Hey all! I am trying to get back into blogging again after a crazy summer of moving, housing a tiny human in my belly, pushing said tiny human out, and trying to make our house a home. So let’s end the week off right with some crappy photos to brighten your day!
You know you are a REAL mom when…
*You decide that “resourceful” should be your middle name.
We went on a quick weekend trip to visit my husband’s family. That means roughly 10 hours one way in the car. With five kids. So when the dvd player is broken and you need something to hold it together you use whatever you can find. Even if that means taking apart the garage door remote.
Over two weeks ago it happened. I laid in bed on our fifth baby’s due date praying that she would come. I was tired of being pregnant. Tired of being unable to see my feet and shave my legs properly. Tired of wearing the same four shirts every week. Tired of my underwear not fitting. Tired of trying to bounce the baby out. Tired of being tired. This was the longest I had ever been pregnant and even though I knew I wouldn’t be pregnant forever, it felt like it.
Around 2am the very next morning (a mere four hours after I begged God to let the pain come) I woke up thinking I had pulled something in my back trying to flip my large body over. I got out of bed thinking that would ease the pain but when it didn’t and then the relief from the weirdness started and suddenly stopped I wondered if that was a contraction. I decided to download a contraction app on my phone and time these bad boys. I timed one. And I knew this was it. I woke Garrett up and off to the hospital we went.
On our way I had a couple of contractions but by the time they hooked me up to monitors to see if I was truly in labor my contractions stopped. WHAT?!?! I didn’t have a single contraction for the first 15 minutes we were there. I was thinking to myself that I must have been crazy but when the nurse checked me I was at 5 to 6 cm and declared to be in labor! Woohoo!
Except not. Pain. I hate pain. It makes me cry. And wiggle my toes.
Anyway…a few hours later and having the doctor turn our little girl’s head from face up to face down I pushed out our third daughter!
Your name means delight and you are truly a delight to our family. You are gift. You are precious. You are loved.
God knew what He was doing when He made us wait until that Sunday morning for you to be born. It meant that for the first time since we started having babies, your daddy’s mom got to be there and hold you first. What a gift to us! We thank God that He made us wait! And we thank God that He gave us you!
We pray that you would grow big and strong and love the Lord with all your heart, soul, and mind. We pray that you would serve God to the ends of the earth. We pray that you would always know you are a precious and wanted and loved and cared for.
Your (very happily no longer pregnant – hallelujah!) mommy
You know you are a REAL mom when…
*You send your husband out to get your breast pump and he comes back with a bike for your five year old.
Seriously. This happened. Garrett went out to run to the bank and stop and pick up my breast pump (my awesome husband does sweet things for me). He came bank with checks deposited and a bike. No pump.
Oh, you know, just another recap of our week in crappy cell phone photos!
I am still pregnant, so I thought I would catch you all up on the crappy photos I have on my phone.
My son had a birthday. Three weeks ago. I planned on writing him his honorary blog post that day but I wasn’t feeling that great and then we just got busy and my husband hogged the computer during the evening hours (I guess he actually does have good reasons).
It may be later than I had hoped but who cares.
There was a day not too long ago, I was having just a hard time. You could sense that I was upset (I don’t even remember the reason now) and you refused to leave my side until the tears stopped flowing. You never stopped asking if I was okay or hugging my neck. You are so compassionate and so in tune with people’s feeling and hate it when people are hurt. That is truly a gift most people do not have.
I pray that you would use that gift for God’s glory and that you would never stop being your crazy, funny, fun-loving self. You may drive us nuts when you come up with some dangerous stunts but we love you. We love you so, so much!
Happy fourth birthday to my little Coop!