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Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Birth Story, Part 2
Hi everybody! I want to share the rest of our story with you, but first I want to introduce you to my new blog! I've decided to start fresh over at Wordpress. There you'll find the second half of our story and future posts about life with our little girl, resources for natural birth, and whatever else fits my fancy. :)
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Rosemary Louise: A Birth Story
Our little girl is almost 12 weeks old now. 3 months! Time feels like its suddenly on fast-forward. I've been working on this post for weeks now, but it has taken me a while to process all the details, find the words to describe that day, and then get them all down on paper. Er, blog... page. Anyways, I finally feel like I've gotten it where I want it, and now I'm ready to share it with you!
When we first found out we were pregnant, we knew we had to decide where we wanted to deliver. At a hospital? At a birth center? At home? We had lots of things to consider, but it basically always comes down to one question: drugs or no drugs? We ended up deciding on a natural water birth in a birth center for many reasons (which I'll go into later). The birth center we chose was a beautiful little house with two rooms for delivering babes. (They have a smaller client base than a hospital, so two rooms is plenty! They rarely need them both at the same time...)
In the main birth room there is a big, beautiful tub for labor and delivery, should you choose to use it. It is surrounded by soft, sheer curtains that drape overhead and is next to a large, comfy bed. Compared to a stark white hospital room with monitors and IV's and beeping machine things... I was a big fan of this room! Every time we walked in there I would hug Kip and imagine how our perfect water birth would be.
Well, that was what I imagined.
This is our story.
I started to feel contractions coming on sometime Friday morning (nearly two weeks overdue) after Kip left for work at 10 A.M. They were consistently 10 minutes apart, but not painful at all. I called my Mom to come keep me company. I thought, "Surely this is it!" and I didn't want to be by myself for "it!" Mom and I did some cleaning and organizing, trying to occupy both our minds with something else. I guess we hoped if we were keeping busy, I would suddenly go into major labor or my water would break or something. (I was this close to going to the trampoline store...) I sent Kip a text message, letting him know what was going on but that I didn't think he needed to come home yet. I should have known better- the poor man couldn't focus on anything after that! Good gosh his wife is in labor and he's an hour away!?! He ended up coming home a few hours early and getting his shift covered for the next day. Surely we'd have a baby by then!
Contractions came and went. I used the breast pump to try to encourage stronger contractions, and I drank some disgusting-tasting herbal tea that is supposed to do the same. They both worked (contractions got stronger), but labor never progressed.
Saturday I was scheduled for a non-stress test on the baby to make sure she was still doing fine and dandy all bundled up in my tummy. My big sister, Bambi, made the two hour drive from her house to come with us, hoping for a baby that day. I told Betty, one of our midwives, about my contractions. Her reaction was one I could have expected but was still disappointed to see- she wasn't excited. She wasn't jumping out of her skin to check me to see if I was in active labor. Obviously these were early signs of a baby coming, but it wasn't anything to call Grandma about. I wanted to cry, but I didn't... yet. Bambi drove back home and we did the same... discouraged, frustrated, and impatient. I cried (then) to Kip that I was angry with God. We had prayed for an early delivery and here we were, two weeks overdue. Saturday was not a fun day.
Sunday morning, 4:00 A.M. More contractions, but this time I couldn't sleep through them. They actually... hurt. Hmmm, okay. So I got out of bed, but left Kip snoozing. I didn't want to wake him for another false alarm. I drank a glass of water and used a contraction timer app to see how far apart they were. (Thank the Lord for whoever invented that!) 8 minutes, then 6, then 11, then 15. Huh? Not consistent, but they were strong enough at 6:00 A.M. that I decided to make Kip some breakfast and coffee and wake him up. I sent my sister a text message telling her that it seemed like this was finally the real deal, but not to leave her house yet. What did she do? She started driving, of course. :)
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I wanted to labor at home as long as I could without risking having the baby in the car or on the front porch of the birth center. :) I tried to hold off calling the midwife until I absolutely had to. My Mom and sister arrived at our apartment around 9 A.M. We all hung out in the living room as I continued to have contractions that were about 8-10 minutes apart. In between them I would laugh and joke with my family, but as soon as one came on I was holding Kip's hand and really focusing on getting through them.
Kip and I decided to take a walk around the apartment complex to encourage the contractions- thankfully it was a beautiful day. Texas weather in January... Gotta love it! Every so often we would have to stop and I would hang from Kip's shoulders and wait for the contraction to pass. Things were picking up.
I was encouraged to eat while I was still able to, so I requested one of my favorites- New York Sub Hub. :) Yes, that's a Dr Pepper... Don't judge me because I drank DP while in labor. Don't. Even.
Afterwards, I decided to give the midwife a call. Contractions were strong enough and close enough that I felt it was time. It was 12:30 in the afternoon. I stepped out on the balcony and hoped she'd answer before another contraction came. It rang, and rang, and rang... but there was no answer...
What happens next?! Did she ever answer the phone? Did Kip deliver our baby at home?? Or did I even HAVE a baby and I'm just really great at hiding a 13 month pregnant belly?!
When we first found out we were pregnant, we knew we had to decide where we wanted to deliver. At a hospital? At a birth center? At home? We had lots of things to consider, but it basically always comes down to one question: drugs or no drugs? We ended up deciding on a natural water birth in a birth center for many reasons (which I'll go into later). The birth center we chose was a beautiful little house with two rooms for delivering babes. (They have a smaller client base than a hospital, so two rooms is plenty! They rarely need them both at the same time...)
In the main birth room there is a big, beautiful tub for labor and delivery, should you choose to use it. It is surrounded by soft, sheer curtains that drape overhead and is next to a large, comfy bed. Compared to a stark white hospital room with monitors and IV's and beeping machine things... I was a big fan of this room! Every time we walked in there I would hug Kip and imagine how our perfect water birth would be.
Well, that was what I imagined.
This is our story.
I started to feel contractions coming on sometime Friday morning (nearly two weeks overdue) after Kip left for work at 10 A.M. They were consistently 10 minutes apart, but not painful at all. I called my Mom to come keep me company. I thought, "Surely this is it!" and I didn't want to be by myself for "it!" Mom and I did some cleaning and organizing, trying to occupy both our minds with something else. I guess we hoped if we were keeping busy, I would suddenly go into major labor or my water would break or something. (I was this close to going to the trampoline store...) I sent Kip a text message, letting him know what was going on but that I didn't think he needed to come home yet. I should have known better- the poor man couldn't focus on anything after that! Good gosh his wife is in labor and he's an hour away!?! He ended up coming home a few hours early and getting his shift covered for the next day. Surely we'd have a baby by then!
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| iPhone panorama of the main birth room and my goofy husband. :) |
Contractions came and went. I used the breast pump to try to encourage stronger contractions, and I drank some disgusting-tasting herbal tea that is supposed to do the same. They both worked (contractions got stronger), but labor never progressed.
Saturday I was scheduled for a non-stress test on the baby to make sure she was still doing fine and dandy all bundled up in my tummy. My big sister, Bambi, made the two hour drive from her house to come with us, hoping for a baby that day. I told Betty, one of our midwives, about my contractions. Her reaction was one I could have expected but was still disappointed to see- she wasn't excited. She wasn't jumping out of her skin to check me to see if I was in active labor. Obviously these were early signs of a baby coming, but it wasn't anything to call Grandma about. I wanted to cry, but I didn't... yet. Bambi drove back home and we did the same... discouraged, frustrated, and impatient. I cried (then) to Kip that I was angry with God. We had prayed for an early delivery and here we were, two weeks overdue. Saturday was not a fun day.
Sunday morning, 4:00 A.M. More contractions, but this time I couldn't sleep through them. They actually... hurt. Hmmm, okay. So I got out of bed, but left Kip snoozing. I didn't want to wake him for another false alarm. I drank a glass of water and used a contraction timer app to see how far apart they were. (Thank the Lord for whoever invented that!) 8 minutes, then 6, then 11, then 15. Huh? Not consistent, but they were strong enough at 6:00 A.M. that I decided to make Kip some breakfast and coffee and wake him up. I sent my sister a text message telling her that it seemed like this was finally the real deal, but not to leave her house yet. What did she do? She started driving, of course. :)
I wanted to labor at home as long as I could without risking having the baby in the car or on the front porch of the birth center. :) I tried to hold off calling the midwife until I absolutely had to. My Mom and sister arrived at our apartment around 9 A.M. We all hung out in the living room as I continued to have contractions that were about 8-10 minutes apart. In between them I would laugh and joke with my family, but as soon as one came on I was holding Kip's hand and really focusing on getting through them.
