New Addition

This week has been a whirlwind so far. But luckily in a positive and healing way!
We officially have all the items in the park paid-in-full! So, with the funds we have left and perhaps yet to receive/raise we will beautify and enhance the park for the little ones in Dundurn.
You might have thought by the title of the blog 'new addition' that we bought another fun item for the kids to play with in the park- but no! We actually welcomed 'our' new addition - Gabrielle Cassandra Ryde- to our family Monday November 17th, around supper time!
As we have been overwhelmed with calls, emails, Facebook messages etc etc asking 'how things went', I thought I'd write it once and save myself some energy.

Here's how it went:

'It' - the journey to having Gabrielle, as it were, began last week Sunday. When I went to the hospital with contractions (2nd day in a row). Was told they weren't 'doing' anything (physically) - just driving me crazy :) And to go home and wait some more.
THEN, this Sunday I went to be around 10 p.m. and shortly after those very same contractions came and went through the night, every 1/2 hour to every 15 minutes.
In the a.m. I counted them, coming closer together, with the same level of mild intensity, but not going away. Grant and I had an appointment at the Mall in the a.m. (9) so after taking Aiden to the sitter I headed to the city, and Grant was already in the city at school.
We joked about 'Murphy's Law' that morning, and I left my hospital bag AND camera at home, thinking we did want to have the baby but if we showed up 'prepared to stay' we'd be turned away.
...it worked!
After our appointment (and freaking out our banker! who was worried I might go into full on labour in her office! ha ha), we headed to the hospital.

With a mix of excitement, worry, happiness and great expectations we walked into emergency. While waiting to be 'processed' it hit me suddenly where we were, the last place I held my precious Reece. I looked around and behind me was the room, we were herded into upon our arrival the Emerg. when we followed the ambulance to the city that awful morning. I started to cry, but quickly looked to Grant, hoping that he too, wasn't in the same place emotionally and could be a distraction or source of strength. Luckily he was, he redirected my thoughts unto the task at hand and quickly we were through the processing and upstairs in the maternity ward hooked up to a fetal monitor (my favourite machine in the world) watching my contractions come and go.
I was 2 cm a resident told me, and so, the waiting game began. Drs were hoping the contractions would stop and we could get a few more days out of the pregnancy, as having a baby at 36 weeks, although considered full term, is not ideal.
So we waited a few more hours, and then a few more. Nothing changed other than the contractions became a bit more intense near the end.
We had a c-section around 6:30 or so.
We held our breath waiting to hear that first cry, and heard a few little noises but not any full-on screams.
Turned out that as a result of being a c-section baby and perhaps because she was a little early, she was very mucousy and needed a little extra oxygen as breathing on her own was not getting enough oxygen into her blood.
She would need to be watched and therefore would need to be in the NICU.

Here's where the drama begins...

The Saskatoon RUH NICU was full. No room at the Inn. NO VACANCY.
As were Regina and Edmonton.
We were told that she would need to be flown to Calgary with 2 nurses and MAYBE, if there was room in the plane, her Dad!
Obviously we were scared to death to say the least.
After about an hour, a miracle happened.
A NICU baby had graduated into the regular nursery! And there was room for our little one.
Ironicly enough, the very next day, when I went to see her for the first time in NICU we were told she was going to the regular nursery, and was just a little 'pukey' when she ate.

Within 24 hours she was just fine. Small, mind you, but fine.

That was Tuesday a.m.

Yesterday, after they ran standard tests and did a billirubin test to see how bad her jaundice was (it's minimal so far), we were given the go ahead to go home that evening!

And here we are.


Introducing:
Gabrielle Cassandra Ryde
Weight: 6lbs 10oz
Length: 52 cm (20.5 inches)

With Each Step Forward

I'm guessing that by now, people (in general) would be expecting that my grief would be somewhat lessened being that is has been almost 11 months since we lost Reece.

I sit watching the cursor blink, and I'm not entirely sure how to word my thoughts on this contemplation.

I know I had hoped that at sometime I would be blessed with some sort of enlightenment, a moment of bright light and a weight lifted from my heart. Perhaps a vision or dream, that would make me feel 'better', and maybe even convince me of an enchanted afterlife where our Reecey is playing and watching over us in a blissful happiness that could never have been attained here on earth.

But I can't lie. I've had none of this. In fact, for me I think everything is just as it was the morning I lost her.

Certainly, we, I, go about our days, weeks, months. Planning ahead. Trudging through. Towards what I don't know. The calendar keeps moving forward and yet part of us is still stuck in the past.

