I first off have to apologize for being MIA. I haven't really posted much since Tommy's birth story. Life has been a little crazy for a while. Now, five months later I am really able to sit down and reflect. I am not really even sure where to start.
If you read our birth story, you understand how moving and exciting the birth was for us. It was one of the most amazing times in my life. Life changing, invigorating, joyful. I thought I would never loose that feeling of bliss, a total high unlike I have ever felt. My midwife warned me about the days to come, the sadness that can creep in like a bandit, when the hormones start to take a dive. I brushed it off, and surely felt as if I would never come down off this cloud. It wouldn't happen this time, after all, the birth was everything I had dreamed, and MORE. I felt physically good, mentally stable and just plain ecstatic to have our second boy earth side after nine months of waiting.
Then it hit me. About three days post-partum, I was feeding Tommy, and I asked Joey to come give me a kiss. He said "no", and ran over to Gary. My heart felt as if it had been shattered into a million pieces. I don't know where it came from, but the tears just came flooding out. I sobbed and rightfully startled my 18 month old, which in turn pushed him quickly into daddy's arms. For three weeks, I cried every single day. The place I was, was dark. I felt lonely, like a failure to my 1st born, and a terrible wife to my husband. How could anyone love me, when all I did was cry? I was severely sleep deprived, hormonal and lost at how to navigate my new role as a mother of two. I was afraid to leave the house, but thought I should try it. Tommy was almost 3 weeks old and I thought I would take him and Joey to the grocery store to get some snacks and get out of the house. I remember a woman peeking in at Tommy and asking how old he was. When she heard that he was about three weeks, she gave me the oddest look and said "wow, that's so young to be out and about already". I went home feeling like I had been a neglectful and selfish mom. I didn't really NEED to get snacks at the store, I had an amazing husband for that. What was I doing "out and about" with my three week old anyway. I belonged at home. I cried some more and then I just felt angry. Angry with the woman from the store, angry with myself and angry that I could not get back to that happy, blissful spot I had found only a few short weeks back. These were the "baby blues" at their finest.
It wasn't too long, and I stopped crying everyday...I remember the day that I did not cry at all. Although, I was not by any means in a happy place, I was not so sad either. Maybe this was the light. I would make it through this sooner than later. Hope arose. My heart felt lifted. I could do this, and maybe I wasn't so bad at it after all. It took about 3 months until I finally started feeling a bit more like myself again, and now, five months later, I can say without a doubt that life is getting easier, we have all adjusted and are starting to get to that really good place again.
Prayer, coffee, exercise, sleep and time have given me back that light again. That light that shines so bright in my eyes, my children's eyes and my husbands. It's sometimes a hard thing for mommy's to talk about, those dark days after birth...sometimes we feel like we can't, we shouldn't, we should just smile and be grateful for all of our blessings and never reveal the feelings of darkness. I am grateful and VERY thankful, but I also have to give acknowledgment to the very true feelings of sadness that can accompany such a life changing event. A huge change in your hormones, your body and what sleep depervation can do to your mind is very real and should never be looked at as weakness, or selfishness.
Here's to the light again, and the many fun, happy memories to come.
Our Journey
Marriage / Love / Family / Adventure
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Thursday, September 25, 2014
Monday, June 23, 2014
Yummy & Healthy Zucchini/Banana Bread Recipe
My friend Stacy and I have perfected this recipe, not only is it VERY delicious, it is also very good for you. Makes the perfect snack for you or your kiddos! I give it 5 stars! I hope you like it.
1 teaspoon of salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
3 teaspoons cinnamon
3 eggs
1 cup of applesauce
1 cup of light agave nectar
3 teaspoons of vanilla extract
2 cups of grated zucchini (about 2 med size zucchini)
1 ripe banana- mashed
1 cup chopped walnuts (optional)
2. Preheat oven to 325 degrees F.
3. Blend flour, salt, baking soda, baking powder, and cinnamon together in a bowl.
4. Beat eggs, applesauce, vanilla, and agave nectar together in a large bowl. Add dry ingredients to the creamed mixture and beat well. Stir in zucchini, banana and nuts (optional) until well combined. Pour batter into prepared pans.
