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Baby Boy at Six Months

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I can't believe that you are already a half a year old.  You have brought such joy into our lives. You are mostly a happy baby. You usually only fuss if you are very tired or hungry.  You started crawling at just 5 1/2 months. You still do the army crawl though,  not yet crawling on all fours. You will get wherever you want to go by either crawling or rolling.  You love being down on the floor to explore. You usually take a nice, long nap in the afternoon. This has been such a blessing to me because it allows me to spend that time homeschooling your brothers. You currently weigh about 15.4 pounds.  You are showing more interest in eating more food. I was just feeding you a small jar or two of food each day, but I think I need to start giving you food with each bottle.  As always, I love you with all my heart and I'm thoroughly enjoying watching you grow up!

Baby Boy at Five Months

Letters To My Baby ~ 4 Months Old

Wow, you are 4 months old already! Time is going by so fast and you're changing each and every day. Yesterday you rolled over for the very first time. Of course I missed it though. You were on your back and your daddy and I turned around and there you were, completely on your belly. You are my tiny little peanut. You still weigh under 12 pounds. Your smiles are now followed by bursts of laughter. It's the sweetest laughter in the world. No one could be sad when they hear your laugh. You love when I blow raspberries on the bottom of your feet and make high pitch sounds. One of your newest discoveries is your feet. You grab on to your toes and try to pull your feet towards you. It won't be long and you'll be trying to stick them into your mouth. I love you so much my little sugar booger. I'm so grateful to the Lord for you and your bubbas.

LETTERS TO MY BABY ~ ONE MONTH OLD

 

I can't believe that you will be a month old tomorrow. You're already over 8 pounds because you are such a good eater. You're usually hungry every 3 hours on the dot; even if you've been sleeping, you'll wake up to eat. Most of your feedings last anywhere between a half an hour to almost a full hour. You have blessed me most nights though, by sleeping through the night. I feed you around midnight or one in the morning and you sleep until about 6:30. I can tell that you love me so much. You seem most relaxed and comfortable when you're in my arms. You're so sweet! I think that you are starting to make eye contact. You're also starting to be a little bit verbal. I love your little coos and grunts.

You keep our lives very interesting and busy. This morning we were just hanging out on the couch. I looked down and much to my surprise, I saw a glob of yellow poop on your daddy's pillow that you were propped up on. Then I found it on your clothes, my small pillow, and the couch. You sure know how to keep me on my toes. I try my best to not complain even when I'm feeling completely overwhelmed (which has happened a lot lately). You are just too much of a blessing to me for me to waste time complaining. I feel so bad when I do let those complaints slip out. I ask God to put a guard over my mouth and only let pleasant words come out. It's something I've worked on for a long time, but now more than ever, I'm striving to keep quiet when negative thoughts invade my mind. 

I love you G3 and I'm so glad you are here with us, safe and sound. You truly are a God send and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't realize how blessed I am with the awesome family that God has given me! 

MY BIRTH STORY

At 6:30pm on the 16th of May, I had a Big Mac and fries from McDonald's. Little did I know that would be the last thing I would eat until I was allowed a liquid diet around 8am on Saturday the 18th. I tried to go to sleep around midnight but the baby was extremely active for some reason. All night long he just kept tossing and turning. It was painful and I couldn't get comfortable. Around 3am, I noticed that my contractions were picking up some in intensity and they seemed pretty close together. When I started timing them, they were consistently 3-4 minutes apart. This didn't concern me too much because I had been having contractions for months. Just one day prior to this, they were 4 minutes apart for over an hour and then they fizzled out.

Last picture of me before baby was born.

 Here it was, after 3am, and I hadn't had a lick of sleep. I was becoming so angry. I decided to take a Benadryl and a Tylenol in hopes of getting some sleep. I slept off and on and ended up with maybe one hour of sleep before I decided that we should head to the hospital. I showered and got ready with the contractions consistently 3 minutes apart. We took the kids to the neighbor's house and headed to the hospital just before 7am.

When we arrived around 7:30, they hooked me up to the monitors and everything was going great. I was so excited that this would be the day (or so I thought). When the doctor checked me, he said I was about 3-4cm dilated. I wasn't happy about that since I walked around for 2 weeks at 3-4cm dilated with my last child. But, my doctor told us that we wouldn't be leaving without having a baby since the contractions were so steady. I tested positive for group B strep during my last pregnancy, so I was automatically treated for it during this one. They began the IV and ran a bag or so of fluid through me before they started the antibiotic. The Penicillin really burned as it was going in. I was really upset to learn that they would have to administer it every 4 hours up until I the time the baby was born.I had an IV in my left arm, pumping in fluids and Penicillin and then a nurse did a blood draw on my right arm and left a horrible bruise about the size of a baseball. It became swollen and burned terribly. Having two burning arms made it harder to focus on breathing through my contractions.

