery: Wild Flowers and Wild Babies
The mid-August sun was hot and the car ride loud. Fresh air blasting through the windows, a baby on and over the verge of crying and a puke stain on my shirt, we hit the open road. For about ten minutes anyway, out to a distillery just outside of Saskatoon. The static of in-between blared on the radio, a desperate attempt at recreating white noise in hopes of buying a few more moments of silence. And then there we were, Black Fox Distillery. Precisely 22 minutes from the door of our home to Black Fox Distillery, this adventure is accessible even if, say, you need to pull over and nurse…
