Simple Thursday

Well it’s Thursday morning at 10am and I am enjoying a unusual quiet moment. Conner is having a quick nap and Caitlin is patiently waiting for us to leave home to go help at Deanna’s school today.

Today is a simple day here at the Duquette house and I just wanted to take a moment and be thankful. I have a hair appointment booked for later today and a few errands to run. Dean is going to watch the kids and help clean the house. I couldn’t ask for more.

I hope my simple good day continues and I hope that you have a good day too.

Lazy Day

I think we all like lazy days, you know the ones where you stay in bed as long as possible, wear your comfy pants and a cozy hoodie, and eat things like cereal and mac & cheese. Every once in a while it’s  good I think to have a lazy day. It reminds us to slow down and appreciate what we have.

So I decided to begin my thirties with a lazy day. Yes the BIG 3-0 came and went and I survived it. So today I celebrated by staying in bed till 8am, which in our house it late, and ate frosted flakes for breakfast. Someone said now that I’m thirty I’ve joined the ranks of the responsible people. lol. But I think just because now I’m “responsible”, doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a bowl of frosted flakes once in a while right?  I have not been completely irresponsible today, the kids are all bathed and clothed and fed, and I put in one load of laundry, but I’m staying home today to do as little as possible. I personally think it’s a great way to start the next decade of my life.

I actually  have a love-hate relationship with lazy days. These are the days when I snuggle with Conner, and don’t worry about Caitlin’s crazy hair. Where I let Deanna have cheese and peanut butter for breakfast and let Dean make his own lunch. I put my hair in a pony tail and turn on the music on my iPhone.  But even as I am enjoying my lazy day, in the back of my mind is a nagging voice saying “Christa you have things to do, and the less you do today, the more you have to do tomorrow”  That is why I have a love-hate relationship with lazy days. The dishes pile up, the laundry piles get higher and that project I have been wanting to do doesn’t  get any closer to being done. But it’s like weighing your pros and cons. Today on my lazy day, I will listen to Caitlin play with toy horses and Deanna read her school books, and give extra kisses to baby Conner and maybe to Dean too.  Today I will enjoy the most important thing in my life. My Family. And that sounds like a pretty big pro to me.  I am glad that as I begin my thirties, I have much to be thankful for. Today the housework can wait and I will just worry about my role as a mom.

Here’s to a LAZY DAY!!  And may you have a lazy day soon too.

Miracle of Life

This past weekend I stepped into a role that I never dreamed I would do, and I have never felt more honored in my life. This weekend for the first time, as a Doula, I shared in the incredible miracle of life and witnessed two beautiful babies come into this world. There is nothing more amazing than seeing the strength and courage of a women as she goes through the sacrifices and challenges of birth to bring her baby to this world.  I’ve seen some really wonderful things in my life, but there truly is nothing more beautiful then watching a laboring women sleep and rest in-between her contractions. There is peace on her face that I have never seen before. I felt so extremely honored to share in such a personal and sacred moment.

If there was any doubt in my mind before about being a Doula, it has been completely blasted away. My goal as a Doula is to help empower women in their birth experience. To help them trust themselves and find their confidence. I believe I did some of that this weekend, but more than that, each time I felt like I was protector of the memory of childbirth. I was the keeper of the journey for each mother and father as they became parents, and I could help them remember and understand their own birth experience later.

I worked hard to be who and what each of those families needed, to see the need and then fill it no matter how big or small it was. I was able to provide some comfort as they went through their labors, and yes I cried with joy when I saw those babies for the first time.  My heart was overjoyed as I witness a family being born for the first time and I was humbled when I was able to hold each of those precious babies. I am so thankful to those families who let me be a part of the birth of their children and  I am looking forward to seeing them again as a family.

When I got home last night, I thanked my husband for his constant support, I cuddled my own little baby whom I just birthed myself a short time ago, and I kissed each of my girls goodnight. It truly is a miracle that we can give life to another, that we can create such a beautiful thing and find the courage to raise a child.  I think about my own birth experience and I know that no matter what, my kids were worth everything and much much more.  My heart grew bigger with love for each of my children, and now I get to witness the same thing in others.  I feel very encouraged after this weekend that this is where I am meant to be, that if its meant to be it will work out and that God still has big plans for me. This could be the beginning of a truly beautiful thing.

mommy blahs

We all have days where we wake up and think, I don’t want to get up today, I just want to stay in bed all day and feel sorry for my self. It’s cold outside and the weather is Icky and I want to stay under the blankets. Yesterday was that day for me.

