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Life with a Newborn + 7 Somethings

This week’s edition of 7 somethings is dedicated to our sweet newborn and seven somethings I’ve realized since bringing her home!

Life with a Newborn + 7 Somethings

We took these photos with the talented Kourtney Marie just ten days after Everly was born. I CANNOT believe the difference two and a half months have made in my baby (cue mom tears)!

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Life with a Newborn + 7 Somethings

Life with a Newborn + 7 Somethings

  1. Remember when I said that I was looking forward to baby feet and hands? Yep – they’re absolutely delicious (I’ve learned that you can use “delicious” to describe a baby once you’ve had one. Just trust me… I’m not a cannibal).
  2. Newborn baby stretches + yawns might actually be cuter than baby feet and hands! I think they could melt the heart of worst villain. Basically, they’re super hero powers.
  3. Since having a baby of my own, I want to weep sappy tears whenever I see a baby in public! I have post-baby fever!
  4. When Everly finally opened up her fists, guess what I found inside? LINT! New mamas, consider this your PSA and check those baby rolls for lint! 😉
  5. My girl is EXPRESSIONATE! (She’s got her daddy’s brow to thank for that!) I love seeing what makes her curious and happy.
  6. Breast feeding is hard. No amount of studying or advice truly prepared me for how difficult it would be. And yet I don’t regret a minute of the struggle. The bond between Everly and I is so indescribably precious.
  7. Each day is a new adventure. I’ll think I’ve got nursing down or a nap time routine figured out, then the next day her poop is an entirely different color than the day before and my Adventureman has to hold be back from rushing her to the ER, “just in case”. I’m learning how deeply I need the moment-by-moment strength and peace of my Lord – and it’s a good thing.

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Defeating Mom Guilt

Last month we spent a weekend in La Jolla, California at the beautiful La Valencia Hotel. It was a refreshing weekend with family and friends, but at one point I had to combat a serious bout of mom guilt.

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We were at a swanky seaside restaurant for dinner and were seated on the patio. My desert-dwelling self wasn’t prepared for the evening chill and I was agonizing over whether or not I had bundled Everly enough.

I ventured to the restroom hoping to find a changing table and a secluded place to nurse, but wouldn’t you know it – those things don’t exist in swanky restaurants! As I slid two chairs together into a makeshift changing table, I began to berate myself:

“I should’ve thought things through more before bringing Everly on this trip.”

“Who brings a two month old to a restaurant like this?!”

“Why didn’t I think to bring warmer clothes?!”

“Am I a bad mom? Or worse… do they think that I’m a bad mom?”

At that moment, an elderly woman entered the restroom and interrupted my thoughts. Seeing Everly brought a HUGE smile to her face. She came close to admire her and we exchanged a little small talk.

Then she let her guard down.

She told me how she regretted not having a child of her own. Instead of having children, she toured the world as a career ballerina performing in famous shows, including Swan Lake.

“Wow, that’s amazing!” I told her. “What an accomplishment!”

A look of sadness washed over her face as she replied, “I thought so at the time. But now look at me – I have nothing to show for it.”

My heart broke. Not only for the regret and pain I heard in her voice, but because I recognized in her my own need to seek out significance and worth in accolades.

In being the best mom, the best teacher, blogger, sister, etc. My list of identity-definers is limitless.

And so unsatisfying.

Each pursuit leaves me disappointed and empty because only one pursuit, one identity, can ever truly fulfill me.

And that is Christ.

He redeemed me when I was irredeemable. My life in him has purpose and meaning that extends beyond this present reality and into eternity. Motherhood fades, careers come and go, and trophies and accolades will burn up in the end – but my my status as a daughter of the King will never end.

So why do I strive for perfection in temporary titles? I think it will be my life-long struggle. But the fight to honor and love the Lord above all else is a worthy one.

