" Dance like nobody's watching; love like you've never been hurt; sing like nobody's listening; live like its Heaven on earth" - Mark Twain. Beyond all else, I am the wife to my very best friend and a mom to five amazing children. My blog is a little bit of this and a little bit of that, and what makes up my day to day with the love of my life Benoit and my boys, Olivier Nicholas, Joshua Etienne, Jacob Antoine, and our little miracle Riley Félix-Gabriel, and our final family member, our little princess, Juliette Alexia Mélirose...While remembering our children, Gabriell and Méliange who left us much too early...our Butterfly-Angels....Welcome to my little world...

Butterfly Visits

Butterfly Visits

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Big Brothers....

Their eyes were shinning with excitement as they walked down the hall of the hospital...

These 3 little boys have gone through so much the past two years...having to live and accept the loss of our two babies...a part of them had to grow up a lot faster then they should have...

But here we are today...a happy day...

They were about to meet their youngest brother...finally....this one, they would be bringing home...

The look on their face...in their eyes....was magical....



Olivier


Jacob

Joshua


Heading Home...

March 21st, 2011

Still can't believe you are here...

Still can't believe how tiny you are...

Sunday March 20th, 2011

Even though my little Riley was not born on St-Patricks Day...he was born on the day of the Montreal St-Patricks Day Parade.

Sunday March 20th also marked the Vernal Equinox - better known as the First Day of Spring...Yes - mommy officially got her spring baby!!

He was also born the night of The Perigee-Syzygy or the Super Moon - the biggest full moon in 18 years...

An extraordinary moon - in the wee hours, she hung in the sky like the very Heart of the World...pregnant and radiant with Light...so beautiful...she took our breath away...

And as she hung over us, I lay in my final minutes - pregnant and radiant...and then...pushed into the light my beautiful baby...he lit up my world...and took my breath away...

Welcome Riley Félix-Gabriel ~ The Birth Story

Saturday March 19th - Sunday March 20th, 2011

The decision had been made to induce labor at 37 weeks. We had all agreed that what we risk loosing if something were to go wrong in the last few weeks of pregnancy far outweighed what little was left to gain by waiting a few more weeks....We still do not know what could have caused the fetal-maternal hemorrhage of our two angel babies - so we could not risk it happening again...

We arrived at the hospital - 2cm dilated, but needed cervidil to prepare the cervix and get the contractions started.

After an hour, the contractions had started and were already very regular - coming every 3 minutes and increasing in intensity.

Unfortunately, your little heart rate was not reacting well and was dipping quite frequently - having trouble coming back up...Another stress for mommy - who spent the next 4 hours, my eyes glued to the monitor - wondering...worrying...

After 4 hours, the decision was made - he cervidil had to come out - the risk of leaving it in any longer much too great.

Our next step - to start pitocin and pray your little heart rate reacts better...

Membranes stripped - water broken - contractions still every 3 minutes but getting stronger - we were on our way...

But within minutes - the alarm on the monitor began ringing...and once again...with my stomach in a knot...my eyes glanced at the numbers - and your heart rate at 80 beats per minute...too slow....

The nurses, residents and our wonderful OB - Dr B. stood calmly around my bed - but the stress on their faces - in their voices - was clearly visible....

Another decision...withoutt the pitocin - I could not dilate...we would continue with it and our wonderful doctor would remain on the department - just in case...just in case...

With my head completely flat, lying on my left side, oxygen mask in place and the sound of the alarm ringing with every contraction...I prayed....

A few hours had past, and I remained at 3cm...but the contractions were now in my back....I decided to have the epidural...

Unable to put it in while lying down - I was allowed to sit up to have it inserted but was quickly layed back flat again as soon as it was in. Able to relax a bit - I closed my eyes...

Half an hour later, I rolled onto my back quickly and felt immediate pressure....I remembered that feeling...I knew you were about to arrive...

At that moment, the resident came and did an exam - and with surprise on his face - announced I was at at 10 cm. He instructed me to try pushing to help relieve the pressure...but as soon as I started - came his voice - "stop, stop - the head is coming out"....

The next few minutes people were running everywhere in the room - getting everything ready...

I lay on my side - trying to breathe through the intense pressure...

I was then turned onto my back - and before even having a chance to push - was told the head was out and then...

Minutes old...my miracle...
There you were...lying on my tummy....that unbelievable moment was really here...you were really here...you were perfect...after so long...finally in my arms...what a day...what a moment.....

And then I noticed the umbilical cord - all twisted up and tied in a knot...and reality set in...I almost lost you...almost lost once again...

According to Dr B. - you would not have made it another day...the knot was too tight...to think we had come so far together and I almost lost you...


Riley

But here you are....

Riley Félix-Gabriel ~ born March 20th, 2011 at 2:52 am. Weighing 6 pounds 8 ounces and 19 inches long.

I knew the moment I would finally hold you in my arms would be something I would never forget...but I could never had imagined how unbelievable that moment actually was...












The Day...

March 20th, 2011

The day was finally upon me...

The day I have been waiting for...for what seems like forever....

The day I would finally meet you...

Thursday, March 17, 2011

St-Patricks's Day

Though our newest little guy will not be arriving on March 17th - St-Patrick's Day - the name we have chosen is of Irish and Gaelic origin.

It means Misniúil...Cróga   - meaning Courageous...Valiant...Perfect for our little fighter....

