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Sunday, 1 February 2015

Micah's Birth Story



Just as you cannot understand the path of the wind or the mystery of a tiny baby growing in its mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the activity of God, who does all things.
~ Ecclesiastes 11:5

This post comes a little late. I've been a little busy lately. That's because we joyfully welcomed our new little man, Micah Henry, on November 26th, at 9:13 am. It was a grey day. Cold, a bit overcast, like mother nature was just thinking about transitioning to Winter. I had no idea that my day would be brightened by the arrival of our beautiful baby boy. I think all birth stories are remarkable, even if there is nothing quite noteworthy or remarkable about them. Bringing new life into the world is simply amazing. I am amazed by what our bodies can do and how a child is woven together in it's mother's womb. There isn't much really to tell for Micah's birth story. But, I'm sharing it with you because maybe you find each story of birth remarkable too, and so that I can hold on to the memory of it myself. Here it is:

Tuesday, the 25th, was a typical day for me. I had not begun my maternity leave yet because I was not due for another 9 days. How blessed we are here, in Canada, to be able to take a year off for maternity leave with benefits. So, I went to work, to teach my grade 6 class at MRES and I had no idea that I would not be returning to work the next day. My family, midwife, and many others had suggested to me, that I take some time off to rest before the birth. And, I planned on doing that too, but I thought, I would finish up the work week by making Friday my last day. After all, I was 38 weeks, I wasn't due until December 5th, I felt fine, and I had a lot of classroom clean up to do before I left. So, Friday was the day I planned on saying good-bye to my students. And, the custodians and my husband planned on helping me clean up my classroom on Friday after school. But, God's plan was different than my plan.

"I know the plans I have for you." says the Lord. "They are plans for good and not for
 disaster, to give you future and a hope." 
~ Jeremiah 29:11

God was in control. Having Micah just a little early, in the end, it was so good. At the time I might have felt that I was not ready. But, I know now, more than ever, that His plan was for me to be done work early, and to take care of my children. It feels so good to be home with my children.

We had our maternity photo session the weekend before, I was 38 weeks along, and I'm glad we did. Otherwise, we would not have had those wonderful photos taken. We went to the library, one of Isaac's and my favourite places to go. I will forever treasure those photos taken of our family of three, about to be four. Looking back on those photos now, I could tell that my swollen womb looked low. The baby had dropped into position. At the time, I didn't feel any different. I went to work on Monday, and one of the Educational Assistant's said to me, "You've dropped." My reaction, was "What? Doesn't that mean, the baby is coming soon?" I thought, looks can be deceiving. I'm not due for another 11 days, perhaps it was what I was wearing. Sure enough, two days later, and we had our baby.

Photography by Heather Dietz Photography

Photography by Heather Dietz Photography

Photography by Heather Dietz Photography


Photography by Heather Dietz Photography

Photography by Heather Dietz Photography

Photography by Heather Dietz Photography

Photography by Heather Dietz Photography
So, I went to bed Tuesday night, totally unaware that I would be going into labour that very night, rather planning on going, with hope, to one of my last mid-wife appointments in the morning and then to work at noon. At 2 a.m. I woke up. Nothing unusual when you are 9 months pregnant. I had slight cramping sensation but just figured I needed to roll over. I did, the cramps went away and I tried to fall back to sleep, but couldn't. Sleep was all I wanted. But, 10 minutes later the same slight cramping came back. Something was different about it. It did not feel like a tightening of the womb like a Braxton Hicks contraction feels. It was just a slightly lower abdominal sensation and it was not painful. I was now aware that I was in labour, but I had thoughts creeping in hoping this was not it yet. I wasn't ready.

Every 10 minutes the same sensation occurred. After about an hour of this, tossing and turning, I decided to let Tim know I was in labour. Part of me was excited, but part of me was saying "Wait, please, little one. Just a few more days." I worried that my house was not perfectly clean, I did not get that last weekend as a family of three in, I felt that my supply teacher plans were not in depth enough, my classroom would not be emptied of my books and belongings, and I didn't get the chance to say good-bye to my students. Anxiety and the fear of not feeling fully prepared was overwhelming me. I prayed to lay my worries on my Heavenly Father and asked for a smooth and safe labour and delivery. Right away, I was given assurance that all will be well. This child does not need to arrive to a home in perfect order, but to a family that is ready to love and adore him or her. That is all.

