8.20.2014

the story of Calvin's birth

"We are to receive our children in the name of the Lord, for to do so is to receive the Lord.  Pregnancy, childbearing, and child-rearing should be viewed by us with great honor, for in these things the Lord is visiting us with blessing."  -Douglas Wilson

I used this quote to start off Annie's birth story as well.  Its just such a good place to start when telling the story of a birth.  

I woke up that Saturday morning (August 9th) feeling quite crampy.  I was hopeful he would come soon, but didn't want to get my hopes up too much, or anyone else's.  

We went about the day as usual.  Mike was working a 12-hour day shift at the hospital and my mom was in town.  We took Annie swimming that afternoon, went to the market for some things, just usual stuff.  On the walk home from the wading pool I felt a bit more crampy and very very tired.  SO tired.  I picked up Mike from work at 7:30 (my mom at home with sleeping Annie) and let him know I was pretty crampy.  By 9:30, I was timing contractions.  After an hour of consistent contractions, we called our midwife.  

We had a feeling that my labor might not be too long, considering Annie's was only 6-7 hours.  Paula (our midwife) arrived close to 11:00.  Before this, I was breathing through contractions on our front porch.  In between contractions I felt very "with-it"...I was able to chat to Mike and my mom and even laugh a bit.  I was a little worried that labor wasn't more intense and might drag on some.  But it didn't take too long.  I had one fairly painful contraction that was enough to take me inside (I didn't want to make a scene on our front porch) and had me pacing in our bedroom.  Michael was such a help through these contractions.  He held me up while I rocked on the birth ball or faithfully squeezed my hips when I asked (which is incredibly helpful!!!).  

So anyway, Paula arrived around 11:00 and wanted to check my dilation.  A couple weeks before I had tested positive for group B step (GBS), so she wanted to keep those internal exams to a minimum so that there would be less risk of infection (woohoo, no complaining here!!). I was at 5cm and so hopeful.  From here, contractions were much more intense, but I was so excited that we were getting somewhere.  Every contraction, as awful as they were, were getting me closer to being done... so I was really glad they were strong and consistent.  Also, because I tested positive for GBS (an infection that doesn't make me sick at all, but can make a baby sick) they gave me a quick dose of penicillin--this will protect a baby from GBS, only as long as you are in active labor for at least four hours (long enough to get a second dose).  We didn't think I would be in labor that long, but even if it was in my system for an hour, it might protect him a little, so we thought it was worth the try.  I had a saline lock in my hand, so I was able to get the meds, and not be hooked up to anything.  I needed to move!  :)  

I continued to get through contractions with Michael doing hip-squeeze and me moaning and pacing like a crazy person.  Paula noticed that my moaning sounded a bit like I was pushing and encouraged me to push if I felt the urge to.   She didn't want to check my dilation again, so she just told me to go with it.  This is also when she called the back-up midwife and the student, who come to help with the actual birth.  I started to feel small urges,  so leaning over my bed, I started pushing a bit. Just a little.  At this point my water still had not broken, but because of the GBS, they weren't going to break it...they were going to wait and let it break on its own.  Urges to push got more intense and they decided to check my dilation one more time.  This was probably around 12:30am.  I was at 10cm and ready to go, water still not broken.  I pushed for a few minutes and the midwives were amazed to see a baby coming still in his sack of water!  Pushing a baby out (in my opinion) is terrifying.  Everything in your head says "This cannot happen.  It's completely impossible,"  and your body says, "This has GOT TO HAPPEN!" And this time was so different than with Annie.  I actually felt such an urge to push. It was if my body just took over and did the work for me.  After 3-4 hours of labor, Calvin was born at 12:44am, and born in the sack of waters (called being born "in the caul").  Apparently this is suuuuper rare (Wikipedia says 1 in every 80,000 births), and we felt like it was such a blessing...because of the caul, he was completely protected from the GBS (since I hadn't had the antibiotics long enough to protect him).  Praise God!  He weighed 8lbs 12oz and had the sweetest and chubbiest cheeks ever!  They put him right on me and it was all so sweet and good.  I had 2nd degree tears this time, which has been a breeze compared to 3rd degree!!  Paula was able to stitch me up right then and there.  I think everyone was gone and the house was quiet again by about 2am.  Annie never made a peep through the whole ordeal.  I nursed Calvin off and on that night, and I think I might have slept a little.    

