Testing…testing…this thing on?
Just wanted to peek out of my hiding place to make a little announcement…
…our precious baby girl has arrived!
Baby N arrived on Tuesday, February 8 at 10:29 a.m. She weighed in at 6 lbs, 10 oz, was 20 inches long…and is basically the sweetest baby in the world (in case you were wondering). 🙂
She and I have spent much time bonding, and I am in love with my sweet little lovebird!
The past week and a half has been a wonderful time for our little family. M has been fortunate enough to have several days off of work, so we have been able to spend lots of time bonding as a family, getting to know our new little one, and adjusting to being a family of five (It feels so weird just to type that, by the way — FIVE! We have THREE children! Surreal!).
Anyway, I have plans to write about her labor/birth (preview: in my mind, baby N will forever be associated with the show Survivor-Man) and perhaps even her name…and no, though I am far behind, I have not given up on my Project 365 (trust me, I have at least a picture a day for the last couple weeks!) . I will catch up in due time. But not now. For now I am keeping plenty busy catching up with life, and just enjoying this precious little dear that currently snoozing on my chest!
It has been a long week. This baby within me is growing, as is my physical discomfort. Contractions — the painful kind — started making their appearance on Wednesday, and and have returned sporadically since then. I’m achy. I’m tired but I can’t sleep. Insomnia + achiness does not a good night’s sleep make. Going to bed has become the most un-restful part of my day. I’m tired of not being able to carry my babies or snuggle close with them on my lap, as they have been asking me to. I can’t keep my house very clean, and caring for the physical and spiritual needs of my kids has become a challenge. I have been blessed with a lot of help and understanding from my wonderful family and husband, but still — I have been ready to move on to the next stage of all of this…focused on hoping that baby N will be here soon (that hope increased by the fact that my other two babies arrived a couple weeks early) so that I can once again be comfortable and feel like the mom I want to be….
…but then I’ve been reflecting on a conversation I had on Thursday morning with a new friend from my Bible Study Fellowship group. We were talking about how I was nearing the end of my pregnancy, and though I can’t remember her exact words, she made a comment to the effect of “Just think of how bittersweet it will be to finish this stage of things”. At first I thought she was talking about pregnancy itself, so I said “Yeah…I’m sure I’ll miss feeling the baby move, and all of that…”, but then she explained that she was talking not only about pregnancy itself, but about this stage of family. These are the last few weeks (days) when we will be a family of 4 — when my two kids will be the only two kids. Once the baby is born, things will forever be different — GOOD different, but different.
So…with that thought in my mind, I want to focus on savoring this time as best I can before things change. I am uncomfortable and I don’t know how I can possibly make it for 4 more weeks until my due date…but I pray that I don’t lose sight of the fact that there is so much to treasure and enjoy, even in this moment when it’s so easy to focus on what’s next.
And I’m pretty sure this is a life lesson I’ll need to remember even after this baby has arrived!
Every so often, Baby S gives us what we call “The Look”.
She furrows her brow…
…and pouts a little…
…but we don’t worry too much, because we know that just beyond the pout…
…a little smile is trying to break through…
…and our girl isn’t really so sad after all. 🙂
Our Sweet Baby S turns 1 tomorrow! I can hardly believe it. She has grown so, so fast…here’s a little photo documentation of her first year:
As you can tell from the pictures, S is a truly a joy-filled-snuggly-pie
and we love her lots!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY GIRL! 🙂
The first one is probably “technically” ideal — all eyes on the camera, everyone looking nice, behaving, etc.
The second one probably captures the reality of our life a bit more accurately, though:
It might be a crazy life, but it’s our life…wait, what?!
(in all seriousness, though, these pics were part of a wonderful series of pictures my sister Katie took of our family! We just got the CD of photos and I’m thrilled with them. I’ll share more later. My sissy is so darn gifted!)
So…I realized today, after posting my little photo essay in honor of my beloved, that I’d failed to post about our little celebration this past weekend! Even though Mark’s birthday was today, the three of us celebrated on Saturday night, as school nights just do not make the best celebratory evenings for my dear teacher husband. So we opted for a low-key yet fun, family evening on Saturday.
First, I made my very first fondue. It was a cheesy recipe (using two different expensive and delicious yet very stinky cheeses that even now I can’t recall the names of). Aside from the fact that it began to congeal when I failed to keep it on constant heat, it was pretty good — and it was fun to finally use our fondue pot:
We then had the traditional Wallace family buttermilk birthday cake, which I am finally STARTING to get the hang of making (read: it was edible this year). Here’s a snapshot of the birthday boy and said cake:
Next it was time to open the gifts, among which was The Dangerous Book for Boys, from Will. He’s quite a creative gift-giver, that baby.
We rounded out the night by bundling up and heading to the store to seek out the perfect pair of basketball shoes (my gift to Mark – yet this wife doesn’t know enough about basketball shoes to trust herself with picking a pair out herself!). Unfortunately we haven’t had any luck yet in finding the right pair – but soon!
‘Twas a good night. It sure is fun to time together as a family. This is the life. 🙂
Thanks to my friend Kim for passing this forward along my way:
I CORINTHIANS 13 – A CHRISTMAS VERSION
If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love to my family, I’m just another decorator. If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not show love to my family, I’m just another cook.
If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home and give all that I have to charity, but do not show love to my family, it profits me nothing. If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the choir’s cantata but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.
Love stops the cooking to hug the child. Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the husband. Love is kind, though harried and tired. Love doesn’t envy another’s home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens. Love doesn’t yell at the kids to get out of the way, but is thankful they are there to be in the way. Love doesn’t give only to those who are able to give in return but rejoices in giving to those who can’t.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust, but giving the gift of love will endure.
Merry Christmas and lots of love to you and yours!