This same God who takes care of me will supply all your needs from His glorious riches, 
which have been given to us in Christ Jesus.
~ Philippians 4:19

Our plan was to have this little boy or girl at home. Isaac was born at home, and I absolutely loved my birth experience with him. So long as my pregnancy remained healthy, I knew that another home birth is what I wanted.

I decided to make the call to my mid-wife around 4 a.m. At this point, I did not know how long this could go on for, but I knew it was labour and I definitely would not be returning to work. With Isaac I was in labour for 9 hours. So, I anticipated it to be a little shorter this time, but the self conscious part of you says this could go on til past noon or longer. I let her know that I believed I was in early labour and that contractions were 8 to 10 minutes apart. She encouraged me so much over the phone, by saying "Yes, this sounds like you are progressing well. This is it, you can do this." She let me know that she would be ready to come as soon as I make my next call to her, that I should rest as much as possible for now. I couldn't sleep, for I was giddy. So, I went to the computer to write a supply teacher plan for the afternoon as I had anticipated being at work that afternoon. I emailed it off to my supply teacher. I got a drink of water anticipating how hydrated I would need to be later. And, laid back down trying to rest.

Those thoughts of not being prepared did not stay away. But, I tried to remain at ease with my eyes on the prize - a new son or daughter soon! At 5:30 a.m. I made the call to my principal to let her know that I would not make it in to work that afternoon, or at all for the remainder of the year. She was surprised but gave me her best wishes and assured me that she would take care of my supply teacher for the day. This, too, gave me some relief. She also assured me that she would take care of contacting Human Resources for me. At this time, my husband, Tim would be getting ready to go to work for the day. And, I suggested that he go ahead to milk the cows. I will be fine until he comes home for breakfast at around 9 a.m. Little did I know, I would need him back sooner than that. I texted my mom to let her know "This is the day" and her excited reply of "Wonderful! Are your pains far apart?" helped me feel more ready and at ease as well.

Shortly after Tim left around 6 a.m. I laid back down and tried to rest. At this point contractions were more often, between 5 to 8 minutes and becoming a little more uncomfortable. I was starting to think I should call the midwife back. I heard Isaac was awake and I was really hoping he would sleep longer. I went to get him to encourage him to go back to sleep by bringing him to bed with me. This was working, until I had a slightly more intense contraction and had to purse my lips through it. Isaac, in his half asleep state, knew I wasn't feeling well and woke up. It was 6:30 a.m., still dark outside, and that last contraction convinced me that I should call the mid-wife back. I made the call to her and she suggested I get in the tub to relax my body. I texted Tim too, to come home earlier if he could as Isaac was awake and more than I could handle right at the moment. He hadn't been to work for more than half an hour. Isaac, in his innocent and sweet way, knew that mommy wasn't feeling well and was by my side. It was an early start for him too, so he was a little clingy. He wanted carried downstairs to get breakfast and carrying him brought on a "wow" contraction right away. Good thing I made those calls.

I decided that Isaac could watch a little Thomas the Train (his favourite thing ever!) on Netflix, and gave him a banana to eat in the living room while I was in the bath. This would just have to do until Tim got home. But, being tired himself, he just wanted to be by my side. And, Tim did not get home until almost 8 a.m. When Tim arrived he saw Isaac was by my side clutching his "blankie" while I was in the tub. What a sweet boy. Tim got Isaac a better breakfast, called his mom to pick Isaac up for the day and packed his backpack for his day away with Grandma Cook.

The mid-wife arrived shortly after that. Right away the mid-wife and nurse, second birthing attendant begin their work of monitoring your blood pressure, babies heart rate, warming towels, boiling water, and setting up the necessary precautions in your room of choice to deliver. They make sure you have everything you need and they make your home environment seem a little more like a hospital environment. It feels like home, and you have the security in knowing they have made it a safe place to bring babies into the world. They are such incredible women. My mid-wife was there when Isaac was born at home too. She was there throughout my entire pregnancy, providing excellent care, and she would know well enough in advance if it was necessary to go to the hospital. In my case, I was so happy to be able to deliver another healthy child safely at home.

