Showing posts with label 4years. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 4years. Show all posts

Monday, November 02, 2009

My boy is the awesome 4



Four years of age, that is.




We asked him what he wanted to do on his birthday.
"Just get me everything"




I was worried he would be upset that we didn't get him "everything" but he seemed to adore all that he got and did on his forth birthday. For the record, he got a blanket and toys crocheted by me as well as clothes, wooden pretend play toys (cooking related), drum pad and drumsticks.




I also gave him approx 50grams of organic merino with jelly and food dye. He was very excited to have his own wool to colour and has grand plans for me to make something for him.



It was a warm day so we went to get icypoles.
The big kids were home from school so we all went bowling with Dad.







Av got a strike as did his brother. J wanted to pick up the bowling balls and throw them no doubt!
J fell asleep after a feed while the kids played 2 games and then had games of air hockey.





Happy 4th Birthday!











4 Years





4 years ago, I had my third baby. I had wanted to 'accidently' have him ( I didn't know he would be a boy ) at home in the shower. I didn't. I went to hospital and breathed him out hoping I wouldn't tear. I had been kicked out of the birthing centre for borderline low iron levels and was considered high risk. This meant I was monitored/ watched and I did my best to tune out the world. I still tore as he came into the world but my recovery was better despite having a drip and catheter inserted post partum.
It was then that I decided I didn't need the interference and my next child would be born at home ( and he was).



My daughter's birth would have been all that much better if I was left alone to birth her. I still feel traumatised at how I felt being watched during my first son's labour. I found it very difficult to overcome and this being the year of birth trauma awareness it is something I want to work through.
I feel I have been on a journey and so I do not regret what I have experienced as difficult as it has been. I think it has given me passion to listen and trust my instinct. There is nothing more important.


So today my boy is 4.
 
A wonderful boy he is. He still likes to climb and play, have cuddles and chat. His vocabulary has improved and he has such a way with words. Unfortunately his health isn't the best though he takes it in his stride. Asthma sucks.
So today I wish my son a very happy and healthy birthday with many more to come.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009