Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Join Me for a Photo Dump?

Confession: The other day I started worrying that I haven't been pulling out the good camera often enough and taking pictures of Eliza, in her sweet newborn perfectness. I mean come on- the last thing I want is for her to ever feel like she was that 3rd child, the one who didn't have a baby book and who had way less baby pictures. But then, I sat down here, cuddling my baby and pulled  lots of pictures off of my phone and I already feel better. She's in lots of them, phew!

These pictures pretty accurately describe what we've been up to lately. Ready for a big ol' photo dump?
Well, ready or not, here we go!

The husband has been spoiling me lately with good cooking. Healthy salads for dinner (that I didn't make), are one of my love languages.

*Thanks, Love.
Lots of sister pictures have been snapped lately. The way Paisley loves her amazes me. It's 100x better than I ever expected. She loves her like I love my little sister. Sniff, sniff. 

*Sisters. Happy sigh. 
Judah has taken to picking out clothes for himself and Paisley lately. He likes it when they match and she couldn't care less if she's dressed in size 5 boys clothes, so it's all good. Here she is, rock'n her big brothers jammies. 

*Think she'll care that he dressed her like a boy when she's older?
And that sweet moment during the afternoon where I get to have a chance to catch my breath, drink some coffee, blog, read or do whatever I want. This moment is so good to me, it makes me a better Mommy. I need this moment. You need this moment. Make it happen, gals. Yesterday I finished "Bloom" and ordered another book. Bloom was good, really good. Agreeing with my friend Jamie, I didn't agree with all of Kelle's theology but besides that, the story was super inspiring.

*Sweet Rosie doesn't get nearly enough attention. She used to be our baby, that is until we had REAL kids.
Morning visits are still in full swing around here. I'd say this is one of our best times of day. Eliza is awake and smiley, Judah and Paisley are still in their prime as well. This is what I spotted today, while attempting to put on a little makeup.

*"See Mommy? I'm looking and not touching this time?" Thanks, sweetie.
Last time, she stuck her finger in Eliza's mouth.
Here in Washington, the weather has been out of the ordinary. It's been incredible. Sunshine just doesn't happen much around these parts, but lately the sun has been shining and it makes everyone kind of giddy. Eliza loves the Moby and I've been wearing her a lot when we go outside. She's happy, the kids are happy, and I'm happy. Everyone wins.

*Hey there, chubby cheeks....love that she's chunking up a little. 
The baby, not me.
*Happy, happy, happy.

 ♥ Angela

Sunday, April 28, 2013

That Pregnancy Fog....

When I was pregnant with Eliza, I felt like a bit of a fog came over me. Honestly, it felt like I was good for just about nothing, besides growing a baby. Creativity? It was absent. Feeling organized? That was a challenge. Taking care of the kids and doing the "normal" stuff happened, but I remember night after night, crashing onto the couch at 6:30pm. Maybe I held it together better than I feel like I did, but I sure did feel like I couldn't do much, besides grow that sweet little baby. And, don't get me wrong, I loved being pregnant, even though it wore me out. 

I remember talking to my sister about it and telling her how frustrating it was to not have any energy. She promised me that after I had the baby, my energy would come back. She promised me that even when I was waking to feed my newborn at night, my energy would still return. I listened to her, just trying to believe that someday, I'd start to feel like myself again. 

This weekend, I really started to feel that energy come back, as if the fog had been lifted. I looked around our home on Saturday and realized that it's been months since I took the pictures off of the walls, with the intention of hanging some more recent ones. Before I knew it, I was walking from room to room, with a mental list pages long, of things that I'd like to change. 
*Please, someone give me a chill pill. 

Realistically, I can't go and reorganize our entire home and have all of the perfect photo collages on the walls, in a weekend, or even a week. I can however, take baby steps and so, that's what I did. I organized under our bathroom sink, moved a few things around and de-cluttered a bit. It's amazing how even those small little steps can help make us feel better.

When the fog lifts and I feel like I want to tackle 100 projects, I find myself excited to have my energy back and it also challenges me because life is about so much more than tackling stuff. We've got to have balance, people. And balance is hard, isn't it? 