For some reason when Reece was here I had a fairly clear picture of where life would lead me, and us as a family. I had ideas of where I wanted to go for a career. What I had hoped to see our girls get involved in. What I hoped to see Grant aspire to in his career, and how we would all share in that as a family...

but now

everything went blank December 27th.

Maybe because this year didn't really happen for us. It's like 2008 did not exist. This year was dedicated to Reece and her memory, building a park, Grant busy with a new steady job, but still not 'permanent', Aiden dealing with her anxieties and adjusting to school, and me fumbling through work days, one just like the other, attempting to move us forward out of this rut with a pregnancy, which will soon be over....

then what?

Halloween came this year as always. I was less excited than usual perhaps because it took all the energy I had to try to be excited and not think about how I had looked so forward to last Halloween, when Reece was a lobster and Aiden was Snow White (for the 3rd year in a row!).

Last year, I had left my job with the City to, I suppose, force myself to make a career choice. To find something to pursue as a true 'career'. I was in the middle of an exciting journey. Our family was doing well. Reece hadn't had many ear infections, her health seemed to be turning around. She had less eczema outbreaks, and Aiden was coming into her own. We were in a new community, making friends and everything was full of promise. Grant was finding success and positive feedback from his temp work, which gave us much hope for the year.

We had so much to be thankful for.

This Halloween, we had decided to have a couple friends over, just as adults, dress up and have a few laughs. We didn't realize how hard this 'fun' time was going to be.

It was of course a Friday. Grant got home exhausted from a week of dealing with apathetic teens, running around, coaching etc etc I was wore out from yet another sleepless week, and a long day of being very uncomfortable.

We sat and cried together for a bit. The realization of how things looked before and how they were now, and perhaps scared and unsure of what the future holds hit us, I suppose.

Luckily it was too late to cancel the party. I told Grant it's not going to get easier for us, so we have to just keep going. I said it would be good 'practice' for Christmas. We just have to 'get through it'.

I know it was harder for him. I don't allow myself much time to think about our loss, because I'm pregnant, I can focus completely on this new person, and even if I tried not to, her pushes and kicks force my train of thought her way. Grant does not have that distraction.

We are in two different places right now in our grieving, that is for sure.

I suppose I should re-word that, to be truthful, he is grieving and I am doing everything I can not to.

We had 'family' pictures done a few weeks ago. I wanted this done for a few reasons, one to document the fact that I was pregnant (as not much evidence exists of the fact I had 2 other babies). Also, to get Aiden geared up and excited about her role as the big sister, and also, perhaps to show this baby that we were excited about her arrival before she got here.

I felt bad though, about doing the pictures. Our first ones without Reece. It seems unfair to call them 'family' pictures without her included.
I know it upset Grant as well.
He looks at the pictures and says he's happy with how they turned out... but there is such a pain in his eyes that it almost scares me.
I worry that he won't allow himself to completely open up his heart to this new baby. To maybe protect himself from getting hurt again, or to somehow 'honor' Reece... it's complicated and the mind works in different ways.

Probably a silly worry as anyone the knows him, knows he was meant to be a dad. It's a role that comes natural to him, whether he'd admit it or not. It was part of what drew me to him when we met. Babies (literally little babies) and kids of varying ages are drawn to him. I've witnessed a baby (Rach's daughter Emma) at about 8 mths old crying, not wanting to be comforted by her own grandparents, crawl over to Grant, without him saying a word, and at that time a complete stranger to her; put her arms up and cuddle on his shoulder. The look on her Grandparents faces was priceless.

But he is in a place right now that I wish I could help him out of. And I just hope he doesn't grow to resent me for trying for force us forward but adding this new baby into our family.
God knows that I could never replace or replicate Reece. She was my soulmate and idol. I don't expect to ever have that same connection again.
But we need to somehow keep putting one foot in front of the other, and hope that the pieces of our lives that have been jumbled up, will somehow reform and we'll have a picture of the future again.
A different picture, but at least something to look at.

That Time of Year Again

Last blog, I had succumbed to the virus making it's rounds in Saskatoon (thanks Grant!) and now just when I thought we were safe, Aiden has caught it. Poor kid, her eyes glazed, no energy, no appetite, sore throat (which I am hoping is just part of the virus and not the beginnings of strep in addition to this cold!) stuffy nose and cough. She said this morning "I'm not moving off this couch!". This was her response to my suggestion that we go see the family Dr. to get some advice on the situation. Funny how her attitude was basically a reflection of how I am feeling now!