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| Kip timing my contractions... Not checking Facebook. ;) |
During this time, my sister (who has had 8 babies of her own) gave me some advice- little did she know I would hold onto her words for (what felt like) dear life! She told me that when the contractions were coming one after the other, and it didn't seem I was getting a "break" and I wanted to quit, I had to remember to "keep it together." She said the only thing I could do to make labor more difficult was to lose control of my emotions. I took her words to heart and they stayed with me for the rest of my labor. Sidenote: I think this is good advice for anyone, whether you're having a natural birth, C-Section, Epidural, whatever!
Kip and I decided to take a walk around the apartment complex to encourage the contractions- thankfully it was a beautiful day. Texas weather in January... Gotta love it! Every so often we would have to stop and I would hang from Kip's shoulders and wait for the contraction to pass. Things were picking up.
Afterwards, I decided to give the midwife a call. Contractions were strong enough and close enough that I felt it was time. It was 12:30 in the afternoon. I stepped out on the balcony and hoped she'd answer before another contraction came. It rang, and rang, and rang... but there was no answer...
What happens next?! Did she ever answer the phone? Did Kip deliver our baby at home?? Or did I even HAVE a baby and I'm just really great at hiding a 13 month pregnant belly?!
-To Be Continued-
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Overwhelming Contentment
Last weekend was our church's big Missions Conference. It is my favorite event our church has because they bring all (or most) of the missionaries home for a time of regrouping, resting, and catching up with family, friends, and supporters. We had great speakers and smaller group sessions with missionaries, hearing stories from the field and being encouraged by them to know what "missions" really is.
Sunday evening was the final service for "Missions Sunday," the finale of the whole weekend. At the end of the service, one of our pastors did a "missionary role call" and announced every missionary we have, and those who were home came out onto the stage - including my Mom and Dad. It was almost solemn as each family came onto the stage, announced by name and country in which they serve. After each had been announced and found a place on the stage, they were celebrated with a standing ovation from the congregation. As we all stood, several missionaries sang the simple song "God Is So Good" in the language of the nation they serve in. Afterward, the congregation was invited to join in English while each missionary continued in their country's language. This is a song I know well in English and Romanian, but I only made it through one, maybe two lines. We all stood facing each other - foreign missionaries facing the home church, all singing together to the same God. It was beautiful.
But... I half expected to look upon that group of missionaries and feel like I was missing out. A year or two ago, I know I would have. This time I stood... facing them, but not separate from them. I was a different part of the same body. As each family stood with their "team" for the sake of the Gospel in different places, I realized I stood with mine. I stood with my husband, my little daughter, and my church - not as foreign missionaries, but as missionaries whom God has called to stay at home. (How do I know that? Because we're here!) The expectation I had to feel "left out" was replaced by an overwhelming sense of true contentment. This was something I had never experienced before, and my emotions couldn't handle it. I sobbed. People saw. And I was only a little embarrassed.
Maybe one day, God will move us to another place to serve. Right now, He has us in Denton, TX and I've never been so content in my life. Our job remains the same no matter where we are - to share the Gospel. My dad describes once when he was sitting in a Romanian home on a hard couch, talking about Jesus with a family. In his heart, he was hit with the truth of realizing he was exactly in God's will. I can only assume this is the same peace he had.
Now, it is a matter of learning exactly how we are to be faithful here, which will come with time, prayer, and obedience. I hope to take advantage of the training our church has to offer. I hope to use the time we've been given to learn and grow together as a married couple and a young family, and that we learn to see the challenges we face as opportunities for growth. We will be faithful to tend our sheep until Goliath comes and God brings us out to fight him. His timing is perfect and His plan is so much bigger than us.
Sunday evening was the final service for "Missions Sunday," the finale of the whole weekend. At the end of the service, one of our pastors did a "missionary role call" and announced every missionary we have, and those who were home came out onto the stage - including my Mom and Dad. It was almost solemn as each family came onto the stage, announced by name and country in which they serve. After each had been announced and found a place on the stage, they were celebrated with a standing ovation from the congregation. As we all stood, several missionaries sang the simple song "God Is So Good" in the language of the nation they serve in. Afterward, the congregation was invited to join in English while each missionary continued in their country's language. This is a song I know well in English and Romanian, but I only made it through one, maybe two lines. We all stood facing each other - foreign missionaries facing the home church, all singing together to the same God. It was beautiful.
But... I half expected to look upon that group of missionaries and feel like I was missing out. A year or two ago, I know I would have. This time I stood... facing them, but not separate from them. I was a different part of the same body. As each family stood with their "team" for the sake of the Gospel in different places, I realized I stood with mine. I stood with my husband, my little daughter, and my church - not as foreign missionaries, but as missionaries whom God has called to stay at home. (How do I know that? Because we're here!) The expectation I had to feel "left out" was replaced by an overwhelming sense of true contentment. This was something I had never experienced before, and my emotions couldn't handle it. I sobbed. People saw. And I was only a little embarrassed.
Maybe one day, God will move us to another place to serve. Right now, He has us in Denton, TX and I've never been so content in my life. Our job remains the same no matter where we are - to share the Gospel. My dad describes once when he was sitting in a Romanian home on a hard couch, talking about Jesus with a family. In his heart, he was hit with the truth of realizing he was exactly in God's will. I can only assume this is the same peace he had.
Now, it is a matter of learning exactly how we are to be faithful here, which will come with time, prayer, and obedience. I hope to take advantage of the training our church has to offer. I hope to use the time we've been given to learn and grow together as a married couple and a young family, and that we learn to see the challenges we face as opportunities for growth. We will be faithful to tend our sheep until Goliath comes and God brings us out to fight him. His timing is perfect and His plan is so much bigger than us.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Three Years: A Testimony
I’m writing because I’m nearly at my wits’ end. I’m writing because I’m impatient. I’m writing because God feels distant. I’m writing because I need to remember.
Three years ago, January 16th, 2010, I wrote this in my journal:
“I prayed for a long time that God would reveal my sin to me. Little did I know how great my stench really was.”
I then wrote out an honest, heartbroken, repentant prayer to the Lord in which I said, “I want to be with You, and that’s all I know right now.”
For my whole life, up until around the time I graduated High School, I had never known what life without the Lord could be like. I’m not certain whether I knew him personally or not, but I knew about Him, what He could do, what He had done, and that He loved me so much that he died to save me. My surroundings were filled with Him. My teachers, my family, my coaches, and my friends all constantly spoke of Him, taught about Him, and loved Him. I was comfortable in the culture where I could play a part and be easily accepted by those around me. That is, until my Senior year of High School, when I began to ask questions. They all basically boiled down to one big question: "Who's to say this is all true?" I began to realize that my entire concept of Christ was bound up in my circumstances -- at the time, that meant the Christian school I had attended since age ten. I knew I was about to leave that place, and I wasn’t sure how to leave and take Christ with me to somewhere totally new. I was in a Christian family, I was in a good church and I was in a Christian school. But was I in Christ? I had several great teachers walking through my questions and frustrations with me (people I still talk to and admire today), but I think they knew it was something I had to wrestle through by myself - just me and God.
I’ll be honest here - I knew I was sinful because, well, everyone said everyone was. But in my mind, I never saw my sin as something that was “that bad.” (Man, looking back... I was way, way wrong.) Like I wrote in my journal, I had often prayed that God would reveal my sin to me. He is faithful to answer prayer. He showed me.
Fast forward to the Fall of 2009, post-graduation. I was living on my own for the first time, going to community college at night and working a full-time big-girl job. I was facing heartbreak, loneliness, and a whole new place called the “real world.” Suddenly the pillars of what my life had been built on had disappeared, and I felt very alone. As God started to reveal my sin to me, I didn’t recognize the answer to my prayer. I saw my inadequacy and wanted to hide. I shut out my family and my Christian friends so I could hide who I was finding out that I really was. I found other friends who seemed to “accept” me.
