Never before experiencing this kind of love is an understatement. But I can't describe it any other way.

This delicious stack of baby pancakes was born June 2 at 1356 by cesarean section. Weighing a juicy 8lb 7oz. I laboured beautifully, peacefully, and surrounded by love at home with my midwives, doula, and the most AMAZING husband in the entire universe. Unfortunately my contractions strangely petered out at 8cm dilated. So we decided to transfer into the hospital for an oxytocin augment.

Long story short, a while of fetal distress, posterior baby, and maternal fever later, we decided cesarean was now happening. I never knew I would be so okay with it, especially as a Midwife myself, but it was time. My baby girl wasn't happy in labour anymore and she still wasn't close to coming out. Last year my hubby and I suffered a terrible loss of our baby at 21 weeks when my water broke. So, this was now an easy decision to make for us.

The drama didn't stop there. I ended up losing 2.5 litres of blood, had transfusions, and then kidney damage due to the blood loss. Still dealing with the trauma of all that. But, honestly, as scary as all of that was I am on cloud 9 with how I was treated by all my birthing team. And then...there was this little one. The light of my life. My new reason for being on this planet...to treat her right, make her happy and strong, and love her like crazy. Oh man, this is intense isn't it?? ❤️🌈❤️