Its seriously been almost a YEAR since I last blogged?!?!?

and it looks like it may make it there cuz as I typed that sentence I heard my littlest let out a squawk ( took FOUR times to type that word out before it looked right sheesh) of annoyed warning - as in " mother, i am getting hungry....."

or maybe not. I no longer hear noise.

Its a rare thing these days to have any time to myself. When I do have it I am either reading my bible, scanning the pinterest and internet world for recipes that are gluten free AND weight watchers friendly AND freezer friendly, finding ways to entertain my totally different children and raising a newborn and two toddlers. Oh yes and making sure hubbie and i still get to have adult conversation that doesnt include spelling to be cryptic ( although, honestly there are some things we always seem to spell regardless of whether the children are present such as "fry", "down" ( referring to down stairs where there is a tornado of toys that used to serve as tv room/playroom but really is just a mess of toys now with a tv on the wall) and McDonalds - aka MCD's cuz thats how tired parents roll)

That was a really long sentence and probably written incorrectly.

So in the last year there have been a lot of changes. Mainly the addition of a newborn to the mix. Since I have been reading so many people's blogs, Ive realized I should probably be a little more censored in my writing about the children. So If you don't know my newest addition's name, and you should know it then you can facebook me cuz thats the only way people who know me are going to get his address ;)

I could start my return by sharing her entertaining birth story. Lets see how far I get and lets go back to the begining.
( Not the VERY beginning cuz thats just a bit awkward)
So last July I started feeling ridiculously tired- like someone had been spiking my water with copious amounts of melatonin or something. I also felt a bit ill like all the time. I finally braved up taking a pregnancy test. I moaned about how tired I was and informed hubbie that I was not going to attend small group that night but insisted that he go. Im kinda like a rabbit -you know how they have that special poo that no one sees and they hide it and eat it when no one is looking? ( seriously google it if you dont believe. I almost lost my mind when my friend told me this happens but shes very smart and doesnt make jokes like this) When i do a pregnancy test I hide from everyone, including hubbie and dont tell him im doing it til after. We needed milk which was a score so I went and got milk and a pregnancy test and hid the box from him with the bag of milk. Sneaky me. Naturally however I somehow forgot that my husband is extremely particular about milk being refridgerated without any ( and i mean any) delay. So the two seconds I left the milk bag alone he found the test.
So i did it while the girls were eating dinner and watching Dora
and as usually i smuggled it out of the bathroom for hubbie to read because this is how I do pregnancy tests.
and it was positive
and the girls were watching the Dora episode where she tells boots shes going to be a big sister.
who says God doesnt have a sense of humour?

Anyway the next several months went by. When December hit I also got hit with a wonderful condition called Symphysis pubis dysfunction - also known as pelvic girdle pain - which in my opinion is a much better name for it because it involves EVERYTHING. To make that long painful story short I have to say as horrible as it was, God blessed me so much through it - showing his provision when I had to quit work early, practically live at my chiropractors office and somehow Hubbie had the energy and perserverence he needed to keep going when he came home at the end of the day to do basically everything because I was pretty much useless by the time he arrived. I learned a lot about throwing off the expectations and opinions of others, gained a lot more empathy for others who appear to not have any problems ( even more with this than with my mysterious condition that appears to be fibromyalgia but the rheumatologist refused to say i have it, and refused to say I dont so you tell me) and learned to rely on God way more and trust God way more......all in all it was a rotten experience but Im thankful for it. Even though my lovely one was born in march, I am still having some residual issues but it is increasingly improving.

Anyhow, I was CONVINCED in my mind that this child was going to be very early. Im not sure how I came to that conclusion but I was sure. Except she didnt. She didn't arrive on time either. I was distraught about some circumstances surrounding the birth - giving birth with this condition can be hairy - certain positions can actually cause post birth damage that takes longer to recover from - and I was determined that that wasnt going to happen cuz having 3 kids 3 and under is no picnic and one needs to be able to move! ( let me just state that I in no way am saying that people in wheelchairs or with physical disabilites should not have children - it just makes it a heck of a lot easier to be able to chase the rascals)
I was wrong about that and I was wrong about birth.
Finally, in the wee hours of March 17th my water broke. The hilarious thing about this was that my cousin had been visiting that weekend previous and we were discussing the act of the water breaking. As I hadnt experienced it and she had she informed me how .....unappealing it is. Since she is a little more squirmy than I am, I just thought she was exaggerating.
Oh she was not.
Supposedly there is a litre of fluid. I think thats a lie. I think its more like 5.
So anyway my water broke in the wee hours of the morning. I woke up Josh and heres how that conversation went
Me: Uhm honey...I think my water broke.
Josh:are you sure you didnt pee yourself?
Me: yes
Josh: My leg is wet

You know how they say labour picks up when your water breaks?
Ya not always.