I specifically remember thinking, “I’m tired of trying.” I was always trying to get someone’s approval. Especially God’s. And especially that of those around me who saw me as a “good Christian.” So, I gave up and decided to stop trying. I chose to dip my toes into the waters of the world and see if I thought I could swim.
Well, it turns out I couldn’t. While I never jumped in head-first, I continued to wade in to see how far I could go. Deep down I knew I was miserable. This was not the life I, or anyone else was made to live. But I also wasn’t completely sure what the answer was. I wasn’t sure if God would take me back. Or take me at all. Looking back on the memories I have of those months, none of them are pleasant. No matter how much fun I had in the moment, I never got rid of the misery I had in the deepest part of me.
I am so thankful for the prayers and actions of my family and those who love me. Their grace, forgiveness, and open arms to me while I wandered showed me more of Christ’s love than I had ever seen before. They weren’t loving the “me” that I thought was so spotless. They were choosing to love the “me” that was rebellious, confused, and dirty. I moved back home with good ol’ Mom and Dad and began reading my Bible and a book called “Pursued by the Shepherd” by Karon Phillips Goodman. Around that time, I also began attending services at The Village Church in Denton. I only knew a few people there, but I think that was what I needed. Somewhere new. I was searching out Truth for myself, but I had to do it in unfamiliar territory. Matt Chandler is a wonderful teacher. I enjoyed listening to his sermons, and I loved the music they worshipped with. One Sunday he preached on 1 John 1. This is the passage of Scripture that finally made everything make sense:
“If we say we have fellowship with Him while we walk in darkness, we lie and do not practice the truth. But if we walk in the light, as He is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Christ his son cleanses us from all sin. If we say we have no sin we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” -1 John 1:6-9
That night I prayed that God would make me His follower. He did. I finally realized I couldn't be perfect, but I didn't have to be. The months that followed were still difficult. I still struggled with many of the same sins for a long time, but the Scripture held fast: If we confess, He is faithful and just to forgive and cleanse us. I did not become a better person overnight. But overnight I understood where to take my sins, and that they were completely forgiven. (This still blows my mind...)
Now, three years later, my world looks a lot different. I sit here in my own home, married to a wonderful man I don’t deserve and waiting on our first little one to make her appearance. I had hoped she’d be born today, to share a sort of “birthday” with me, but God has His own plans. Looking back on the last three years, I can see how He has progressively sanctified me. I’ve honestly still struggled with many of the same sins that I always have, some seasons more than others. But nothing about God has
changed. He has remained the same, no matter what circumstance I’m in. I’m so thankful that He is my Shepherd. He sought me when I was the one lost little sheep. He bound my wounds and made me stand on a high place. I love Him.
I remember my affliction and my wandering,
the bitterness and the gall.
I well remember them,
and my soul is downcast within me.
Yet this I call to mind
and therefore I have hope:
the bitterness and the gall.
I well remember them,
and my soul is downcast within me.
Yet this I call to mind
and therefore I have hope:
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”
-Lamentations 3:19-24
Thursday, December 6, 2012
The 34th Week
This week (Wait, what day is it today? .... Thursday. Got it.) is flying by like the rest. I'm desperately praying that God allows this little girl to be born safely around 38 weeks (and all the Mama's laugh at this first-time prego). I know that it is most common for first time mothers to deliver up to two weeks past their due date, but I'm still asking that God will bring her to our arms sooner than that. The reason being that hubs will (Lord willing) be going back to school full time in the Spring and still working his 40-50 hr/week job, all around the same time Rosie girl is due to arrive. Yikes! I would just really like to have some time with all of us at home as a new family before things get crazy. The Lord is sovereign and will bring her to us when the time is right. I'm just praying that the time is a little before or a little after Christmas. ;)
Stepping back and looking at the last few months, I can't help but see the Lord's sweetness in every aspect of our lives. It's this wonderful, intermingling pattern of our needs (and even wants!) coming to the surface, and then being met by His sweet grace. He has never, ever let us fall.
I lost a job, he brought Kip a new (and better!) one.
We needed groceries, and that same week some dear friends of ours gave us frozen beef from their cattle. They had no idea, and now we STILL have steak in the freezer!
He has made it to where we have been able to pay for everything out of pocket: tuition, birth center fees, rent, etc... We may scrape the bottom of the barrel sometimes, but we've never come up short! (Luke 6:38)
I started running out of clothes that fit (ha), and my mom, my sweet sister, my best friend, and my cousin all randomly gave me maternity clothes at different times! Sometimes a girl just needs a refreshed wardrobe, even if that means something second-hand. That was such a huge relief to my heart. Not to mention my sis gave me the gift of a shopping trip for new bras this week! Helloooo! Is there anything better than new undies?! ;)
My best friend was able to drive six hours to come throw me a baby shower. It was so precious, and I was so thankful to spend the time with her! (She's the queen of party-throwing, people.) Kip's parents bought us the car seat we wanted, and my Aunt purchased the bedding for the crib. (Which should come by UPS sometime today! Eee!) People also gave us children's books to start our little collection, as well as great toys, diapers, etc...
God has provided things on our registry in so many different ways than just a baby shower. Things we've received for free or waaay cheaper than the price on our registry include: a cradle, three bins full of baby girl clothes, a boppy pillow, a stroller, a hot mama wrap, a baby swing, a play-gym, a bouncy seat, and a changing pad. All these things are thanks to two sisters with babies who have grown out of them, and a few items from Mommy groups on Facebook. Wheee!
I just sit here and look around our apartment, and it hits me that I have done nothing to deserve or earn any of this. Thank you to all who have given to us and to little Rosemary. I'm so humbled by the Lord, and thankful to know Him. I'm thankful for the little baby with her little hands and feet constantly poking me in the side. It is all His grace. I hope I never forget.
Stepping back and looking at the last few months, I can't help but see the Lord's sweetness in every aspect of our lives. It's this wonderful, intermingling pattern of our needs (and even wants!) coming to the surface, and then being met by His sweet grace. He has never, ever let us fall.
I lost a job, he brought Kip a new (and better!) one.
We needed groceries, and that same week some dear friends of ours gave us frozen beef from their cattle. They had no idea, and now we STILL have steak in the freezer!
He has made it to where we have been able to pay for everything out of pocket: tuition, birth center fees, rent, etc... We may scrape the bottom of the barrel sometimes, but we've never come up short! (Luke 6:38)
I started running out of clothes that fit (ha), and my mom, my sweet sister, my best friend, and my cousin all randomly gave me maternity clothes at different times! Sometimes a girl just needs a refreshed wardrobe, even if that means something second-hand. That was such a huge relief to my heart. Not to mention my sis gave me the gift of a shopping trip for new bras this week! Helloooo! Is there anything better than new undies?! ;)
My best friend was able to drive six hours to come throw me a baby shower. It was so precious, and I was so thankful to spend the time with her! (She's the queen of party-throwing, people.) Kip's parents bought us the car seat we wanted, and my Aunt purchased the bedding for the crib. (Which should come by UPS sometime today! Eee!) People also gave us children's books to start our little collection, as well as great toys, diapers, etc...
God has provided things on our registry in so many different ways than just a baby shower. Things we've received for free or waaay cheaper than the price on our registry include: a cradle, three bins full of baby girl clothes, a boppy pillow, a stroller, a hot mama wrap, a baby swing, a play-gym, a bouncy seat, and a changing pad. All these things are thanks to two sisters with babies who have grown out of them, and a few items from Mommy groups on Facebook. Wheee!
I just sit here and look around our apartment, and it hits me that I have done nothing to deserve or earn any of this. Thank you to all who have given to us and to little Rosemary. I'm so humbled by the Lord, and thankful to know Him. I'm thankful for the little baby with her little hands and feet constantly poking me in the side. It is all His grace. I hope I never forget.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Splat.
Three, four, maybe five days will go by, and I'll be doing great. Bouncing around the apartment, cleaning, reading, learning, memorizing scripture, praying... and loving it. Throw in the occasional nap, time to make dinner for the hubs, and my days are (pretty much) full.
But sometimes... something creeps up on me. Call it fatigue, call it laziness, call it discontentment, or just chock it up to hormones. Sometimes it's a horrible mix of all of those things, but most days it starts with one and slowly becomes the others. It will start with a day where I'm so tired that I can't even focus on the words on the pages of my Bible, so I sleep that day. I'll get up in time to make some dinner for the two of us, and shortly after it's bed time.
