“Mama,”
“Yes Kiera.”
“I love you as grande as the sun and sky.”
“Papa,”
“Yes Kiera.”
“I love you as grande as Cost Rica.
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Yeah- it is pretty sweet to be loved by a newly turned three year old.
Kiera with her handmade headband from her birthday party and special pony tattoo from Auntie Colie.
I just got done taking a beautiful eucalyptus scented bath- candlelight, a big glass of cold water, solitude, and extreme sour smarties (yeah, I know, doesn’t seem to go with the flow, but they sure tasted great!) I reminisced about laying in the same bathtub three years ago today, flooded by intense contractions that would produce the little chispa we know today as Kiera Rae. I lay there tonight in the sea of warm water, rubbing my belly (minus the contractions), feeling slight movements of the creature living inside of me, a butt jammed up in my right rib cage, the occasional kicking of feet on my left hand side- I couldn’t help but wonder who is inside of me. Their personality, gender, features… oh the beautiful miracle of birth. It truly is amazing. AMAZING.
I shut my eyes now and try my best to savor the feeling of this little soul inside of me before they are born, and am once again rendered a bit emotional as I think back to Kiera’s empowering birth. I have dreamed of birthing again every day since February 25th, 2006. Everyday, literally everyday, thoughts of birth, powerful contractions, the thrill of the hormonal wave, and the rush of holding your baby for the very first time has been a part of my thought process. I lay back in bed and smile, take a deep breath and smirk some more. The joy of motherhood, co parenting with Martin- learning every step of the way, always striving to do my best. What a beautiful life we live. We are blessed beyond measure.
Happy 3rd Birthday Kiera, Mama loves and cherishes you. Baby Sprout, your Mama is ready to meet you and welcome you into this great big world with open arms. To honoring, cherishing, and savoring each moment ahead…
The weekend started with belly pictures of Lake Superior with Martin and I. The day was rather “balmy” in comparison to the day we chose to do belly pictures of Kiera in my tummy.
We then moved on to Kiera and Ella’s third birthday party! It was a blast- lots of friends, family, music, treats, a pinata, and laughter up the wazzo!
Watch out Unky!
Kiera, Unky, and Ney Ney
Blessingway day! Amazing women, lots of emotion, songs, beads, food, and love. I feel totally filled and blessed by this community of women.
Blessingway alter at The Venue
Sunday night after pizza and poems by Grandpa Don- kisses to baby!
Monday morning- Preparing mama’s birthing necklace and Kiera’s big sister necklace
The start of getting my birthing room ready- the same room that Kiera was born in! The edge of the birth tub is visible at the bottom of the picture, my belly cast, necklaces, candles, 10cm circles, sage, birthing stone, and a few other special and ceremonious pieces. The towels, chux pads, etc and piled along side the tub. Any time is “go” time!
Me: “Kiera, why are you eating potato chips with dirty socks on your hands?”
Kiera: “Because it won’t hurt my eyes if I have to wipe them.”
Lately Kiera has been wiping her eyes with grease, salt, or some other type of food residue on her hand, then consequently making her eyes tear up because she got the residue in her eyes. Wearing dirty socks on her hands I guess was her way in making sure she wouldn’t have any more “burny eyes”. Pretty cute.
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Me: “Kiera, it is almost time to go to sleepies.”
Kiera: “No thanks Mom, I think I would just like to snuggle and visit about baby.”
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Finally getting ready to go sleepies, I mean “snuggle and visit”, Kiera and I were laying in bed signing and being a bit silly.
Me: “Eres una payasa!” (You are a clown)
Kiera: “No I not- I just Kiera Sawinski!”
Kiera’s fairy garden- a special gift from some special friends
STRETCH!!!!!!
Belly cast time- 37 weeks
Perhaps my face is a little dramatic but I now know why they suggest Vaseline and not oil to protect my skin from the plaster. OUCH! Gotta love the feeling of having your body hair slowly ripping away from your body.
Final product- sweet.
Kiera and Andrew being goofy
Gala and Kiera doing tattoos