My parents came to be with me and they had stopped and picked up our boys on their way down. I wanted my boys to be the first ones to see the baby after he was born. Then we had more visitors, all anxious for his arrival. There was my mother in law, one of my best friends, Trish and her fiance and another one of my best friends, Sharon, and her children. When Sharon stopped in to visit, I asked her if she would stay with me. She was very honored and gladly stepped in and helped my exhausted husband coach me through the contractions. She did so much for me. I will be forever grateful.

Hours passed and I was barely making any progress. I had no concept of time. I only know that I had been in labor for a long time! I was completely exhausted and starving. The contractions continued to get stronger, but when the doctors checked me again, I was only at a 5. They wanted to break my water to help speed things up. After thinking about it for a long time, I finally decided to go ahead and let them. The hospital doctor came in to do it. After his first attempt, he thought he might have had a defective hook. He got another hook and had the nurse pushing down on my stomach, but he was still unable to break my water. This experience was terrifying for me and I didn't understand why it wouldn't break.

Later, my doctor came back to check on me, and he was able to get my water to break. It was actually more like a slow leak, but apparently that's what the doctor wanted. After more waiting, the contractions actually seemed to be dying down. This was so disappointing to me. I wanted to cry. Maybe I did cry. I don't remember. The next time the doctor came to check on me, he started mentioning Pitocin. This was another scary thought because there is a higher risk for uterine rupture with the use of Pitocin after a previous c-section. My last child was an emergency c-section and I really hoped that this baby would be delivered as a V-bac (vaginal birth after cesarean). In fact, I thought sure that God would answer that prayer. Having another c-section was such a fearful thought; especially in another emergency situation.

I reluctantly agreed to Pitocin. They started me out at the lowest possible dosage and it didn't take long at all for the contractions to pick back up again. The increase in contractions was very short lived; in fact, labor seemed to have fizzled out altogether. I couldn't believe this was happening. The doctors suggested that we go ahead and increase the Pitocin dosage and once again, I agreed, even though I was hoping that wouldn't be necessary. When they began to increase the dosage, labor kicked in fast and hard. I couldn't handle the contractions on my own any longer. I felt completely depleted, so I asked for an epidural (something else that I really hoped to avoid).

Once the epidural was in, the anesthesiologist allowed me to have a grape Popsicle. It was the first thing I had to eat in about 32 hours. I was so happy when the epidural kicked in. It seemed to take longer than it did with my other two boys. I was finally able to rest for a few minutes, but not long enough. My baby's heart rate started to drop. My last son's heart rate also started dropping soon after getting the epidural, but his heart rate wasn't bouncing back up. This baby's heart rate was at least recovering after each dip. At this point, I still had the peace of God on me, but it was as if Satan was whispering fear in my ears and I had to fight it with everything in me. My doctor came back in because he noticed the baby's heart rate dropping. He said to me, "Lets go have a baby". And I simply said, "okay". Although I had prayed for my whole pregnancy against having another c-section, I had been through so much and was so depleted that it was almost a relief to me just to know that it would be over soon.

They shaved me and started getting me ready for the OR and they handed my husband the scrubs that he would have to put on. Next thing I know, they are wheeling me away. I felt scared for the baby so I prayed in my head all the way to the OR. There was a huge team of doctors and nurses in the room, but it seemed like it took forever for my doctor and my husband to get in there with me. Once they got me on the operating table and put the curtain up, I started feeling like my chest was caving in, making it harder for me to breathe. I told the anesthesiologist about it and he told me it was just an illusion and to focus on trying to breathe from my stomach. Yeah, how do you do that when you are completely numb from your shoulders down?

Finally, my doctor and my husband came in. I was so happy to have my husband by my side. I was scared from the feeling in my chest and also from some strange pressure I was feeling in the temples of my head. The doctors told me that it would only take about 5 minutes to get the baby out. They were right! At 2:41 on Saturday morning, they held my little, bloody, screaming, blue monster up over the screen for me to get a quick look before they took him over to get him cleaned up and assessed. Although I loved to hear his awesome, powerful cry, the way he looked really freaked me out.

