Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Psalm of Thanksgiving

At the beginning of the month our preacher challenged us to write a Psalm of Thanksgiving.  

Naturally, I waited until the last minute to do so.  On Monday, I decided it was time for me to write mine. 

Where do I start?  What exactly do I say?  What is a Psalm?

So, I begin my research.  I found this website.  Read a few Psalms from the Bible. And prayed and thought about what has been on my heart lately.  

Here is my Psalm of Thanksgiving, which turned out to be more of a Psalm of Prayer.

Lord, You are MIGHTY and You are ALL POWERFUL
You show Your MIGHTY WORKS even when I am DOUBTFUL

Bringing my needs and wants to You in PRAYER
Can sometimes be scary and hard to share

But I know You hear the fervent prayer of the RIGHTEOUS
Whether it be in the darkest of days or the brightest

Lord, the smallest of blessings have been on my heart lately
They are soft, cuddly and we call them babies

Father, THANK YOU for bringing them into our lives
For those that are already here and for the ones set to arrive

But Lord, there are specific ones I want to mention
I want to lift them up to you and bring them to full attention

There are babies out there who need forever homes
They enter this world and immediately are alone

I know of some couples that want to show them how to LOVE
UNCONDITIONALLY, COMPLETELY just like you send down from ABOVE

Lord, please bless these families with the joy a baby brings
Because right now they have a hole in their heart that causes a constant sting

God, there are other babies who need your healing hand
They have diagnoses that I can’t fully understand

But God, I know and have seen Your MIGHTY WORKS before
I constantly knock and You open door after door

The capacity of your POWER is far beyond my understanding
And part of that is realizing that You’re never abandoning

Even if it takes a while for my requests to come to full fruition
I will not waiver in my faith, I will continue to be in full submission

It’s sometimes easy for me to wonder why?
But I just need to stay focused on the SWEET BY AND BY

Of course I had specific people in mind when I wrote this, but I know there are others out there that I don't personally know who are facing these same types of things.  

I am amazed what God has shown me in my short life on this earth and I can't wait to see what else he has in store for me to see through my faith!

Praise Him!  Praise Him when things are good.  Praise Him when things are not so good.  Because you know what?  God is Good!!  He is the one thing in our life that is constant, good and faithful!


As I travel today and throughout the rest of the weekend to visit with family, I will Thank Him for all of the good that surrounds me!!  

My Pawpaw who will be 90 in February.  My Grammy who tends to his needs day-after-day.

My Aunt Katie and cousin Bethany who take care of them when they can't do it themselves.

My Uncle David who sacrifices weekends and labors to help fix broken things at my grandparent's house.

My Uncle Jeff and Aunt Karen who teach children, not just about subjects in school, but through their compassion, how to be a better person.

My Uncle Jim and Aunt Bonnie who waited so long to find each other and show us such sweet love.

My Uncle Barry and Aunt Bridgett who have adopted 2 children and are fostering 2 others.

My Uncle Steve, who left this earth early, but I know will be there to greet us one day when we receive our eternal reward.

My cousins' Page and Brendon who, no doubt, give the best hugs!

Page's wife Mary Beth who has the best laugh and has brightened our family with her energy.

Brendon's girlfriend Hannah who I can't wait to meet.

My cousin TJ who has overcome a past of demons and is now studying to be a preacher.

My friend Christy and her husband Josh who are raising their 4 children in a Christian home.

My Mom and Dad who have loved my sister, our husbands and children unconditionally.  NO matter what we've faced they are there.  ALWAYS!

My sister Shelley who is the most selfless and compassionate person I know.  My brother-in-law Jared who loves with all of this heart.  My nephew Easton who is learning to love just like his daddy.

My husband Gary who is my rock.  My sweet Wren who brings joy to my life everyday.  My sweet baby boy that is kicking right now.

I know this is only a very small amount of my family, but these are the ones I will be spending time with over the next few days.