The next day, I enjoyed my restful day so much the day before, I decide to take another one. But this time, instead of sleep, I may sit down in front of my favorite TV show on Netflix. Before I know it, half of the day has gone by and I haven't done a single thing! Leftovers sound pretty good for dinner....
By day three of this downward spiral, I'm frustrated with myself for the time I've wasted. I'm discontent in where I am, what I'm doing, and thinking, "Why on Earth am I a stay at home wife?!"Cue the hormones and the waterworks... and then I'm completely useless and Kip is trying to comfort me, wondering where in the world this all came from. Can we go out to eat so I can console myself with a huge plate of fajitas?
I am just like the Israelites, who constantly forgot their God, what He had done for them, and what He had promised them. Forgetting, struggling, remembering, praising... Forgetting, struggling... I am so thankful that God is so faithful, because I have no hope outside of him.
There you go. Splat. A blog post that I've basically thrown onto the wall haphazardly and hoping it sticks. Maybe one day in the middle of one of these spirals, I'll get to go back and read this and remember how silly I am, and I'll be able to repent quickly and shake myself out of it. ;)
But sometimes... something creeps up on me. Call it fatigue, call it laziness, call it discontentment, or just chock it up to hormones. Sometimes it's a horrible mix of all of those things, but most days it starts with one and slowly becomes the others. It will start with a day where I'm so tired that I can't even focus on the words on the pages of my Bible, so I sleep that day. I'll get up in time to make some dinner for the two of us, and shortly after it's bed time.
The next day, I enjoyed my restful day so much the day before, I decide to take another one. But this time, instead of sleep, I may sit down in front of my favorite TV show on Netflix. Before I know it, half of the day has gone by and I haven't done a single thing! Leftovers sound pretty good for dinner....
By day three of this downward spiral, I'm frustrated with myself for the time I've wasted. I'm discontent in where I am, what I'm doing, and thinking, "Why on Earth am I a stay at home wife?!"Cue the hormones and the waterworks... and then I'm completely useless and Kip is trying to comfort me, wondering where in the world this all came from. Can we go out to eat so I can console myself with a huge plate of fajitas?
I am just like the Israelites, who constantly forgot their God, what He had done for them, and what He had promised them. Forgetting, struggling, remembering, praising... Forgetting, struggling... I am so thankful that God is so faithful, because I have no hope outside of him.
There you go. Splat. A blog post that I've basically thrown onto the wall haphazardly and hoping it sticks. Maybe one day in the middle of one of these spirals, I'll get to go back and read this and remember how silly I am, and I'll be able to repent quickly and shake myself out of it. ;)
Friday, November 9, 2012
A Lot of Questions
Hello all,
Today my brain is turning over so many questions. I often need to write things out to really think them through, but typing is much faster and can keep up with my thoughts much better. This may be a long post, but I hope it is useful to all of us, and I hope I can get some opinions/answers/more thoughts on it all.
First of all, here is where my thought trail begins: the world we live in today is a completely different world than it was 15, 30, 50 years ago. Today, we are all connected through so many social media outlets. Facebook allows us to "keep up" with people we wouldn't normally "keep up" with. Twitter allows us to read others deep, humorous, or informational thoughts and share them with others, or to post our own. Instagram allows us to share pictures of our feet on the sidewalk and our lunches for that day. (Just kidding, I love Instagram!) One idea can travel thousands of miles and touch millions of people, thanks to Youtube, as well as these various forms of media. We spend so much time "connected" to people via the internet, without really being connected to people. (Check yourself next time you're tweeting or instagram-ing while out to dinner with a friend. How many times do you check your phone? Are you really with the person you're posting about, or is your brain too busy being "social?") What was life like before all of these new inventions? Well, I don't really know or remember. But I can assure you, time spent with people was spent with people. Being "social" didn't mean sitting behind a computer screen or smart phone, and communication was more than 140-character messages. People wrote letters (New Testament, anyone?), spoke to one another, and read books. And I know this: when people had a cause to stand up for, they spoke to people about it. I can't imagine Martin Luther King Jr. accomplishing what he did by debating with his opposers on Facebook. The thought is almost humorous. I can't imagine Paul writing a letter to the church in Corinth via Twitter, hash-tagging #Corinth so everyone could read it. All I'm saying is, people knew how to communicate well. And sometimes I wonder, have we lost a vital skill? Are we out of practice? Perhaps we have pruned the synapses in our brains too far, and our focus for the written word has become a little shorter?
Now, all that to say: I understand that there are definite pro's to new technology. We can communicate important information much quicker than we could before. Imminent storms, national security threats, invitations to events, information available for research, good news from loved ones, etc... I mean, today I played "Words With Friends" with my Dad who lives in Romania while we were on Skype. Years ago, missionaries waited months to receive letters from family and friends, if they were able to communicate with them at all. These are all good things.
But are some things not fit for Facebook? So many controversial subjects are constantly being debated online, and where I seem to see the most heartache, arguing, and anger is via Facebook. Subjects such as politics, abortion, gay rights, and many others are being argued about via lengthy battles of comments, trailing down someone's profile. Every once in a while, I have inserted myself in an on-going debate on a particular subject. But what I have found is this: Facebook, by definition, is set up to be about self. An individual will post what he/she thinks, wants, feels, or knows. He/she will post pictures of his/herself, statuses, or notes that project an image that he/she wants people to see. Facebook is set up to show off "me" (or at least the "me" I want others to see). And this plays into most people's conversations or debates online. No one is there to read or learn. Everyone is there to say something. The few times I have inserted an opinion or a proven fact, no one listens. Everyone is there to prove their own point, and I've never seen anyone come away from any of those debates with a better worldview, opinion, or mood. Can we really effectively communicate truth within the limitations of social media? Would efforts be more effective by real live face-to-face conversations with people? (Insert your cause here: the Gospel, politics, abortion, women's rights, gay rights...) The written word can be read and misunderstood in so many different ways, that a simple sentence that one person meant as kind or factual can be taken as rude or angry. There is too much room for miscommunication.
That's where another question comes in: is it worth it? Is it worth posting something that is true, when there is so much goofy junk being posted already? (Don't misunderstand me: the question is not whether or not truth is worth standing up for. It is whether or not Facebook or other media is the place to do it.) Let me give you some examples. Anyone remember the Kony 2012 campaign? This was a video that immediately went viral, and was supposed to start a movement. As it turns out, the maker of said video turned out to be a little looney, and the facts of the issue seemed to be mistaken. (Apparently the "movement" has someone continued, though with less enthusiasm than it originally produced due to much controversy.) How about the various memes posted about our President or other political figures in the spotlight? Or what about pictures of Jesus arm-wrestling Satan, or something similar? (lol) Just because a picture with bright red words on it says something, does that make it true? Or does it even communicate a point effectively? If there is truth out there in the sea of memes, viral videos, and popular beliefs, would it really be heard by anyone who didn't already take that stance in the first place?
Now, I want to point something out specifically to those who believe in the authority of the Bible. 2 Timothy 2:23-25 says this:
Christians, what is our place? Scripture clearly indicates how we are to go about sharing truth. Can we really do this online?
Even if you are not a Christian, how do you receive messages put forth by pictures such as these:
My fear is this: we will automatically accept something as truth if we already think along those lines, even if it isn't true or we haven't researched it at all. We act on our emotional ties (don't kill grandma!) instead of reason.
Sorry for the long post, but I hope I communicated my questions and thoughts clearly. I only want to encourage the body towards what leads to unity and mutual edification, and everyone toward a possibly better form of communication and learning. Please share thoughts, comments, and other questions with me. I'm a youngster with a lot of thoughts and a lot of questions.
Love,
Hannah
Today my brain is turning over so many questions. I often need to write things out to really think them through, but typing is much faster and can keep up with my thoughts much better. This may be a long post, but I hope it is useful to all of us, and I hope I can get some opinions/answers/more thoughts on it all.