5. Bake for 40-60 mins, or until tester inserted into center of loaf comes out clean.
*If using mini-muffin tins, bake for 14-16 mins.
6. Cool on wire rack and ENJOY!!!
Yummy Healthy Zucchini/Banana Bread
Ingredients:
3 cups Whole Wheat Flour1 teaspoon of salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
3 teaspoons cinnamon
3 eggs
1 cup of applesauce
1 cup of light agave nectar
3 teaspoons of vanilla extract
2 cups of grated zucchini (about 2 med size zucchini)
1 ripe banana- mashed
1 cup chopped walnuts (optional)
Directions:
1. Grease one 10" loaf pan, and one mini muffin tin (9 mini muffins) OR two 8x4 inch loaf pans2. Preheat oven to 325 degrees F.
3. Blend flour, salt, baking soda, baking powder, and cinnamon together in a bowl.
4. Beat eggs, applesauce, vanilla, and agave nectar together in a large bowl. Add dry ingredients to the creamed mixture and beat well. Stir in zucchini, banana and nuts (optional) until well combined. Pour batter into prepared pans.
5. Bake for 40-60 mins, or until tester inserted into center of loaf comes out clean.
*If using mini-muffin tins, bake for 14-16 mins.
6. Cool on wire rack and ENJOY!!!
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Thomas George - Birth Story
From the moment I knew I was pregnant, I was planning your
birth. The excitement was overwhelming and I just knew that it would be a
beautiful entry into this world. The nine months seemed to pass slowly as our
anticipation grew. We were happy with
how the birth of your older brother turned out in the hospital, but we felt there was something more to the experience that we may have missed out on
due to some of the interventions that seemed to cascade towards the end of our
journey. With Joey, it was a twelve hour
labor of love, three of those hours were spent pushing hard without pain medication. After two hours of pushing, we were offered Pitocin to help get him out,
and I was so exhausted that I took it. After
another hour, we were offered a vacuum extraction, which we reluctantly
accepted because I had nothing left to give. I was out of energy and my resolve
was fading. I was given a local numbing
shot and with one push (vacuum assisted), your dad and I became parents for the
first time. It was wonderful, amazing, blissful and beautiful but the recovery
was terrible. I had second degree tears
that required stitches, and my body felt like it had been run over by a semi-truck from all of that purple pushing. I shook for two
weeks whenever I would exert myself at all.
Going to the bathroom was exhausting, and I needed help to do it, which
was humbling and humiliating at the same time.
I wanted something different with your birth, although I wasn't quite
sure yet what that would look like.
We loved the midwives that we used with your brother, and we
loved that the hospital tried hard to stick to our birth plan. We
never felt bullied or forced into anything, so we decided to continue our care
at that practice for the time being. Half way through your pregnancy, your dad
and I started researching water birth. We found that there were two hospitals
and a birth center in the metro area that offered those services. We started to
investigate. We visited all three facilities
and weighed the pros and cons of each. Finally, we decided that if I continued
to be low risk through my 28th week that we would make the switch to
one of the hospitals. My 28 week appointment was
great; I was still low risk, so we made the switch. I started seeing the new midwives at my 32
week appointment.
One evening not long after, I decided to buy the book “Ina
May’s Guide to Childbirth”. I started reading it and was very intrigued by it.
I started thinking about how amazing it might be to try to give birth at
home. I felt very confident in my body’s
ability to birth a baby, I was low risk, so why couldn't I do it at home?! I started feeling excited at the possibility.
I spoke to your dad, and he supported the idea, so I texted our doula and told
her I was considering it. She was very excited too. We then started the process of interviewing home-birth midwives. We prayed about this
a lot. We sought out peace in our decision, and we found it.
We interviewed three midwives and found that two of them
would be a perfect fit. One of them offered all “in home” pre-natal and
post-natal appointments, not to mention she had a calming presence that your
father and I felt very comfortable with, so we chose her.