Before I had time to process my thoughts into a meaningful response, the woman was gone and Everly and I were left alone in the bathroom. I deeply regret not being able to share the hope of the gospel with her!

My prayer is that by sharing this story, someone reading might be encouraged! This journey is nothing apart from Jesus. His grace and salvation are sufficient in this life and for all eternity!

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Dear Everly: A Birth Story

Dear Everly,

I’ve written so many letters to you, letters filled with prayers for your life and the excited ramblings of your expectant mama. But of all the letters I’ve written to you, this one is by far my favorite. It’s the story of how you came be with us – your birth story.

Dear Everly: A Birth Story

I had hoped that you’d come early, but you kept your mama in suspense and decided to wake me up early in the morning just two days before your due date! The pains began softly – almost so softly that I wasn’t certain if I was imagining them!

Your dad and I decided that it was best to hunker down and try to relax as much as possible until you arrived. Dad made some work calls from home and I tried to nap without much success. I was just too excited to meet you! We read our favorite verses aloud. My favorite was from Psalm 139:

For you (God) formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

I couldn’t wait for the unveiling of the beautiful work of art that the Lord had been knitting together inside of me for so many months!

Suddenly those soft pains began to pick up intensity. Short of eating ice cream, I knew the only thing that could make me feel better was a warm bubble bath! So in I went! While I soaked in the tub, your dad played our love song on the piano.

Dear Everly: A Birth Story

About that time, Doula Alyssa arrived. I don’t know what we would have done without her help! She rubbed my back and helped me to get into comfortable positions for each birth pain. When I was feeling weak and afraid, she encouraged me to be strong and remember that with each breath and pain, we were getting closer and closer to seeing your face.

Dear Everly: A Birth Story

Finally, at seven in the evening, we decided that you were DEFINITELY on your way and it was time to get to the hospital. I’ve never seen your dad get out the door so quickly! Before I could even put on a change of clothes he had the car packed and ready. The sun was setting, but we could barely see it through the monsoon storm that blew in just in time to escort us to the hospital!

Dear Everly: A Birth Story

We hit nearly every red light along the way, but finally we arrived at the hospital. I waddled to the door where the amazing Doula Noleen had a wheelchair waiting for me. The nurses checked me and determined that on a scale from 1 to 10, my body was at an EIGHT! It was almost time to push!

I continued to labor in the hospital room. I was getting so tired! I remember thinking, “What if Everly doesn’t come out?!” To help speed up your exit and bring you earth side, the doctor broke my water. Now there was nothing standing in your way!

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Through the hospital window, we saw fireworks – which was actually quite fitting because firework explosions are the only way I can think to characterize the feeling of pushing! The minutes dragged on for what felt like a painful eternity. But then suddenly – you were here!

Dear Everly: A Birth Story

They placed you in my arms and all I could do was look at you in complete shock and with absolute joy. You were here! After all the months of waiting, I was finally able to see your beautiful face.

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For so long I tried to anticipate how I would feel once I finally got to hold you in my arms. The love your dad and I have for you is SO much deeper than I ever could have imagined! It’s indescribable!

I pray for you everyday.

I pray that I can be every bit the mom you need me to be.

I pray that our love for you would lead you to the foot of the cross.

And I pray that your days would be full of the joy that comes from loving the Lord and serving others.

I can’t wait to watch you grow, dear daughter. Welcome home!

Love,

Mom

Incredible pictures taken by Alyssa and Noleen.

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Dreams of Green + 7 Somethings

I am not a girl with a green thumb. My home is where potted plants come to die.

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My sweet husband used to bring home flowers in small pots as a romantic gesture, and finally one day I had to ask him to stop. I couldn’t take the pressure of keeping them alive and the disappointment I’d feel when that plant inevitably kicked the can!

Despite my dreary history in horticulture, I’ve decided to take on a new project – indoor plants! I mean – with a baby due any day – there’s never been a better time to take on the task of sustaining plant life, right?!

