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Saturday, November 19, 2011
Sign and Seal
Last Sunday was eventful for two reasons. First of all, it was Eliza's first Sunday at church (post birth that is) and my first time back to church after having Eliza. The second reason it was so important is because Eliza was baptized.
Every time we have a baby I am reminded of the amazing and overwhelming privilege it is to raise this child in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. It is a sobering reality. We have been blessed with one more arrow with which to spread God's kingdom even further and I pray earnestly that we fulfill our responsibilities of being Christ to this little one.
(I know that everyone reading this might not understand why we had Eliza baptized so I encourage you to read this article that explains our position a bit more.)
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
A Small World
Recently my husband discovered something on Craigslist that was more than just another deal of the century or an item that we were convinced we could not live without. As he was responding to a post with the hopes of adding a few more puzzles to our growing collection, Ben met Marilyn. Marilyn lives in a beautiful house surrounded by 5 acres of sprawling forest and serene landscapes. However, her house and its perfectly situated country setting is not what makes Marilyn stand out.
We immediately connected with her because of our shared love for puzzles; but, in addition to assembling complex puzzles and knitting, Marilyn enjoys a hobby that is not fully understood or appreciated by those around her--She assembles and populates tiny worlds. These are not mere doll houses that you would be happy to let your little one dive into and destroy. Instead, these houses are constructed by her and decorated by her down to the tiny cork board hanging on the wall. She creates these tiny worlds full of amazing detail that one could spend hours taking in and learning to appreciate and still never catch every component of these complex creations. Ben and I have an appreciation for tiny things so we were both taken by the work that Marilyn has put her heart into. She allowed me and the boys and my mom to come in her house and look at all the worlds she has created. Here is just a taste of what she has assembled.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Oh Eliza!
As many of you know by now we were overwhelmingly surprised early this morning by the birth of our little girl! We were completely expecting to add another young man to our ranks only to be shocked to find that instead we were blessed with a tiny little girl. Warren is already showering her with love and affection and LOVES having a sister. It's still sinking in for Ben and me that we are the parents of a little girl and all that means when it comes to raising her vs. our sons. Thankfully we have a little time to figure out all those details.
Eliza Marie Trice was born on October 20th at 3:30am. She was 7lbs 3oz. and 20 inches long. Unlike my 24 hour long labors with the boys, Eliza decided she was going to come much more quickly and after about 4 hours of labor we were on the other side with her in our arms.
We are amazingly thankful for all the prayers for this labor. They were certainly answered and we are still basking in the goodness of our Heavenly Father.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Wishing and Hoping....
Tonight I will be enjoying one final date with my husband before baby #4 arrives. It has been touch and go whether we would make it to this night or not. As always things are never simple when it comes to me and babies. I started having some more intense contractions Wednesday night and labored through the night only to have things fade out by morning. The result was mostly just achiness all day Thursday but obviously no baby.
It's amazing how you can be perfectly content that the baby will come whenever it's supposed to and then when something like that happens all the sudden you find yourself anxious and ready for the baby to just come. I have had to adjust myself to my former way of thinking, which is that the baby could very well wait another week or so to join us here in the outer world. I did find myself praying that the Lord would make it soon and then stopped myself because I want so much to be happy no matter what. So at this point I am resting in the Lord's timing and looking forward to an evening out without the kids around.
I am also trying to psychologically prepare for having a baby in the house again. This has been a bigger adjustment than in the past. All my boys are spaced out 2 years apart so the memories of having a baby were still very fresh in my mind when the next baby joined us. This time my youngest is 3 and I am finding that the memories of that tiny baby stage are so faded that it's almost as if this is my first baby all over again. I know it will all come back but for now I am trying to prepare myself for what is coming and waiting patiently for his or her arrival.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Rain or Shine
I think one of the hardest things to do while one is pregnant is NOT to think about how long you have until the baby arrives and to realize that everyone around you has so many other things they are concerned about and your baby isn't one of them. Not that people around don't care and aren't excited at our growing family but I have just been reminding myself over and over that although the baby's due date seems to permeate my thoughts and many of my words there are so many other things I should be thinking about. So let me just get it over with and say that I only have 5 weeks until my due date and yes I am thinking about it a lot even though my schedule has been completely crammed in an effort to keep my mind off of the inevitable arrival of our new little one.
I was provided with a perfect distraction on labor day. Ben's parents hosted a labor day party at their house and although it was a bit rainy (okay a lot rainy!) we all still had a wonderful time. I long to learn a lesson from the children who insisted on playing games-such as tag in very slippery crocs on very slippery grass-and they all had a wonderful time as the rain poured down, continuing to soak them and their unsteady turf. These conditions made tug-of-war very interesting and quite a bit more difficult than the average version. So in spite of the rain we grilled out, played games, ate watermelon and determined that this would be a labor day worth remembering.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Seven
Today Warren woke up to birthday cheers! He is officially 7 years old even though I have been referring to him as 7 for a few months now. There seems to be no end to the celebrations. I let him off school today, allowed him to pick out his own special breakfast (fruity pebbles-he insisted on cereal despite my willingness to make chocolate chip pancakes, waffles or whatever he wanted). He got a special birthday lunch with daddy and tonight he gets to open his package from Grandma and Grandpa. Tomorrow night we will be having a family birthday party for him with all of his cousins. I am making these Lego men pops and a lego block cake.