And so, we spent the afternoon at the beach, throwing rocks, climbing on driftwood and finding treasures. The family time outside was effortless and perfectly peaceful. I wore Eliza and she slept through her first trip to the beach. Oh, what a sweet baby she is! I'm so enjoying this newborn phase with her. 

 Paisley's painted toes.....
 My hair is so thick and crazy- how did she end up with such perfect hair?
If you feel like you've been under that fog trust me, the fog will lift. And when it passes, pace yourself.

Wishing you a happy, happy, happy week.

Friday, April 26, 2013

Five Minute Friday: Friend

Lisa Jo-Baker's blog is one that I've read for quite a while, probably years. Her writing often hits that spot that either makes me cry or makes me feel like someone just gave me a giant hug and told me that I'm not really screwing it up as bad as I feel like am. She's an encourager and a gifted writer....which happen to be two of my favorite types of people. Every Friday, she does a little thing called "Five Minute Friday". I've never participated in the 5 minutes of writing on a particular topic because it never felt right for me at that time. However, today the topic is FRIEND and that's what I was planning on writing about today. For real. So at this moment, it feels like this topic was handpicked, specifically just for me (although I know it wasn't). With 5 minutes on the clock, here I go. Ready?
 As I drove up, to pick Judah up from preschool, I saw him bouncing down the steps. He looked at me and immediately told me about one of his classmates who apparently has 3 seats in his car (which I guess is really cool if you're 4 years old), "Mommy! I want to ride in his car and go to his house!". It felt like a milestone had just been reached, the milestone of friends from school, that I don't know.

I'm a protective Mom. Probably more than most and maybe even too much. My instincts are to hold my kids close, protect, keep them small and keep them innocent. Friends from school are great and I desperately want my kids to have close friendships, but this territory of wanting to hangout with friends that I've never met is new and a touch scary. I told Judah to buckle into our car and that I'd get in touch with his buddy's Mom and set up a play date.

This promise to set up a play date could have easily become one of those little things that us Moms just say, to keep the kids moving and to avoid really having to "go there". But, I've had lonely times in my life and one thing I'm committed to is helping my kids develop close friendships. It's a little scary, but we're going to go there, and try to do it right. We'll meet at parks, get to know their family and they can get to know ours.  We'll hope that our kids are polite and that conversation flows easily. We'll be real and we'll do this whole "friends from school thing"

The play date was scheduled. We met at the park and the boys had a great time playing. As I pushed them on the swing, I tried to be more of a fly on the wall and less of the hovering type. Listening to their conversation was hilarious and totally precious. They are still so young and they make friendship seem so easy. Us grownups, we're the ones that make things complicated.
Happy Friday to you, friends! Tell me, how do you encourage your children's friendships? How do you deal with the whole "friends that you don't know" thing?

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Three, for 3 Weeks

Writing has been pushed to the back burner lately, but the lack of my posting has nothing to do with how much I miss it. I've just been a touch busy lately, as you can imagine. In three weeks, I've felt myself be spread thinner than ever before. I've also felt my heart expand more than I ever knew was possible, before becoming a Mom.

It changes by the moment, the way we either "have it all together" or we don't. Having it all together is pretty unrealistic anyway and I've decided that it's not all that it's cracked up to be. No one really wants to be around someone that always has it all together right? Instead, I've felt myself sink into a place that feels a little raw, pretty vulnerable and very content.

Over the last three weeks, I've learned that yes, I still DO have time to push my big kids on the swings. I've learned that saying "Yes" to them is more important than ever and that before I say "No", I need to stop and think. They deserve my YES and I tend to say No more than I should.
I've also been reminded of how beautiful the simple things are. We've slowed down, spent a lot of time at home and enjoyed playing outside. Watching Judah laugh hysterically with the neighbor boy is all I need right now. Small things like painting Paisley's toes while Eliza naps are important. I'm trying to make a habit of choosing the things that truly matter, over the things that I want to do...like the dishes.

Why is it that "stuff" always seems more important than the things that really count? It goes back to the thing about remembering to say "Yes" to the things that hold real value.
These are the things that count. Messy pigtails, a new Batman shirt that's presently in the washing machine at 11pm. The smell of our sweet baby's head and the way her arms are starting to chunk up. The way the kids ask me to watch them slide down the slide 20 times and the way Judah wants me to put Eliza down so, I can slide down with him.

