Flip Side

I guess I should mention the flip side of breast feeding.  The yin to the idyllic, peaceful by-the-lake yang moments.  Because the "my boob is leaking" situations occur just as frequently as waterfront meditations.

On that note, let us remember that friends don't let friends carry on conversations with parsley stuck in their teeth.  So if you happen to notice a wet bull's eye around my mammaries, you have my express permission (and request!) to speak up.  Something along the lines of "Psst...your boobs are leaking."

Photos not included.

A New Favourite

My new favourite past-time: nursing by the lake.

Often in the overstuffed floral armchair that was booted out of the house (thank you Louise Brown) and has made its comfy home on our sauna deck.

Cause if you've gotta be on your butt ___ times a day, it helps to switch up the location and the intention.  Yes, sometimes I can just stare away at Miss Evelyn Ann, other times I have my eyes closed as I mimic what I once knew as "sleep" (oh sleep, how I loved thee), and other times I have one of my many library books propped up on a pillow in front of my baby.  But at least once a day, I hie me to the lake.  Just like my Hugo Bay "morning meditations", but now slightly altered.  Shared with another person, just a little more quiet, more still, more in the present.

Amen.

ps.  Once again, photo credits going out to Jenny Keller.  Who makes an art out of her past-time.

one week (+...) since you looked at me...

Miss Evelyn Ann Parks came tumbling into our lives on Wednesday, July 27th, 2011.  She bumped along the construction-riddled road from The Pas to Flin Flon in the back of an ambulance, secure in mom's tummy (who was fully secured to a stretcher).  She then performed her next trick, presenting her derriere instead of her tête to the nurses.  Feet tucked up by her face, she planned to plummet to earth bum-first.  Maybe ungraceful, but certainly a joyful dive.  After an emergency C-section, she came out arms-waving to her adoring crowd.

We didn't even know you, but already loved you.

So, we've spent the past week and a half being fascinated by the little details.  Fragile toes and fingers, screwed-up old man faces, gas-induced smiles that give us hints of the happy faces to come.  We are spell-bound, helpless but to watch her every (helpless) move.

I can't imagine life without her.  We are blessed.