A and B + 1 makes 3
Tuesday, March 24, 2020
Pregnant during a pandemic??
Sunday, November 25, 2018
Did I love her enough today?
A week long Thanksgiving break is coming to an end. It came right after a week full of illness. So we have had an extreme amount of family time.
During said time, Mollie Kate has become an official stage 5 clinger.
She’s always wanted me near by, but in the past 12 days, she has basically become another body part to me. And here’s the kicker, she’s not always nice. 🤷🏼♀️ Like she wants to be next to me, but she’s mad at me for who knows what.
Girl, bye.
All day long, I’m lost on how to parent her. I’m tired, I’m hungry, I miss my shows, I miss taking a bath without her sitting by the tub...and I know she HAS to feel my anxiety and hear the horrible selfish tone in my voice.
And then she lays down in bed, and she cuddles and we laugh and talk...and I walk out of the room thinking, “Did I even love her enough today?” And tonight, like many other nights, I feel myself fall short. She and her brother and their dad are every single beat of my heart. My world. But I know for certain I don’t show it. I know my frustration gets the best of me. I know I am selfish. I know I fight back with a 3 year old and just make the issue (whatever it may be at the time) that much bigger.
I just hope that when she goes to bed at night, she remembers the laughter and cuddles over the frustration and tiredness of her selfish mama. I hope she knows she is the reason I breathe and also my fresh air...even when I don’t show it. What slows my anxiety is knowing that she was created in God’s image, and He sees the good...so hopefully she does too.
We are all just out here doing our best. Even if our best at the time is not our actual best.
Keep your love for one another at full strength, because love covers a multitude of sins. -1 Peter 4:8
The wise woman builds her house, but with her own hands the foolish one tears hers down. -Proverbs 14:1
Thursday, April 5, 2018
I. Do. Not. Want. To. CoSleep!
—Exodus 33:14
Monday, December 25, 2017
Not even a mouse..
It’s Christmas night. My whole family is sleeping. Literally not a creature stirring...
But I’m here. Overwhelmed by the joy in my heart. So very thankful that a sweet, beautiful, and mighty baby boy was born so many years ago.
My emotions this holiday have run wild. I often wonder what exactly my place is in this world. But I look at my children and I know without a doubt why I am here. Though my patience is short, and my struggles are real, my heart is full.
I hope that no matter what you celebrate, your days are very merry.
I thank my lucky stars that the Savior was born on this day...lighting my path of existence and leading me to exactly where I am right now.
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
Stepping out of the darkness
I wrote this blog post when Baker was 3 weeks old. I never shared it. I was scared. I was ashamed. But here it is.
Stepping out of the darkness.
Scene: Close to perfect family. Wonderful home. Beautiful nursery. House filled with laughter and love. Sweet toddler. New squishy baby.
Behind the scene: frustrated, emotional and exhausted mama.
A glimpse into my real world...Not my everything is shiny and rainbows social media world. The world where I cry when no one is looking but I don’t know what I’m crying about. Where my heart could explode from the love of my two kids at any given moment. I still feel confused, lost, and alone in my feels, even though everyone assures me they are completely normal.
You see, I’m good.. 99% of the time, I’m happy, out and about, making memories with my family, drinking my (homemade) PSL unless I’ve been up all night and then Starbucks can make it for me. But that 1% is crap. It’s lonely. And it’s confusing as hell. I have this insanely cute family. So what am I crying for? My toddler loves my newborn. My husband loves me. We all love each other. What’s with the tears?
I legit ask myself that every single day. I don’t know the answer.
But I do know that every day is better than the last. I know that when I surround myself in the word of God, that 1% gets smaller. I know I have a stellar support system that lets me vent without judgement and pours me wine when my glass is low.
I am not one to air my dirty laundry out for everyone to see and judge. But I felt it was important to let moms that may feel the same way know that I see them. I pray for you. I know the struggle. You are not alone. When everyone in that hospital room leaves your side and goes to the baby and you’re laying there in your stirrups watching the madness around you... I see you. I’m there for you. You. Are. Not. Alone.
Eventually life will go back to normal. Or so I am told... I’ll let you know when we get there.
You are a freakin rockstar.
I see you.
My God, my soul is so traumatized; the only help is remembering You wherever I may be.” (Psalm 42:6)
**Update**
I have overcome the darkness. The devil did not win. Life has gotten a little easier. And my love-stronger.
I mean, it took like 3 straight hours to get both kids bathed and ready for bed last night. But it’s our normal now. I’m thankful for a husband that helps out fearlessly. And for a God that prevails.
Thursday, September 14, 2017
The hardest thing I've ever done...
The hardest thing I've ever done.
I'm certain I've said this about many other things in my life. But this time, it's true. Maybe my emotions are everywhere. Maybe my body isn't healing as quickly as I think it should. Maybe somewhere along the way I got too big for my britches and thought, "Hey, I got this."
Truth is. I don't have this. It's freaking hard. I can't even pick up my 2 year old because the newborn jacked up my body. And she doesn't understand that. And he's so stinking cute that I would totally do it again tomorrow for him. Well, maybe not tomorrow. That seems painful. But you get the point.
But I sit here and complain, and feel sorry for myself, and apologize to Ben because I think I should be more of a super woman than I am... and honestly, what I should be doing is praying. Thanking God for two beautiful and healthy children. Two pretty much seamless deliveries. One husband that gets my medicine so I don't OD on something and doesn't judge when I tell him to go to the store because my tots need cabbage on them STAT. (Sorry, too much?)
Mothering two kids is freaking hard. Especially when you're not at 100%. I can't imagine being the Father to the world... facing the enemy head on, and doing so with little complaint while many hate you and your body takes an actual beating.
I am able to love my kids fiercely because He first loved me.
For that, I am forever grateful.
Genesis 2:7 Then the Lord God formed the man from the dust of the ground. He breathed the breath of life into the man’s nostrils, and the man became a living person.
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
I am sorry to have done that to you...
Be still my heart.
I planned to spend an entire day with you. Loving you and telling you over and over how much you mean to me. How just because I was bringing another baby into the world wouldn't change our relationship as you know it. How you were gaining a great responsibility and how I knew you would protect him like he was yours.
Instead, I left in the middle of the night. Likely, by the time you wake, your little life will have forever changed. I'm sorry to have done that to you when I know you don't understand.
I pray you love him. I pray you don't hold it against me. Most importantly I pray that you know exactly how much I have loved every single moment of all 1,000+ days I've gotten to have you as an only child.