Friday, November 11, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Coming Soon!
Baby C is coming soon! The doc said today that things are looking good for our lil' guy. His head is in position (and has been for 6 weeks or so), and E's body is getting ready for labor. The doc sometimes has a difficult time catching baby's heartbeat because this lil' one is so squirmy! "Calm down little one" the doc calls out to E's belly. "He's excited today, huh?"
E is measuring a little behind, but her body is effacing and dilating quite normally. Progress IS being made! Sometime within the next few weeks, baby C will finally show his adorably cute face and his ten tiny fingers and toes.
Thank you Lord, for this precious lil' one.
From the fullness of his grace we have all received one blessing after another.
John 1:16
E is measuring a little behind, but her body is effacing and dilating quite normally. Progress IS being made! Sometime within the next few weeks, baby C will finally show his adorably cute face and his ten tiny fingers and toes.
Thank you Lord, for this precious lil' one.
From the fullness of his grace we have all received one blessing after another.
John 1:16
Monday, September 12, 2011
Fear...
You have accompanied me for too many years and I'M.SICK.OF.YOU!
I've been thinking. A LOT. Mostly thoughts about giving birth and all the complications that could possibly walk alongside the experience. We've been taking Bradley method classes and our instructor is HONEST! A little too honest for me... maybe I would have been better off not knowing!
I have, for too long now, allowed fear to stop me dead in my tracks as I seem to have a tendency to run the opposite direction. The only way out? Face it. Do it. Punch it in the face. So, that's my goal. To just do it. The fear is still there staring at me in the face, and maybe it won't leave, but I NEED to push myself on, to conquer it, to overcome. Afterall, maybe I'll come out on the other side stronger and more confident.
So, with all the fear that has crept inside my mind and heart, I say "You are NOT welcome here!"
Adios!
Goodbye!
Revoir!
Lebewohl!
Kwaheri!
"For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. "
2 Timothy 1:7
You have accompanied me for too many years and I'M.SICK.OF.YOU!
I've been thinking. A LOT. Mostly thoughts about giving birth and all the complications that could possibly walk alongside the experience. We've been taking Bradley method classes and our instructor is HONEST! A little too honest for me... maybe I would have been better off not knowing!
I have, for too long now, allowed fear to stop me dead in my tracks as I seem to have a tendency to run the opposite direction. The only way out? Face it. Do it. Punch it in the face. So, that's my goal. To just do it. The fear is still there staring at me in the face, and maybe it won't leave, but I NEED to push myself on, to conquer it, to overcome. Afterall, maybe I'll come out on the other side stronger and more confident.
So, with all the fear that has crept inside my mind and heart, I say "You are NOT welcome here!"
Adios!
Goodbye!
Revoir!
Lebewohl!
Kwaheri!
"For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. "
2 Timothy 1:7
Friday, August 5, 2011
Precious One
I fully realize that I began this blog with hopes of updating friends and family with the news of our little one. However, the events of today leave me thinking. Allow me to elaborate.
My lovely twelve year old friend asked earlier in the week to come visit. She LOVES coming over and baking sweet treats with me! She's learning how to read the recipes and how to measure the ingredients. Usually, she comes over with her big sis, but today she came alone. She spoke incessantly, telling me about the events of the summer, her mom's upcoming surgery, her fear about the future, etc. The main topic of which she spoke: the absence of her dad.
She tells me how he left them. How even though she remembers little of him, she misses him. She says how much she needs a daddy. Someone to take care of them. She tells me how she had to tell her new summer camp friends that her dad didn't want her and her siblings anymore. How he didn't want to take care of them. Yes, she even tells how he pinched her when she was little and it hurt.
As the monologue continues with intermittent conversations of brownie baking, she says something that catches me off guard. (As if what she was already saying didn't!) She begins to tell me how she used to talk to L like he was her dad. I'm thinking, "Aw. Cool, that's great. I know he sees her and her siblings as part of his family. He's such a great guy." Not only that, but she says that NOW, NOW that's he's married and having his own child, she just can't do that anymore. I'm left thinking, "Why? Why not?" So I ask her. Her response? "You just don't understand." Ouch. She is right after all. I can't. My shoes haven't walked where hers have. Although I can never fully understand the depth of her pain and fears revolving around this very issue, I crave the ability to help, the knowledge of what exactly to say and the power to fix it, to make everything better.
But really, what can I do? How can I take away her pain? I'm sad that she hurts. I'm sad that I feel helpless to fix the problem. The truth is, only Jesus can bring healing and comfort. So I pray. Surely He can use me to help. I'm willing. After all, isn't this what pure religion looks like... "to look after orphans and widows in their distress..."? What about the others? The other broken-hearted children without fathers? What can we do? Is there hope? No, not outside of Jesus there isn't. But praise Him, who gives us hope and a future!
I want her to know. To know her beauty and worth in and from the One who "knit her together in her mother's womb." Beautiful girl.
My lovely twelve year old friend asked earlier in the week to come visit. She LOVES coming over and baking sweet treats with me! She's learning how to read the recipes and how to measure the ingredients. Usually, she comes over with her big sis, but today she came alone. She spoke incessantly, telling me about the events of the summer, her mom's upcoming surgery, her fear about the future, etc. The main topic of which she spoke: the absence of her dad.
She tells me how he left them. How even though she remembers little of him, she misses him. She says how much she needs a daddy. Someone to take care of them. She tells me how she had to tell her new summer camp friends that her dad didn't want her and her siblings anymore. How he didn't want to take care of them. Yes, she even tells how he pinched her when she was little and it hurt.
As the monologue continues with intermittent conversations of brownie baking, she says something that catches me off guard. (As if what she was already saying didn't!) She begins to tell me how she used to talk to L like he was her dad. I'm thinking, "Aw. Cool, that's great. I know he sees her and her siblings as part of his family. He's such a great guy." Not only that, but she says that NOW, NOW that's he's married and having his own child, she just can't do that anymore. I'm left thinking, "Why? Why not?" So I ask her. Her response? "You just don't understand." Ouch. She is right after all. I can't. My shoes haven't walked where hers have. Although I can never fully understand the depth of her pain and fears revolving around this very issue, I crave the ability to help, the knowledge of what exactly to say and the power to fix it, to make everything better.
But really, what can I do? How can I take away her pain? I'm sad that she hurts. I'm sad that I feel helpless to fix the problem. The truth is, only Jesus can bring healing and comfort. So I pray. Surely He can use me to help. I'm willing. After all, isn't this what pure religion looks like... "to look after orphans and widows in their distress..."? What about the others? The other broken-hearted children without fathers? What can we do? Is there hope? No, not outside of Jesus there isn't. But praise Him, who gives us hope and a future!
I want her to know. To know her beauty and worth in and from the One who "knit her together in her mother's womb." Beautiful girl.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Know, Love and Serve
Time seems to be flying by! We are quickly approaching the last trimester of pregnancy and there is still so much to do, so much to prepare for and so much to look forward to. Baby C will make his appearance in only 3 short months. As you probably assume, we are thrilled and cannot wait to meet him. We can only imagine what he'll look like... how much hair he'll have, what color his eyes will be and we even wonder if he'll be long like daddy! Much more importantly, we ask Jesus for a healthy baby that grows to know, love and serve Him. We pray that he will know the truth and walk in it. Really, what else matters? Will you pray with us for him?
I can't wait to be his mommy.
I can't wait to be his mommy.
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