Birth. Day.

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Birth. Day.

April 18th, 2017 would have been Stella’s 8th birthday.  Picturing Stella at 8 is fairly foreign to me.  Her friends who are that age seem like mini adults to me.  They are not generic little toddlers any longer, but fully formed people with likes, dislikes, hobbies, friends, etc.  I can’t imagine what life would have been like “if”.  We would likely have just had Stella and Sam (who would not have been named Sam), because we never planned on having more than two children.  And they would be 8 and 5 now, so we would be in a totally different part of our lives than what we are now.  I still get jealous sometimes of our friends who have the older kids.  It’s not that I don’t love the choices we’ve made and that I’m not happy with our family and our lives, but I feel like I will always have the feeling that we are “behind” somehow.  It’s complicated and hard to explain, but it’s like being a younger sibling and constantly feeling like your older sibling is getting to do more than you.  You can’t run as fast, you can’t stay up as late, you can’t play the same games.  At some point it all evens out, but I can’t help but feel left behind somehow.  Especially now when we have made the decision to start over again with a newborn baby.

My due date for the new baby was April 17th.  There were camps of people that were hoping the new baby would be born right on Stella’s birthday.  That would be so full circle.  So Hollywood.  I was adamant that this baby could be born any day EXCEPT on Stella’s birthday.  I can’t imagine how difficult it would be for a little girl to have to share her birthday with her dead sister.  I didn’t want to have to deal with another layer of complicated grief on that day.  So I proclaimed to the universe that this baby would have its OWN birthday.  I even did a bit of research to find out what would happen *if* your baby was born one day and when you filled out the paperwork online, you put another date if it would be caught. Just in case.

When Stella’s birthday arrived on April 18th, I breathed a sigh of relief that there were no labour signs.  Compared to past years, her birthday was very quiet.  I struggled quite a bit that day.  It was a very strange feeling to be remembering the birth of our first child, our beloved daughter Stella, while 9 months pregnant with our fourth child, another daughter.  Aimee and I had a couple of big cries, and for the most part we just stayed close to home.  We got lots of texts from friends remembering her on that day, and each one made me cry that even without us reminding people of mentioning it, those people whose lives she touched remembered.  Aimee and I visited her tree and brought some timbits and a balloon and candle to mark what would have been her 8th birthday.  It was a little less emotional than it could have been because it just so happened that while we were there two people had parked themselves on her bench and were drinking and laughing and gossiping loudly with one another the whole time we were there.  I thought Stella probably would have thought that was pretty funny, and it definitely kept our tears at bay as the two women sitting there were oblivious to what we were doing and who we were and continued to talk about their shopping trips and boyfriends and sip on their latte’s while we lovingly wrapped ribbons around the trunk of her tree and put up the balloon with #8 on it.

We then picked the boys up early from school and brought them to Chuck E Cheese for dinner.  It was just the four of us until my sister came, and that was it.  No other family or friends were able to come because it was a Tuesday and everyone was working, but it was perfect in its own way.  The boys loved it and Chuck E Cheese was empty, so they thought it was the greatest thing ever.  When we got home my mom and brother came over and sang Happy Birthday to me and Stella.  Then it was over.  A mixture of happiness, sadness, quiet, noise, grief for the past and anticipation of the future.

Chuck E Cheese:

 

Once her birthday was over, our family and friends went on full “baby watch”.  Since this baby was my third pregnancy, everyone—-even the midwife—- expected me to go fairly close to my due date.  But the days past and nothing happened. I was off work as of April 5th, and filled my days visiting friends, shopping, relaxing and enjoying nights of sleep.  “Any baby yet?” texts filled my phone each day.  As the days passed by, our midwife started asking about induction. At 41 weeks pregnant, we agreed to induce a couple of days later if I didn’t go into labour on my own.  The days passed and still nothing, so at 7:00am on April 26th Aimee and I met our midwife at the hospital and prepared to meet our newest daughter.  I actually thought it was a quite civilized way to do things.  With a known date we were able to arrange for childcare for the kids, let our support people for labour know to take the day off work, and prepare the boys for the day their sister would be born.  It really appealed to my type A personality!

Aimee and I just outside the hospital on our way in for our induction:

Labour itself was—-labourious.  Luckily we have the absolute best midwife in the entire world (Christie who also delivered Sam and Hugo), and when the going got tough, she made it all okay.