Saying Yes to painting nails and toes with Paisley and counting to 20, while Judah goes and hides.
Three weeks, with 3 has shown me that while I might feel like I'm spread awfully thin, there's still plenty of room for saying Yes.


Monday, April 22, 2013

Welcoming Eliza: Her Birth Story

As I sit down to write Eliza's birth story, I feel a bit frozen, like I don't even know where to begin. Her story began long before the day of her birth, and many words describe her story, one of the biggest of these words is THANKFUL. I am so thankful. Thankful for her, for her health, for the way she belongs in our family, for her amazing delivery and for the joy that I know she's going to bring to this world. 

My pregnancy with Eliza was extremely non-complicated. Yes, I had horrible morning sickness that lingered into the second trimester, off and on sciatic pain and low energy, but besides "normal" side effects of pregnancy, my pregnancy with her was near perfect. 

At my 33 week appointment, I mentioned to my midwife Natalie that I thought Eliza was still head up. Right there, she did an ultrasound that confirmed yes, this baby was breech. That day, I left her office with a pamphlet in my hand for "breech babies" and reassurance that almost all babies turn on their own before the 37th week.

A few weeks went by and I wasn't really concerned because she had time. My other babies turned before they were born, so it seemed natural that she would get into a good position to be born as well. At my 35 week appointment, an ultrasound showed that she was still breech. That day, I left the office a little more concerned and with some homework. At home, I scoured the internet in search of natural remedies for flipping a breech baby. Spinning Babies became a great resource for exercises that could help flip a breech and I also started seeing a Chiropractor who specialized in The Webster Technique.

The days with her breech really wore me down mentally. With my other kids, during the last few weeks of pregnancy, I practiced my breathing for their births, I spent time imagining how things would go, I was purely excited and confident of a beautiful birthday. With Eliza, it was different and it was hard. The more research I did, the more I learned that Doctor's and Midwives just don't deliver breech babies anymore. If you have a baby that hasn't turned, it's an automatic c-section and that's all there is to it. I called all around, speaking with many different midwives and many different hospitals. Delivering a breech naturally just wasn't possible. At this point, I didn't know what to picture. I wanted to picture that perfect birth experience, but that was difficult to do, when I was constantly hoping she'd turn and thoughts of having a c-section were in the back of my mind.

37 weeks came and she was still head up. Natalie the midwife suggested finding a Doctor that had a high success rate, for externally flipping a breech. Long story short, she found an amazing Doctor, at a different hospital who was highly recommended and the next day, I headed in with my favorite support team (Sally and Jeremiah). The "flip" was successful and if you'd like to read more in detail about it, the post is here

After she was in the correct position, I was extremely relieved and also still a little concerned that she could turn back around. I spent lots of time walking and bouncing on the exercise ball, in hopes that she'd become really engaged in my pelvis and not have a chance to turn back around. 

The days approaching my due date were joyful, as I was very aware that soon, I'd be a Mommy of 3. I tried to grab all the extra hugs from Judah and Paisley that I could get and I tried to soak in those last moments of them being my only little ones. Time passed quickly and soon it was Thursday, my sister's Birthday-the day that I'd hoped to deliver Eliza.

That morning, I went in to see Natalie. She stripped my membranes and then I stayed active for the rest of the day. I thought we'd have a baby that day, but nothing happened. Friday came and went. Then Saturday (my due date) and Sunday, which was Easter. I never imagined that we'd be celebrating Easter as a family of 4, but we did and it was such a special, beautiful day.

Monday morning, I continued to go over-due and my husband went to work. I was big and uncomfortable and getting a little frustrated. I'm a firm believer in babies coming out when they're ready and yet, I was ready. I wanted her here and I wanted to feel comfortable again.

Tuesday morning, I went in to see Natalie again. She's my favorite midwife and she was going off-call on Wednesday morning at 8am so, I really wanted to have this baby while she was still on-call. She delivered Judah and Paisley and I felt like I just had to have her deliver this baby as well. Again, she stripped my membranes and sent me home. 