We continued our care at the hospital as well, since there
was still one test that needed to be run (GBS) before the birth. (Our
insurance would cover it, but only if we went to the hospital). The GBS test, or Group B strep test, was
something that I did not look forward to. I was positive with your brother, and
was concerned that I would be positive again with you. I sought out a holistic
doctor and began taking immune boosting supplements, probiotics and a clove or
two of garlic every night to try and avoid a positive outcome.
When I gave birth to your brother, I needed an IV antibiotic due to the positive GBS test. Since I am severely allergic to penicillin, and the GBS strain I carried was resistant to three other antibiotics, they ended up giving me Vancomyicin. While I was in labor with Joey, I had an allergic reaction to this antibiotic also. I realized that I did not have any good options for antibiotics if I were to be positive again. This scared me a bit. At 36 weeks I had the test preformed, and found out again that I was GBS positive. It broke my heart and my spirit. I was crushed.
I had the option of having a hospital birth with antibiotics again, in which the reaction I had previously might be compounded and worse, or I could continue with our home-birth plans without antibiotic use. This was a huge decision, one which we did not take lightly. We researched the GBS risk, and found that it was extremely rare that there would be complications resulting from the positive result (less than 1%). (Especially if you were born after 36 weeks, my water did not break right away, and I did not run a fever during labor).
The risk was higher that the allergic reactions to the antibiotics I would need, would cause complications. Even if we decided on a hospital birth, we would have opted out of the antibiotics anyway. We decided to proceed with the home-birth, while watching carefully for any signs of infection. We would transfer to the hospital at the first sign something was not going right. Our midwives suggested a hibiclens wash at the beginning of labor which has been shown to reduce the GBS and even eliminate it all together. Our midwives and doula were very confident in this approach, which made me feel at peace. Again, we prayed about this decision. We put our faith in God and did not base our decisions on fear. We based every decision on faith and evidence based research.
When I gave birth to your brother, I needed an IV antibiotic due to the positive GBS test. Since I am severely allergic to penicillin, and the GBS strain I carried was resistant to three other antibiotics, they ended up giving me Vancomyicin. While I was in labor with Joey, I had an allergic reaction to this antibiotic also. I realized that I did not have any good options for antibiotics if I were to be positive again. This scared me a bit. At 36 weeks I had the test preformed, and found out again that I was GBS positive. It broke my heart and my spirit. I was crushed.
I had the option of having a hospital birth with antibiotics again, in which the reaction I had previously might be compounded and worse, or I could continue with our home-birth plans without antibiotic use. This was a huge decision, one which we did not take lightly. We researched the GBS risk, and found that it was extremely rare that there would be complications resulting from the positive result (less than 1%). (Especially if you were born after 36 weeks, my water did not break right away, and I did not run a fever during labor).
The risk was higher that the allergic reactions to the antibiotics I would need, would cause complications. Even if we decided on a hospital birth, we would have opted out of the antibiotics anyway. We decided to proceed with the home-birth, while watching carefully for any signs of infection. We would transfer to the hospital at the first sign something was not going right. Our midwives suggested a hibiclens wash at the beginning of labor which has been shown to reduce the GBS and even eliminate it all together. Our midwives and doula were very confident in this approach, which made me feel at peace. Again, we prayed about this decision. We put our faith in God and did not base our decisions on fear. We based every decision on faith and evidence based research.
I remember asking God to protect you and me. I asked him
that if possible, he could birth you in the caul (the protective, fluid filled
sack that you have been growing in since conception). This way, there would be
even less of a chance that you could come into contact with the GBS. I remember telling our doula, that this could
happen and it gave me a peace of mind. I
left the rest in God’s hands, and began to look forward to your arrival.
Your brother arrived earth side two weeks early. He
surprised us at 37 weeks + 6 days. There was no “waiting” for him to
arrive, he just came…early, happy and healthy. I was hoping this would be the
same case with you, as I did not LOVE being pregnant. By this point in my
pregnancy with you, I was very uncomfortable; I had pregnancy rhinitis and
could not breathe at night without Afrin nasal spray. I was getting about 1.5
hours of uninterrupted sleep at a time since I would wake myself up snoring or
needing to go to the bathroom. The 38 week point came and went with no sign of you. I
started to feel discouraged. Every night I would go to sleep, hoping that this
would be the night, and every morning I would wake up without even a twinge of
labor. This went on for over a week. I was emotionally drained. I wanted so
badly to meet you. I was so excited to birth you. I prayed every day…I asked for patience and
respect for God’s perfect timing. The 39th week came, and still, you waited. Mommy cried a lot in the mornings, aching to
meet you every single day.
