Thursday, May 30, 2013


Today is going to be a great day. 


I will watch my baby sister bring a baby into this world. 

The emotions are running high and they have been for a few weeks now. 

I am in full on panic mode. 

Yeah, you thought it was her emotions I was speaking of...hahaha. Ugh, for the 10 billionth time stated on this blog...I HATE EMOTIONS! 

I remember that call...the day they told us that she had life inside and life as we know it would never be the same again. They Facetimed our family from Missouri and they were so nervous and hem hawing around the real reason for that phone call. They finally got to it and we all screamed and said NO WAY and laughed and then I just sobbed and she did as well. She said I'm sorry, Are you ok? I laughed in the middle of my sobs and I said OF COURSE I AM! I told her how I was so happy and the tears were because she was so far away and I wouldn't get to watch every detail of her pregnancy like she watched mine. That was half true. 

I was soooo happy and I am still soooo happy. I would be lying if I said there were not other thoughts and other feelings and other emotions there. It was just another lesson in God's timing, His planning and His amazing journey for each and every individual. It took me a few weeks but eventually those DUMB emotions went away and all that was there was joy over my new sweet niece or nephew, baby blueberry. 

Eventually, they moved home and we all praised God! I was so happy that I did get to finally watch every moment of her pregnancy just like she watched mine. I got to question what she was eating and what she was feeling and I got to touch that sweet belly and tell that baby how much I loved him or her. We found out in January that it was a boy and oh, we were sooo happy! Isaiah would have a great playmate in a baby boy that was just 6.5 months behind him. :) We could not be more blessed! 

Then came the final weeks of her pregnancy and my intense panic. Yesterday it was at it's peak, I am a hot mess. I am remembering. I am remembering the room, I am remembering the quietness, I am remembering the wailing, I am remembering. I am not into it. Rachel, Rob and Liam have had doctor visits every week the past 4 weeks. I am a mess every single time until I get the text that his heart is beating and all is ok. I have visions of heartbeats not being heard and of sobs of sadness, visions of not calling me or texting me but driving to me to tell me that another baby has died, visions of leaving the hospital without a baby. 

Yesterday I told my husband that I pray and I ask Jesus to take it and leave it far away from me but He really just doesn't. It gets a little better for a time but the nauseous puky feeling is continually there until I hear he's ok. I think it always will be. I am not writing this to be a self-pity party...I feel that is what is coming across! Ugh...I am writing this today so that all my baby loss mamas will stand with me and pray. Pray on behalf of all of your babies for this sweet baby boy. He is healthy and his mama is healthy but we know all too well that birth sometimes ends in tragedy. Our family knows tragedy. 

My sister is so very strong. She's a fighter to the end, always has been. She is going to labor wonderfully and I cannot wait to watch her bring Liam into this world, what an incredible privilege! I am pumped, to say the least! I am hoping that my panic doesn't get the best of me and I'm not puking in the corner of the room or something; also pray that doesn't happen. :) I am so very proud of her. I am so very loved. She has been a WONDROUS pregnant mama. She doesn't complain, she loves him, she treats her body well, she was sensitive to any and all emotions that have come and gone. She's the best sister a girl could ask for. 

Today will be a great day...

Jesus, you know the prayer. You've heard it a LOT of times over the past 9 months. Protect him. Protect her. We know that your plan is the best plan... Thank you for a healthy pregnancy and a healthy Liam. Thank you Lord, it is not a privilege that all have. Give her peace and strength, calm her nerves. She can do this today because she has you and she has Rob and she has Liam. Help us to be her strength, to encourage her and to be the calm if a storm arises. Help me Lord. Keep the thoughts at take captive every thought. Thank you for my pregnancy and all of it's memories. Thank you for Elle, thank you. Thank you for joy...never-ending, ever-present joy. You are so amazing and Jesus, thank you for a beating heart and screaming lungs, we will be listening for both today...

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Six months of L O V E

It has been six months. . . 


I cannot. 

I haven't posted pictures up here of you in a long while so I thought I would share those with all of our readers. You are so darn cute and so darn worth sharing. . .

You are now officially Isaiah Samuel, made official by the state of Florida and the state of Ohio on April 16th, 2013. I did not think that day would mean very much to me. In my heart and mind you were already mine, nothing was going to make that go away. But, that day meant very much to me. It came and with it came all kinds of nervousness and all kinds of emotions. It came with sadness and joy, it came with thoughts of Kaci (your birth mom) and Aldo (your birth father), it came with thoughts of responsibility and fear of the unknown. It came with all kinds of emotions that I thought had all been sorted out. 