I was in the bath when they arrived and got out briefly for my mid-wife to check my dilation. I was already at 7 cm. I was amazed at how far along I was already. Time goes by so fast when you are in labour (for me). Contractions were 2 to 3 minutes apart and I went back in the tub. The second birthing attendant poured water over my side and said "You'll let us know when you're ready to push right, Sonya?" I did not think I was near pushing time yet, as I seemed to have one hard contraction followed by lighter ones. Tim's mom came by to pick up Isaac at about 9:00 so I said my good-byes to my boy. It wasn't 5 minutes before he was out the door that I had a hard pushing contraction. I felt my water break and I needed to be moved from the tub to the bed. With the help of Tim, and the nurse, I made my way to the bed. The mid-wife checked me again, and sure enough, babies head was right there. I laid on my side with Tim rubbing my back and with two more quick pushes, he was born. I am so amazed by what our bodies can do. It happened so fast. He took a breath of air and let out his first cry, what a relief it is to hear that sound. It says, you have a healthy child and your hard work is done. It was 9:13 am. The mid-wife gave Tim the chance to announce what we had. "Another beautiful boy" he said. And, I was shocked. They moved him to my chest and I was looking into the face of a bright-eyed sweetie. I looked him over head to toe and marveled at this perfect little gift. What a beauty.

He was weighed at 6 lbs 13 oz and handed back over to me to try nursing right away and like a pro he latched on instantly. I had a bite to eat, and a drink, prepared for me by the nurse. And, after feeling ready to get up and move, I went to the tub to soak in the healing herbal bath (see the recipe below). My baby joining me. How wide-eyed and alert they look in the tub.



After bathing, he was dressed in his first clothing, a cute little blue sleeper, and promptly drifted off to sleep. We made a few phone calls to family and friends. When we called Grandma Cook, and she let Isaac know that he had a baby brother, we were told his words were "baby brother, love you." How sweet is that?! I'm sure that Isaac knew all along what was going on and that he knew he would have a baby when he returned home that night. We didn't have a name chosen right away.

Our mid-wife team did some more monitoring of my blood pressure, heart rate, temperature and all the lovely necessaries for Micah as well, Everything was in working order and the mid-wife team left us to our own devices. Having done this before, we definitely felt more at ease with being left on own. But, with Isaac gone for the day, we had yet to figure out what parenting two children would be like. We spent the day resting in bed treasuring our new little one's cuddles and feeding time. We welcomed a few visitors and debated name options. Finally we agreed upon Micah Henry.

Isaac came home that evening and was a very adoring big brother from the start. I was so happy to see him and squeeze his little - but not so little now compared to his baby brother's - body. I think he always knew that something was up. Our day did not start out as a typical day. He went to grandma Cook's for the day instead of daycare and he knew that he would be coming home to a new baby. He is still such a loving and caring big brother. He loves to kiss and cuddle Micah and always asks "I hold Micah on the couch?" It's a busy time of our lives, with a two year old and a newborn. I'm learning every day how to juggle having two. I'm still cherishing those late night feedings, because I know they won't last. I'm enjoying this time and my boys so much.

The after birth care with a mid-wife team is absolutely the best. It makes caring for a newborn so much easier. The mid-wife continues to do home visits with you every day (or every other day if all is going well) for a week. They, then continue to visit once a week for 3 weeks. At 6 weeks, you have your last visit with them in their clinic. From that point on care is transferred over to your family doc. What a blessing it is to not have to bundle up your little one(s) and travel to the clinic yourself for check-ups. It is absolutely one of my favourite parts of having a mid-wife.

There is such amazingly beautiful growth and development that happens in the womb. But, it is incredible to watch the growth that takes place when they have left the safety of your womb to be a part of this crazy world. Obviously inside their mother is (supposed to be) the safest place for a child the size of an olive to be. Some children are born much earlier, but there is a reason we are meant to be in our mother's womb for 9 months. It happens every day, every minute, every second even, babies being born. But, it is a miracle of life. There is nothing quite like witnessing the birth of a child, and watching your children grow up. You don't know how much you are capable of loving until you love your children. And, the love we experience here on earth is miniscule compared to the love our Heavenly Father has for us. It is through loving my own children, that I have been given just a glimpse of how deep the Father's love is for us - "how vast beyond all measure."

Nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is
 revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.
~ Romans 8:39

We have had 10 special weeks with our new addition, Micah. He's grown so much already, over double in size already. I am getting the hang of mothering two littles now and Tim is a great dad. It's crazy in our house at times. My world has slowed way down yet sped way up at the same time. If it weren't for a few of my friends planning playdates and my Coffee Break Bible study group, I'm sure there would be some weeks where we did not get out of the house. It's magic watching Isaac and Micah grow up together. So far they are BFFs. Let's hope it stays that way.


Photography by Heather Dietz Photography

Think of the worth of this eternal gift, [hope]. 'Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.' 
~ 1 Corinthians 2:9

"Surrounded by those we love, we will know the meaning of ultimate joy as we progress in knowledge and in happiness. No matter how bleak the chapter of our lives may look today, because of the life and sacrifice of Jesus Christ, we may hope and be assured that the ending of the book of our lives will exceed our grandest expectations." ~ The Inifinite Power of Hope by Deiter F. Uchtdorf


Mike and Ike on Christmas Day

Trying to catch some Vitamin D on a sunny Winter day.

Herbal Bath for After Birth by Wellness Mama

Ingredients
  • ¼ cup Comfrey Leaf
  • ½ cup Lavender Flowers
  • ¼ cup Plantain Leaf
  • ½ cup Red Raspberry Leaf
  • ¼ cup Yarrow Flower
  • ¼ cup Calendula Flowers
  • ¼ cup Shepherd's Purse
  • ¼ cup Uva Ursi Leaf
  • ¼ cup Sea Salt or Epsom Salt
Instructions
  1. Mix herbs in a glass container or plastic bag. I used a half gallon mason jar. The proportions don't have to be exact. Store for up to a year in a cool, dark, place.








Friday, 7 December 2012

Isaac's Birth Story


Heather Dietz Photography http://www.heatherdietz.net/
It has taken me a while to write this. Partly because I now write in between waking hours and partly because I don't want to skip over anything. This is a record of the day we met Isaac and I want to remember every moment of it.

Heather Dietz Photography http://www.heatherdietz.net/
What a incredible job it must be, to deliver babies for a living. To usher new life into the world and to experience and share in the joy felt by parents when they first get to hold the one they have been waiting for. We really wanted our child to be born at home and we had an amazing mid-wife team. I had known our mid-wife for many years as her daughter and I were great friends growing up. Her daughter, Lori, is still one of my best friends and has her own two children now. And, her mother was there to help her welcome them into the world.

I just always knew that I would want to have a mid-wife deliver my babies. But, I don't think I fully realized how much a blessing they really would be to us. Our mid-wife team, two mid-wives and a nurse birthing attendant, were confident in me delivering at home. They had been involved with my pre-natal care all along and they came to our home for a visit before Isaac was born. I was nervous about having a baby at home. What if something were to go wrong? And, what if I'm not strong enough to do it without pain interventions? But, I think it was nerves about labour in general. I think I would have been just as nervous if I had planned to deliver in a hospital. We learned mid-pregnancy that with a hospital delivery we might not be able to have the mid-wife we had hoped for. As, the hospital that she had privileges at in our small town had just decided to close their obstetrics unit. Sad news for our community for sure. The next closest hospital where she had birthing privileges was over an hour away. So, we prayed and listened discerningly for God's voice letting us know that it was okay. That a home delivery would be in His will for us. We also prayed for the prospect of a birthing centre in our area for those who want a mid-wife but do not want a home birth.

Of all that I read about labour and childbirth, from a woman who had died in a London hospital, to a woman who had delivered successfully by herself under a tree in the middle of the Kalahari Desert, worrying about hyenas, nothing can prepare you for it. There were moments where I thought: "What am I doing here? Why did we decide to do this at home? Why did I think I was strong enough to do this naturally? God, get me through this, I am not strong enough, I need Your strength and I need it now." And, He gave it to me. He gave me the sense of strength and calm that I needed.

Heather Dietz Photography http://www.heatherdietz.net/
I tend to go back to the moments and places that took on meanings. Places that were mundane before, like the stair hallway where I paced back and forth in the middle of the night to coax that baby down. I'll now stop there once in a while and call up the memory. The sweet moments I spent holding my child in the tub while we took a herbal bath together. That bath was such a special moment of intimate bonding between mother, father, and infant.