After a nerve-wracking few moments during delivery when she got a bit stuck and I swore like a sailor, our baby was born and as she was placed on my chest I turned to my dad and said, “I can’t believe I have a daughter again!”.  The room was fairly vibrating with emotion.  Happiness, sadness, relief, joy.

April 26th, 2017 at 6:58pm we welcomed Adele Margaret Bruner-Methven to our family.  Weighing 8lb 9oz and measuring 53cm.

Her name was fairly easy to settle on.  Stella had named both of her brothers after her favourite books.  Sam is from the Stella & Sam book series, and Hugo she chose for her favourite book King Hugo’s Huge Ego.  When it came time to name our newest child, we went right to Stella’s bookshelf again and pulled another of her favourite books, Adele & Simon.  There are 3 books in the series which focus on Adele and her little brother Simon.  Simon is always losing things and the reader has to find in the picture where he has lost the item.  Stella loved finding things and even as her body failed her she would life her shaking arm and smack her hand down on the page where the items were found.

The kids pose with Stella’s favourite books that inspired their names:

Adele’s middle name Margaret is a family name; both the name of my mother and Aimee’s grandmother.  We also like that the initials are AM (Aimee-Mishi)

The boys are delighted with their new sister.  They vacillate between being fascinated with her, and ignoring her completely, which I imagine is completely normal for a 4 and 5 year old.

Adele is one week old today and we are all still adjusting.  My past of anxiety and depression puts me at high risk for postpartum, which I struggled with after both Stella and Hugo’s births.  I’ve definitely been weepy and emotional the last few days.  I’ve had several bouts of “how the heck are we going to balance all of this” breakdowns.  Thoughts of how active the boys are and how much energy they require and whether it’s humanly possible to keep up with the demands of this new dynamic with our careers and at our ages make me nervous.  So I’m being very gentle with myself.  Trying to sleep as much as I can (with the help of my awesome wife), and remind myself that these feelings are normal.

Adele has much darker hair than either Stella or Hugo, and looks like no one but herself which is comforting in some ways.  As our last baby (yes—-she’s it, promise (o;    ), I am working very hard to be present with her.  I have pretty much zero memories of Sam and Hugo at this age.  We were so grief stricken and moved around in a fog.  We had so many people around all the time to hold the babies.  So this go around I am taking the time to really try to enjoy the way her little body feels when she is sleeping on my chest.  I am taking note of the curve of her little nose and her little rosebud lips.  I am stroking her hair and trying to make a memory of how soft it is, and when I’m up with her at night I keep reminding myself that this stage doesn’t last forever and that someday—- we will sleep again.

Christie our midwife came for a visit a few days ago.  She asked how it was going and I unleashed on her a torrent of words about my insecurities and fears about balancing everything.  I said that the past weekend was hard having her and the boys at home, that I felt overwhelmed and Aimee and I couldn’t figure out how to keep on top of the grocery shopping and laundry and making lunches.  I felt tired and stressed.

Christie listened and gave some advice.  As she was putting her coat on to leave, she said, “it’s nice to have you talk about all these completely average and normal fears”.  She reminded me of how with the last two babies we had people dropping food off all the time, people volunteering to sleep over and do all the overnight shifts with the babies, people to take them out during the day.  Now it’s just us trying to figure it all out.  Her observations stopped me in my tracks and I had to laugh.

She is so right.  Instead of being worried about our dying daughter.  Instead of wondering how we were going to wake up and survive the next day weighed down with so much grief and confusion swirling around, our worries this time are the same as almost all new parents.  And we are trying to do it ourselves.  We need to do the grocery shopping, the laundry, the overnights, the caregiving.  We are a “normal” family.  It’s foreign in a way.  Although it’s our fourth child, we’ve actually never done this before.

This is one of the many, many times in my life when I am drawing on the experiences and lessons that Stella gave us.  To try to look at life in tiny chunks when looking at it for longer is too overwhelming.  When the years seem too long, focus on the month or the day or the hour or even the minute until it passes.  To try to find the joy in each and every day.  When I felt overwhelmed at having the boys and Adele home for dinner at the same time, because the boys were fighting and not listening and I needed to feed Adele, I remembered how lucky I am to have three healthy, energetic children.  Then I decided to stop struggling with them and just make it easy on myself, remembering that having ice cream for breakfast once in awhile doesn’t do any long term harm,  I turned on the TV and let the boys sit on the couch and watch it (which they normally aren’t allowed to do in the evenings).  They calmed right down and peace was restored.  When Aimee isn’t home and I can’t bring myself to cook, I make it okay to order pizza.  And I am allowing myself to look into Adele’s eyes and dream.  I’m allowing myself to picture a future with her and Sam and Hugo and try not to be afraid that it will all be taken away from us again.

