It has been far too long.
Over a year and a half since I've last posted and it's time to get reaquainted.
I had just found out I was pregnant in my last post. It turned out I was farther along than I was originally told, but to tell a story you start from the beginning and I digress.
I finished out my finally year in school. I finished with top marks and with the top major project of the year. I was really looking forward to walking down the isle and getting my degree, but, that did not happen.
We decided to move home to Cape Breton Island to raise the children. It made the most sense to us as a family. we would be closer to both our families and they would be able to provide us with support and help while we both worked.
So during my final internship which I once again took at CTV in Halifax, I left with 2 weeks to go due to family issues. My uncle Wayne who was diagnosed with inoperable cancer was given 2 weeks to live. So I left everything and went home. By this time Raven and Chris had already moved back to Cape Breton, I had been living in the Valley by myself for the past few weeks. I was offered positions in CTV in Halifax and truth be told I didn't want to leave. The people were fantastic and I love them to this day, but, life happens I suppose.
Off to Cape Breton I flew as fast as I could. I help my mother and Aunt look after my Uncle. By the time I had gotten home they were so exhausted with the care they had already been giving him, and, I love my uncle Wayne and always will, but, he wasn't always the easiest person to get along with.
What I saw in Wayne those last 2 weeks I was with him was a different person. He started to ask for me to go over instead of others. I would make him some tea and give him his medications. If he needed to throw up he would do it on me , in my hands, or tissue I was holding if no bin was readily available. He started to get more reflective. We would talk about when I was young and the things we would talk about back then and the silly things I did as a child. I made him laugh, and made him feel like he wasn't sick. He wanted to see my new baby so much, he wanted to hold her.
Yes... her.
We found out through an ultrasound that summer that my new baby was another girl, we were very happy. We already had a name picked out for a girl and we were calling the baby Haley before we even left the hospital.
Uncle Wayne died before we found out what the baby was, but, I did tell him we were going to call her Haley if she was a girl. Haley, is my mothers and Wayne's last name, so it was in honor of them, their family. That made him happy I think.
By the end of his life, Wayne wanted to die at home, where he had always lived, and where he was most comfortable. Nurses would come into the home to give him some pain medication, and by the last day he was barley coherant, the nurses could only keep him comfortable. The day after the anniversary of my grandmother (Wayne's mother) death, he died. He told me he wanted to make it to nany's anniversary. He told me that, and I knew, he would die soon after that. Within hours of the anniversary...he was gone. He died on his favorite couch, in his sleep, and we were all there. I cried for the funeral, I was so sad. Happy that he wasn't suffering anymore. But sad that I was one less family member short.
I didn't go to the graveyard, they upset me a lot. I was also very large at this point in my pregnancy, and the heat bothered me and I felt faint. I stayed home and cried. I honored Wayne in my own way, and I think he would have understood.
I had Haley on September 28th. She was 7, 7. Almost as big a raven was when she was born.
I had another wonderful birth, no complications, and after a week of hospital stay due to Haley's jaundice, they let us leave.
Since then, I've been working at a radio station in Glace Bay. We've bought our first house for the family in Sydney. The kids love it, it even has a pool in the backyard. We are renovating, Haley has a birthday coming up soon.
My children are doing great. Raven is happy to be back in Cape Breton. Haley is growing like a weed. And other than the lot of us being sick.... things are going well.
Family drama has increased since we've been home, but, it's something we're handling.
Me and Chris are doing well. We talk about marriage now and then, I think we may bite the bullet someday, but for now, I think we're where we want to be. Sometime I get scared thinking about marriage. I think I may just be afraid if I do get married the same thing that happened to my first marriage will happen again. When I think of that I realize if I'm worrying about it..i'm not ready yet.
Those are the highlights and lowlights of the last year and a bit, the gaps are filled in by gloriously mundane day to day life. I like it that way. I like being a home body now. Being with the family and trying to catch up to all the house work. Watching my kids grow and learn, and trying to sneak a kiss to Chris when the kids aren't in the room...
