Mom Life

Charlotte’s Birth Story

Charlotte’s Birth Story

I was crying.

I was screaming.

I was yelling like an Amazon woman.

I told my midwife and the nurse I didn’t think I could do this without medication, even though I really really wanted to. I don’t know if it’s because they knew how badly I didn’t want pain meds, or if it was too late for that by this point, but they both kind of ignored me and told me how strong I was.

The contractions were getting worse each time, which amazed me because I thought there was no way it could possibly get any worse.

I regretted ever complaining about the pain of labor when I delivered Judah, that was a piece of cake compared to this.

My Open Appendectomy at 36 Weeks Pregnant

My Open Appendectomy at 36 Weeks Pregnant

After hours of blood draws, lots of people painfully pressing on my abdomen, and a horrifying MRI because the CT scan they normally do to check for infected appendixes was too dangerous for the baby, it was finally confirmed.

I had acute appendicitis.

Judah’s Birth Story

Judah’s Birth Story

He was still. He was gray. He was silent. The OB resident was about to cut the cord and Beth stopped her and said “No! Just wait.”

Time doesn’t heal…

Time doesn’t heal…

Time heals all wounds they say. No, that’s not true. Time is like a bandage. It covers the wound, but it doesn’t heal it.

How Great is Our God 

How Great is Our God 

In my mind, I was feeling sorry for myself while Judah was eating his lunch and Charlie was spitting puréed peas on my face.

Mom Guilt

Mom Guilt

I’m 7 weeks into being a mom of 2. It’s going pretty much as I thought it would go. Each day is full of crazy, messes, loud noises, tears, giggles, and whispers of “I love you so much.” 

There’s also quite a bit of “mom guilt” involved in my days. 
Guilt that my 2 year old is having more than 20 min of screen time in a day because it’s the only time I can shower, make meals, or nurse the baby without him becoming bored and therefore destructive. 
Guilt that I’m silently willing Baby C to hurry up and finish our current nursing session because then I wouldn’t have to have the screen on for more than 20 minutes a day.

Bittersweet Mother’s Day

Bittersweet Mother’s Day

Every day I’m making new memories with my son, but the last memory I have of my mom is her taking her last breath.

I try so hard to cherish every day as a mom because I didn’t think to cherish every day with my own.

I couldn’t imagine a love this deep until I had my son.

Shadow

Shadow

I miss drinking my coffee while it’s still hot.

I miss drinking my ice water before the ice melts.

I miss eating a donut without sharing it.

I love the way he wraps his arms around me for a hug.

I love how he kisses me on the cheek when he thinks I’m asleep.

I love how he always tells me “good catch” even if I didn’t catch the ball.

I love how he tells me he “wuvs” me – even if he just told a car the same thing.

While I miss being able to go to the bathroom alone, I wouldn’t trade these days for anything.

I love my little boy, and he “wuvs” me.

One Day At a Time…

One Day At a Time…

With less than 16 weeks until baby girl is set to arrive, it’s starting to sink in. I have less than 16 weeks of only getting one child in and out of the car seat, of packing the diaper bag for only one kid, of […]

Regrets

Regrets

We all have regrets, but we can’t focus on them. We can’t go back and change the past, but we can do our best in the present. Heaven must be our ultimate goal, because oh, what a day, glorious day, that will be.