I finally started to
release this to God and push back the fear of going past my “due date". I prayed that you would come when you were
healthy and ready….(secretly hoping it would be during the day rather than in
the middle of the night). I never really said it, but that’s what I was hoping
for. A birth during the day would make
it a lot easier with your brother around. Easter weekend was approaching and I had given
up on hoping you would come early, so your dad and I decided to go on one last
date night before you made your arrival. We feasted at Texas Roadhouse. I
enjoyed a nice juicy rib eye steak with mashed potatoes and Caesar salad. After
dinner we got ice cream at Cold Stone Creamery, I had amaretto flavor with
chocolate chips and cherries. I was so
full and sleepy that we went home and right to bed.
At around 3:30 in the morning on Friday 4/18/2014, your
bother Joey woke up. He started screaming a terrible scream that startled your
dad and I. We ran into his room where he was very upset. He cried and cried. We
read to him, held him, fed him, but nothing worked. He would not go back to
sleep. This was very unlike him, he never did this. After about an hour, we took him into bed
with us, and turned on some television. That did the trick. He stopped crying
and snuggled up with us. Your dad decided to work from home that morning, since
we were both so tired and I needed some help with Joey.
Around 5:00 am, we decided to get out of bed and make
breakfast since mommy was hungry. Mommy worked
on cooking egg sandwiches while daddy started setting up his work computer to
check some emails. That is when I felt my first contraction. It was a very
mild, dull ache in my abdomen; it did not last very long. I checked the clock, 5:31 am. Maybe this was
it? I wanted to believe it, but did not want to get too excited. I waited. Another one, 5:37 am. Nice.
I asked your dad to start blowing up the birth tub, just in case you
decided to arrive today. I still wasn’t fully convinced that this was “it”, but
it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared. Dad worked on getting the tub set up, and I
kept having contractions about 7 mins apart. I texted our doula and midwife to
let them know that it might happen today. I told them not to rush here, but it
might be a good idea to come when they can get around to it.
I tried to keep myself busy in the kitchen, cleaning the
microwave, sweeping the floor. I played with Joey for a while. I knew that this
must be happening rather quickly, when I started feeling annoyed with your dad
for working on the birth tub. At around 8:30 am, my contractions were less than
5 minutes apart and starting to get quite strong. I had to stop playing with
Joey and just concentrate on getting through each one. I used the exercise ball
to lean on through each one. I made your dad stop getting the pool ready and
come help me. We laid Joey down for a nap. I texted our doula and midwife again, to tell
them to hurry up. Things were progressing much faster than I anticipated. Stacie, our midwife arrived around 9:30 am and helped me with contractions, while your
dad continued filling the tub with hot water. The tub was ready about 10 am, so
I got in. Our doula, Misty arrived shortly
after. The hot water really felt good, and helped me relax through each
contraction. I moaned low and loud through each rush and envisioned you moving
down. Your Aunt Jenna and Jessica
arrived and listened for Joey to awake. Once he awoke, Jenna took him to her
house to be watched by uncle Justin. She quickly returned to our house
afterwards.
I held onto Misty’s hands and knelt over the edge of the
pool. Your dad rubbed my lower back and kept a warm towel over my back. Our birth playlist was a compilation of Christian
music. I prayed for strength and a healthy baby. I trusted in our Savior. I
leaned on HIM I prayed to HIM, HE was faithful to his word and never left my
side, not for a moment.
