3 Weeks Postpartum and Still Standing

The first week postpartum was great.  I can’t believe how much faster I’m healing from my c-section this time. We had help lined up that first week which was so wonderful.  I’m so missing my mother doing my laundry and cooking me food and entertaining Wylder… The second week was challenging.  Day 9 arrived and I was officially on my own with two babies.  Tom is swamped at work so couldn’t exactly take time off, so I had to brave the days by myself.  It has taken a lot to build up the strength to face each day with these two babies and I know I have to get some systems in place because this is my life now.  Currently, it is a juggling act to say the least.  Bash has no schedule. Wylder is still transitioning from 2 to 1 naps a day.  I’m healing from major abdominal surgery. But I live to tell you all about it, so I get a point! 

I’m exhausted.  Every day I think I am a little more tired than the day before. Wylder is becoming slight trouble, and rightfully so given his age and the fact that he now has to share me with Bash.  He spilled my full coffee one morning as my hands were both tied up with Bash. I yelled “NOOOOOOOOOO”, as he slowly took one finger and while looking at me with his devilish grin, ever so gently tipped the cup over.  The cup fell over and coffee spilled everywhere and the boy just walked away as if nothing happened.  He didn’t even react!  We refer to him as Hurricane Wylder because every day he empties every drawer in our bathroom, the kitchen cupboards, and if given the opportunity, he loves to throw laundry all over any room!  He is taking full advantage of me being tied down feeding Bash by exploring our kitchen to the fullest and recently emptied an entire bag of BCAA’s on the kitchen floor and let me tell you, he is stealth.  I had no idea this even occurred for an hour or so after he did it!  He really is a sweetheart, but extremely busy.  I recently introduced him to Netflix and he has become more manageable for the 10 minutes he will sit and watch his shows. I’m finally ready to start going for walks and getting out of the house which I believe will be perfect for all of us and most importantly, my sanity!


I’ve been eating a healing soup recipe I found while researching for my postpartum care in the hopes that it cancels out all the non-healing foods I’ve been eating.  The chocolate…why can’t I stop eating it!  I always eat my soup out of my Multipower mug in support of Tom’s work like the good wife I am! The recipe is so delicious, I’ll need to share!


The worst part of every day, aside from the times when both babies are crying and need me at the same time, or when I’m waking up for night feeds and the baby poops so I have to change a diaper when I’m dog tired then he is super awake which means I am too until he falls back asleep, or when Wylder refuses to walk and he demands I carry him while I’m holding Bash… Sorry, got a little side tracked there. No, it’s when nap time ends because that means I’m full time mothering constantly between the two babies until I get Wylder relief which happens when the husband walks in the door after work or the rare day Nolan isn’t busy with sports.  Nolan is so helpful, he is a baby whisperer.  Seriously, he’s amazing with newborns!

During nap time, somehow by the grace of God, these two babies both have had a decently long afternoon nap for me this week only, which gives me an opportunity to nap myself or shower. Usually I can only choose one so I’ll alternate days (the secrets out, I don’t shower  everyday).  Rarely I’ve gotten both or neither depending if these dudes want to do me a favour or not and SLEEP. If someone is not sleeping, it’s probably the extra small one (the boys are officially referred to by size; Nolan is the big one, Wylder is the small one, and Bash is our extra small one). Bash is turning on us. Our sweet darling angel baby found his lungs and he’s not afraid to use them!  Wylder is a total mimicker. So anytime the baby makes noises, like a cry, Wylder thinks he needs to scream! So much screaming, not so cute!  

I unfortunately don’t have a photographer living in my house to help me take beautiful pictures, but this is me on a day that I got to shower and do my hair and make up. I even drew on some eyebrows which means it must’ve been a good day! I generally smell great until Bash spits up on me an hour later!  Never a dull moment.  


