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Shepherd's Home Birth Story (& a little discount code...)


To go along with my new pregnant lady print I wanted to share Shepherd's birth story as it seemed fitting they go together. I had it typed up to post with the print blog but life is busy so I didn't get to finish it until now. I love reading birth stores and I know I am not the only one so I wanted to add mine to the millions that I am sure are all over the internet of life brand new. For this labour we decided on a home birth. We initially planned on having him in hospital but about half way through my pregnancy I had this growing subtle desire for a home birth. I tentatively brought it up with Jason one day while we were walking, unsure of whether he would go for it or not, and we then resolved to ask our midwife a million questions and pray about it. In the end we decided that as long as everything checked out healthy and baby was in a good position we would go for it. At 11:50 pm on October 13th, 2017 he was born, crying and perfect.


Oct 12th- In the late afternoon I started having contractions. They just felt like very strong braxton hicks contractions mixed with a little pain. They were mild though so I could fairly easily ignore them. I had them all through the night and through the next day. Some woke me up in the night but mostly I slept through them and only some of the ones during the day made me stop and breath a little. I knew people had contractions like this off and on for sometimes weeks before actually giving birth so I didn't pay much attention to them.

Oct 13th- It was a Friday which meant we had a Bethesda team meeting at our house. I was still having the contractions through our prayer time off and on and then left to lay down half way through the meeting because I was so tired from not sleeping well the night before. Sometimes they were like clock work 10 minutes apart and other times they were way more spread out. We went about our day fairly normally and I waited until the afternoon to message our midwife saying that I was having pretty consistent contractions but that I still didn't feel like I was in labour. It was more of a heads up that things were moving.

By evening they were beginning to get much stronger and were consistently 10 minutes apart so Jason put Ira to bed at 7 like his usual routine and we made sure everything was tidy and in place like we planned for the home birth. Everything was so normal up to this point that Ira had no idea what was going on which was really nice. He had no idea he'd wake up to his brother in the morning. Neither did we for that matter. All that day if I laid down or rested they tended to ease a bit and get further apart so I wasn't convinced I was really in labour yet.

8pm- I went to lay down because I was so tired and wanted to see what resting would do to the contractions. I was only going to lay until 8:30 but slept until 9 waking with each contraction every 10 minutes. By 9pm I had to start really concentrating through them and couldn't lay down and just breath anymore. I was also starting to shake a little bit during them if I got cold and thats when I knew that it was really starting. It was the first time I felt something similar to going into labour with Ira. I don't know about you but I need to be warm when I am giving birth or I get so tense. Heaters and hot water bottles and my water bottle with a bendy straw are essential.

9:19pm I messaged our midwife Sandy to say that I was definitely in labour and that things were starting to get intense. It was hard to even send messages at this point. Jason realized ok this is happening and got our bath tub clean incase I wanted to use warm water for pain relief and he got our bed/room ready with a big plastic sheet on the mattress. Sandy replied asking if I wanted her to come and I said she could probably wait a little while. I think I was afraid she would come really early and I would only be a few cm's dilated with still a long way to go. I progressed so slowly during Ira's labour after transferring to the hospital and eventually had to have my water broken to really get things going that I wanted to hold off as long as I could before I got her to come. (Sidenote: my midwife lives close by so I wasn't worried about her not making it in time. I knew she would be here quick once I said come.)

10:21pm I messaged Sandy to come.
Up until this point everything was intense but manageable. I was coping really well on my own and as much as it took all of my attention to focus through the pain I was doing really well. I was in my own little world and so focused. Then all of a sudden it shifted and the contractions got really intense and much closer together, I threw up and then realized I was likely a lot further along than I though I was. I could't wait for the midwife to arrive. I remember looking at the clock and praying to God that he would be born before midnight. I don't know why but I think I remember thinking that as hard as this was I felt I could definitely cope until midnight.

10:40pm She was here and had all her things set up. She had done a home visit a few weeks earlier to plan where everything would be and where she would put all her equipment so it was really smooth when she got here. I didn't have to worry about a thing and I just remember finishing a contraction when she arrived and looking over and smiling. She said, "you are doing great" and I was so thankful for her presence. Midwives are amazing. She checked the babies heartbeat and it was perfect. At this point I was on my knees leaning over our couch. On my hands and knees was the only position I could find any relief from the pain in between the contractions. Everything else hurt too much so I just stayed there the whole time breathing deep.