I was tired, cold, I had a sore hip and a mild headache. I just didn’t feel like me. I was short on patience, generally grumpy, and easily annoyed. Now for some women we just call that PMS and move on, but this was different, It’s more like mommy blahs, a condition that occurs after many many days of only doing mommy stuff. Oh I don’t know, I’m just being silly, but I know it wasn’t the same as my pre-baby PMS days. I started to contemplate just what was bringing me down. I think there are many factors adding to my blahs from yesterday; Lack of sleep with a nursing baby, kids vying for my attention, a big stack of laundry, finding clothes that fit my post-baby body, missing my husband, and the weather too.  But all those little things start adding up until one day, it just becomes too much all together and I get grouchy.  My poor kids and hubby……

Also contributing to my mood; The Year of the Dragon, or so I’ve been saying. I don’t know how much of that stuff is true, but it seems this year has been one of those years.  It  feels like there have been lots of things happening to people I know that just don’t seem fair, or are unfortunate. I know I can’t control those situations, but my heart goes out to them and I can’t help but feel a little sadness for them. It’s part of what makes us human, to feel sympathy for others who are struggling or sad, or like me, just having one of those days.  But sometimes those  feelings just hang on a little longer or bother you a bit more then normal and it takes more effort to let go.

Now I probably didn’t help my own mood by watching a documentary the night before, which is sooooo fabulous by the way, called The Business of Being Born.  As I watched it, I was so shocked and yet encouraged. I felt that my goal of being a Doula will help women, that it will empower women to overcome some of the fears and issues of medicalized births. I wont get into the details of the film, because it actually make me very passionate and physically upset, but it does make me feel that my role as a Doula is part of something special. That Doulas are part of a important movement for our women. I was actually upset that I could not do more to help these women and I’m sure that added to my mood yesterday. I know it’s not realistic for me to think I can help everyone, but maybe I can change the world, one birth at a time!  I also watched Pregnant in America,  well done, but The Business of being born I enjoyed more.

Which brings me to the main reason I believe I was grouchy, I’m not a really patience person to start with, and being a Doula means I have to wait for the call. I hate waiting. lol. However, I know that when the call does come, it will be very rewarding experience indeed.

I did end up having an okay day yesterday, I had a visit on the phone with a friend, talked to my mom, watched Deanna read to Caitlin, crossed some things off my to- do list and found some jeans that fit me thanks to a friend of mine. So today I am going to follow the  advice of that friend.  I’m going to put on my jeans, do my hair and makeup, put supper in the crock-pot and shake off the mommy blahs. Maybe I’ll book a hair appointment and make myself feel like a women again and not just a mom today, maybe today I’ll get lucky and my client will call. Now that would be a wonderful pick me up, don’t you think?

Turkey… Gobble, Gobble

This past weekend was Thanksgiving and although it’s traditional to cook a turkey, funny enough, not one of our meals involved turkey.  Instead we had French Meat pie, Ham and a new crockpot sweet potatoe side dish. I thought it was wonderful, and am thankful just the same for a wonderful weekend. I do have  a frozen turkey in my freezer that I intend to cook this winter, and use to make turkey pot pie and turkey sandwiches, maybe I’ll do a small meal with stuffing and mashed potatoes just because I can.

Thanksgiving is a wonderful time to acknowledge the gifts we have in life. It’s kinda like the glass half full or the glass half empty, it’s all how you look at it. But once a year at Thanksgiving we are encouraged to see all the good, to be glad for what we have and thankful for our blessings. Everyday should be Thanksgiving hey? If everyday we saw the glass half full then the challenges of life would be easier to tackle I believe. If I started to list all the things I am thankful for, the list would go on and on, but on the top of my list is my Husband and beautiful children. I am most thankful and most proud of them. They bring me joy each day and even in the moments when I am ready to crack, I can not imagine my life without them.  So I’ll say thank-you for them and enjoy the smiles and sounds today for a bit. And in my head I’ll compile a list of all the other things I am thankful for.

I hope you all had a very nice Thanksgiving weekend, regardless of whether it involved Turkey or not.

KIVA

I wanted to share my friends post about a great program. I joined KIVA a few months ago and our family is going to do this instead of Christmas gifts this year. It is so easy to use and really helps out those in need. Come on get onboard with KIVA.

Snuggle Bugs

Last night while Conner was sleeping, I snuggled up with my girls in the bed and read them a story. I know that sounds like a simple thing to do but it was extra special last night. Just the three of us girls and a thankful heart.

Sometimes things happen in our life that remind us whats really important.  I believe that it helps us remember to be thankful and realize the blessings in our lives.  We only need to “wake up and smell the coffee”, to take notice when things happen and learn the lessons provided from them. And believe me there are A LOT of life lessons to learn.  I have always thought, that no matter how things play out, the right thing is to learn and grow from the experience, or else what’s the point right? Regardless of if it’s in your control or not, there is something to be learned from it.  And that there is ALWAYS someone out there who’s got it worse then you. So count the blessings and move forward. I think that is a good moto to live by.

So I made sure last night to read nice and slow, to put extra character into my voice as we read  The Grinch who stole Christmas (LOL) and enjoyed the girls giggles and snuggles.  I have an amazing family. A wonderful husband and beautiful children. Uncles and Aunts who enjoy our company, Grandparents for the kids, both sides close to home, who really love to spend time with the kids, and all of them love us!  And we love them all back! That is what is really important.

So Thanks for my snuggle bugs and that someone up there is watching out for us.