Tuesday evening, I started to feel a little different. Throughout dinner, I had a little bit of a crampy feeling and while we put the kids to bed, I started having short contractions that weren't too painful, but pretty close together. 

After the kids were in bed, I laid down on the couch and started to feel discouraged that things weren't really progressing. At 10:30pm, I decided to just go to bed. If I was really in labor, I wouldn't be able to sleep and regardless, sleep is good.

Sleep came and around midnight, I woke up with a contraction. Still, it wasn't too painful. More contractions came and they were close together, but short and not too intense. My other birth experiences were short (9 hours and 4 hours) so, I decided that we'd go ahead and have my Mom come over and have Sally come over, too. As I called to have them come, I felt worried that it might not be the "real" thing and that I might be bothering everyone in the middle of the night for nothing. 

Around 1am, they arrived at our house. I put on makeup, gave my Mom all of the last minute instructions and through contractions, I kept busy tidying up, checking my hospital list and packing last minute items. I wanted to labor at home as long as possible. 

1:30am came and we decided to go ahead and leave for the hospital. I felt unsure of how real this labor was, and worried that I'd get there and be sent home. Contractions were consistent, but still short and not too intense, although they did come every 2-3 minutes.

The drive to the hospital was terrible uncomfortable. When I'm laboring, I want to constantly be standing and swaying, not sitting in a car. As we drove, I texted a few close friends that had told me that wanted to be praying for us. Sally followed us to the hospital and as we all walked in together, we paused many times for me to breath, sway and breath through contractions. 

At 2:11am, we checked in and the nurse was waiting for us, with Natalie. I can't say enough wonderful things about Natalie, she knows I have quick deliveries and she had the gals at the birth center skip the whole triage process. Immediately, we were taken to our room and she checked me. I was a 6, which was good enough for me. At that point, I was just happy that labor was going well and that it was the "real" thing. I changed into the hospital gown that the sweetest lady for our home group sewed for me and then a few moments later, I decided that I'd like to work through contractions in the tub.

I got into the tub and couldn't get comfortable. After just 2 or 3 contractions, I told Sally and Jeremiah that Natalie needed to check me again. She came in and said "You're just about to crown", as in...my baby was about to come out. No wonder I couldn't get comfortable. 

Walking from the tub to the hospital bed was hard, really hard. Imagine walking with a baby literally between your legs. As I laid down on the bed, Natalie looked at Jeremiah and asked him if he'd like to deliver our baby. Before he could even answer, she handed him a pair of gloves and told him to get ready. 

Before I started to push, I asked if we could all pray. Sally prayed out and Natalie (who happens to be a christian), laid her hand on my arm. God was there with us and I could feel it!

Pushing was hard, really hard. I never felt my body totally take over and consciously, I had to decide to push her out. Thankfully, it only took a few pushes. I remember vividly that I whined and complained a lot during that time "This is so hard. It hurts so bad. I don't know if I can do it." Well, duh! Having a baby is hard work!

At 2:49am, just about 30 minutes after checking into the hospital, Eliza was born. She was perfectly healthy and I got to hold her and feed her for about an hour before they even cleaned her off. We were all immediately in love with her and everyday, the love grows.

She is so sweet and after almost 3 weeks, I already can't imagine what life was like without her. She belongs in our family and we're so thankful!

Recovery from her birth has been fantastic. Immediately, I was able to walk around and feel so much more comfortable. Nothing hurts and besides having baby weight to lose, I feel fantastic. 

Judah, Paisley's and Eliza's "Birthdays" were 3 of the best days of my life. I'm so thankful that I have an amazing midwife who supports me and believes in making the welcoming of a baby, the most special time. For awhile now, I've wanted to become a doula or possibly even a midwife, when my kids are a little older. I want to be there to support women and help them have the birth experiences that they've always hoped for. It won't happen anytime in the near future, but it's a dream of mine.

Thank you for reading Eliza's story and for celebrating with us. 

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Wordless Wednesday: Morning Visits

Early morning visits with the new sister, a new tradition that's quickly become one of the best parts of our day. 

They visit with her carefully and quietly, while I sip my coffee. I stand back, far enough to let them feel independent, but close enough to make sure they remember to be gentle.