Shortly after she checked me to see how dilated I was. I was already 8cm! Jason and I just looked at each other in disbelief. That was the best thing she could have told me. It took so long to dilate my first time that being so close to the end after what felt like such a short time was an amazing encouragement. I was like I can do this!

At this point Jason had the shower all ready so I could sit with the warm water running on my belly but I ended up not needing it. He also messaged a friend to come over while I laboured incase Ira woke up but he never did. He slept perfectly through the whole thing! I actually sat on the toilet for a few contractions to have gravity help with the last 2cm. After about 3 contractions I threw up again and Sandy got me to move to our bed where she had set up a pile of pillows so I could lean on them and still labour in my hands and knees. She said very few things but when she did it was perfectly timed encouragement or direction and exactly what I needed to hear. She gave me the perfect amount of space while also being present. I felt very safe. She said the pressure would get intense soon and I would feel the need to push. Jason was right there giving me water when I asked for it and Sandy kept putting gentle pressure in my feet and legs that helped so much with the pain. Pretty soon I had to push. I would lean into those pillows and push with all my might. I don't remember how many contractions but it was very few and then I heard her say to Jason that on the next one he would come out. He did!

11:50pm Shepherd was born. He cried so loud and it was beautiful.
She handed him to me between my legs as I was still on my knees and I got myself turned around so I could sit and snuggle my boy on my chest. That moment. It's my favourite. I would have kids over and over just to have that feeling of them seconds fresh resting on my chest. Oh. My. Goodness. It's my favourite. I remember saying, "he's so tiny!" and then looked at Jason in disbelief and said, "I am so glad we decided to do it at home!" I was in shock in every good way and just couldn't believe it. It probably seemed long for you reading this because it was a lot of writing but for me I only felt like I was in labour from 9pm so it was much quicker than I expected.


Something I wanted to say is that I loved both of my births. I don't think one way is better than another. They were clearly different but I loved my hospital birth and I loved my home birth. I loved and needed the extra care and attention I received from my OB and nurses after I had my first baby. I needed it and would have struggled a lot more with the early postpartum days. I also loved having a baby at home. It made everything seem so natural and there was an ease to it that I don't think could be had at a hospital because of transferring and all of that. It was so familiar and smooth and going to sleep with my new baby in my own bed and then waking up to have big brother join us is what dreams are made of. Both were perfect. 

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17 Months Old & Happy Fathers Day


I hope everyone had a good Father's Day! We got Jason a warm housecoat to weather the winter in and made him lots of good food, complete with a black forest cherry cake. It was a really good day and he deserves to be celebrated for how wonderful of a father he is. He and Ira have such a good relationship and I love seeing how it has deepened and developed. This boy loves his dada and no-one can be as silly or get him to laugh quite as hard as dada can. He gives the best bear hugs, thinks of the funnest games, and lets Ira play the piano with him! What more could a boy ask for? He is also faithful and selfless and patient and wise and all of those amazing qualities as well. As a wife and mom I am so thankful for Jason. He has matured and grown so much since becoming a father and takes care of us so well. I love that I can be gone for the day at work and not have to worry a bit about the two of them because they always have such a good time together. I am usually away waiting for Jason to send a picture of whatever silly antic that are up to at the moment. I can't wait to see him hold and love our newest baby boy in October! Happy Father's Day Jason! You are the best! 