Nothing happened. We called the midwife and she said go back to bed. So we did. Well sorta....seeing as how the events described had just happened. The nice thing about my water breaking was that I was able to walk around a little easier wtihout that extra weight making my pelvis scream.

Highlights from the birth :
Since I had an induction I accepted the epidural. Which was awesome. It was the first time in like years I had absolutely no pain. Good times. I did some crocheting, some texting ( normally my texting spelling is horrid because I go at it so fast and auto correct makes all sorts of fun substitutes -but it was REALLY bad and i did A LOT of texting) We made the nurse laugh a lot. Apparently we were amusing. Even before the epidural.
When the anesthetist arrived he applied the disinfectant ALL OVER my entire back. Josh said it was like he was painting a barn. It felt like he was slapping it all over. So it was inserted and Josh had his head down the entire time...and I thought he was praying.
I was wrong
The nurse shouted " DAD'S GOING DOWN!", grabbed Josh with one hand, a chair with another, slid it over, shoved Josh down onto it and yelled for the "student" to get a wet cloth. Josh looked so bewildered and said " I just got...really hot....all of a sudden". The student brough the cloth, the nurse slapped it onto his forehead and ordered the student ( Brianna was her name) to hold it on his head. It was such a hilarious sight. Josh asked " Do I really look that bad?" The student looked uncomfortable and confused. I just laughed.  slightly drug induced laugh. I had no idea an epidural could cloud your senses. It was only my third time getting one.....
Since I had an induction, I also had a transfer of care so my midwife wasn't around and the OB who was to deliver was working over time. He wasnt seen much. When he had checked me apparently baby had some time to make way down so I figured it would take a while. Anyway, i suddenly realized my body was pushing and I was SURE the catheter was falling out. Josh asked if we should ring the nurse and I said "oh no theres still lots of time" I think he usurped me, or the nurse just happened to walk in and check me and declared that it was time to have a baby. So our little unknown sexed baby came within 4 pushes ( and thankfully the doctor decided to come to me first out of the three women on the floor who were ready to push) and we saw that we had another girl. Finally an undramatic birth with a super healthy no drama baby.
The other two women i had previous mentioned both gave birth within the next half hour.  It was a crazy day to be born at that particular hospital.

Anyway this is the story of little E's birth. She didn't have a name for a while but I started thinking about it while texting my friend at midnight and a name I had read a while ago and thought was kinda cute popped into my head so i had her look up the name for me ( internet doesnt work in that hospital....you can text but no internet and no calling. totally weird).
My cousin came to visit and they didnt even kick her out when she was there an hour after visiting hours was over. Her and my mom had made a list of names and brought them, the nurse from labour and delivery made a list too ....it was a crazy affair.
I had a lot of student nurses this time. Brianna as previously mentioned was fantastic. I also had a young man who really did not want to end up on a maternity floor. He lectured me about why formula feeding is bad, among other things and his way of educating was....well I had grace on him. It was funny. Especially since I had JUST told him I was on my third kid and had production issues. At least he didnt point out my stretch marks with great surprise like the student I had with bigger E. It reminded me of when I was a student on a maternity floor and I felt like an idiot having to educate women on how to breastfeed cuz I had no idea what I was doing and thought someone who did should probably help them since they seemed to think I knew what I was talking about and I suspected it wasn't as simple as making a c around your boob ( which i was right about when I actually did it lol)
The most annoying part of it all was that i couldnt walk much at all afterwards. My pelvis was kinda a mess as it tends to be for most women but even more so due to my condition. I told my nurse that, and naturally she had never heard of it. i asked if i could be wheeled out and she looked mad and acted like it was ridiculous request. I ended up having to wheel myself out of the hospital. Three nurses sitting at the station complaining about how labour and delivery didnt fill out crib cards.
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however. this is it. no more. the OB declared that he would be there to deliver my fourth baby ( he also delivered bigger E as she also had to be a transfer of care at the last minute) but i assured him that he was off the hook.

This took two days to write.