You are now ours. You slobber all over. You sleep in our bed sometimes. You smile more often than not. You giggle. You look for us. You cry for us. You babble. You sleep so well anywhere, just like your mama. You watch cartoons with daddy. You stick your tongue out. You will start real food today. You play in your exersaucer. You brings toys to your mouth. You are a master roller. You love to be tickled. You are curious. You love everyone. You have the deepest brown eyes. You have a mohawk that is awesome. You love your Uncle Danny, he gets some pretty awesome giggles. You splash during bath time. You give the best snuggles. You love it when we sing you to sleep. You are loved deeply. You are our Isaiah Sammy.

We can't believe it. 

We thank God for you each and every single day. We beg him to teach us and show us every single step to take. We need to know what to do. We have NO idea what we are doing. We are loving you the way he loves us and that's all we know to do. We trust that the journey God has for you is a mighty one; one with many trials and many bumps but also many joys and many triumphs. We love you Isaiah Sammy from beginning to end, from top to bottom, from inside to the moon and all the way back a million times over! 

Mama and Daddy

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

If you have a Wahhmbulance...send it immediately

It's been a rough several days.

Sometimes life throws a serious curve ball and this wasn't a your-baby-is-dead curve ball but it was an annoying one none the less. 

I am questioning every single part of my life. 

I am questioning myself as a wife, 

as a mother, 

as a leader, 

as a Godly woman, 

as a daughter, 

as a sister, 

as a person in general. 

I have not ever really been an insecure person but, boy oh boy whatever has been hiding in there for 30 years decided to pop up it's UGLY head this weekend. I have no idea how to get rid of it which is ridiculous since the past 5 years of my life have been full of scripture that battles this crap. I hate funks. I hate them and I am stuck in one. Not only am I questioning everything but Mother's Day is coming up. That special ache for a sweet, tiny baby girl has reared it's head. I am not a fan of the ache. I'm a fan of that baby girl, not a fan of the ache. 

I went to a Mother's Day Banquet this past Sunday and I must be honest and tell you it was torture, just as it was last year. It has been torture for a few years now, actually. I go each year and I try to focus on my Mom and on my Mother-in-law but the thoughts always go back to sadness. This year I was in my funk so that was playing a part also. I should have been uber happy this year right? Doesn't that only make sense? I have a sweet baby boy now and I am his mama and he is my son. I should cry at the sappy videos and laugh at the funny ones about being so tired you just want to fall on the floor at the grocery store and sleep. I should be covered in joy every single second of every day, right? I have no idea if the answer to that is yes or not but I can tell you that the answer is no for me. There is joy and it is there most of the time but Mother/Daughter banquets is not one of those times. 

I found this in my journal today...

You have rocked our world. You sent us a son and a birth mother. We are speechless; speechless is the only description we could possibly have. Our gratitude is deep; thank you seems so trivial. You gave us the desire of our heart; a teeny, tiny, sweet baby to LOVE! You stood back and watched it all pan out, didn't you? I know that you did because that is just like you; to watch and smile as all the JOY unfolds. Since Elle you knew what these days would hold. Since her; her tinyness, her sweet smell, her tiny head, her gorgeous hair, her perfect quietness. You were smiling then because you knew Isaiah would be coming soon. You see the whole picture...the entire picture. Praise you and only you; you will ALWAYS get all the GLORY! His story is amazing and will always be greater love, no other name...

Jesus knew...

And he knows that today and yesterday and several days before that were just not good days. 

He sees the whole picture and he knows where we will be in the end, he is not too concerned about this middle mess. Today, I am grateful for a God that is always near even when I don't feel like he is. I am grateful for a church that prays for our family. I am grateful for a husband that loves me unconditionally. I am grateful for a son that brings more joy than we ever thought was possible. I am grateful for a family that understands. I am grateful. 

Thank you Jesus for listening are always near even when my mind tells me differently. Stand beside me this week as I walk this journey you have placed before me. Thank you for the journey. Thank you for Elle, thank you for Isaiah. The blessings you have poured on me have never been deserved and could never be repaid. I love you and I will spend the rest of my days living that statement out. 


***One request- if you leave a comment please do not say sorry- this was for my own benefit, not to get pity from others...I love your comments and would love to hear whatever you have to say, just not sorry :)