We had been out with friends all afternoon enjoying a car poker rally game and I had not even the slightest inclination that that evening would be the beginning of Isaac's birth story. The afternoon went on with lots of fun and we have memories from that day to reflect on as the beginning of our family, the beginning of our new life. How it has changed! The afternoon adventures came to an end and we joined our friends for dinner at a near-by restaurant. Tim and I were on separate teams for the rally, so we had to pick our vehicle up at our friends house before heading home. Normally we would have stayed at their house for a bit. But, I had been growing a bit uncomfortable. I was one day overdue and I just figured it was from a long day of driving, and walking, and indulging in a somewhat spicy supper. So, we said our good-byes to our friends and laughed at the thought that this might be the last time we say good-bye as two of us. I did not realize then that the slight discomfort I was feeling was early labour.

We got home around 10:30 and settled in for a good night's rest. Or, so we thought. At 11:30 something woke me. It wasn't a pain, or a gush of fluid, or a sudden discomfort. It was just the slightest dream-like jolt causing me to wake. I still didn't know this was early labour. But then again, it was something and that something woke me. I started to question. I decided to get up, get a drink of water and go to the washroom. I decided to wake up Tim just to let him know that something woke me. Perhaps this was a mistake and I should have allowed him to sleep. I let him know that I didn't know if this was just pregnancy discomfort or maybe just maybe this was it. He reassured me that even if this was it, it's not likely that we need to call the mid-wife just yet. We could wait awhile for the feeling to come back again.

Sure enough, the same slight feeling came back again and again for the next few hours. I knew now this was it, but I figured if this is early labour, these things go on and can last for 24 hours or more. I'll call the mid-wife when I grow really uncomfortable or when the contractions come a little more regularly. By 2:30 am they were consistently coming at 8-10 minutes apart. I decided to call her. She confirmed to me that this is the beginning of labour and that she was going to get her van packed up. She encouraged me to rest in between them if I could and to call her again when I grow more uncomfortable. Together, Tim and I made our bed the way we were instructed to do so for a home birth. We placed a plastic shower curtain to line the mattress beneath the layers of sheets. I put some Powerade drinks in the fridge to cool for later on and drank some Vitamin Water, figuring I should stay hydrated. We still figured we had lots of time, thinking that our child might be born sometime the next afternoon or evening. I tried hard to rest, in between the contractions, but I felt the need to get up and go to the washroom a lot. And, sitting on an exercise ball or on the can was where I was most comfortable. It was 4:30 am when Tim got on the phone to call her back. At that point, I was having stronger contractions and more often and I didn't think I could talk through them. All he said to her over the phone was: "Things are getting pretty intense here" and she was on her way.

The team arrived together at our home around 5:30 am as I was pacing and trying to keep vertical through some of the powerful contractions. I was praying that with each contraction the baby was descending and coming closer to being born and I was trying hard to breath the breath of Heaven to get me through. The team began to set up our bedroom for home birth. They boiled water, drew me a bath, set up an area for emergency resuscitation, just in case. All together they made our bedroom look a little bit like a hospital room, but it still felt like cozy home to us.

Heather Dietz Photography http://www.heatherdietz.net/
Our mid-wife checked me and I was 5 cm dilated. "Don't be discouraged by a 5" she said. "5 is good, your cervix is really thin, this baby is coming and we're not going anywhere." Discouraged? I found this a relief. I was half expecting her to say "1" or "You're not dilated at all. I'll go home and come back when you're further along" This was me, convincing myself that I was not strong enough to bear through even early labour, let alone the later stages and delivery. And, it turned out I made it through early labour already! She offered me some CalMag in the most motherly way and suggested I get into the tub. "You have nice long legs, you can make it back to the bed in time." Boy, was she right about the CalMag and the tub. It brought everything on much faster than I expected. I laid in the tub on my side and the nurse poured soothing hot water over my hip as I bore through each contraction. I was in the tub for perhaps 3 more contractions at 2-4 minutes apart and began to hiccup. "Hiccups and burps mean 8 to 10!" the mid-wife proclaimed. Man, they know everything, I thought. I decided to get out of the tub and sit on the toilet for a brief moment. And there, I began to grunt through the next contraction. The nurse suggested I move to the bed now, if I'm feeling the urge to push. It was about 6:45 am now and contractions were coming one on top of the other. After being checked and confirmed at 10 cm, I was ready.