As the doctors were sewing me up, someone brought my baby over for me to look at again. I was very relieved to see his skin turning red and to see him looking like a normal human.

They took him to the nursery and then I was sent off to recovery. I was shaking from the medication. I was relieved that it was all over and I knew that we were both healthy. They brought the baby to my recovery room and he immediately started breast feeding. Focusing on him really helped me to stop shaking. My husband went to get my other two sons to meet the baby. After resting in the hospital waiting room all night, they were so happy to see that their mom and their baby brother were okay.

I only had to spend two more days in the hospital. I thank God for bringing me through that terrible situation and giving me the victory in the end. I got my perfect little man and I recovered extremely fast. All of the glory goes to Him!

ANOTHER PRINCE WILL SOON ENTER THE WORLD

This is a picture that my son took for me. We are trying to win a baby belly photo contest and raise money for the March of Dimes. Every time a person votes, Baby Belly Spa will donate $1 to the March of Dimes. If you would like to help us out, you can vote for us on facebook. Just follow this link: http://bit.ly/103CShH.  You will need to accept Offerpop so they know you are a real person, like their page, and then just click "vote" next to my picture (the one seen here). Also, feel free to share it with your friends to help me spread the word. I would greatly appreciate it!

36 WEEKS AND FEELING WONDERFUL

33 WEEKS TODAY

Letters To My Baby ~ #11

This is a 4D picture of you when I was 6 months pregnant. I'm so amazed at how far technology has come in the last 13 years. When I was pregnant with your biggest brother, I could barely even make out his profile images.



Your daddy thought you looked grumpy in this picture so he said, "Stop being so grumpy". Then look what happened..........











It looks like you actually cracked a smile!









I think you have your daddy's lips and chin (also the same as Stinky Face). The rest of your face looks like a nice mix between me and your oldest brother. It's so hard to tell though. I'm really just guessing. Regardless of who you look like, I think you are absolutely precious.You are perfect!

Here is a profile picture. This is how you love to lay. Your head is down on my right side and your legs are up over your head. My right side feels a LOT of action since I often feel your hands AND your feet. Hang in there a little bit longer my sweet, sweet boy. I'll be holding you in my arms in no time!

Letters To My Baby ~ #10

Wow! Not much longer and you will be considered full term. I cannot wait to meet you, even though I still feel so unprepared. We finally bought a couple boxes of diaper and some wipes. You also have some cute new clothes. My wonderful friends are hosting a baby shower for us next month. I'm so humbled to have friends like them.

I finally figured out how to get some sleep, although I feel so guilty about it. Although my doctor has approved and reassured me that it wouldn't effect you, I still feel bad but it's the only way I'm able to sleep. I have been taking Magnesium supplements, Tylenol, and Benedryl each night before going to sleep. This has helped me to go from waking up every half hour to an hour, to sleeping all through the night except for one trip to the bathroom and I haven't had anymore leg cramps. I've also been sleeping in the recliner with a heating pad on my legs. It's amazing, the difference I feel. I'm also making sure to stay real hydrated each day.

Your movements are stronger than ever. You're going to be one tough boy! I see the doctor again in 2 days. Although I feel you moving around all the time, I still look forward to hearing your heart beating. You get hiccups a lot. Sometimes they're so fast, that I wonder if it's hiccups or something else; although I don't know what else it could be.

If I take it easy, I don't have many contractions. But the moment I start doing more, they really pick up and I find myself timing contractions and wondering if I'll have to go back to the hospital. I still have complete peace. Everything is going to be great! You have a calling on your life; a mighty calling. God will use you to do great things. The first great thing you will do is change our lives. You will remind us again about the simple things in life, like a baby's smile and that wonderful newborn smell. I love you so much! Counting down the days until I hold you in my arms.

Letters to My Baby ~ #9

What a week this has been! This past Monday, February 18th, 2013, I began having contractions around 2:30 in the afternoon. They were different from the Braxtin Hicks that I had been having since my 20th week of pregnancy. These were up higher, more consistent, and painful. I was being very stubborn because I had been through this with your brothers and knew exactly what was going to happen. Deep inside though, I kept hoping and praying that the contractions would stop. Around 7:30 in the evening, I finally decided to call the doctor and he told me to go to labor and delivery. I knew it! I couldn't believe this was happening again, and so early. I was only 26 weeks pregnant. With your brothers, I think 30 weeks was the earliest that this had happened. So, just as I remembered from when I had preterm labor with your brothers, I ended up having to get a shot to stop the contractions. I hate that shot! It makes me so jittery and hot. But, I would do anything for you. I was a little scared at times, but during most of it, I felt the peace and presence of God there with me.