First of all, here is where my thought trail begins: the world we live in today is a completely different world than it was 15, 30, 50 years ago. Today, we are all connected through so many social media outlets. Facebook allows us to "keep up" with people we wouldn't normally "keep up" with. Twitter allows us to read others deep, humorous, or informational thoughts and share them with others, or to post our own. Instagram allows us to share pictures of our feet on the sidewalk and our lunches for that day. (Just kidding, I love Instagram!) One idea can travel thousands of miles and touch millions of people, thanks to Youtube, as well as these various forms of media. We spend so much time "connected" to people via the internet, without really being connected to people. (Check yourself next time you're tweeting or instagram-ing while out to dinner with a friend. How many times do you check your phone? Are you really with the person you're posting about, or is your brain too busy being "social?") What was life like before all of these new inventions? Well, I don't really know or remember. But I can assure you, time spent with people was spent with people. Being "social" didn't mean sitting behind a computer screen or smart phone, and communication was more than 140-character messages. People wrote letters (New Testament, anyone?), spoke to one another, and read books. And I know this: when people had a cause to stand up for, they spoke to people about it. I can't imagine Martin Luther King Jr. accomplishing what he did by debating with his opposers on Facebook. The thought is almost humorous. I can't imagine Paul writing a letter to the church in Corinth via Twitter, hash-tagging #Corinth so everyone could read it. All I'm saying is, people knew how to communicate well. And sometimes I wonder, have we lost a vital skill? Are we out of practice? Perhaps we have pruned the synapses in our brains too far, and our focus for the written word has become a little shorter?
Now, all that to say: I understand that there are definite pro's to new technology. We can communicate important information much quicker than we could before. Imminent storms, national security threats, invitations to events, information available for research, good news from loved ones, etc... I mean, today I played "Words With Friends" with my Dad who lives in Romania while we were on Skype. Years ago, missionaries waited months to receive letters from family and friends, if they were able to communicate with them at all. These are all good things.
But are some things not fit for Facebook? So many controversial subjects are constantly being debated online, and where I seem to see the most heartache, arguing, and anger is via Facebook. Subjects such as politics, abortion, gay rights, and many others are being argued about via lengthy battles of comments, trailing down someone's profile. Every once in a while, I have inserted myself in an on-going debate on a particular subject. But what I have found is this: Facebook, by definition, is set up to be about self. An individual will post what he/she thinks, wants, feels, or knows. He/she will post pictures of his/herself, statuses, or notes that project an image that he/she wants people to see. Facebook is set up to show off "me" (or at least the "me" I want others to see). And this plays into most people's conversations or debates online. No one is there to read or learn. Everyone is there to say something. The few times I have inserted an opinion or a proven fact, no one listens. Everyone is there to prove their own point, and I've never seen anyone come away from any of those debates with a better worldview, opinion, or mood. Can we really effectively communicate truth within the limitations of social media? Would efforts be more effective by real live face-to-face conversations with people? (Insert your cause here: the Gospel, politics, abortion, women's rights, gay rights...) The written word can be read and misunderstood in so many different ways, that a simple sentence that one person meant as kind or factual can be taken as rude or angry. There is too much room for miscommunication.
That's where another question comes in: is it worth it? Is it worth posting something that is true, when there is so much goofy junk being posted already? (Don't misunderstand me: the question is not whether or not truth is worth standing up for. It is whether or not Facebook or other media is the place to do it.) Let me give you some examples. Anyone remember the Kony 2012 campaign? This was a video that immediately went viral, and was supposed to start a movement. As it turns out, the maker of said video turned out to be a little looney, and the facts of the issue seemed to be mistaken. (Apparently the "movement" has someone continued, though with less enthusiasm than it originally produced due to much controversy.) How about the various memes posted about our President or other political figures in the spotlight? Or what about pictures of Jesus arm-wrestling Satan, or something similar? (lol) Just because a picture with bright red words on it says something, does that make it true? Or does it even communicate a point effectively? If there is truth out there in the sea of memes, viral videos, and popular beliefs, would it really be heard by anyone who didn't already take that stance in the first place?
Now, I want to point something out specifically to those who believe in the authority of the Bible. 2 Timothy 2:23-25 says this:
"Have nothing to do with foolish, ignorant controversies; you know that they breed quarrels. And the Lord's servant must not be quarrelsome but kind to everyone, able to teach, patiently enduring evil, correcting his opponents with gentleness. God may perhaps grant them repentance leading to a knowledge of truth..."
Christians, what is our place? Scripture clearly indicates how we are to go about sharing truth. Can we really do this online?
Even if you are not a Christian, how do you receive messages put forth by pictures such as these:
My fear is this: we will automatically accept something as truth if we already think along those lines, even if it isn't true or we haven't researched it at all. We act on our emotional ties (don't kill grandma!) instead of reason.
Sorry for the long post, but I hope I communicated my questions and thoughts clearly. I only want to encourage the body towards what leads to unity and mutual edification, and everyone toward a possibly better form of communication and learning. Please share thoughts, comments, and other questions with me. I'm a youngster with a lot of thoughts and a lot of questions.
Love,
Hannah
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
And we shall call her...
Rosemary Louise Staton.
(Rosemary: Latin; "dew of the sea")
(Louise: German; "famous warrior")
When we first got pregnant, we both really thought it would be a boy. We weren't sure why, it was just an initial feeling. But as weeks went on and I started to show a little more, I really felt like it was a girl. Something about the way I was carrying her and the way I felt made me change my mind. We both knew we would be happy with whichever, but we were dying to know. When we finally found out, I thought Kip was going to either faint or jump around the room with joy. He's a Daddy to a little girl.
Of course, we had already picked a boy name but hadn't even come close to choosing a girl name. So, we started throwing a few names around, but never could decide on anything. Rosemary had always been an idea, but we weren't ready to commit to a decision yet. One evening, my friend, Carol, mentioned a friend of hers with a little girl called "Rosie-Lou." Her full name was Rosemary Louise, but the cute little nickname had stuck with her. Well, it stuck with me too, and the more Kip and I talked about it, the more we loved it.
You see, these are our grandmothers' names. I can't believe we didn't think of it sooner! They are both so special to us, and I just love the classic names. The more we talked about the name and about the baby, the more the two became synonymous. "Oohf, Rosie just kicked me in the rib." "I can't wait to take Rosie to such-and-such place." "When Rosie gets here..."
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| My Grandma (Mildred Louise) and I at Easter 2 years ago. |
Rosemary is Kip's Grandma (in the video), and Louise is the middle name of my Grandma. Both of their reactions when we told them were priceless... and I'm so glad we got video of at least one of them! And of course, Louise is also the middle name of both of our Mothers! I love the meanings of both of the names, dew of the sea and famous warrior. So soft and strong at the same time, like we pray our little one will be.
My little Rosebud,
You're only a few weeks from your grand entrance to the world, and you have so many people here who love you already. You are named after four precious, beautiful, strong women, and I know you'll be the same. We can't wait to watch you grow, smile, and laugh. We can't wait for girly little dresses, silly made up dances and trips to the gun range with your Daddy. He's already knows you'll be a perfect shot. And I already know you'll be the cutest one out there. I'm praying for you, so very often. I long for the day you're in my arms. Keep growing, but don't make us wait too long. :)
I love you,
Mama.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Thirty Week Feelings
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| 30 weeks! |
Today, I am thirty weeks along in my pregnancy!! Eeeee! :) Six weeks 'til full term and ten weeks 'til due date! I'm so, so ready for little lady to get here. Pregnancy has taken a big turn for me over the last few weeks. It's starting to feel a little less cute and a lot more uncomfortable. Baby girl has decided that she loves curling up right under the right side of my ribcage, and staying there for as long as she can. Especially during car rides. ;) My back and hips have started complaining about the extra weight they're supporting, and lo and behold, morning sickness decided to wait until the end to rear its ugly head. :( It has been so tempting to fall into a "woe is me!" attitude, but then I realize that six to ten (to twelve) weeks of "woe" does not sound fun. I'm trying my best to stay busy and positive and prayerful.
We took a trip last week to East Texas to visit my older sisters. I hadn't seen either of them in months, so the visit was long overdue. Both of them blessed me with hand-me-down baby clothes and a few new maternity shirts. I spent nearly all day Friday organizing baby clothes and putting away different sizes in their appropriate places. [Little lady, you owe your sweet cousins Arabella and Avalee a big thank you for all the cute onesies and dresses you got from them! Don't worry, I hugged and kissed them enough for the both of us. :)] And the maternity clothes were a sweet relief to me, as I've started putting away even more clothes that don't fit and am trying my best to (literally) stretch my wardrobe to last me these last couple months. I officially retired my favorite jeans yesterday. :( It's elastic waistbands for me for the rest of the year!
