We are nine weeks postpartum over here and surviving day by day. I'd be lying if I said it hasn't been a harder transition than I anticipated--but in all things God is faithful and we are thankful for family, community, and grace as we have navigated the first two months of sleepless nights (and days), …
On birth [a letter to our firstborn son]
The warmth from your chest melted on to my own, chilled and shaking from three hours of pushing you out of me. In the end, it wasn’t enough. And men and women in blue scrubs filled the room, preparing to intervene. The doctor, white hair and wrinkles around his eyes, tied a mask around his …
On preparing to be a parent [and the things we just can’t prepare for]
I am less than 3 weeks away from our due date. This amount of time feels both super close and terribly far away. Both exciting and terrifying. Baby bird [who is a boy--for those of you who only follow the blog] is kicking and moving and our midwife keeps calling him a little peanut because …
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On motherhood and fear [and the only prayer that really matters]
It started filling me the moment I saw those two pink lines there in the bathroom on Christmas Eve. The test, plastic and insignificant to most people walking through the grocery store aisle suddenly became the most significant object I've known as I laid it on the small edge of the counter by the sink. …
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On Celery Juice [and why it’s become a part of my daily routine]
Just the other morning, half awake and half dressed (Those pregnancy night hot flashes are no joke), I stumbled in to the living room and saw my husband half asleep on the couch. He didn’t have his glasses on and he peered at me with groggy, dark eyes as I kissed him on the forehead. …
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On making life decisions in marriage [and how God always has what’s best for both of you]
I buried myself in the couch cushions, listening to the rain outside the window. A grimace on my face, I wiped tears from my cheeks and stared out at the gray, dark sky. At least it isn’t snowing. Sticking my feet further in to the crease of the couch cushions, I reached down and pulled …
On my messy car and my messy heart [and the messiness of marriage]
In an attempt to reflect on our first year of marriage, I’ve been scratching out a few thoughts on things I’ve learned during these past [almost] 365 days. *** For the most part, when we go places together, we take Geoff’s vehicle. There are several reasons for this. For starters, he has those nice seat …
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