Pushing came as a relief, however my contractions now seemed further apart during this final stage of labour. This actually was good, because it allowed me to rest in between them. To the point where I could almost fall asleep. Don't get me wrong! Pushing is difficult, but your body knows when it is time to push and it allows you to use the breathing you had been doing through pursed lips before to be put to good use. Now, all three members of the team and Tim were by my side encouraging me. They were so supportive and encouraging. Tim held my hand which I squeezed so hard I'm surprised it didn't break. And, our mid-wife checked our baby's heart-rate after every contraction. Every time she would announce "Baby is happy."

The pushing stage lasted for over an hour with our little guy descending little by little and sometimes moving back into the birthing canal. Finally with one last push, his whole body came out, head, shoulders, knees and toes. We joke now that he shot out like a torpedo. Right away he was placed on my chest and he was crying, using his lungs for the very first time. As he lay on my chest I could see that we had a boy and that he looked like perfection. I was shocked. A firstborn boy, I had no idea or feeling as to what we were having. But, for some reason it was still a shock. A wonderful shock!

The nurse encouraged me to try nursing him, suggesting I don't sit up right away but rather lay on my side and let him discover for himself what to do. A very clever boy, he latched on right away and this calmed him down. It was an amazing feeling to bond with my babe right away after he was born. Tim and I admired our new little bundle as he nursed and we were offered something to eat by the nurse who had prepared us some toast and fruit. We felt so incredibly blessed, we had forgotten that it was time for breakfast! We made a few tearful phone calls to our parents. The nurse, who goes to church with my mom, joked that she'll be wondering why I'm not there this morning. Sure enough we reached my mom when she was on her way to church. All of our parents were thrilled with the news of their first grand-child.

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Because he came out all at once, there was some minor tears to repair. So, after nursing him and a little bit to eat, I was stitched up and a bath was drawn for us to enjoy. A lovely healing herbal bath of Uva-ursi, comfrey, shepherd's purse, sea salts, and garlic is used for rapid healing for myself and cord healing for our babe. He loved the bath so much and again it was an amazing experience of bonding, the three of us together. He had his eyes wide open. Experiencing all these new sensations must have been a shock for him as well. I remained in the tub a little longer to get cleaned up while our boy was weighed, measured and finally dressed for the very first time. As I returned to our bedroom, dressed in cozy PJs I was greeted by my son dressed in his fresh new cozy PJs and he was sound asleep. Our bed was made and all the mess cleaned up. The mid-wife team even gets your laundry going for you.

It was time for us to get some rest. We dimmed the lights and admired our son together. My blood pressure was checked over one last time to be sure it was safe to leave us on our own. The mid-wives gave us some info on mother and babe care for the first 72 hours. Basically, make sure he nurses every two hours and that you both stay hydrated. They reassured us that they were proud of us, that it was a great home birth, and that we would be great parents. We knew they would be returning every day for the next week and every other day the week after that for post partum care. But, for the most part, it was time for us new parents to do this on our own. I felt great joy rise up in my heart, but at the same time I was totally exhausted. After all, not only was it was the hardest work I'd ever done in my life, it was also a whole night of lost sleep. But, as nervous as I was about giving birth naturally, I was relieved that my body stepped up to the plate to do the most important thing of all when it really mattered. It grew, nurtured, accommodated, and birthed another human being, which is nothing short of miraculous.

We thanked the ladies from the bottom of our hearts and said our good-byes. We joked that we should do this again sometime - but not in the too near future! The realization that we didn't get to keep them with us forever was sinking in. I think they have the most incredible job. They get to witness the miracle of child-birth on a regular basis. We looked at our son and admired the most adorable baby we have ever seen. Isaac Elder is a sweetheart. Truly a miracle.
Heather Dietz Photography http://www.heatherdietz.net/

I've been mother to baby Isaac now for 10 weeks. He's healthy and happy. And, motherhood is beautiful.  Not easy. I'm not sure I'll never get the hang of sleeping at 40 minute intervals but I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts. I'm enamored with him and it brings me great joy when he smiles and coos and when I know he is experiencing something for the very first time. The dust and the dishes can wait now, I'm loving on a little one who won't stay little for long.