And when he smiles...and when he laughs...I will see my little angels through him....for...

In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing

-Chauncey Olcott




Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig!! Sláinte!





Wednesday, March 16, 2011

The Waiting Game

Today marked my last doctors appointment.

We are now officially on the induction list for Friday...only hours away...

And now we wait...

Wait for the call...

Wait to finally meet you...

The Nursery

The nursery is almost ready...

The crib is up...the sheets lining the bed...curtains hanging delicately in the window...the rocking chair waiting in the corner...

Beautiful paintings will soon decorate the walls...

And his name will hang over his bed...



We are ready for you little one...

We are ready...



Joshie

He runs in - and with closed eyes - puts his arms around me - then turns around and runs back to play...

Getting a big 6 year old hug - just because - could life be any sweeter...

My Josh

Week of Lasts...

It has been 12 years since we have begun this journey...

We have gone through the struggles of infertility treatments, the joys of delivering our three beautiful sons, the disappointments of year after year of trying, the heartbreak of loosing, the miracle of expecting once again...and now, it is all coming to an end...

The last week has arrived...

I have been waiting for it for nine months...and yet, feel as though it has creeped up on me...

I can't believe I am here...I can't believe WE are here...together...

My butterfly baby...
This week will be the last pictures we take of my beautiful pregnant belly...never again will I look at myself in the mirror and see the life that grows inside...

This week will be the last time I will experience the amazing feeling of a baby moving inside me...

This week will be my last doctors appointment - listening to the little heart that beats inside...

This week will be the last to enjoy and cherish this little one all to myself - this special bond that only we can share...

This week will be the last time I carry my unborn child...

This week will be the last time I bring a baby into the world...

This week, this chapter of my life will end...and I will miss it...

But my week of lasts...will also be a week of firsts...

I will watch my little one take his first breathe...hear his first cry...watch as he opens his eyes to the world...hold him for the first time...

So as my week of lasts, turns into a weeks of firsts, I will be smiling...

37 weeks...a few days before delivery...


Every second I get...is a miracle...

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Watching Him Grow

Today I stood back and looked at my nine year old son Olivier...mon petit coco...and I asked myself - where has time gone...

The past six months have completely changed him - he grew up before our eyes...

Just a few months ago, he was asked to name his favorite song...and could not even think of one...and here we are today - his i-pod in his ears - listening to his favorite music...

"Mom, I have something to tell you that you won't like...I don't really like Jack Johnson"

At that moment I realized that it is now His music, His decisions, no longer mine....

I watch him with his friends...becoming so independent...watch him e-mail them on facebook...watching him change in so many ways...

He is seeing the world through his own eyes...with his own decisions, his own insights, his own views...becoming more independent, more mature, more responsible...he loves to help us...he looks out for his little brothers...he looks out for me....how proud he is making me...

And as I watch him grow, watch him change, I also realize that our relationship is also changing, also growing...we talk to each other, we are close, I can now see the bond we have...and I cherish every moment...

So today, as I watch him grow...I wish I could hang on to him...but know I must let him go...

If only I could freeze time...just for a moment...

One Giant Step

Today, 8 days away from delivery, I decided it was time...

Time to cut the price tags from the little undershirts, the little pyjamas...time to wash them...time to hang them...time to fold them...time to tuck them into the tiny drawers...time to take that step...

Funny, with my first son, I remember this moment being one of complete joy and excitement...the clothes were washed, the room was ready, months before his arrival...

But here we are today, my heart telling me its okay...its time to move forward...to take that step...but at the same time, still so scared...so scared to hurt again....



So what seems like such a tiny step for most...for an angel mommy... this step was huge...





Counting Days

How strange it is to think I can now count down days...instead of weeks...instead of months....

How incredible to think that this journey is coming to an end....

How unbelievable it is to think, that days from now, this little miracle will be in our arms...that a whole new journey is about to begin....

The Diaper Bag

After cloth diapers, came the all important decision of which diaper bag to choose...

Funny, how little trivial things such as diapers and how to carry them, can take up so much of my thoughts...But, maybe this was a way to allow myself to get excited about our new little one...a way to allow myself to believe that this baby would really be coming home...a way to hang on to hope and for a single moment, allow myself to forget how quickly this could all be taken away from me...

So I allowed myself to get excited about finding the perfect diaper bag...allowed myself, for just a moment, to act like a normal expectant mom...

And my choice?

The Skip Hop Duo Deluxe.

It now sits in the empty nursery...waiting for that day...that unbelievable day...

The Big Move

Olivier's & Joshua's new room
Our two oldest boys have officially moved their rooms into the basement...they are growing up...taking bigger steps...

For them, this move is full of excitement - a new adventure...

For mommy, this one tiny step is huge...a first step away from me...no longer needing to be next to us...a big boy step of independence...

Full of excitement for them, I tuck them in and kiss them good-night...and wipe away my tears...

Jacob's big boy room
And with this move, my four year old Jacob inherited the big boy room. Out of the pastel colour nursery that has been his room since we brought him home from the hospital...and into the brightly coloured room of a big boy. How time flies...

I now stand in the empty nursery...still unable to believe that it won't remain empty for long...the bed will soon be up...his name hanging on the wall...little pyjamas hanging in the closet...and I will be rocking him to sleep...it all seems unbelievable... 
And I smile....I smile....

The nursery....