Thankfully every day is a different day. Some have been so good and easy and others have been trying. After trying so long to get pregnant with Wylder and walking the road of fertility treatments, I can honestly say that even on the craziest day or when I’m so tired, my life has never felt so full. I feel like Bastian has always been here and it just feels so right. I love this chaotic life with a baby, toddler and teenager so much. My days are so long right now, I’m always tired, and I can hardly wait until Tom walks in the door each night for sweet relief, but I’m sure I smile more in one day than I have in a long time.  I’m also feeling pretty darn proud of myself for having a c-section and managing these days on my own.  That being said, I love love love the visits from friends.  Some of which have been so amazing and helpful (and the treats are equally as amazing as you are), you have no idea what that has done for my heart right now. All in all, I’ve exceeded my own expectations and I haven’t even cried yet!  That is winning.  

I’m back…

After an unintentional several month long hiatus from one of the things I love most…[blogging]…I’m back.

Life has been busy as most of you may know.  Our first year with Wylder in our lives has been crazy.  Tom has been so busy at work and travelling, which I don’t love but the mans gotta make the paper (what he tells me).  Juggling nap times around school pick ups, track & field, basketball & football games and practices has been a challenge.  Trying to keep my house clean, cook healthy(ish) meals for the family, still working part time and now, pregnant and chasing a one year old around the house.  Me?  Tired?  Uh, YEAH.

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It’s been good though.  Actually it’s been great!  Wylder has brought our family so close.  I swear we all smile and laugh more than ever with this little guy around.  And now, only 8 weeks away, we will be welcoming yet another little man into our world!  I still can’t even believe it, regardless of the rapidly increasing belly expansion and constant baby kicks, I sometimes still feel like it’s make belief.

For all the people out there assuming we planned this baby and pursued fertility treatments to get here…boy are you are wrong!  That was our intent.  We expected to go down the same hard road to have another baby as we did with Wylder and planned to start treatments this June, but God had other plans for us!

I’m still not sure what prompted me to actually do a test but one day I picked up 3 from the dollar store while Tom was out of town.  We were going to Vegas a couple weeks later for our first trip away since Wylder was born, so I guess it wouldn’t hurt to check.  I forgot about the tests, treated myself to some fine red wine.  That week, I realized I had achieved my pre-baby weight and was bragging to my girlfriend.  In retrospect, I was losing my mind.  I showed up at the wrong schools to watch Nolan’s football games a couple times, could never find my keys and I also got my days and times wrong for appointments which I’ve never done [but continue to do still, baby brain is a thing!].  Two days later I did the test.  A FREAKING POSITIVE TEST!   I couldn’t believe my eyes.  I think I stopped breathing and broke into a cold sweat as my heart started racing…and I texted Tom… “OMG!  I think I’m pregnant.  How did this even happen?!”  He didn’t believe me.  After all three positive tests and even a trip to the doctor for another positive test, he still didn’t believe me!  I didn’t believe me!  We weren’t trying and having a new baby while we already have a baby wasn’t exactly on our bucket list!  Needless to say, this baby is a giant surprise and blessing and we are all looking forward to meeting him!  That being said, I’d be lying if I said  I’m not nervous to have a baby and a 15 month old.  I’ve basically been pregnant for over 2 years…which is just how I feel so I’m really looking forward to feeling like myself again.

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Oh, you’re wondering how Nolan took the news?  Right.  We didn’t tell him straight away, but when we did, this was his response:

“WHAT WERE YOU GUYS THINKING?  YOU LIED TO ME!  YOU SAID YOU WOULDNT HAVE ANOTHER BABY RIGHT AWAY!  WHO’S GOING TO DRIVE ME EVERYWHERE?!  This is going to be so crazy for you guys…”

And flashback to me telling people I was pregnant in high school…  He took the news really well.  Ha!  It’s going to be great.  Nolan is the best big brother.  He is such a big help to me and is always willing to watch the baby or calm him down when I’m too exhausted to do it.  Him and Wylder absolutely adore each other, so I’m sure this new baby boy will capture Nolan’s heart the same way that Wylder has.

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So there you have it.  This next year will be an adventure.  I know I’ll just do it and Nolan is right, it is going to be very crazy.  So if you see me out and I look disheveled and run down, just love me and give me all your cheater tips to help me look pretty and pretend I have my crap together, because we all know how easy it will be to find time to shower…

Thanks in advance.

xo.