This weekend for most people was a weekend to relax, watch some football and hockey, visit with family and gorge on turkey dinners and pumpkin desserts. For our family, we did manage to fit in one family supper on Sunday which was fantastic, but the rest of the weekend was filled by the sound of the clock ticking down to various deadlines Grant and I have.
For example, with Grant's teaching comes hours of marking/planning, between marking he was trying to fit in chores such as oil changes, yard work for his Gramma, recycling, and taking care of the 'baby' countdown chores, like setting up the crib, moving dressers from one floor to another, re-organizing the baby room (which he decided last night, needs to moved around AGAIN due to poor heating in that room). Aiden and I tried to fit in crafts, decorating for Halloween, catching up on 2 weeks of laundry :( , sorting and organizing bags of baby clothes.

I can safely say that Grant and I both were looking forward to going to work today for a rest! haha
However, I'm at home with Aiden and neither of us has much energy to do anything more than our one quick outing to the family store to load up on popsicles for her throat. We have been hard at work pinning down couches, watching YTV and Hannah Montana, and catering to our very annoying dog that thinks were are here only to let him in and outdoors every 10 minutes just for kicks.
I can only imagine things are going to get crazier as the weeks pass and Christmas gets closer. I've forewarned all relatives that we (or at least I) plan to do absolutely nothing over the Christmas season this year. However, it's going to be very difficult to fight the urge not to send out 100 Christmas cards and bake like I'm feeding the entire military. Thankfully, this ol' body has been pretty good at signaling to me when I've reached my limit on 'running around'.
For obvious reasons Christmas will be difficult this year, and I almost dread getting together with family as last years Christmas memories are still so fresh. All of us were together, watching Aiden and Reece enjoy their various presents. Aiden making her Uncle Steve and Auntie Vanessa play Polly Pocket, and Reece stealing Gramma Isabelle's fancy animal print high heeled boots, determined to walk around the living room to show them off, eventually giving in to accepting some assistance from Gramma Kathy. Christmas Day relaxing at my Mum & Dad's, cuddling with Reece and then making a trip to emergency because her ear infections were back...

Needless to say we will be grateful to have the positive distraction of a new baby and breaking tradition can always be a good thing too.

Speaking of distractions- Halloween is my favourite time of year. It's a time that is a celebration of creativity and fun! I know many people will remember from last year, that Reecey was a lobster, it was a hit costume everywhere she went! And she thought it was pretty great.
This year Aiden has been a wonderful help in creating and picking out various decor for the house. See below - some of our Halloween decor so far!!

Just a re-post

Cold & flu season seems to have come early this year. Unfortunately for us it has hit our house. And as the pattern goes, when my defences are down, the sadness creeps in and takes over.
So needless to say, a day in bed yesterday led to a teary call to Grant at the school-day's end asking him to pick up flowers for Reece and for him to come home and take me to her.

I was laying in bed, thinking of my 'letter to Reece' homework that was assigned to me by my therapist months and months ago. That I have not been able to write. I've been thinking of it more often now, and almost felt like I could write it. But my mind swirls with guilt and regrets, and that letter becomes a rambling novel. Regrets that I will never see Reece and Aiden grow together as sisters, and see what her interests would have been. They were such a perfect match. Aiden very independent, stubborn, a leader and bossy. Reece also happily independent, but always admiring her big sister and enjoying her time with her, but never 'following' her. She was happy to go about her own 'business', but was very happy when her sister included her in play. It was such a beautiful balance between the two girls. Reece always seemed to play the role that whomever, was with her in that moment, needed.

I was the one who put her to bed every night. It was our ritual. I would carry her to her room. She would have her 'suzy' (pacifier) and her blankie. I would stand by her crib for a few moments rocking, hugging and kissing her. Then I would always say "you know mummy loves you? You're mummy's angel baby!" Then I would lay her in her crib. Sometimes she would respond with a little grunt, as if to say 'uh huh'. Then most but not all nights, we would play a little game, where if she did her little 'uh' grunt I would repeat it as I left the room, and then she would do so in return. We would go back and forth until we could no longer hear each other.

Worries crept in yesterday that what if this baby I am carrying now is that same personality type as Aiden. They would inevitably clash. Maybe they would both grow to resent me for creating this new family situation, one mad that the new baby sister is not like Reece, and the other resentful that she was brought into a situation where she would always be compared and never live up to that 'standard' set by a sister she never knew. I know this is out of my hands, what will be will be. However, this again is something I feel guilty about.

These (I think) are a mix of things that a grieving mother may likely 'normally' feel in this same situation as well, mixed with the way my mind works having anxiety to begin with. I was told once by the Dr. I first saw about my anxiety, that even if I didn't have 'anxiety', I'd probably be a 'worrier' .