I recently came across this blog (thanks to Pinterest!) and I really think it's the best advice I've read on dressing well while pregnant. I've had a hard time finding maternity clothes that I really liked, so I've continued to wear a lot of my normal clothes until just recently. I wish I had read this at the beginning of my pregnancy. I could have probably saved some money and frustration by following some of her simple ideas. Next time around, I know what to go for. ;)
[On that note, can I make a point here? Comparison TRULY is the thief of joy. Sometimes I see these cute prego ladies on these blogs, and think, "Yeah! I can do that!" But, when it comes time to get ready to go out somewhere, a lot of times I feel inadequate and frumpy because of what's in my closet and how it looks on my ever-changing body. The truth is, the Lord has made women beautiful. My sweet husband tells me all the time how pretty he thinks I am, and even if I have a hard time believing it, I need to hear it. I promise, your man and your Heavenly Father don't think you are frumpy or ugly or flawed because you don't look like the picture you have in your head (whether you're pregnant or not!). Don't be lazy, but don't let the enemy deceive you.]
That's all I've got for now. Any advice for a third trimester first time mama? Are there things you wish you would have known before pregnancy or birth that you know now? Please share!
Love,
Hannah
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| No make-up Monday. Is that a thing? I'm making it a thing. |
Friday, October 26, 2012
Hello, Third Trimester!
I'm dreaming today...
I'm sitting at my kitchen table, reading and smelling the fantastic aroma of dinner in the crockpot. (One of our favorites: Honey Sesame Chicken) And, every so often, I get a little kick from the littlest Staton lady, reminding me that she's there and awake! I keep dreaming about her little face, wondering who she'll look like and what color hair she'll have. I wonder what her personality will be like, and what her voice will sound like. I can't wait to hear her say "Daddy" for the first time, because I know Kip will just melt. He loves her so much already, and I think he's going to be the sweetest Daddy.
I think it took a long time for the fact that I'm pregnant to really sink in. Even when I started to feel her move for the first time, it didn't seem real. But over the last few weeks, and especially at the beginning of the third trimester, it has really hit me. We're going to have a baby in this home... soon. Her room is painted pink, her crib is set up and we have a cradle next to the bed in our room. The quiet moments Kip and I have soon won't be so quiet, and time alone will be even more of a treasure than it is now. We're soaking in every bit of our time as a family of two, while really looking forward to the family of three. :)
Our first birthing class went really well. We really enjoyed meeting the five other couples (who are all first-time parents!) and getting some encouragement and perspective from the midwives and their assistants. It really helped me realize that my body is going to do what my body is going to do. I can't worry or stress about when or how she'll come, I just have to be patient and trust that God will bring her into this world in His own way. My job is just to ride it out and let it all happen. I feel like a burden has been lifted off my shoulders... one that was never mine to bear!
"You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you." -Isaiah 26:3
I think baby girl is getting hungry (well, at least I am), so I'm off to a PB&J sandwich and some Raspberry Leaf Tea while I watch a documentary on natural childbirth. Holler! Prime-time entertainment, right there. :)
Love always,
Hannah
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| 28.5 week bump! |
I'm sitting at my kitchen table, reading and smelling the fantastic aroma of dinner in the crockpot. (One of our favorites: Honey Sesame Chicken) And, every so often, I get a little kick from the littlest Staton lady, reminding me that she's there and awake! I keep dreaming about her little face, wondering who she'll look like and what color hair she'll have. I wonder what her personality will be like, and what her voice will sound like. I can't wait to hear her say "Daddy" for the first time, because I know Kip will just melt. He loves her so much already, and I think he's going to be the sweetest Daddy.
I think it took a long time for the fact that I'm pregnant to really sink in. Even when I started to feel her move for the first time, it didn't seem real. But over the last few weeks, and especially at the beginning of the third trimester, it has really hit me. We're going to have a baby in this home... soon. Her room is painted pink, her crib is set up and we have a cradle next to the bed in our room. The quiet moments Kip and I have soon won't be so quiet, and time alone will be even more of a treasure than it is now. We're soaking in every bit of our time as a family of two, while really looking forward to the family of three. :)
Our first birthing class went really well. We really enjoyed meeting the five other couples (who are all first-time parents!) and getting some encouragement and perspective from the midwives and their assistants. It really helped me realize that my body is going to do what my body is going to do. I can't worry or stress about when or how she'll come, I just have to be patient and trust that God will bring her into this world in His own way. My job is just to ride it out and let it all happen. I feel like a burden has been lifted off my shoulders... one that was never mine to bear!
"You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you." -Isaiah 26:3
I think baby girl is getting hungry (well, at least I am), so I'm off to a PB&J sandwich and some Raspberry Leaf Tea while I watch a documentary on natural childbirth. Holler! Prime-time entertainment, right there. :)
Love always,
Hannah
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Birth videos, classes, and stories. Oh my!
Well, after watching this TED video over and over, I was inspired to watch more birth videos and read birth stories. Water births, home births, hospital births... Lots and lots of births. Some videos are edited and sweet, and make Kip say, "That didn't look so bad!" And others are raw footage that make me wince and say, "Nooooo way!!" and Kip calmly replies, "Well, Hannah, we've gotta get her out somehow."
Let's be honest. I'm scared. Of the pain, of course, but mostly of the unknown. The last part of the TED video, where you can see what the little baby's legs are doing and how she's trying to get OUT of there?! Helloooo, why did I not realize she'd be moving around and squirming during delivery too?! One story I read talked about feeling her pelvic bones shifting and making room as the baby descended into the birth canal. Whaaaat.
All that to say, my confidence is fully and completely in the Lord, and I know He'll take care of me, and that this is what He designed my body to do. But the stories still give me the goosebumps. It's all so exciting, emotional, scary, and unpredictable! One minute, I'm terrified, and the next I just can't wait. I think, if the Lord gives us more babies in the future, I'd like to have a home birth. It just sounds so much more comfortable and personal. Maybe we'll wait until we have a house so we don't scare any neighbors in our apartment complex. :)
Well, tonight is our first birthing class. Neither of us are really sure what to expect, but we're excited to get to spend some time getting to know our midwives (Jean and Betty) outside of the regular prenatal appointments. I'm a little afraid Kip and I won't be able to make it through the class without laughing... This is all so new to us, and let's be honest... sometimes conversations about bodies are just funny. I know the information will be very useful and I'm excited to learn!
Monday, October 22, 2012
It's Been A While...
So much has happened since I posted last.
1. We did move, but not til nearly a month after my last post. We've lived in our new place about three months now, and I'm finally just feeling settled. We havepictures, erhh... picture frames on the wall, furniture arranged and lightbulbs in (almost) all of our lamps. Hey, it's "home," and we love it!
2. We had an ultrasound at 18 weeks and found out we are having a little baby girl. :) We are so excited to see our little lady face-to-face in just three short months! I am 28 weeks today. Hello, third trimester!
3. I recently stopped working, and I've graduated to stay-at-home housewife and waiting-to-be Mama! I'm praying for a measure of productivity and wisdom in finances, housekeeping, and learning to PRAY. This is the first time in my life I've never had work or school to attend, so it will be a whole new world for me! God gives good gifts, and in the case of my husband-- an INCREDIBLE gift. I'm so thankful for how hard he works to go to school and work to take care of our growing little family. What a man. :)
With the extra time on my hands, I hope to read and write a lot more, whether that's books, journals, or blogs. I've gone back and forth in my mind about whether or not I feel comfortable blogging regularly. I don't have any wisdom to offer newlyweds (as I am one myself), or Mama's (as I'm learning on the fly), I can't cook like Ree and I don't homeschool (yet) like my wonderful sister Bambi. But what I can do is share stories, struggles, and lessons I learn along the way. I only hope to be a voice of encouragement, inspiration, truth, and honesty for anyone who might happen to read along with our crazy lives. If there are any other young wives/mama's out there, feeling like you're the only one who no clue what to do, you're not!! I'm here, and we can learn together. :)
Cheers!