These new traditions are treasures.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Spinning Plates and 2 Weeks

After Eliza was born, we had a full week of family time. It was just what we needed and almost perfect. We stayed home a lot, played outside a ton, did a few things around the house (like finally almost finish the kitchen project, but more on that later!) and just enjoyed our new baby. But, as much as the family time was good, it also feels good to get into a routine with the kids now. To find my way, as a new Mommy of 3. I need to know how to do this thing on my own and I can't really figure that out when I have my sweet hubby here, helping me along the way. By the end of the weekend, I started to feel like I needed to get thrown out of the boat so, I could learn how to swim. I want to know how to do this thing and I can't do that, when I haven't had the chance to learn.

Yesterday was day #1 of learning our way and it was a great beginning. After I posted on Facebook that we were surviving, having fun and staying busy- my friend Kim said that she pictured me spinning lots of plates. Yesterday, the plates stayed in the air, today....well, not so much. Let's just say that while we waited in the Doctor's office at Eliza's 2 week appointment, the plates fell to the ground. Something came over the kids and chaos doesn't even describe what went down in that waiting room. Kleenex's were flying, hand sanitizer was squirting, kids were sliding around on magazines and with Eliza in my arms, I tried to make the shenanigans stop. Without going into tons of detail, I can't even describe how ridiculous it was. We pretty much looked like the worst circus act around. All I can say is that the nice lady that worked in the back came out an offered the kids granola bars to help them sit still and then she proceeded to ask "So, this baby is your last one, right?". 
Yes, today the plates hit the floor.

After we left, I had a good laugh on the phone with my sister, got some coffee, put the kids down for naps and now I'm picking those plates back up. See, we're all adjusting and some days we're rocking it and other days, we're just thankful for unending grace.

To wrap up our family time, we went on a family drive to the best ice cream spot on earth. This place is like a breath a fresh air for me and I swear it's not because of the ice cream. It's the view, folks--- just look at that. I'd be happy sitting there even if I was eating clams....and I don't even like clams.

Eliza's almost 2 weeks now and she's doing fantastic. In just one week she gained a pound! She's a great eater and she's been sleeping really well. During the day, she's fallen into a really nice 2- 2.5 hour routine. She eats well, has a nice quiet awake time and then takes a nap....and then we do it all over again. She's a very happy, laid back baby. At night, she's been sleeping well and I've had to wake her for her feedings, which isn't very fun, but necessary for her growth.
Cutie patootie. 

Friday, April 12, 2013

Question The Silence

I write with one hand, while my other arm cradles a feeding baby. My words are inadequate on most days, and barely make sense of the way I feel. I'm not the mom who's most up-to-date with current events, I'm actually quite the opposite. It's safe to say that I'm less of an expert than most, but I'm strongly convicted that my voice matters. And I believe that yours does, too.

Scrolling through my Facebook feed, I notice a few posts about abortionist Kermit Gosnell and how he's on trial for things that I can't even type. The little snippets I see of these posts make me feel literally sick. I want to click on the link, get informed and know what's going on, but being informed comes with a price. Sometimes the truth makes your stomach turn, your heart ache and it gives you that feeling of helplessness, like you want to do something but you don't even know where to begin.

I go ahead and click, read a little further and then stop. My week old baby is in my arms and I can hear her peacefully breathing in and out. It's a lot to see how perfect she is, to know that every child is created perfectly and then to read about the horrible things that man did.

There are certain things that I believe with my whole heart, beliefs that I'd shout from the roof tops for the whole world to hear. I'm Pro-Life. I believe that every single child, regardless of how he or she was conceived is a gift, a blessing and every child deserves to have a future. There are no gray areas.

Psalm 139:13-14
   For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
   I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.

I could write about what he did and how awful it is, but instead I want to simply throw out the question of "What gets you fired up? And then what do you do about it?" We are amazing women and we were designed to have feelings, emotions, plans and we all have a purpose. When I read things like this, I believe that we all have a voice that can be heard and we can all make a small difference.We were not created to be numb, but instead to feel and then create change. 