As we navigate this new normal, as we adjust to this new stage in our lives, I know that Stella’s legacy will help guide me and continue to teach me.  And I will always find her smile in the smiles of her brothers and now, her sister.

Uncle Tristan reads Adele and Simon to Stella in August, 2012:

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22 thoughts on “Birth. Day.

  1. This post makes me sooo happy!! Congratulations to all of you on the birth of Adele.
    Enjoy the happy craziness 🙂

  2. Congratulations on the safe arrival of beautiful and gorgeous Adele Margaret! What a beautiful little sweetheart she is. I’m aching for a newborn baby cuddle and have the urge to cook and leave casseroles on your doorstep. Or at least some baked goods! You will figure it all out in time, don’t worry. You have already had to do what felt like the impossible, and you made it through. I have every confidence that you will get into a groove with the baby and the busy boys. Whatever you have to do to get through the day, so be it. Pizza, TV, breakfast for dinner….it’s not like the boys will mind! I’m so glad you are working at being present and mindful of this time which will pass quickly. I hope you are doing well and healing quickly. Best wishes to you for a smooth post partum, but if you feel yourself slipping down the rabbit hole please reach out for support ASAP. You did it, Michelle!

  3. I’ve been checking, wondering if baby had arrived and was so excited to read she’s here! Wishing you all joy and happiness now and in the coming years.. Congratulations, she’s beautiful!!

  4. I’ve been blog stalking and here she is!!! Congratulations to all of you… I’m so happy for you guys 💙 She is beautiful and I love her name. I am a post partum depression survivor. The lack of sleep did it for me. Perhaps someone close to you wouldn’t mind setting up a meal train… at least for a few weeks… to give you some time to ‘get your groove’. And forget about your house. I saw a post on facebook that was a picture of art on the wall that said, “Please excuse the mess. The children are busy making memories… of mommy yelling at them to clean up the mess.” I had to laugh and then cry a little.

    Sending love and hugs to all, now and always…

    Jeanine xo

  5. So, so happy for you! Adele is so beautiful. I love her dark hair! Such great photos, especially the one with the kids and books. My friend had her baby boy on April 26 as well! And my co-worker had her baby girl on April 18. 😀

  6. I may have looked at this page 900 time since the middle of April checking for updates… lol Congratulations on your new beauty. She certainly has the lovely cheeks Stella had, but indeed, she looks like her own beautiful self. Do you use twitter or instagram any sort of more frequently updated social media? I think of you often and would love to watch Sam, Hugo, & Adele grow a little more often than the blog allows. Be kind to yourself and each other.

  7. Congrats!!! She is beautiful, just like all of your children!! She definitely has her own sweet Look, but I can see the similarities in all of them. Thank you for sharing the news and the beautiful post. I try to remember those first few weeks when my babies were born and I don’t remember a whole lot. It is an awesome time, but an oh so tiring time. I’m so thankful we live in the day in age of lots of pictures and videos.

    Thanks again for sharing with all of us!! Sending hugs your way from Southern California.

  8. Mazel tov to the whole family 🙂 we are all so happy and overwhelmed with emotions by the birth of sweet Adele. Rosie loves the name as it’s her favourite singer lol. She is so happy to have another sister. Stella’s name is mentioned in our house often and Rosie is determined to not let Stella be forgotten ❤️Mishi you and Aimee inspire me so much ❤️ Just remember to breath and easier said then done but yes be easy on yourself !!! Something I’m still working on. Love you all so much xoxoxo

    Much love
    Bonnie and Rosie

  9. Congratulations Bruner-Methven family! We are so excited for another little dibling to join the crew. All the best! We love you
    xxoo

  10. i am so happy to hear the new of your new baby. enjoy your new baby girl adele! hugs and love,joshi and nancy

  11. Heartfelt Congratulations to the whole family on the birth of your very beautiful daughter Adele. Blessings multiplied by 4. Stella, Sam, Hugo and Adele (always in our hearts) Danielle & John

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