Three years ago tonight I was sitting in the NICU of the Jewish General here in Montreal thankful that my youngest son had made it through the worst part of his pneumothorax without a chest tube and hopeful that he continue to get stronger. The fact that I still get upset stomachs and a little freaked out every year when I look back at this site and the pictures of him in the hospital is something that will probably never stop. I don’t welcome it, but it does make me feel a little more human. It also makes me appreciate how fragile and short life can be. I look around at friends whose kids have been in the hospital and we all seem to have the look; a little older, a few more lines in the face and a much softer tone in their voice. I’m not in anyway saying that we let these little guys get away with anything either but there is this bond between parent and child that really grows strong after something like that. Jacques was merely hours old when all this happened, yet even today, all I ever see is this little fighter who is so determined. He wakes up into morning and just never stops until his head hits the pillow and even then we have sometimes have a hard time convincing him that he needs to sleep.
Now when you look at him play with his brother, friends and cousins you would never in a million years think that he almost didn’t make it though that first night. Our paediatrician always says that kids heal fast, that they are practically made of rubber, but I am tempted to say that they are like memory foam. They might bounce back to their original shape but deep inside that remember everything like a sponge and use that to grow and fight harder to regain their original shape.
Denise and I are so lucky to have been blessed with 4 awesome children, each with their own special gifts and ways of making us smile, cheer and burst our laughing as well as occasionally pushing all the wrong buttons. Yet we are truly blessed by their health and great spirits. There are so many kids that are less lucky and don’t bounce back so well. Their parents have it so much harder and often struggle to make sense of something that was never supposed to happen. Having gone through the first 5 days of Jacques’ life, Denise and I are always aware of what might have been and we have never forgotten. Even though life with twins is as busy as it is, we’ve tried to be there for those who needed someone to listen, some advice or a few minutes of respite to catch their breathe and make it through the next few hours. We did it because we knew our fiends needed it, we did it because of how much we needed it and appreciated it. We’ve always tried to pay it forward and this year, thanks to my new job we are continuing to do just that. We are giving to the Montreal Children’s Hospital who just happen to coordinate all the logistics of transporting sick kids to the various children’s hospitals in Quebec, the whole province: top to bottom, east to west. They do it all: helicopter, ambulances, nurses, first responders. The whole works. My buddy John is a top notch Paramedic in Oz and one of the best lifeguards I ever had the pleasure to work with, but this Paediatric Marine Corp makes him look like a boy scout. We owe them Jacques life and we can’t ever thank them enough. So do us a favour, and in the name of Les Boys: Freddie & Jacques, please give generously to your Children’s Hospital wherever you are and then reach out to your friends or colleagues that are going through a rough patch and can’t seem to see the light past the mountains of kids appointments, treatments and just be there. Be supportive even when they say they don’t need it, because I can guarantee that behind their pride they are so very thankful you are there.
The weather was fantastic this weekend and Sunday was particularly sunny. I’ve been itching to get out on the bike for most of the summer and when Les Boys started to get a little restless, I packed’em into the Croozer, hitched it up and went for a very leisure stroll along Pointe-Claire’s Bord-du-Lac. Of Course I wasn’t wearing nearly enough spandex and lycra to meet the Lakeshore Sunday Cyclists Standards, but my cargo shorts and my vans did just fine and Les Boys looked fantastic in their Marvel T’s.
Sadly it’s time to say goodbye to Nanny and Great Grand Dad Fred. We don’t know what we would have done without them over the last 6 months. Having twins is not very easy, even for a Super Mom and Fat Dad duo like ours. There is no way to repay the generous time put into to the late nights, early mornings, washing cloth diapers, cooking dinner, helping with Chloe her homework, school pick ups, rocking crying babies to sleep, consoling crying preschoolers and 8yr olds, putting up with the Big Game three nights a week, doing the groceries, running errands, warming bottles, sterilizing pacifiers(dummies/suces) and putting up with all the other stuff that goes on in our Magill Shoe house.
As Chloe would put it: “Nanny You Rock!”
THANK YOU! WE LOVE YOU
Jacques is reaching for and grabbing things and of course putting them in his mouth. This is very very amusing for us. He now weighs 10 and half pounds and spends a lot of time a wake keeping an eye on all of us.
Frédéric is piling on the pounds at almost 15 lbs and has also started taking swipes at the poor safari animals above his pram. He’s got good lungs and won’t hold back from telling Denise off when she’s a few minutes late with the feed.
Sadly our guests are soon leaving and Life with Twins will surely get exciting. Fred and Sandra have been such great help over the last 6 months, the house might not be any quieter but it will definitely fell very empty. We will surely miss them as we sip our last few cool pints on the deck.
Today we finally had our twins: And they’re Boys. Yup! Les Boys sont arrivés.
Frédéric Guillaume was born at 16h45 and weighed 7lbs even and Jacques Bernard was born only a minute later at 6lbs 3oz. Mum is doing very well and recovering nicely from the c-section. Freddy is feeding already and sleeping nicely next to me as I blog this while Jacques is spending a few extra minutes in the Easy-Bake Oven to make sure he works out this whole “Why’d you take me out of this nice warm place” issue.
I will blog more later… for now make sure you are on Flickr and have requested to be view my friends PhotoStream (just add me as your friend: http://www.flickr.com/photos/johnnylecanuck/). Here are some of the pictures from the Set so far:
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This was my entire day: Me Chasing Light.
I woke up to late to catch the sunrise.
I got my daughter to the bus stop too late to snap a good picture of her before she went to school.
I wasn’t able to drive by the lake or the airport runway in my way to work because I picked Danishes for the crew at work.
I missed all the good light play on the ice just before lunch.
I spent far too long fiddling with a projector before my afternoon presentation and got out of the office about 5 minutes too late to get any really cool purple pics of the sun setting.
In short I chased light all day and ended up with a nice picture of a tree and a glimpse of fleeting light.
Tomorrow I try harder… Unless the twins decide to show up.
We had are last appointment downtown at the Hospital today before the twins are born, as it’s 30 below freezing in Canadian Money and the Sun is Shinning I had to bring the camera. And I was all set to pick on of these from downtown. I especially liked the Cabbies view on Montreal, anyone ever having driven downtown would know why.
However as I was dropping Mrs LeCanuck back at the house, I saw a hint of this Ice Fog and had to follow it down to get a better look. Just goes to show that even on a cold day like today, when your bristles freeze to your nose, you can still grab a nice shot.
I like the way the light plays with the ice in the fore front of the picture. And feel free to check out the “30 Below” set and see what a hard decision is was to make.