Normally I don't blog about controversial topics, but I'm feeling more called out to write about what makes my heart tick. It's scary you know, to go places where not everyone agrees, but this stuff matters and more and more, I realize there isn't space for "gray" areas. These things, like sweet innocent babies give me that shaky I-need-to-make-a-difference feeling. Are you with me? What makes you feel that way?

As I walked through Target today, there was a woman shopping with her son who has Down Syndrome. I heard her telling him that he makes everything more difficult. It wasn't kind and I'm guilty of saying things that aren't kind also. I nag my kids, I say "no" more than I should, I'm a mess most days, but I can try and you can try also. 

I challenge you, whoever you are, to be extra kind for the rest of your day. I'm going to try extra hard and then I'm going to figure out what I can do to make a difference about these things that make my heart beat fast. These things that get our blood pumping--- they pull at us for a reason. 


Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Life Lately: 1 Week

It's been a week since sweet little Eliza joined our family. The week has flown by, with lots of pinch-me-life-is-so-good moments and also the moments where I cried, simply because I wanted to sleep so stink'n bad. My hands seem to be full often, with either a sleeping baby, a baby that's feeding, a big brother need or a big sister that wants to read a book. Right now, all 3 kids are sleeping and so I'm going to attempt to write, unedited for 10 minutes or so. Forgive me for grammar errors or for sentences that could have been formed better. I'm writing to briefly document the last week, the ups and downs and to make notes of life as a new family of 5.

The last week has reminded me once again, how good people are. Our MOPS group has been providing meals for us and friends that I barely have ever spoken to have been bringing us delicious dinners. The gals that I've barely even spoken to, that bring us dinner amaze me. Well, all of the ladies do. A little thing like providing us with meals, totally makes the day SO much easier. The Mom who just came and dropped off dinner, is a gal who I've hardly had a chance to say "hi" to at MOPS, but I call her a friend because bringing a meal to a family with a new baby is something that a friend does. These people are blessings. 

As folks have come to meet the new baby, drop off coffee and bring meals, I've been humbled. Sometimes the kids haven't flushed the toilet, other times I have a pile of laundry on the table. I still look pregnant, even though the baby is out. The whole "realness" of life right now is good. It pushes me outside of my comfort zone, where I want everything to be perfect and it puts me in a place of genuine this-is-my-life, with laundry, yesterday's makeup, yoga pants and all. I long for more authenticity, like what's been going on lately. Right now, I feel like my guard is down and I hope that it stays this way. 

The new baby has even made me want to write more authentically, here on this blog of mine. I want to write about how I just had a new baby and how when I'm up at night, I thank God for how perfect she is and I also tell my husband that I just want to freak'n sleep for a hour or two. I want to shine light on the fact that most women, after having a baby still look pregnant and how that kinda sucks big time, but how I know it's not always going to be that way.

One thing I'm learning from having a 3rd baby is that after you've had a couple babies, you know that things won't always be this way. You know that you'll sleep again and you know that these sweet newborn days pass too quickly. This time around, I feel super aware of how I need to enjoy these sweet beginnings. I know I'll be sleeping well again and I know I won't be nursing all the time for long. 

And speaking of feeding, little Eliza is starting to pack on the chub! At her Doctor appointment yesterday, she had regained her birth weight, plus 4oz. The constant feeding is paying off and I can see her tiny fingers starting to gain a touch of baby fat. It makes a Momma feel good, ya know?

A few days ago, I walked outside with her when the sun was shining. It was a perfect afternoon and her first time being outside with us. I decided right then and there that spring is the perfect time to have a baby. I hadn't walked around the yard for a few days and in those few days, so much life had happened outside. The rhubarb is up, the tulips have bloomed and my peas are begging for something to climb on. Spring might possibly be my favorite time of year and having a new baby, is the icing on the cake of beautiful newness. 