Over a year and a half since I've last posted and it's time to get reaquainted.
I had just found out I was pregnant in my last post. It turned out I was farther along than I was originally told, but to tell a story you start from the beginning and I digress.
I finished out my finally year in school. I finished with top marks and with the top major project of the year. I was really looking forward to walking down the isle and getting my degree, but, that did not happen.
We decided to move home to Cape Breton Island to raise the children. It made the most sense to us as a family. we would be closer to both our families and they would be able to provide us with support and help while we both worked.
So during my final internship which I once again took at CTV in Halifax, I left with 2 weeks to go due to family issues. My uncle Wayne who was diagnosed with inoperable cancer was given 2 weeks to live. So I left everything and went home. By this time Raven and Chris had already moved back to Cape Breton, I had been living in the Valley by myself for the past few weeks. I was offered positions in CTV in Halifax and truth be told I didn't want to leave. The people were fantastic and I love them to this day, but, life happens I suppose.
Off to Cape Breton I flew as fast as I could. I help my mother and Aunt look after my Uncle. By the time I had gotten home they were so exhausted with the care they had already been giving him, and, I love my uncle Wayne and always will, but, he wasn't always the easiest person to get along with.
What I saw in Wayne those last 2 weeks I was with him was a different person. He started to ask for me to go over instead of others. I would make him some tea and give him his medications. If he needed to throw up he would do it on me , in my hands, or tissue I was holding if no bin was readily available. He started to get more reflective. We would talk about when I was young and the things we would talk about back then and the silly things I did as a child. I made him laugh, and made him feel like he wasn't sick. He wanted to see my new baby so much, he wanted to hold her.
Yes... her.
We found out through an ultrasound that summer that my new baby was another girl, we were very happy. We already had a name picked out for a girl and we were calling the baby Haley before we even left the hospital.
Uncle Wayne died before we found out what the baby was, but, I did tell him we were going to call her Haley if she was a girl. Haley, is my mothers and Wayne's last name, so it was in honor of them, their family. That made him happy I think.
By the end of his life, Wayne wanted to die at home, where he had always lived, and where he was most comfortable. Nurses would come into the home to give him some pain medication, and by the last day he was barley coherant, the nurses could only keep him comfortable. The day after the anniversary of my grandmother (Wayne's mother) death, he died. He told me he wanted to make it to nany's anniversary. He told me that, and I knew, he would die soon after that. Within hours of the anniversary...he was gone. He died on his favorite couch, in his sleep, and we were all there. I cried for the funeral, I was so sad. Happy that he wasn't suffering anymore. But sad that I was one less family member short.
I didn't go to the graveyard, they upset me a lot. I was also very large at this point in my pregnancy, and the heat bothered me and I felt faint. I stayed home and cried. I honored Wayne in my own way, and I think he would have understood.
I had Haley on September 28th. She was 7, 7. Almost as big a raven was when she was born.
I had another wonderful birth, no complications, and after a week of hospital stay due to Haley's jaundice, they let us leave.
Since then, I've been working at a radio station in Glace Bay. We've bought our first house for the family in Sydney. The kids love it, it even has a pool in the backyard. We are renovating, Haley has a birthday coming up soon.
My children are doing great. Raven is happy to be back in Cape Breton. Haley is growing like a weed. And other than the lot of us being sick.... things are going well.
Family drama has increased since we've been home, but, it's something we're handling.
Me and Chris are doing well. We talk about marriage now and then, I think we may bite the bullet someday, but for now, I think we're where we want to be. Sometime I get scared thinking about marriage. I think I may just be afraid if I do get married the same thing that happened to my first marriage will happen again. When I think of that I realize if I'm worrying about it..i'm not ready yet.
Those are the highlights and lowlights of the last year and a bit, the gaps are filled in by gloriously mundane day to day life. I like it that way. I like being a home body now. Being with the family and trying to catch up to all the house work. Watching my kids grow and learn, and trying to sneak a kiss to Chris when the kids aren't in the room...