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I LOVE green… and this corner in the nursery has been begging for a natural pop of color.

I was going to just fill pots with fake plants, but they looked… well…. fake.

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I’ll be using Mary Lauren’s awesome guide to keeping plants alive. Here’s hoping that I can at least hold off the grim reaper until Everly’s due date!

Indoor plants are one of my “somethings“. Here are the rest!

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2. Mike and I went to see The House this past weekend, and I somehow forgot that it was rated R (they only show the cleanest and funniest parts in the previews)! Thanks to the rating, I spent majority of the previews with my head buried in Mike’s shoulder, trying to block out the terrifying scenes of the HORROR movie previews! So if you’re looking for some laughs and hoping to catch this movie – beware – you may be getting a heavy dose of horror as well!

3. My hospital bag is packed and now there’s one little thing left to do – the push mix. We’ve got lots of relaxing/inspiring music stations on hand, but I feel like the actual delivery part of labor is going to call for something more intense. Is it weird that I’m considering Salt-N-Pepa’s Push It and Run the World by Beyonce? 😉

4. I love my letterboard. Like most people, I got one because I was so inspired by all of the hilarious quotes I saw being used. Part of me wonders if I’m clever enough to own one of these! Disclaimer: my funniest letter board quotes won’t be originals! You can see my latest inspirations here.

5. I suffer from Amazon Prime guilt. We use Prime WAY too often! It’s not uncommon for us to get multiple deliveries in a day and for there to be a stockpile of unbroken down boxes alongside our house. The Amazon delivery guy once tried bringing a package to our doorstep, before quickly realizing it was meant for our neighbors – force of habit I guess! I’d like to blame the steady delivery traffic on the fact that we have a baby coming and need lots of stuff, but the truth is that we’re just addicted to convenience. Can anyone else relate?!

6. Most of my wardrobe consists of stripes these daysI love the way they accentuate the baby bump. I’ve been living in this particularly comfortable dress from Target.

7. We’re squeezing in as many date nights as we can! The Orchard is our current new favorite place. It’s a little local gem, tucked away in a neighborhood off of Glendale Avenue. There are 3 restaurants on the historic property – a dinner place, a breakfast/lunch market, and an ice cream parlor. Yum! In the center of all the restaurants are picnic tables, lawn chairs, dangling lights, and even a splash pad for kids! Talk about the perfect trifecta!

Summers are full of favorite “somethings”! What are some of yours?

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What I Can’t Wait For

It’s now July –  my baby girl’s birthday month. Lately, the reality of her arrival has been hitting me in massive waves of excitement! There are so many things about bringing my little human home that I just can’t wait for!

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I’m looking forward to the tangible things.

Like the smell and feel of her brand new baby skin!

And being able to hold and kiss her precious little baby hands and feet. (Does anyone else just lose it over adorable baby feet?!)

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I can’t wait to see which features of me and which features of Mike she uniquely wears. I already know that I’ll marvel in amazement at how God knitted her together so perfectly.

And then there are the intangible things that I can’t wait for.

Like the instinctual ease of holding baby. (I was that teen that fearfully held newborns as if they were ticking time bombs)! I’m looking forward to those mama instincts, or in the very least, what I’ll learn in sick or swim fashion!

I’m looking forward to loving a completely new facet of my husband – Mike the dad. There are moments as we sit talking and dreaming about our little girl when this look of absolute tenderness comes over his face… and I just want to cry!

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And most of all, I look forward to understanding God’s love in a deeply new and profound way. To know that the massive love I feel for my daughter can’t even compare to the everlasting and depthless love of God for me will be SO humbling!

I’ve been carrying our Everly June for almost 9 months now. In a way I feel like we’ve been planning a massive homecoming party for dear friend all this time. A friend who’ve we’ve never met, and yet somehow know so well. A little life who will change our lives forever.

We can’t wait to meet you Everly June! You homecoming party is ready for you. 🙂

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