Sometime right before your arrival, our second midwife, Jen
showed up. I saw her and acknowledged her
presence. I was in the zone, non-focused
awareness; I think is what they call it. I was aware of all that was happening,
but I was not focused on any one particular thing. I allowed thoughts and
feelings to come and go, they flowed in and out like water. Like the rush of
labor, my thoughts ebbed and flowed. I thought I should try to go to the
bathroom, so I exited the pool and your dad helped me walk to the bathroom. I
could not go, but I yelled out that I felt pressure. I was probably ready to
start pushing, even though I did not quite know it yet. I hugged your dad
through another rush and got back into the pool. I remember feeling scared for
a moment. Scared of what it would feel like when you crowned. I never got to
feel that with Joey due to the local shot they gave me right before the vacuum
extraction. I remember a fleeting thought of worry that I would be pushing for a long time. I remember telling Misty that I was scared. She reassured me, held
my hands and softly stroked the fear from my limbs.
I started to push. It was involuntary. I had no control over
it, but it felt good. I never felt the urge to push with Joey, but I was sure feeling it now. I could feel your head moving down. Every sensation was
amplified. Emotion rushed through my body as I knew deep down that this was the
end. My song came on right at that moment. (The song I listened to throughout the
pregnancy, it was calming and helpful). “Oceans”
by Hillsong United. I started to cry tears of great joy when the song began. I
knew you were just minutes away. I knew God was with us. I knew it would all be
ok.
I gave into the feeling; I surrendered all to our Lord and Savior. Each wave came stronger and stronger. I was not afraid anymore. Misty cried with me. I heard someone ask your dad if he wanted to catch you. He moved behind me. I pushed so hard. I felt your head coming out. I screamed. It hurt, bad. Your shoulders were stuck a bit, I had to stand up and lift my leg up. Another push, out came your shoulders…I screamed again…the pain was even more intense. Next painful feeling was your butt coming out and it was done. You were here.
My joy could not be contained. I cried at what we accomplished, together. What a team, you, me and your daddy. We worked so hard. We did it. They told me you were born in the caul. My heart leapt in joy, you were protected, just as I had prayed! It wasn’t until later when I saw the pictures of your caul birth that I could fully appreciate the miracle that just happened. They say caul births happen so rarely, 1 in 80,000. I say praise Jesus. Your dad announced that we had a boy! Thomas George Lawson, born 4/18/2014 at 11:17 am, Good Friday, in the Caul. 20.5 inches / 8 lbs 5 oz. Perfection. A true miracle. Amen.
I gave into the feeling; I surrendered all to our Lord and Savior. Each wave came stronger and stronger. I was not afraid anymore. Misty cried with me. I heard someone ask your dad if he wanted to catch you. He moved behind me. I pushed so hard. I felt your head coming out. I screamed. It hurt, bad. Your shoulders were stuck a bit, I had to stand up and lift my leg up. Another push, out came your shoulders…I screamed again…the pain was even more intense. Next painful feeling was your butt coming out and it was done. You were here.
My joy could not be contained. I cried at what we accomplished, together. What a team, you, me and your daddy. We worked so hard. We did it. They told me you were born in the caul. My heart leapt in joy, you were protected, just as I had prayed! It wasn’t until later when I saw the pictures of your caul birth that I could fully appreciate the miracle that just happened. They say caul births happen so rarely, 1 in 80,000. I say praise Jesus. Your dad announced that we had a boy! Thomas George Lawson, born 4/18/2014 at 11:17 am, Good Friday, in the Caul. 20.5 inches / 8 lbs 5 oz. Perfection. A true miracle. Amen.
Oceans by Hillsong United
Verse #1
You call me out upon the
water
The great unknown, where feet may fail
And there I find You in the mystery
In oceans deep, my faith will stand
The great unknown, where feet may fail
And there I find You in the mystery
In oceans deep, my faith will stand
Chorus:
And I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise
My soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours, and You are mine
And I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise
My soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours, and You are mine
Verse #2
Your grace abounds in deepest waters
Your sovereign hand will be my guide
Where feet may fail and fear surrounds me
You've never failed, and You won't start now
Your grace abounds in deepest waters
Your sovereign hand will be my guide
Where feet may fail and fear surrounds me
You've never failed, and You won't start now
Chorus:
So I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise
My soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours, and You are mine
So I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise
My soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours, and You are mine
Bridge:
Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior x 7
Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior x 7
Ending:
I will call upon Your name
Keep my eyes above the waves
My soul will rest in Your embrace
I am Yours, and You are mine
I am Yours, and You are mine
I am Yours, and You are mine
I am Yours, and You are mine
I will call upon Your name
Keep my eyes above the waves
My soul will rest in Your embrace
I am Yours, and You are mine
I am Yours, and You are mine
I am Yours, and You are mine
I am Yours, and You are mine
Monday, February 3, 2014
The Holidays
This post is combining December and January to get me caught up! I'll try to be concise and to the point.