I could definitely wax eloquent on how quickly the time has flown, how I already barely remember him and what he was like as a baby (was he really ever that tiny?) and many other maternal musings but I will try to hold myself back.
I do have to admit that the older my kids get the more and more I enjoy them. I really love age 7. He is still so willing and wanting to please and love his parents (hopefully something that will never go away even if it changes with different stages) and he is also able to hold his own in a conversation.
This past year he has learned to ride a bike without training wheels, build lego creations all by himself without needing any help from us, enjoy chapter books that have very little pictures, play the piano, and all around become more and more of a little man.
So here's to you Mr. Inquisitive! Happy Birthday!
Monday, August 8, 2011
Safe at Home Pt. 2
Shortly after our experience with Warren's birth my sister-in-law and her husband announced that they were expecting and that they were planning on having a homebirth. My mind was reeling with questions. First of all, why would they attempt a homebirth with their first child? She didn't even know how she was going to labor or what might happen. How could that be at all safe? I could only imagine a rustic woman coming out of the woods and showing up at their door completely unqualified to assist in any way.
They seemed pretty determined to persist on their course and even started explaining to me how they felt my C-section was not necessary. Although they were planting small seeds of doubt that would later be irresistible to my drive to know how, why, and what could have gone differently, at the time I dismissed their comments as them just not truly understanding the situation we were in.
When my sister-in-law did have a healthy baby at home with no complications it was as if we all breathed a sigh of relief. Something similar to the feeling we would have had after hearing that she went bungie jumping but thankfully ended up just fine. In our minds it was just a fortunate coincidence that she and the baby made it through unscathed.
However, before we entered our journey with #2 I had to figure out what my options were. We had just moved to a city which we discovered was very opposed to VBACs even in the hospital. By this point I was convinced that I wanted another shot at a normal delivery. I started reading books on VBACs, homebirths and anything that would help us in this process. My husband and I also started attending a homebirth class taught by a midwife that attended our church. Yes, I ended up reading my share of very hippie, earthy, free spirited books. I couldn't necessarily argue with what they were saying but their lifestyles were so very different than mine that I certainly couldn't give the books to anyone else to read. I did however, find one that changed my viewpoint entirely. That book was Ina Mays Guide to Childbirth. Ina May was the quintessential hippie of her time but she is extremely knowledgeable about birth and brought whole new insight to my formerly cynical perspective.
Initially my husband was extremely nervous about the idea of having our 2nd at home but when we started looking into our options we realized that was our only choice. There was no other way for us to have a chance at a normal delivery otherwise.
Shortly after our decision we found out we were expecting and broke the news to our family and friends that we would be using a midwife and having our baby at home instead of going to the hospital.
Reactions to this news were diverse but with some explaining we were able to alleviate some fears if not all of them. The biggest reaction was the fear that I had had a C-section before. What if something went wrong? What if my uterus ruptured?
I can't say that we were blind to these concerns. Of course we had asked ourselves those questions countless times before we made our decision. Would this really be safe? What would we do if something really did happen? We had to be convinced that homebirth was our safest option before we would ever pursue it.
One of the most comforting things about homebirth to me and my husband was the fact that our midwife would be with me through the entire labor. We would not get that kind of attention in the hospital and we were convinced it was extremely important for me to have someone who would be so involved that they would know when and if something did go wrong. The minimal amount of intervention was also something we knew we had to have. Most of the uterine ruptures after C-section happened in hospitals when the formerly sectioned woman received pitocin or some other uterine stimulus (this is extremely dangerous to a woman who has had a C-section).
Since that time we have had 2 babies at home and are preparing for our 3rd homebirth in a few months. People often say I am brave for having my babies at home. They assume I have an extremely high tolerance for pain or that my labors are not as hard as others. This is definitely not the case. With our 2nd baby we learned that I labor long and hard. My labors for both babies have lasted more than 24 hours from the starting of more intense regular contractions and after my 3rd baby was born I was completely convinced that our family would have to stay at 3. I could not imagine going through all of that again. I am certainly not brave and labor is extremely painful; however, there is nothing like having my babies at home. It is safe. No one is pressuring me to follow a time clock, no one is suggesting that "we move things along". Instead my husband and I work together through the entire process. I could not do it without him. We read Bible verses, go on walks, and work through it all together.
I'm not saying that homebirth is for everyone but it certainly is something that is worth looking into. There is no harm in exploring all the options before bringing a life into this world even if in the end your decision is that the hospital is the best place. I mostly write these things to encourage those who have had a c-section before, that it can be done. You can have a normal, natural delivery with the rest of your children. My 1st baby was 6lbs and my "small" pelvis was able to deliver 2 8lb babies naturally with very little pushing.
I know this is a very sensitive subject but I am thankful for all the progress that has been made regarding homebirth within the last 4 years and I hope that natural birth continues to become the more trusted option in the future.
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