Anyway, as I gained some composure, late last night I thought of some clips we have of Reece being Reece. Forever the entertainer. Reminding me SO much of Howie Mandel. I think because I remember hearing a story about him as a grade 8 kid calling various contracting companies pretending to be the Principal of his school, taking tenders on a brand new construction on the school property. As contractors started showing up on school grounds taking measurements, the Principal went out to investigate. The contractors would say "Nice to meet you, you must be the Principal Mr. Mandel!!)
Needless to say his parents were called in and he got into a bit of trouble.
I however, being a one-time middle years teacher, found this amazingly brilliant, and completely hilarious!! I could never get mad at a kid THAT creative!
This was something I saw in Reece. Her silly antics, that she would come up with on her own, always shocked me and was something that I was so excited to see where it led. We always joked that her college fund we had set up was going to be used either for Acting school or bail :)

She left us in stitches many times over.
So I thought I would re-post one of my favourite clips of her. see below:

Park Development

Here are the latest pictures of the park, as you can see it is 'coming along'. This week we'll smooth out the pea gravel a bit more, and add some if/where needed. As well, as hanging the baby swings! (I can't wait to use those next summer!) Just click to see the picture in larger detail!

Park build weekend.

Here's a pic of the park being built. It now has pea gravel in heaps ready to be pushed around! Then we can put the baby swings in and hopefully Blue Imp will eventually send us the 'back ordered' part for the main structure (as Tic Tac Toe board).

We will be putting up the fence around the park likely in a week or two. And in a couple weekends there will also be a 'work bee' to install the outdoor ice rink directly behind the park! The kids are lucky this year! 2 new developments just for them!

Surprisingly, I've heard there are couple people that are less than happy about the park. I find this terribly disappointing. I can't understand why someone wouldn't want a park for the littlest people in our community. In fact, apparently they would prefer to see the spot stay completely empty- as it was, with 2 flowers pots and 2 old benches.

Yeah... I don't get it.

I think this bothers me so much because I feel like they don't care about Reece. I take it personally and I suppose I shouldn't. However, I'm not going to make apologies for feeling the way I do. I'm Reecey's mom and stupid, selfish, ignorant people, with whacked out personal agendas (like trying to stop progress), tick me off.
This is my baby's park and it will bring lots of giggles and happiness to the littlest (AND most IMPORTANT people) in our community.

I had hoped to have they're ('they' being these old guys that are crabbing about the park) support and work together to make the spot not only USEFUL but also beautiful, with their input about what types of plants, trees and flowers to put around the park... guess that won't be happening.

I posted this without Grant editing it, so I'll probably get into trouble for being so honest about this, but it's been REALLY ticking me off!!

Build week!!

It's here! Build weekend. The construction started this week with the Town (thanks Trevor & Sam) excavating the site for us.
I'm attaching a video (it's quick!) so that everyone can see where the park is going and what it's looking like right now. We also have more equipment not laying out, in case people are wondering... 'gee that doesn't look like much stuff!!"
Please also let others know the fundraising IS NOT OVER!! Some of our expenses were under-estimated and we definitely need to continue our fundraising through September (as planned, however with a greater 'push'!) Thanks to Rach & friends in Athabasca, AB for also doing a Home & Gift party it should help us a lot!.
I am also hosting a Home & Gift party on Sept 14th (Sunday from 1-4) at 215 Carson St in Dundurn, however if you can't make it I can still get you catalogues (there's 2! the reg. housewares one and also the Christmas catalogue is available now!!)
30% of regular sales go to the park. I'm hoping that we can raise about $1000 for the park. This should hopefully get us in the clear! We had also hoped to be able to purchase trees, shrubs, planters and plants but that may have to wait until next year and perhaps another 1950's theme dance in the Spring!
This week has been intensely stressful, much more so than Grant and I had expected. Grant of course is now full-time teaching, no longer a 'fill-in' teacher, and is experiencing all those 'first year teacher' joys! (committees, extra curricular, planning, meetings, kids... and on and on). Can't say I miss any of that, well if I could just get paid for the kids & extra curricular and skip all the rest... :) but I digress...
...some mix-ups with missing parts in our order, finding out we're going to be moving/spreading (and paying for!) 2x the amount of pea gravel as first thought, AND having some equipment show up 1 day earlier than expected AND trying to find some men in town in the middle of the day to help unload it!! (good luck!!)
But just as I began to stress, our town proves it rocks yet again and just gets it done when it needs to get done! BIG THANKS to the students and staff at Dundurn Elementary School. Who got all the equipment unloaded safely! Hope we see all of you at the party on Monday.
Here's our little video of Day one :)
I'll keep you updated at the weekend progresses.