Heather Dietz Photography http://www.heatherdietz.net/


The book On The Night You Were Born was given to us and I love the whole story, but here is just a short excerpt from it that sums up how life is changed. How a baby fills a place in your heart that you didn't know was empty.

On the Night You Were Born
“On the night you were born, The moon smiled with such wonder That the stars peeked in to see you
And the night wind whispered, “Life will never be the same.”
Because there had never been anyone like you…ever in the world."
 by Nancy Tillman
This beautiful benediction song, Something Beautiful, by Alexi Murdoch also gives a glimpse to the love of a Heavenly Father and is a perfect prayer for a child - that he would come to know that he is a child of God and the apple of His eye.

Saturday, 22 September 2012

Attending to the Coming One



Today is our baby's due date. While we've been coaxing with kisses and trying to be patient, it's hard to wait for a little one you've been loving on so much in the last 9 months. And, you're so looking forward to meeting this child and giving it a lifetime of love. I wish I could say I have mother's intuition about whether it's a boy or a girl. But, I have no idea. Will it be pretty crocheted flowers and bows? Or, a fresh blue outfit with giraffes and elephants? Either way, we are completely giddy about meeting this little one.

I made some little hats and flowers.


A little while ago, we had a friend of ours take some photos to help us remember all the sweet moments during pregnancy. She did such a great job recording a special time for us! I'm going to miss feeling the movements, the stretching in tight quarters, and the little hiccups. I've loved all the food cravings this child has too. The bottomless pit excuse works really well when you're pregnant. I don't suppose eating Nutella sandwiches and Ben and Jerry's ice-cream all the time is encouraging this child to come out!






http://www.loulouwestphotography.com/2012/08/01/welcome-to-loulou-west-photography/

During our photo session we even managed to fit on a little child's teeter-totter (or "seder-soder" as Grandmaman-Claire would say). So, we definitely need to do a photo retake of this with our little one in a year from now or so. I have to say, I'm so glad to know that this child is going to have a great dad growing up. We're pretty blessed to have him in our lives.

I've been in nesting mode trying to put the finishing touches on the nursery before the little one arrives. I was inspired to make some Pinterest projects, make a quilt, and bake some casseroles. Though the baking I've been doing doesn't seem to make it to the freezer.










Quilt in the works!
 With being off work, I've had some time to prepare and wrap my head around being a parent. I don't think you can ever be fully prepared though. But, while I have some time, I thought I'd write this letter to my child.

40 Week Letter to my child:

Dear Daughter or Son;

Thank you for giving me glimpses of what it is like for our Heavenly Father to love me as His daughter. I'm filled with gratitude for you growing inside of me. Feeling you move around is the sweetest feeling and knowing that I am in partnership with your dad is beyond incredible. I give thanks to God for all the blessings I have. It is a relationship with Him and His Son that has blessed me most in this life and has allowed me to love you forever into eternity.

I have made many mistakes and no doubt will make more before I die. But I have learned to take responsibility for my mistakes, repent, and accept forgiveness. You cannot re-do history, and repentance seems such a small offering to the God who gives us all we have. But, it is all He asks. That's what's so amazing about grace my love! T'is grace.

You can't control all the events that happen to you. But, you can decide how you react to them. Make every effort to change the things you do not like. If you cannot make a change, change the way you have been thinking. You might just turn a lemon into lemonade. Don't complain. Tell the truth, even if it hurts.

Dear daughter: As you grow into a young woman, please remember to dress modestly and keep your body a temple. 1 Peter 3:3-4


Dear son: Please don't be conformed to the pressures of this world. Pants on the ground will not make you look cool, only unkempt. "So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets." ~ Matthew 7:12

You are loved so much that is doesn't matter if you follow the latest trends. Trends are only lies of this world anyways. There is so much you can do if you put your mind to it. We can't wait to meet you and am praying for your safe delivery.

"The LORD your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing." ~ Zephaniah 3:17


- ♥ - Mommy


- ♥ - Sonya
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