That was how it all happened.  How God visited us with blessing for a 2nd time.
August 10, 2014

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Calvin Michael Chhangur, just a few hours old.
(we got zero pics of the actual labor/birth.  it all happened too fast.)

8.04.2014

July 2014

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^^lots of swimming on Fridays with our mama's group.  we celebrated our 4th anniversary.  ate lots of watermelon.  and we definitely took advantage of transit being free on canada day.  Annie is just a little into riding on the bus.  we thank Jesus for the bus every night before bed...Annie's request.^^
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^^trips to the park, books, dates^^
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^^michael flew to FL for a whole week to get 2 classes done at RTS.  we missed him but we were so glad for him to get some school done! ^^
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^^celebrated with the Chans in Toronto.  Beautiful wedding!^^
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^^a little glimpse of Annie's love for books.  it makes me so excited.^^
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July has been lovely.  Soaked up this last month of just Annie, but so ready to add to our number over here!  Lots of baby laundry, packing "just in case" hospital bags, getting things ready for another home-birth, and just cleaning lots.  Annie LOVES my belly, but I'm not sure if she quite understands that it is going away soon, and a real baby (not just a quiet, round belly) is taking its place.  But, I think she is going to love it.  I think I'm most excited for Annie to have a little sibling.  
We are so ready to snuggle this little Mr!! 

7.03.2014

June 2014

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this blog is my scrapbook, so just a bunch of pics from June.  (most from instagram) Annie is 19 months old (almost 20) and summer has been a blast.  and as much as i don't want to rush it, i'm so ready for august to come so we can add a sweet baby boy to our days.  i always struggle to find patience at the end.
June, you have been fun.

6.18.2014

too many pictures from our visit to the cottage.

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Sweetest papa there is.
Back from a weekend at a cottage in the middle of nowhere with no 3G...so get ready for loads of pictures!!
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our visit to our friend Andrew's cottage this year was just lovely.  saturday was far too cold to swim or enjoy being outside really, but sunday was much nicer.  we still didn't swim (this texan rarely swims in canada...so sad.) but we waded around in the icy water a bit, played in the sand, kicked around a beach ball, and took loads of pictures to prove it.  we ate really yummy meals and slept in a bed that was surprisingly way more comfy than ours.  (maybe that makes up for how many times annie woke up in the night...??) 
anyway, it was lovely to get away and of course, always good to be back home.  

6.17.2014

mothering at 18 months.

Freshly-napped babe.
Soaking it up...
this baby...
A sticker for baby brother!!
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 i'm going to try to not be overly sentimental here, because mothering is serious work according to scripture.  but these last few months have been the sweetest yet.  serious words, like "obey" and "discipline" and "forgiveness" have become very normal, but also words like "tittas" (stickers) and "tiiiis" (ants) and "baba" (belly-button, because mine is all popped out and she thinks its the greatest thing ever).  we are soaking up summer in our neighborhood, spending lots of time at parks, splash-pads, visiting neighbors, looking at flowers at the market, blowing bubbles, and talking.  we name everything.  all day.  every day. these last months of just me and this girl, before baby brother comes, they have been such a gift.  (ok, tearing up as i type!)  i just don't think i could ever EVER thank michael enough for working so hard so that i can stay home.  i'm so thankful to be here for all the little moments.  i'm greedy. i want them all.  i want the hard moments, so that by God's grace i can discipline and help her to learn obedience and forgiveness and the love of christ.  and i want the sweet moments, and all the snuggles and all the ant discoveries and all the snacks and all the diaper changes.  i want them because she is growing up so fast and she is going to be a woman so soon.  and we are going to run this race hard, and (by the grace of God) send her confidently off into the world to be a good soldier for Jesus.  its coming so fast.  this work of mothering really isn't about now, though now is so precious.  but to "bring them up in the training and admonition of the Lord" is about them reaching maturity in Christ.  and so this is what our days (as mundane and funny as they seem) are all about.  these "little years" are spent sowing seeds that by the grace of God will produce a harvest in the (oh sooo) near future!  God help us!!