Thank you God for them and for all of my family and friends that bless my life on a daily basis.  I pray that everyone will be able to find JOY and PRAISE in their life always, but if not always at least for this one day out of the year.

Happy Thanksgiving,

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Soak it up

That’s what I’m told to do.  That’s what I try to do.  Soak it ALL up!

When my 18 month old ends up in my bed EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, soak it up.

When she whines and whines without using actual words so I have no idea what she wants, soak it up.

When she finally feels confident in her feet and climbing abilities that she becomes a little clumsy and starts falling off every piece of furniture in the house and screaming her little baby head off, soak it up.

When she takes too long of an evening nap and decides that she is going to party until midnight, soak it up.

When she has a break down in the middle of the produce section at the grocery store because I asked her to pick up the two pumpkins that she pulled down, soak it up.

When she stares at the plate of food I’ve prepared and won’t take one bite, soak it up.

When she wants to read a book, but won’t let me actually read it and just turns the pages and gets angry when I don’t let her because I want to know how the story ends, soak it up.

When it’s bedtime and I’m trying to do the nightly routine and she just grunts and points to anywhere and anything to do except go to bed, soak it up.

When she says, “I yuv you!” soak it up.

When she kisses me, those moments can be rare, soak it up.

When her little fuzzy head that wasn’t combed after bath the night before tickles my cheek in the morning, soak it up.

When she just sits with me on the couch and watches TV while she eats an apple, or two, soak it up.

When she cackles and cackles while I chase her through the house butt naked because she escaped while I was changing her diaper, soak it up.

When she hugs me goodbye before I leave for work, soak it up.

When she folds her hands and bows her head while we pray for our food, before bed or at church, soak it up.

When she shouts, “AMEN” before the prayer is even over, soak it up.

Parenthood isn’t about just soaking up the happy times and fun times, it’s about soaking it ALL up

I’m reminded every day that Wren won’t want to sleep in the bed with us when she is a teenager.  Soon she will learn to talk and use all kinds of words and I might miss a little whine here and there.  I can survive off of a few hours of sleep at night, many parents have done it before me and many will continue to do it after me. She’s not the only kid that has ever pitched a fit in the grocery store and I’m not the first mom that got judged by someone else because her kid was throwing a fit in the grocery store.

But I am her only mommy!  Yes, she might tell other people that she yuv’s them, but they don’t wake up next to her fuzzy head every morning.  Yes, she gives out kisses, but they don’t get those sleepy snuggles in the middle of the night like I do.

I will soak it up I will soak it ALL up.  Even when I’m frustrated, tired and ready to pull out my hair, her hair and her daddy’s hair, I WILL SOAK IT UP!

It’s already going by fast and I know I’ll look back 10 years from now and wonder where the time went, but until then you can find me with my sweet little Wren soaking it all up!!

Thursday, November 6, 2014

The End of an Era

Well it happened.

Yesterday sealed the deal.

It was final at around 4:15 pm.

That’s right, I’m talking about the last of my breast milk being given away.

I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel when this day finally arrived, but it honestly wasn’t as bad and I thought it would be.

I was able to nurse my baby for 15 months and provide milk for 2 other babies who needed it.  What more can you ask for?

Now I just hope and pray that come March I will be just as blessed!


Monday, September 8, 2014

Weaning Continued!

We are towards the end.  I don’t feel like I thought I would when this moment arrived.

People have told me that they wish they would have known when it was the very last nurse and I might feel that way one day, but not right now.  I’m ready for a break.

