After an hour of rocking and swaying and gentle pats, little Mylo has finally fallen asleep.

Rather than jump to the many things that have been lingering on my to-do list, I have collapsed into a chair to stare numbly at the wall. 

I was warned about the sleep deprivation, and the long days, but no one really warned me about the toll my baby would take on my already malfunctioning brain. I have never felt more like the scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz. 

Motherhood is the best.

I've decided to compile a list of things I enjoy about parenthood thus far:

1. I like my baby. He's cute and makes little grunting noises that sound like a baby bear. 

2. So many kind visitors who bring me tea and cheer.

3. A break from the ol' 9-5 After working for 8 plus years at the same place, it was time to shake it up a bit.

4. Seeing my husband hold and talk to his child as though they've been friends for years. 

5. Not being pregnant anymore. 

I anticipate being able to add to this list, especially when I am able to get slightly more sleep. 

Some stuff has happened...

Such as...The arrival of our healthy baby boy!

Myles Elliot entered the world in the wee hours of September 6th.

The last detailed post I wrote described some of the emotional toll that the many years of infertility and loss had taken. This pregnancy came about by sheer miracle. We had decided to take a break from the appointments and the medication and give ourselves a breather. But little Mylo had other ideas.

Pregnancy was difficult, between the daily injections and constant vomiting, and my immense lumbering body that I wasn't quite sure how to maneuver (I only tipped over once). It seemed only natural that his birth would be just as long and difficult as our fertility journey. A painful induction, two failed epidurals, an eventual c-section after many hours of labour and three hours of pushing, and a residual spinal migraine that lasted two weeks. But our baby was HERE. And when Yuri asked me an hour after surgery how I was feeling, "Top of the world" was my response. Hormones and morphine and new baby smell for the win.

So.

Here we are.

Seven weeks into parenthood.

The journey continues...

I Came Like the Red Bird

I will try
I will step from the house to see what I see
and hear and I will praise it.
I did not come into this world
to be comforted.
I came like red bird, to sing.
But I'm not red bird, with his head-mop of flame
and the red triangle of his mouth
full of tongue and whistles,
but a woman whose love has vanished,
who thinks now, too much, of roots
and the dark places
where everything is simply holding on.
But this too, I believe, is a place
where God is keeping watch
until we rise, and step forth again and--
but wait. Be still. Listen!
Is it red bird? Or something
inside myself, singing?
-Mary Oliver

Infertility, loss and The Great British Baking Show

"You own everything that happened to you. 

Tell your stories."

-Anne Lamott

"As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer's long hair in water. I knew the weight was there but it didn't touch me. Only when I stopped did the slick, 
dark stuff of it come floating around my face, catching my arms and throat till I began to drown.
 So I just didn't stop."
 -Barbara Kingsolver

Grief is a powerful emotion. It chokes you, it can make you feel small and angry. It can also allow the release of confined emotions that are held in, in an attempt to appear "together."

Yuri and I started our journey to parenthood three years ago. We were met with three consecutive and devastating miscarriages, and a realization that pregnancy loss is a topic that doctors will often label as "normal". Perhaps this comes from the intention of being comforting, but it actually minimizes the pain that miscarriages bring. Following our third miscarriage, we were finally referred to a fertility clinic, and began a series of tests. When everything came back normal and in fact "excellent", our  doctor seemed out of ideas. A year and a half had passed from our last pregnancy, and we were left with no answers, and a feeling of hopelessness. We couldn't seem to keep a pregnancy, and then we couldn't even manage to get pregnant at all. This past spring, shortly after a buying a house, a stressful move, and the addition of Yuri's family living with us, we were shocked to discover that extreme stress seemed to be the missing link. We were pregnant again! 

This time it felt different. I was immediately started on high levels of progesterone and baby aspirin. I took extra time off work so I could rest and reduce stress. I took a variety of vitamins, and drank liters of water. The morning sickness was violent, and my doctor was pleased. "It's a good sign." We went for an early ultrasound, and were thrilled to see our first heartbeat. Everything looked good. 

Around 10 weeks I went to the doctor who attempted to use the doppler. "It's early, but I often have success getting the heartbeat." When it didn't work, she was quick to reassure me that it's early, and it's normal. But I couldn't shake the fear. As it wasn't deemed an emergency, it would be weeks before we could clarify with a medical ultrasound, so Yuri and I went to a private clinic. It took only 30 seconds for them to discover what we had already suspected.  

Moving forward with a fertility history like ours has been challenging. There is no cure, so do we try again and face the quite real possibility of experiencing further loss? Or do we take a step back and reconfigure our life with the idea that we will not be able to have biological children? And what are we supposed to do with the deep rooted sadness and anxiety that now surrounds what is supposed to be a happy and exciting time? 

And in the meantime, I will drink wine, eat chocolate and pastries, and watch The Great British Baking Show, which always makes me feel as though everything is going to work out. 

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The Way is Not in the Sky

"Your song is as silent as the heart is stirring"

No time for pondering...

"What good is living a life you've been given if all you do is stand in one place?"

Roadtrip Music - Part I

Yuri and I are preparing for our trip to England and Scotland this Autumn. Part of this preparation includes some excellent roadtrip music.

First up, an indie folk band from England.