As I've been sitting on the couch and feeding, I've been watching lots of Joyce Meyer. It's been good, lots of church has been going on in the living room. Yesterday she was talking about how victory doesn't come from the things that we do once, it comes from the things that we do over and over and over again. That my friends is faithfulness.....being consistent with the small things and then those small things that we do diligently, bring us victory in the large things. Small victories must happen first at home, before big ones can happen outside of our home. Hearing that made my "job" here at home feel a little more important and not so mundane. Because let's be honest, the daily "normal", can start to feel pretty mundane and yet, it's what's most important.
{Instagram photo dump}
Wrapping this up, I'd say that the first week with Eliza has been truly a gift. She's precious and we're all in love. Right now, there's no routine and as a gal who thrives with routine, I feel slightly off. I know we'll fall into a rhythm and until then, I'm not stressing. These beginning days are meant to be enjoyed and that's just what we've been doing. Less sleep, sometimes no shower, lots of baby snuggles, big brother and big sister time and quiet days at home as a family. It's been a good week.


Saturday, April 6, 2013

She's Here! Meet Baby Eliza!

Early Wednesday morning, after only being at the hospital for about 30 minutes, baby Eliza joined our family. She is perfect and we are all so in love. 

Every little detail of her delivery was exactly what I'd hoped for. My favorite midwife met us at the hospital and when it came time to "catch" the baby, she had my hubby glove up and deliver this little girl. The birth was such a blessing, especially after her being breech until 37 weeks. I could feel God's hand helping us through the entire process and I can't wait until I have the time to sit down and write out her entire birth story.

For now, we are enjoying lots of quiet family time at home. I feel like I'm practically nursing 24/7 but it's perfectly fine because I know how quickly these newborn days pass. While she's this small, I want to snuggle her all day, breath in that newborn smell and just enjoy this fleeting tiny stage.
 Tiny toes.
Her hair is mostly brown with a red'ish sort of tint. 
 Lots of Daddy snuggles.
Inspecting her with the kids. 
He is so crazy about her.
 Proud big sister.

 My loves.
Sleep is hard to find these days and as I look at these photos, I have to almost pinch myself. I'm a Mommy of 3 now. Three! It blesses me, scares me and reminds of me of how much we have to be thankful for.

Over the next few days or weeks, I'll most likely be posting a little less than normal. For now, I'll be enjoying my family and adjusting to having a new little one.
My hands are full and thankful.


Monday, April 1, 2013

An Overdue Easter

It's funny, this entire pregnancy I've been fairly certain that this baby would come early. With how busy J&P keep me, I was sure that we wouldn't make it to my due date. Apparently, I know very little. Over the last few days, I've reached that point where I feel like the most embarrassingly large human being. I'm over due, and I'm certain that I look like a bomb that's about ready to explode. When we went to church yesterday, visions of my water breaking mid-service kept on flooding my mind. Oh, it would have been embarrassing, but I had it all planned out. I'd feel the "pop" and with water running down my legs, I'd quickly exit the building. My husband would wonder what happened and eventually-hopefully sooner, rather than later, he'd come find me to make sure I was alright. Thankfully, none of that happened.

The weekend was absolutely beautiful and instead of sitting around, waiting for contractions  we kept busy and had a fantastic Easter. Saturday morning I decided that I could either A. Have a great weekend with my family, enjoy celebrating Easter and enjoy the sunshine.....or B. I could just sit around and make myself crazy by waiting to go into labor. The first option won and the weekend was fantastic.
Saturday morning we went to an Easter Egg Hunt that our town puts on. Literally hundreds of people were there and the kids had the best time. I was so impressed how it was broken up by age group and how all of the kids seemed to find tons of eggs. Everyone was happy and everyone was having fun.
New tradition for us? Absolutely.

Easter photos before church........
And for the sake of keepin' it real, this is what most of them looked like. Perfect photos all the time? No way, man! Not at our house!
Tea and flower planting in the sunshine. It was perfect and I was sad when I was done. I could have planted in the sun for hours. 
 A little bit of spring, that makes my heart smile.
On my table: The kids partially eaten Easter baskets, my notebook, a daffodil in a vase and my water bottle.
What I'm listening to: Only the birds outside! The house is still asleep.
What I'm thankful for: A wonderful Easter dinner over at my Mom's with family.
What I'm letting go: My expectations for when I should have this baby. The timing will be perfect.
What I'm holding onto: Every single extra hug and moment that I get with my "big" kids.

What's on your table? What are you listening to? Thankful for? Letting go? Holding onto?



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