Here’s my timeline of how this has gone down:
June 12 is when I wrote the last blog about weaning.  From then until July 8th I kept the same pumping schedule and was packing 7oz bags.
July 8th I started packing 5 oz bags.  I did this because I was thinking that Jessica could mix it with the milk she was planning on moving Tayla to once she no longer had breast milk.  Tayla didn’t really have any issues switching over to raw milk!!  YAY!!
July 9th I moved my pump times down to 15 minutes and still nursed Wren at night.
July 21st I moved my pump times down to 10 minutes and started packing in 3oz bags to continue Tayla’s weaning.
July 22nd I had a realization that if I was pumping 2 times for 10 minutes maybe I could skip my afternoon pump and only do my morning pump for the full 20, so that’s what I did!  This was my first day to move down to 1 pump a day.  And I was still nursing Wren at night.
July 28th – 30th I went on a business trip (without Wren) and only pumped twice a day for 15 minutes.
August 2nd – 5th Wren and I went to the beach (without Gary) and I nursed her on command, but didn’t have to pump the entire time.  Except that one time in the car…
August 6th I moved my morning pump down to 10-12 minutes and still nursed Wren at night.
I started noticing that she wasn’t acting interested in her nighttime nurse.  I didn’t push her.  I would sometimes fix her a sippy of frozen breast milk, but I was fine to skip those nighttime nurses.  My body would make up for it the next morning.  My supply had started to dwindle, which is what we were going for, and if she nursed at night I would pump 3 oz the next morning.  If she didn’t nurse, I would pump 6 oz.
August 13th I decided to skip my morning pump and only try to nurse her at night.  That was the very last time I pumped!  Whoa, that’s crazy! I hadn’t really thought about that until typing it out!!  I haven’t pumped for almost an entire month!!

As of today, we are still nursing at night (most nights).  She takes one sippy of breast milk during the day, but she hasn’t been taking it very well.  My mother-in-law watches her and actually didn’t have breast milk for a couple of days and gave her almond milk (which is what we want to switch her to) and she took that ok.  I’ve tried giving her a sippy at night of breast milk and just like during the day she doesn’t really care for it.

I’ve heard of other kids who just don’t drink milk.  They get their calcium from greens, yogurt and cheese.  I have a feeling this is the route we are about to take.  It kind of makes me sad that I worked hard for Wren to have milk well after she turned 1 and now she will barely even sip it L.  There’s a few mommies in a Facebook group that I’m in who need some donated milk, so I’m sure that’s where the remainder of my milk will go. 

Until the final nurse,


Monday, June 30, 2014

It's not about the bow

There’s a lady at church who has 2 daughters.  One in high school.  The other entering high school in the fall.  

I remember when I was younger and visited this congregation with my family, I would see these two girls with their BIG OVER SIZED BOWS.

At the time I was a tomboy.  Bows were way too girly.  I would never make my kid wear those.

Fast forward several years…

I want Wren to wear bows.  Like even with her pajamas.  And THE BIGGER THE BETTER!

She goes to my sister-in-law’s house every day and for the most part stays at home.  My sister-in-law isn't really into bows and I don't want to make her job harder than it already is.  So I don’t feel bad that she doesn't wear a bow while she’s there. 

But come church time, grocery time, any other time I want her to have a bow in her hair.

However, she feels differently.  She rips it out any opportunity she gets.  Especially when she’s tired.

The other night I went up to this mother of two daughters who wore big bows and let her know that Wren needs to come to bow boot camp.

This lady also baby-sits kids throughout the school year and I've heard that she has trained many a child to keep a bow in their hair.

She tells me, “You have to be consistent.  You have to smack her little hand when she takes it out.  You have to be stern.”

I reply with, “But sometimes I get tired of doing it over and over.  I feel silly because it’s just a bow.”

Then comes the wisdom…”It’s not just a bow.  This is setting you up for discipline in the future.  This is you showing her you mean business.  Practice your consistency with this, something that seems small, and it will make it better in the future when it comes to bigger things.  You can do it!  It’s not about the bow.”

So, if you see me in public getting onto my child because she won’t keep her bow in her hair, now you know that’s it’s not about the bow. 

This is the beginning.  The beginning of our journey.  The beginning of our journey through discipline and raising a respectful, gracious young lady.