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Yesterday was September 13th. To the rest of the world this date doesn't have much significance. But to me and my family, it is a date that will always remind us to praise our Savior for his protection. September 13th of 2009, was the day that my water broke 13 weeks too early and started our 10 week stay in St. Mary's Hospital. Thinking back on that day I remember it being full of fear and anxiety. I remember thinking, "this cant be happening to me." I had no idea what was going to happen to me or my baby. In the beginning of my pregnancy I had chosen to have a midwife, mainly so I wouldn't have to be hooked up to a small command station or deal with the hospital madness. I guess God had other plans. The miraculous thing was, the whole time I knew that God was in control. For almost 3 weeks the Lord had led me to the first Chapter of James which talks about Faith and Perseverance. The week before I had a strong sense in my spirit that my faith was going to be...

If I were to describe the past 6 days in one word it would be ... "teething". Now granted I had been warned of this event from the time my daughter was born. But, no one could have explained to me the extent of sweat and tears that go into it. For 10 months I had affectionately gazed at my Little Loves toothless grin, wondering when those teeth would make their debut. Well, they're here. Last Sunday I was holding Adelaide and she starts laying her head down on my shoulder. Aw, I thought, its so sweet she wants to cuddle. The next morning I knew why. She woke up with a fever of 101*. So I get out the Walgreens brand pain reliever (because Tylenol is no where to be found these days), and for 3 days I try to bring this sucker down! Eventually on Wednesday I take her to the doctor's office. The doc gives the prescription and all should be better by morning. Right? Not a chance. These Pearly Whites are getting all the attention they deserve. By Thursday morning the...

This week my grandparents are visiting from North Carolina. This will be their first time meeting Adelaide. My Nanna and Papa were such a special part of my life and I was so looking forward to them getting to meet my Little Love. The first meeting was full of sweet kisses and hugs and of course the comparing of Adelaide's looks to her parents. My family is convinced that she looks like me and Luke's that she looks like him. Yesterday we took a four generations picture, my nanna, my mom, me and Adelaide. Four beautiful generations together. I have always loved these pictures. We are so blessed that Adelaide has all four of her Great Grandmothers living. I do not remember any of my great grandmothers, so seeing the love of these four matriarchs is so special to me. It amazes me that 50 years ago these women were new mothers planning for the future. Did they think of their great grandchildren then? Did they think of all the little lives that they would touch? We are so thankful ...

For four months I have basically been at home. This is not a bad thing, I actually love it! Occasionally I may brave a trip to the store, doctor's office, or church. Other than that I stay hunkered down in my foxhole with my precious little girl. However, lately I have noticed the degree of antisocial personality from my daughter and myself has been growing. So, it is time to venture out. On monday nights my parents hold a small group for young ladies. They have an adoring group of 20 something girls who pile in their living room and hang on every word that may escape their lips. And rightly so, my parents are wonderful!! For two weeks now I have gone and been a part of this group. I love the company, the dinner, and the time in God's Word, but it is still hard to leave my baby at home. I am so thankful that I have a husband who loves and adores his wife and daughter. When I decided to go to the small group I fully expected him to whine a little. You know the typical,"Why ...

I was taking a look around my apartment today and I realized that every room has been taken over by baby gear. 1200 sq. feet and practically 1/3 of it belongs to my five month old. How does this happen? I realize that there is a delusional period for all expectant mothers in which they must have every possible item on the suggested registry list. Just when you think you have enough blankets, baby seats, teddy bears, you will inevitably be given a bag of hand-me-down "must haves" that a fellow delusioned mother can't wait to get rid of. So now I sit in my living room surrounded by a baby swing, an exersauser, a boppy, 2 blankets, one pink elephant, 2 pacifiers, and about 5 burp cloths (which I actually seem to never have enough of). However, 10 minutes with this things is about all my daughter can take. She quickly lets me know that her one desire is to be held and rocked and to have my full attention. So today the multitude of baby gear must wait. Singing, cooing, and sm...