Ira will be 17 months old this week which is something we have a hard time wrapping our minds around. He is becoming more and more of a little boy and less and less of a little baby everyday and we are completely enamoured with him. Here are some of the silly highlights from him in the past while: 

- Since he was little (littler? he is still little haha) he has specialized in animal noises. I would consider him a professional at being a dog, cat, elephant, lion, cow, horse, duck, penguin, snake, bumble bee, monkey, owl, sheep, fish, and a few more I can't think of. Our house is basically a zoo. 
- He sneaks hugs and kisses all day long. 
- He is a wild thing in every good and wonderful way and lives for wide open spaces like shopping mall hallways and the aquarium to run around in. 
- Everything is "Woah!" 
- He likes the sound of motorcycles. 
- He loves to snuggle up and read books. 
- He is still afraid of bubbles in the bath tub but also weirdly loves bubbles so you have to make them in a ice cream container and put it by the bath and then he plays and plays with them. 
- He is gentle and kind. 
- He loves babas, especially little tiny ones. We saw a two week old a the mall last week and he was so happy. I can't wait to see him interact with his little brother. 
- One of his favourite games is to push the couch out from the wall, pick one of his stuffed animals out, and then have you chase him with it around and around in circles. He laughs his head off and I think he has done thousands of laps in his short few months of walking. 
- He LOVES to sing. We have a mini whisk that is his special microphone and he walks around the house singing all the time. Lately he has been closing his eyes and raising his hands as if in worship but he usually peeks a little to make sure we are seeing him do it. It is the funniest thing. 
- He likes to watch Paddington Bear and videos of the baba aka himself. 
- He says a lot of words. Some common ones are cracker, flower, mama, dada, ball, water, car, tractor, all gone, tree, teeth, nose, eye, cheese, Gogo (Grandmother), star, whale...etc. 

I could go on and on. He comes up with something new everyday and I try to record and remember them because most of the time they are so silly and he is onto the next thing in no time. He is a dream come true. 

We took these pictures yesterday after Ira had some of the cake we made for Jason and therefore a bit more energy than we could burn running around the living room. Jason always takes Ira to this field called the Vlei to play so it was the perfect way to relax on a special afternoon. 

14 Months Old With Something to Share


Is he not just the cutest human being alive? We love him so and love that we were able to have him share some exciting things coming up in the sweetest way possible. Enjoy!

Ira Gray Lewis - How We Chose His Name


Ira
Origin: Hebrew male name
Meaning: Watchful (Different sources also say wakeful and full grown)

Something I have been wanting to do for a long time is write about Ira's name. We frequently get questions about where we found it and why we picked it so I thought this is something I should share sooner or later.

To start, this is going to should cliche but... we didn't pick his name, God did. God made it clear to us many times that Ira was to be the baby's name. Jason and I believe that names are important and powerful so we didn't want to pick a name simply because we liked it. Thankfully we love the name Ira but we also wanted it to have significance and be relative to who God made him to be.

One day while we were perusing the internet for baby names Jason was on a random website with a list of names. The kind of random website where you have about 10 tabs open and if you closed it you would probably never find the page again because you aren't sure how you got there in the first place. It was on one of those pages that we first saw the name. As we threw random names back and forth, most of them being turned down, Jason said, "what about Ira?" We instantly like it and added it to our list of potential names. (Our list has many girl names but barely any boy names. Boy names are hard!) As we continued to look at names over the weeks we took many off the list but Ira always stayed near the top.

One night I had a dream. I won't go into the details of the dream but when I woke up to write it down the main message in the dream was that our son would be a "mighty man." Afterwards we found out that Ira is actually a name found in the Bible and is one of the men in King David's army of mighty men. These were men of righteousness. They were warriors doing mighty, valiant exploits for King David and ultimately for the Kingdom of God. That, for us, was definitely a confirmation and added to how much we already liked the name.

After praying and waiting Ira was to be his name so it was actually rather simple to choose. The hardest part was choosing a middle name.



Gray
Origin: English
Meaning: Nickname for someone with grey hair or a grey beard (clearly the meaning wasn't relevant in this case)

Gray is my maiden name. Before I married Jason I was Jillian Gray. We never intended on using family names but as we discussed middle names Gray stood out to us over and over and we like the sound of the two names together. Ira Gray. Many names we liked when paired with Ira ended up sounding feminine and we didn't want that. I think Ira is sometimes now used as a female name but it is originally a male name. One thing we felt strongly about was that this baby would carry a lot of the generational blessings from our grandparents and great grandparents and so on, especially things from my Irish heritage like the friendly relational demeanour Irish people are known for. So to emphasize that part of who God made him we decided on Gray.