December was a beautiful month in Colorado, we started out with nice weather and a family hike at a local lake. Joey really enjoyed it and so did mom and dad. We got to see a bald eagle nesting area while enjoying the mountain air.
Joey learned to dance with Mara, and fell in love with the Christmas tree. We decided that we wanted to visit Michigan for Christmas, so we bought our tickets this month to "go home". We did however decide to have a nice Colorado Christmas as well. The weekend before we were scheduled to fly to Detroit, we crammed in as much as we could to celebrate the season.
On the Saturday before, we had a Christmas party, complete with a white Elephant gift exchange! We gathered with family and friends and enjoyed food, gifts and lots of cheer. That Sunday, Gary and I visited a family in Denver and helped to deliver Christmas gifts and dinner to them, to make their day a little more special. Finally on Tuesday morning (Christmas Eve), we headed to the airport and made our way back to the mitten.
We were so lucky to visit with so many family and friends while we were "home". We would have liked to fit more in, but surprisingly, two and a half weeks seems to go by in a flash. Not to mention, we had a huge winter storm (15" of snow and ice) to deal with for the last week we were home, which made travel very difficult and put a major cramp in our visiting. We did still get a lot in, lots of time spent with Joey's grandparents and great-grandparents (aunts, uncles and cousins too!), sledding in the snow, visiting Dave and Kate's farm, a New Years Eve celebration with Devon, Al and Brady, dinner at a Japanese Steakhouse, lunch at Rainforest Cafe, dinner at Amy and Jeff's, and so much more we can't write it all down. Lots of good memories to hold us over until the next time.
We came back to Colorado's beautiful weather, 63 degrees and sunny! (I do NOT miss Michigan's winters at all). We have been playing catch up for a while, but finally feel like we are back in the swing of our routine. January, came with a lot of changes...we decided to switch hospitals for the birth of baby #2, and we will now be delivering at University of Colorado, and hoping for a water birth this time! We bought a "big boy bed" for Joey, he is not officially sleeping in it yet, but it is set up and he's getting used to it being in his room. Hopefully he will be transitioned well before baby needs the crib. That is the plan. We have also spent some time getting things in order for baby #2's arrival. I can't believe I'm in my 3rd trimester already! Only around 11 weeks left! YAY.
So far, I'm feeling pretty good...I think better than I did with Joey at this point in the pregnancy. Hopefully that will keep up.
Lots of love!!!!! Enjoy the pics.
20 weeks
Winter Hike at Stanley Lake
Loving the fresh air
Bald Eagle Habitat
Bald Eagle Nests
Colorado Sunshine
I love my dump truck
I love my dog
Opening Christmas gifts
Mara loves Alice
Anticipation
YAY Mickey!
Charlotte and Alicia
Just like dada
Merry Christmas
A day in the park
Four Generations
Chillin at Mimi and Papa's with dada
I love Mimi
Hi Papa
Life is good
sledding by the pond with mama
spending time with great grandpa Masta
learning from great grandpa Keeling
hanging out at the farm with lil Addie
Meeting the cows!
1st time on a tractor
Christmas gifts at Granny and Judgies
Happy New Year
I missed you Brady!!!
Learning from Brady
Give it to ME!!!!!!!!
Preggers!
26 weeks
dada and Judgie
I love Judgie
New Years Day dinner
A trip to the Rainforest
The Barkman Jacket!
Maple Rowe Farm
Fun in the snow
My first hill
YAY!!!
Pregnant snowman! lol
Future Eagle
Feeding Mara
Best buds!
Just another January Day at the park
Helping Dada get my bed together
BIG BOY
Movie time with Aunt Sessi
Fireman Joe
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