In which labor shows signs of beginning…

We found out we were expecting our new baby on Brian’s 31st birthday in January. What a gift! I calculated my due date as September 20th, but having delivered our other children anywhere between 1 week late and 2½ weeks early, I told people my due date was a vague mid-September. In my mind, the whole month of September was a possibility for delivery. With our other children having birthdays in July, August, October, and December, we thought September was the perfect filler, too!
On Sunday, August 29th, we spent the entire day reorganizing and cleaning the older children’s shared bedroom. We had finally decided to move Benjamin in, too, so we spent many hours making the room an efficient space for four! I was pleasantly surprised to find I had a bit more energy that day than I had in the previous weeks and I was so relieved to have the project finished. That evening I remarked, “Well, we have our bedroom to ourselves again…for a few weeks anyway.”
On Monday, August 30th, we had a big day planned. Maddie attended horse riding camp in the morning (something she had anticipated all summer!). We returned home for a quick lunch before making the hour drive to an appointment with my midwife, Dana. Having reached the 37 week mark that day, Dana congratulated me on being full term! Baby was head down and beginning to engage. I set up another appointment for the following week and made my way back home so Gavin and Maddie could get ready to attend a minor league baseball game in the evening with Brian and some close family friends. I had a few noticeable contractions in the early evening so I fixed myself and the little boys grilled cheese sandwiches then put them to bed before taking a bath and settling on the sofa with a big glass of ice (my late-pregnancy craving).
Tuesday, August 31st was a welcome quiet day at home. Brian was away for close to 12 hours, working overtime to compensate for expected bad weather at the end of the week. I felt odd all day. I had quite a few true contractions, not the squeezing, practice kind, but the painful, stop-what-you-are-doing kind. I also lost my mucous plug. I seemed to have a fair amount of energy, but at the same time felt the need to rest and be alone. I needed to go the bathroom at least once an hour (sometimes more) so I knew the baby was pressing on my bladder. When Brian and I talked on the phone in the late afternoon, I told him what was going on and he said, “So you think maybe within the next couple of days?” “I’m not sure,” I said. “I hate to get my hope up or make something of nothing, but something is definitely going on.”
Maddie and I made a big pan of macaroni for dinner and we ate in the living room with slices of homemade bread and piles of peas. When Brian came home, he put the kids to bed and I settled on the sofa again with another big glass of ice and some mindless TV watching. After experiencing contractions all day, they finally settled down and I had none for the rest of the night.

To be continued…

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Happy Friday, everyone! I hope you had a great week.

I’ve got a bunch of miscellaneous things I wanted to share, so I’m joining Jennifer in Seven Quick Takes today…

1. I was glad when…

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Monday night I felt like I needed to just go to bed and cry.
Because when I get this overwhelmed, crying seems like the most reasonable thing to do. *sigh*
I prayed. I told God I know He will bring me through these days. I remembered that He is faithful. And then it was as if He said, Yes. I Am. You’ve been here before. I was with you then, and I am with you now. Fear not, dear one.
Are you in the same place as me? The beginning of the school year. Letters from school – for all three kids – full of information I need to know, and coordinate, and remember, and…
Letters from church – for all three kids – full of information I need to know, and coordinate, and remember…
Running through check-lists: Does this child have everything she needs? Has he gotten his schedule yet? Does he need anything else? What about lunches? Is our account all set up?
This year we have football practice and games thrown in there. And my new job. (BIG Grandparent’s Day celebration coming up this Sunday.)
And I just want to hide under a rock until it all passes by and everyone is happy in their routine, and it’s safe to come out again.

Yes. I have been here before.
I remember now.
It’s like this every year when school begins. I always feel like I’m going to drown in the sea of Too-much-stuff-to-do. But rather than hiding under a rock, I’m going to climb upon The Rock and trust Him to carry me through.

Will you do the same?

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So, now I hope you’ll understand why I’m not going to be blogging for the rest of the week. BUT I will make a video devotion for Monday. Because God showed me something a couple days ago that I am excited to share with you! *grin*

Karen

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A couple of weekends ago, we went to Southern California to celebrate my niece’s engagement.

A huge congratulations to Kailee and Matt…

They are such a cute couple!

I can hardly believe…

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Big brothers…
…and bigger brothers…
…and even bigger brothers.
There can’t possibly be a more loved little sister!

I’ve had several requests so I’m working on my birth story this week.  I’ll be sure to have it published soon so check back!

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The other day my son came up to me and said, “You know what would be the perfect day, Mom?”

“What?” I asked.

“A day where I could have orange chicken for breakfast, orange chicken for lunch,…

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1 little girl
+ 1 little girl
= 2 little girls!
Our family welcomes
Alaine Claire
who arrived 3 weeks early on September 1
weighing 7 pounds, 8.5 ounces and measuring 20 inches long. 
Thanking God for blessing us with a safe delivery and a new blessing to our world.

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Thanks to all of you who joined in on my friend Kristen’s custom jewelry giveaway here this past week!

I used a random number generator to select the winning comment, and the winner…

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I know it’s a day early, but my family is leaving Thursday morning for an end-of-summer trip up north. I won’t be blogging until we get back, and I didn’t want to miss a Lessons from the Edge post.
So here it is.
A day early. *grin*

The need for grace has no age limit.

That’s the lesson I learned at Edgewood this week. And here’s how:

*Our oldest resident (She’ll be 103 in a few weeks!) joined us for Exercise Class this week. She loves to sing, and does so all.the.time. Which really is fine with me, because I love to sing, too. Except her humming can be quite high-pitched and slightly painful to the ear. However, as I looked around the Activity Room during Exercise Class, I saw many people smiling at Helen – extending her grace in spite of their personal preference – because they knew the singing made her happy.

*On Tuesday I was eating lunch with a group of three women – all of whom I would guess are probably in their 80s. One of them told me a cute story about when she and her family moved to Michigan, and I smiled as she shared it. But when she repeated the same story three or four more times, I observed grace coming from her table-mates. The smiles on their faces told me they were used to the repetition, but they really didn’t seem to mind. They cared about their friend, and just let her enjoy her memories.

*We have a resident who is quite a bit younger than the rest. I’d guess him to be in his 40s. He has CP, is deaf, and “walks” around in a wheel-chair of sorts. He needs lots of care, it is difficult to communicate with him, and he always makes a mess when he eats. But I love to see the way residents show kindness and grace to this man. They look out for him, kind of like big brothers and sisters would for their little brother. They excuse the messes he makes, and they welcome him to be a part of the group. It’s a beautiful thing.

*And then there’s me. Hanging on to my 30s for another year and twenty days. Many of the residents at Edgewood comment about how ‘young’ I am. Sometimes I even hear the words, “If I were that young again…”
But being young hasn’t proven to exempt me from needing grace. I have forgotten to note a change in the schedule. I have spoken too fast during announcements. Made a wrong turn going to WalMart, too! But over and over again, I have residents telling me, “You’re doing a good job.” “That’s OK. You’re still learning.” “I’m glad you’re here.”
I welcome their gracious disposition towards me. I need it.

And as the lesson trickles on down the line, I pray God will help me be more gracious toward my children. They’re doing a good job. They’re still learning. And I am so glad they’re here!

***I’m gone now for Labor Day weekend. Will be back to posting next Wednesday!

Karen

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I was huffing and puffing as I ran up the hill. With the end of the sidewalk in view I said to myself, “This is it. I am not going to turn around and run this path again. I am tired and I am ready to quit. Running is over for today.” 

Just the night before, I had decided to increase the length of my run by turning around and doubling up on the last section, which would improve my distance by about half a mile.

However…

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