Sidenote: Wonderfully enough at the last Prophecy seminar we taught at Bethesda last year one of the students had to ask God for a prophetic word for me. He looked at me and said when you were teaching I was wondering if you had a child and then right after you said you had a son and God told me this about him: You (Jillian) come from a long line of people who have been faithful to God and that generational blessing is on your son. He had no idea who I was or that those words were something that had already been spoken about and emphasized about Ira since before he was born. So that was pretty special.

Once we prayed and finally settled on it we grew to love his name more and more and were so excited to share it with everyone once he was born. We called him by it when we would talk to him in my tummy but kept it a secret from everyone else. I still clearly remember the moment when Marlene said, "So what's his name?" It makes me so happy to think about. I look forward to that moment of saying my babies names when they are fresh and new in my arms after I have each one.

Anyway, those are the details. He has already lived up to his name in his short 11 months and we constantly have people commenting on how watchful he is. He honestly doesn't miss a detail. they also comment on how friendly he is and constantly has us stopping and talking to people just like his grandfather and great grandfather. That's our Ira Gray.




All the pictures are from the beautiful Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens. It is one of my favourite places in Cape Town.

Petting Zoo With Our Little Monkey



Ira is starting to really notice animals so we took him to the petting zoo to see how he would react to all the furry little creatures. A couple of weeks ago he started "barking" every time he heard a dog outside. Now every time he sees an animal he goes, "Ra!" Even if its a cartoon in the pages of a book he points and makes sure to let you know he sees it. We think it's the cutest. Of all the cute little animals he pointed the most at the turtles haha but I also think he liked the bunnies and was pretty happy to get to touch them. The bunnies were my favourite too. There we a lot of babies and babies of almost any animal are cute and I just want to keep them all. They wouldn't have noticed if I snuck one out in my pocket, right? 










We have been on break for a little over 2 weeks and it has been wonderful. In Cape Town everything shuts down over the holiday because it is summer break as well as Christmas. There are people everywhere here because Muizenberg is such a holiday destination and they have all come for their own little piece of sand and sun. We have been using the time to tackle the to do list of things that get pushed aside when we get busy with work and parenting. Lots of little projects and extra cleaning and walks with Ira. I have cleaned out and reorganized drawers and binders and notes and all the things that were getting cluttered and hectic and my brain feels so much better now. It has definitely helped me feel like I am ready to enter the new year where as a few weeks ago I felt like there was so much to do and so much in my head just swirling around. Needless to say the break has been oh so good and we still have a few weeks left of it. My parents get here a week from today which is the most exciting thing and then we will get to do many of the beautiful touristy things around Cape Town. It is going to be so good! 

Merry Christmas! 


October 30th / 40 weeks & 1 day of Ira Gray





I am a few weeks late in sharing this but it was such a sweet day for me as a mother that I thought I would share it still. (pretend with me I am posting this at the right time) I am sure for many people it isn't a big deal but I marked this special day on my calendar a long time ago. Sunday, October 30th, the day Ira would be 40 weeks and one day old. He was in my belly for 40 weeks and one day and now has been in my arms for the same. I can't express it with words but it makes my heart feel so many emotions. I never knew the love you could have for a single person could cause your heart to feel so much pain. It hurts to love so hard yet to even imagine life without that pain is far worse than the pain itself. It's like a constant ache but sharper and grows slowly stronger with every beat. Sometimes it feels as if your heart will come right out of your chest but then, really, it already has in the form of a 21lb joyful crawling little munchkin. Other times it feels like it can't get any bigger or hold any more love and then you blink and your boy is bigger and your heart keeps stretching still to fit him all in. 

And she loved a little boy, very very much - even more than she loved herself. -Shel Silverstein


9 Months & Full of Joy


This little joy is 9 months old today! I think every parent says it about every child but they grow so fast! I can't believe it has been 9 months already. It feels like mere weeks since I had him placed on my chest only seconds old. We are savouring every moment with this boy and enjoying all the little things because it is something new everyday. These days its pointing at everything, trying his hardest to crawl, saying dada and mama and baba, and drinking from cups and playing in every way. He loves kisses, and hats, and eating food, and playing his papa's keyboard, and he thinks coughing and sneezing are the funniest. He is so much fun and we love him to the moon and back a million times.
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