Hannah
1. We did move, but not til nearly a month after my last post. We've lived in our new place about three months now, and I'm finally just feeling settled. We have
2. We had an ultrasound at 18 weeks and found out we are having a little baby girl. :) We are so excited to see our little lady face-to-face in just three short months! I am 28 weeks today. Hello, third trimester!
3. I recently stopped working, and I've graduated to stay-at-home housewife and waiting-to-be Mama! I'm praying for a measure of productivity and wisdom in finances, housekeeping, and learning to PRAY. This is the first time in my life I've never had work or school to attend, so it will be a whole new world for me! God gives good gifts, and in the case of my husband-- an INCREDIBLE gift. I'm so thankful for how hard he works to go to school and work to take care of our growing little family. What a man. :)
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| On our honeymoon before we left to come back home. |
With the extra time on my hands, I hope to read and write a lot more, whether that's books, journals, or blogs. I've gone back and forth in my mind about whether or not I feel comfortable blogging regularly. I don't have any wisdom to offer newlyweds (as I am one myself), or Mama's (as I'm learning on the fly), I can't cook like Ree and I don't homeschool (yet) like my wonderful sister Bambi. But what I can do is share stories, struggles, and lessons I learn along the way. I only hope to be a voice of encouragement, inspiration, truth, and honesty for anyone who might happen to read along with our crazy lives. If there are any other young wives/mama's out there, feeling like you're the only one who no clue what to do, you're not!! I'm here, and we can learn together. :)
Cheers!
Hannah
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Weeks Go By...
Two weeks ago, three weeks seemed like an eternity. I knew we were moving, but it still seemed so far away. Now, we're down to five days til' move-out/in, and how many boxes do I have packed?
Two.
Well, technically one box full of dishes and one suitcase full of books. And you know what? Even five days feels like it's going to take forever to get here. So, I have forever to pack... right? Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't want to do it, it's just that I'm afraid I'll get all packed and then just be sitting on a pile of stuff waiting to go! I'm SO excited to move. Can you tell? Our first little place has been cozy, and well, OURS. But I'm excited for a little more space to spread out and actually have room to unpack everything! Our current 500-something square foot apartment just kind of ended up feeling like a dorm room. We're almost doubling our space in the new apartment, sacrificing a bit of room in the kitchen and bathroom for wide open spaces in the living room and two bedrooms. I have all sorts of ideas for our new living room, bedroom, and what will become the nursery! Pinterest has been my faithful friend while coming up with ideas for the new place.
I love these types of shelves for the nursery/office.
Two.
Well, technically one box full of dishes and one suitcase full of books. And you know what? Even five days feels like it's going to take forever to get here. So, I have forever to pack... right? Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't want to do it, it's just that I'm afraid I'll get all packed and then just be sitting on a pile of stuff waiting to go! I'm SO excited to move. Can you tell? Our first little place has been cozy, and well, OURS. But I'm excited for a little more space to spread out and actually have room to unpack everything! Our current 500-something square foot apartment just kind of ended up feeling like a dorm room. We're almost doubling our space in the new apartment, sacrificing a bit of room in the kitchen and bathroom for wide open spaces in the living room and two bedrooms. I have all sorts of ideas for our new living room, bedroom, and what will become the nursery! Pinterest has been my faithful friend while coming up with ideas for the new place.
We have a couple little bookshelves I want to do this to!
The background on this one is wallpaper.
We may need to do something like this to make some space in our little bathroom... Wine rack turned towel holder. Either that or shelves with baskets!
We'll see how much of this I actually do, but it's fun to dream! :)
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Wedding Video!
My wonderful friend Justin of Justin W Lowe Productions and his lovely other half produced a video of our wedding that has had me swooning over it for days. It was such a wonderful day for Kip and I, and it's a blessing to have an incredible piece of art like this to remember it by! Enjoy! :)
{Hannah+Kip} /// Wedding from Justin W Lowe on Vimeo.
Love,
Hannah
{Hannah+Kip} /// Wedding from Justin W Lowe on Vimeo.
Love,
Hannah
Monday, June 25, 2012
Little Aprons
Thursday, the girls and I had to hang around my apartment and wait for a special delivery (more on that later)... So to pass the time we made homemade play-dough! I remember being at my sister's house when I was younger and making home-made play-dough to give to my nieces and nephews as Christmas gifts. We put it in little baby food jars and wrapped it in ribbon. I don't know if they ever played with it, but I sure had fun making it! I hope these two little girls had as much fun as I did when I was little.
So, I wrapped them up in a couple of my aprons (they looked so cute) and we went to work! The recipe was so easy, I can remember it off the top of my head now.
1 Cup Flour
1/2 Cup Salt
2 tsp. Cream of Tartar
1 Tbs. Oil
1 Cup Water
Optional - to make colorful playdough, use food dye!
Combine all the ingredients in a medium saucepan, and stir over low heat. Add the food coloring while the concoction is still semi-liquid-y, so that the color mixes in easier. We made a pink batch for Rowie and a blue batch for Ryan. They had so much fun taking turns adding the ingredients (with my help) and especially adding the color to the mixture!
This was a life-saver, when we really needed to take a break from the hot Texas sun and stay inside. It's been so fun to watch the little girls' brains working, coming up with new uses and ways to shape and mold the play-dough. It kept us entertained pretty much all day!
In other news, I got to Skype with my Mama and wonderful friend, Carol all the way from Romania! I miss my Mom so much, it made me so happy to see her face, even if it was through a computer screen. I'll get to see Carol's next week when she comes home, and I can't wait! :)
So, I wrapped them up in a couple of my aprons (they looked so cute) and we went to work! The recipe was so easy, I can remember it off the top of my head now.
1 Cup Flour
1/2 Cup Salt
2 tsp. Cream of Tartar
1 Tbs. Oil
1 Cup Water
Optional - to make colorful playdough, use food dye!
Combine all the ingredients in a medium saucepan, and stir over low heat. Add the food coloring while the concoction is still semi-liquid-y, so that the color mixes in easier. We made a pink batch for Rowie and a blue batch for Ryan. They had so much fun taking turns adding the ingredients (with my help) and especially adding the color to the mixture!
This was a life-saver, when we really needed to take a break from the hot Texas sun and stay inside. It's been so fun to watch the little girls' brains working, coming up with new uses and ways to shape and mold the play-dough. It kept us entertained pretty much all day!
In other news, I got to Skype with my Mama and wonderful friend, Carol all the way from Romania! I miss my Mom so much, it made me so happy to see her face, even if it was through a computer screen. I'll get to see Carol's next week when she comes home, and I can't wait! :)
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Three in The Nest.
My hands grip the sides of the bathroom counter. My eyes lock on the face in the mirror. "Mama?"
The next morning I woke up when Kip was already gone to work. Something in me clicked; something felt different. I got out of bed and went straight for the pregnancy test I'd had in the cabinet for a while (out of paranoia). I did was what was required of me, set the test on the bathroom counter, and went about my business, brushing my teeth and doing my normal morning routine. I put one contact in my eye, blinked, and looked at the test. I could see the first line clearly, and there appeared to be a faint... second... naahhh. I put in my other contact and focused for a few seconds. There, on that little funny-looking stick, were two pink lines. Positive. Pregnant. Baby in belly. I didn't scream, or jump up and down, or cry... I just stood there and looked at it. I gripped the counter and looked at myself in the mirror and thought, "Mama. Me?!"
I drove straight out to Sanger, where Kip was working at the time, and he could tell something was going on. I sat down next to him, and pulled out the pregnancy test I had brought in a plastic baggie. (Is that creepy?! Kip makes fun of me for that. I mean, it was in a completely secure little bag. No pee on anything except what ought to be peed on. I think that's totally okay.) His hazel-green eyes lit up, and the most beautiful, genuine smile crossed his face. He had anticipated his reaction correctly: he was (and still is) happy and this is a blessing.
We absolutely can't wait for a new addition to our family. Right now our little baby is 10 weeks old, about the size of a prune or a kumquat. Such lovely comparisons. I'm dying to know the gender, and Kip is convinced it's a boy, of course. ;) We'll find out in a couple more months. Until then, we've got moving plans, and both the Hubs and I started working at new jobs this week. We're also house-sitting for two weeks starting this weekend. Busy, busy! But so much fun. :)
That's all for now!
:)
Hanny
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
One Month of Married Life.
