The last of my children is no longer a teenager

Twenty years ago today I went into the hospital to have my pregnancy induced for the birth of my third and final child. It took twelve hours for the induction to put me into labour and have the little guy start to make his way out of me. This meant for twelve hours I would not only have the enjoyment of labour pains, but vomiting, the medicine the doctor gives you to induce labour makes me quite ill, as it did for my two previous inductions. I had an epidural so the labour pains were quite manageable but when it comes time to push, they stop the epidural and you feel the extreme pain of labour. Okay for some woman, labour is as easy as eating a piece of cake but for me, well lets be honest it is just plain hell. For my first child, the entire process took twenty-four hours, for the second twelve hours, and another twelve for the final bundle of joy kid.

Finally, when he was ready to come down the birth canal I had to push. Well try pushing after vomiting off and on for twelve hours, I was tired and to be honest I suck at pushing. Luckily the vomiting had not stopped for me, so every time I puked, I was also pushing. Who knew you used the same muscles to wretch food from your stomach and to push a baby out of your uterus? Eventually my son’s head entered the world and the doctor asked me if I wanted to feel it. Well let me tell you right now, if the doctor asks you this question, don’t do it! I touched his head, and yelled “YUCK”. The doctor being quite surprised at my response, laughed and said it wasn’t “YUCK”, it was “beautiful”. Yeah, well he’s crazy. The head is slimy and gooey. I couldn’t see the head, being that I was still vomiting and apparently pushing, so beautiful, sure I guess.

Eventually our son came out and I was given the rest of the epidural medicine to try to give me some pain relief (my third pregnancy was my last because I have back problems and it was just to hard on me). I was cleaned up, and put in a wheelchair so my husband could bring our daughters in to see their new brother. After the doctor left, my husband took our daughters home, the nurses then left, and said they would be back in a few minutes to take me to my room. Well they lied, they forgot about me. So there I am sitting in a wheelchair, I can’t feel anything from the waist down due to the epidural, and I am holding my son, which is the precise time he found his lungs. So for a good thirty minutes I’m left holding a screaming child and I can’t move, I don’t have the strength to wheel the wheelchair with one hand, so I do what every woman does after twelve gruelling hours of labour, I cry. The boy is screaming and I am crying. Eventually a nurse finally returned, apologized profusely and took me to my room, while I was still holding the screaming baby.

Happy birthday son, your mom loves you.

The young man and his stuffed moose.

The young man and his stuffed moose.

My parenting fail, I fell asleep in the emergency department

I fell asleep in the emergency department.

I fell asleep in the emergency department

Yesterday out daughter wasn’t feeling all too well, so our family physician suggested we take her to the local emergency department. Since hubby was at work, the eldest dropped her and I off at the hospital. She saw a doctor quite quickly, but that doctor felt it was necessary for middle child to see a specialist, so we found ourselves a seat and plunked our butts down for a long wait. At first I tried to read my book, but middle child wanted to chat so I put the book away. Of course though, as soon as I did that, she changed her mind about chatting.

Now the emergency room was full of quite a few people, plus there was an elderly man laying down on a gurney, attached to a machine that emitted a regular monotone beep. It wasn’t late in the day at all, it was around four o’clock in the afternoon but that monotone beep seemed to be all I needed for me to start to fall asleep. According to middle child my chin would slowly fall down to my chest and then all of a sudden I would jerk up awake and say “what”. This went on for about twenty minutes. She surprisingly didn’t become all too frustrated with me, instead she sent a text to her sister saying that ‘mom needed to be replaced because she keeps falling asleep’. So next thing I knew, I was being sent outside to wait for my husband so we could do the ‘parent switcheroo’. It didn’t seem to matter that he had just finished a shift at work, because he was far better at staying awake than I, who had been home all day not doing a whole heck of a lot.

Note: middle child was seen by a specialist a few hours later, checked over, given a prescription to make her all better, and I had a lovely rest at home.

Canoeing with dogs is not easy

The dogs in different canoes

Cocoa is with the teenage boy and I, Bear is with middle child and my husband.

On Sunday I had this wonderful idea that we would all go canoeing and this time we would bring our dogs with us. Now Cocoa who is over nine years old, weighs around fifty pounds, loves to swim (hates baths, must be the clean water) but has never been in our canoe before. Bear, middle child’s dog is two years old and weighs about eighty pounds has also never been in a canoe. At first we thought it would be best to have one dog in each canoe because of their weight. Just before we headed further out onto the water, Bear actually jumped out of the canoe he was in, then preceded to jump back in, how he didn’t topple everyone was very surprisingly.

As we started to paddle, Cocoa was not at all happy being in a canoe without Bear, my husband and middle child, who spoils both dogs. So there we were trying to keep the two canoes aligned so Cocoa could jump from one to the other. Again, how we didn’t topple from the weight of the dogs. Cocoa finally stopped barking but was not completely sure about this canoeing thing, Bear on the other hand, just seemed to stand and look around. With the added weight of both dogs, my husband did find it difficult to paddle, middle child could not give him a hand because they were unsure if Cocoa would jump out, so she basically had to hold him for most of the ride. After a while the dogs did calm down and we were able to have a lovely afternoon of canoeing. The even nicer thing about Princess Point, it is only a fifteen minute drive from home.

Bear standing in canoe

Bear standing in the canoe, and with his shifting weight, made it difficult at times to paddle.

The eldest and her kayak

The eldest and her kayak

The teenage boy and I

The teenage boy and I.

The teenage boy and I further out  on the water.

The teenage boy and I further out on the water at Princess Point, fifteen minutes from home.

DH & middle child & the dogs who are finally sitting.

Both dogs finally sitting in the canoe.

The eldest was in charge of pictures.

The eldest was in charge of snapping pictures. You can just see the name Belugavieve (her nickname) on her kayak.

All the ducks are in a row.

Seven ducks all lined up on a log near the shore.

Princess Point is a gem in Hamilton, Ontario and on Sunday there were many paddlers out on the water.