First…

First!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “First!.”

First something…

Man, I can’t remember hardly anything, how will I remember my First time doing something… haha…

Okay… let’s see, the first time I became an Auntie… it’s only happened once, and it was actually the first time I was also in the delivery room for the birth of a baby. So it was a big day!

My sister, Kimmy, she’s a year younger than me, always does everything before me, it’s just always been that way, she’s tried everything before me, I was always cautious and she is very carefree and just goes with the flow, both of our dominant characteristics are good and bad! haha. that’s another story for another time, but anyway, she is the only one of us girls to have a baby so far! So my sister was supposed to have her baby in early February, I think the 7th, but it was like the 22nd when my sister finally had her baby and to be honest, I can’t remember if she was induced or not, so yeah, I’m at work and I get the phone call that my sister is going into labour! Very exciting and it’s about 45 mins to drive back into the city from my work so I left work early and got to the hospital and go inside and into my sister’s room, my Mom is already in there and my sister is like in so much pain, she looks like she wants to run out of her skin. I just remember feeling so scared for her, she was just rolling around on the bed in agony, it was really tough to see, my Mom was in bossy mode, getting me to grab this and that and so I was listening. But I don’t remember it taking super long for her to start pushing, I just know that it was time for her to push and so she started to push and I had to hold her leg. I always had heard some funny stories or crazy stories about seeing what it looked like when the baby was coming through the birthing canal, so I took a quick look, and let’s just say, it really is something for medical eyes only lol that’s what I think anyway, so I kept my view on my sister’s face and the Doctor’s. I had to switch sides with my Mom, so I was like on my sisters left hand side now, that’s when the baby finally came out. Our family didn’t know the gender of the baby until this moment, so out comes this long baby, upside down, and the doctor flips the baby over and says, “it’s a girl!” and I seen her first in my family, my Mom was busy attending to my sister who was like seriously near death, her heart was beating super fast, like over 200 or something and her blood pressure was through the roof and they were pulling out those heart jump starter thingies and her eyes were rolling up into her head and it was the freakiest thing ever, but I just remember peeking at my sister, seeing my Mom by her and just seeing the chaos, but then refocusing on my new little niece. I accompanied her with the nurse to the side of the room, where they start to weigh the baby and measure and poke at them. I got to cut the umbilical cord, those things are hard to cut, it was like a very weird texture as I was cutting into it, kind of like rubber and you could feel in the action of cutting this cord that you were making a huge change for this baby. It was super cool. My niece was born at 6:12 p.m., she weighed 8.1 lbs, and she was 23.5 inches long! she was this skinny, froggy body looking baby. Her head was all cone shaped because of coming through the birth canal, but she was completely perfect. My life made sense in that moment. She’s sleeping beside me right now, and she’s still as beautiful as she was back then. Tonight, as she was going to sleep, she tells me, “you know you really should get to sleep too! You’re going to be cranky in the morning and have a hard day!” and I said, “oh come on, I don’t have to go to sleep just cause you do!” (we always joke to each other, give each other a rough time kinda thing, all in good fun), she goes, “Okay, well that’s your responsibility.” lol a 6 year old.
So there she was, just this odd looking little person, she didn’t cry, she didn’t freak out, she was just looking all over the place and she seemed very curious. And then they gave her the needle, and she cried of course, they brought her over to her Mom, but my poor sister was bleeding very heavily and was being attended to by quite a few nurses and a couple doctors, and so she didn’t really get to hold her first or anything, so it was me and I felt so blessed to be able to be there for my baby. So then I go out and get my sisters, my Dad and my Grandma Rosaline. They are all so happy to meet our baby, we had lots of other relatives in the waiting room, but only immediate family and of course our dear, sweet Grandma could come back and see our baby. Grandma Rosaline held on to Selah and told her, “You don’t cry baby girl, you are here in this beautiful world and you have a beautiful family and you will have a beautiful life.” She looked so awesome holding her great granddaughter. I have that memory in my mind forever too. Our Grandma died shortly after her 77th birthday, about a month before Selah turned one. So it was a great blessing to have her there with us when our dear sweet Selah girl was born.
I spent the night at the hospital holding on to our baby love. She was still all curled up into a little ball, and her head had gone to it’s normal shape, she was so tiny and had lots of hair and was just perfect. Her birth day was the best day of my life, things have only gotten better each year that she shares her life with us. We are so blessed to have this little gal.

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This is Selah Peach on the day she was brought home. Look at her cute little face, we had no idea if she would be a boy or a girl, so our baby wore green and yellow and white all her early days, but from a young age she has always said her favourite colour is “rainbow” lol so she loves all colours…

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This is Selah, 6 years old! she’s the sweetest gal, we love this baby! 🙂

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New skin??

New Skin

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “New Skin.”

So I’m new to blogging, but somehow came across this writing prompt, new skin.

I’m a First Nations woman from the Kainai Nation. We are located in southern Alberta, Canada, we are east of the beautiful Rocky Mountains, protected for generations and generations by the amazing Chief Mountain. No matter where I go, no matter how long it’s been, I always feel most safe when I can see the Chief. I am connected to this physical space. I always feel best when I am here. It’s a connection I can’t really explain, but I’m sure some of you have felt this connection wherever you are from.

So the question is something about who’s “skin” or other person would you like to live as for a whole year, something like that, well I have always wanted to know what it would have been like to have lived here before European contact as a Kainaikii (Kainai woman). I know it would be so completely different and I can’t fully imagine what my role would be like. I am sure it would have it’s plus side and it’s down side. Nonetheless I think it would be cool.

It would be interesting to speak fluent Blackfoot, to have to live in a tipi and see the buffalo all across the prairie. It would be hard as well, but I would know what my People were truly like in their traditional state of existence.