One month and two days ago, I married the best man I've ever met. And since that day, people have been asking me non-stop, "So, how's the married life?" I always try to come up with some sweet, genuine answer that doesn't scream, "I'm tired of people asking this question!" Kip just smiles and says, "Welp, the food's better."
I hate to admit it, but I kind of thought becoming a wife would make me into some Betty Crocker/Susie Homemaker/Ree Drummond hybrid. I knew deep down that it wouldn't, but hey! A girl can dream, right? :) What I REALLY became was a busier, slightly more frazzled, but completely happy version of me... one that STILL didn't know how to cook much more than baked fish and salad. Eek!
I've tried several times to cook meals from scratch for Kip and I. Some have turned out great (Pot roast, spaghetti, cinnamon waffles), and others have not come out so well (Martha Stewart's chicken salad, chicken & fried rice...). I recently posted a Facebook status about Kip's experience with my cooking skills...
A lot of married-much-longer-than-me wives found my plight quite humorous, but promised me it would get better. ;)
The hardest part of marriage so far hasn't just been the cooking, or the laundry, or trying to keep our cute little place somewhat picked up... it's been to remember to GIVE. Waiting tables filled with fussy, hungry people can be emotionally and physically exhausting sometimes. However, I've noticed that over the past few weeks, my most common prayer has become, "Lord, fill me with so much of yourself that it overflows for Kip, because I have nothing left in me!" The struggle is what keeps us on our knees and pressing close to the Lord, and for that reason, it's ALL worth it. He continues to fill my heart with joy and peace, and my body and mind with energy and clarity, and I'm so thankful.
I'm praying that during the coming, days, months, and years, that God will mold me to be a suitable helper for my sweet man in all areas of this new adventure called "Marriage!"
So, Wives of the world... any advice for the newlywed? I'm in desperate need of some easy, healthy recipes!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Brownie Bites (the dust)
Alright, I'm going to admit it right now: I want to be Ree Drummond. There, I said it. I want her life. It just sounds so fun. She shoots guns with her husband, homeschools her kids, takes pictures of her basset hounds, and somehow manages to have time to crank out ridiculous amounts of delicious recipes. Of course, the grass is always greener on the other side of the internet. If you don't know who Ree Drummond is, then you should. She's the woman behind the Pioneer Woman blog. You should leave here right now, and go read every post she's ever done. Not only will you learn some fantastic new recipes, you'll be in tears from laughing at her stories and quick wit. She's just wonderful!
Anyways. Since falling in love with PW, I've attempted several of her recipes. One evening, my dear roommate and I decided to be adventurous and make Brownie Bites. I purchased all the ingredients, and got to work. Shouldn't be too hard, right? Ha.. ha.. haha... riiiiight.
We started out alright.. chocolate was melted and ready to go..
While we waited for it to cool, suddenly a tall, handsome man came bursting through the door, swept me off my feet and offered to chop up the chocolate for the icing for me.
Okay, that's only mostly true. A tall, handsome man did offer to chop up the chocolate for me.. but he pretty much just came through the door like a normal human being and offered to help. He also knows that I probably shouldn’t be handling really large, really sharp knives.
By this time, the chocolate was mostly cooled, and I proceded to complete the rest of the steps of the brownie batter. I was getting ready to grease the pans, when Roomie jumps in and decides she wants that to be HER job. (She had already given up on my miniature chocolatey dreams and moved on to making some PW cinnamon rolls, which are very, very, very, very, very good.) I was hesitant, because the pan needed to be generously greased and floured so the bites would pop out easily once they came out of the oven. Then, the handsome guy that chopped the chocolate for me decided to step in and try his hand at the baking game as well. So, we each greased a pan how we thought they should be, constantly critiquing the other pans and arguing over whose would be better. We filled the mini-cups with brownie batter, and IN they went, with all our hopes and dreams along with them. (And Kayla went back to her cinnamon rolls.)
Anxiously, we waited for the oven to give birth to our new precious little brownie bites. Suspense hung in the air. The tension was thick. The drama was real.
15 minutes later, the moment of truth arrived. What was the verdict...?
FAIL. Not only did they stick to the pan, they were very dry and just overall... bad! After a brief period of mourning, we gave up and made a normal pan of brownies with the remaining batter.
So I salute you, Ree. Not everything is as easy as you make it look. However, my brownie baking days are far from over. I fully intend on trying this again one day, hopefully with a better outcome.
Oh, and in case you were wondering... Kayla's cinnamon rolls came out perfect. I'm not bitter at all. Really. Promise.
Anyways. Since falling in love with PW, I've attempted several of her recipes. One evening, my dear roommate and I decided to be adventurous and make Brownie Bites. I purchased all the ingredients, and got to work. Shouldn't be too hard, right? Ha.. ha.. haha... riiiiight.
We started out alright.. chocolate was melted and ready to go..
While we waited for it to cool, suddenly a tall, handsome man came bursting through the door, swept me off my feet and offered to chop up the chocolate for the icing for me.
Okay, that's only mostly true. A tall, handsome man did offer to chop up the chocolate for me.. but he pretty much just came through the door like a normal human being and offered to help. He also knows that I probably shouldn’t be handling really large, really sharp knives.
By this time, the chocolate was mostly cooled, and I proceded to complete the rest of the steps of the brownie batter. I was getting ready to grease the pans, when Roomie jumps in and decides she wants that to be HER job. (She had already given up on my miniature chocolatey dreams and moved on to making some PW cinnamon rolls, which are very, very, very, very, very good.) I was hesitant, because the pan needed to be generously greased and floured so the bites would pop out easily once they came out of the oven. Then, the handsome guy that chopped the chocolate for me decided to step in and try his hand at the baking game as well. So, we each greased a pan how we thought they should be, constantly critiquing the other pans and arguing over whose would be better. We filled the mini-cups with brownie batter, and IN they went, with all our hopes and dreams along with them. (And Kayla went back to her cinnamon rolls.)
Anxiously, we waited for the oven to give birth to our new precious little brownie bites. Suspense hung in the air. The tension was thick. The drama was real.
15 minutes later, the moment of truth arrived. What was the verdict...?
FAIL. Not only did they stick to the pan, they were very dry and just overall... bad! After a brief period of mourning, we gave up and made a normal pan of brownies with the remaining batter.
So I salute you, Ree. Not everything is as easy as you make it look. However, my brownie baking days are far from over. I fully intend on trying this again one day, hopefully with a better outcome.
Oh, and in case you were wondering... Kayla's cinnamon rolls came out perfect. I'm not bitter at all. Really. Promise.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Home Again.
It's been several weeks since I returned back to the States from Romania. I have started my fourth semester at UNT (crazy!), and with it many new adventures have arisen! Over the last several weeks I have become more and more involved with I Am Second UNT, as well as CollegeLife at Denton Bible Church. I have been filled with so much joy and complete THANKFULNESS for all the new friends I've made, and how I've already seen God work through them. But more on that later. :)
I left Romania with an idea in my head of what I thought God was calling me to do here in the states. Since then, my plans have changed many times, and sometimes it's hard to know which "voice" is really God's. However, He is teaching me more on how to daily depend on Him, to die to myself and live to Him in the small things. His rod and staff comfort me!
All that to say, I sense that life is going in a new direction this year, and I hope to use this blog to track whatever happenings the coming days bring. I have quite a lofty list of goals to pursue, including cooking, sewing, Bible study, journaling, and of course blogging. ;) I hope to use these short-term goals as means of reaching my long-term and daily goal, which is to grow as a godly woman in Christ, and pursuing His glory above ALL else.
Bring on Fall 2011!
I left Romania with an idea in my head of what I thought God was calling me to do here in the states. Since then, my plans have changed many times, and sometimes it's hard to know which "voice" is really God's. However, He is teaching me more on how to daily depend on Him, to die to myself and live to Him in the small things. His rod and staff comfort me!
All that to say, I sense that life is going in a new direction this year, and I hope to use this blog to track whatever happenings the coming days bring. I have quite a lofty list of goals to pursue, including cooking, sewing, Bible study, journaling, and of course blogging. ;) I hope to use these short-term goals as means of reaching my long-term and daily goal, which is to grow as a godly woman in Christ, and pursuing His glory above ALL else.
Bring on Fall 2011!
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