From the time I left the hospital, I had this stabbing pain to the left of my belly button. At first I just blew it off, thinking it was just soreness from all the contractions I was having. But the pain continued all through the night and I could barely rest. I called the doctor in the morning and they had me come in to get checked out. Thankfully you, the placenta, and the fluids were all perfect! I found out that you weigh around 2 pounds. You are so perfect to me! So, it could've been from all of the contractions, but the doctors just weren't sure. I came home and took it easy and the pain finally subsided the next day.

Thursday night I had another scare with you! You are such an active little boy, especially at night. But this night, I couldn't get you to move. I tried orange juice, chocolate milk, laying on my sides, poking you, and Daddy talked to you. I was so worried about you. I eventually felt a couple of weak movements and decided that you must have just been tired, so I made myself go on to bed. I was so happy to wake up to some strong kicks in the middle of the night. By morning, you had returned to your normal, active self. I pray for you and your brothers everyday. I don't know what I'd do without you! 

Now, I'm looking forward to this Tuesday! I get a 3D ultrasound. I also get my glucose test, rhogam shot, and my regular check up. We all know which part I'm looking forward to. I can't wait to see you again. I keep imagining you with lots of black hair. I picture your tiny, delicate hands and fingers. I wonder if you suck your thumb. I wonder if you get scared or try to cry. I can't wait to hold you in my arms and comfort you when I know for sure that you are upset. I love you with all of my heart!  You are such a blessing to my life! Love, Mommy

Letters to My Baby ~ #8

I cannot believe how fast this pregnancy is going by. I now have less than 16 weeks before your grand entrance into the world. You obviously had a growth spurt in the last couple of days because my stomach just popped out in a major way! Although I had specifically prayed against leg cramps, I woke up yesterday morning around 6:15 with the worst leg cramps I could ever remember. I cried; first because of the pain and then again when I remembered my prayers to the Lord. I feel like I let you and myself down because the day before, I hadn't drank much water. So of course, yesterday, I drank water all day long. I plan to continue drinking tons of water now because I don't want anymore cramps. I did everything in my power yesterday to keep them from coming on. I drank water, had your daddy massage my legs, took a magnesium supplement, took a nice, warm bath right before bed, and slept in compression socks with a heating pad on my calves. I'm SO thankful that I didn't have anymore last night, although my leg is still terribly sore.

Enough about that! Your daddy and I picture how you will be when you are born. I make jokes about you talking and riding the dog around the house when you are only like 3 months old. We envision such silly things! I picture you praising God in my womb. I know you have a huge calling on your life because Satan has fought hard to keep you from existence, but we all know that the Lord already has the victory and He has given me such peace! 

Your movements are getting stronger everyday. I can now feel little body parts jabbing me in the side at times. It used to only be big, jerky movements, where I felt your whole body turning. I feel when you have hiccups. It's so cool! I picture you with a head full of black hair, but possible more curly like G.Q.'s and not as straight as Stinky Face's. I am counting down the days until my next doctor appointment. I get to have a 3D ultrasound. I cannot wait to get another glimpse of you. I almost cry just thinking about it. Can't imagine how wonderful it will feel to finally hold you in my arms. I love you with all of my heart! You are a gift from above!

IT'S A BOY!!!

I am officially, highly outnumbered!

 

The mystery cake...until G.Q. cut into it to show we were having another boy!

 

Three Miracles

From a very young age, I always knew I wanted children of my own someday. I was always the mothering type and never met a baby who didn't absolutely love me. I would always hog the babies at family events or anywhere else I could get my hands on one. However, at the young age of 13, I began having issues with my female organs. The first was a cyst on one of my ovaries. It was very painful and wouldn't respond to medication, so it had to be surgically removed. Several months later I developed another cyst on the opposite ovary which also had to be surgically removed. At age 16, I was back in the hospital with the same issues, only this time the cyst had completely overtaken my ovary and started growing into it. My ovary had to be reconstructed. When I woke up from the surgery, the doctor had assumed that my parents had already told me what else happened during the procedure. He started talking about the steps I can take to deal with my endometriosis. For some reason, I already knew at this young age, what endometriosis was, and I began to cry. He also checked my incisions and for the first time, I realized that my stomach had been cut from one side to the other. My parents came back to the room and found me in tears and were shocked and very upset that the doctor had explained everything to me without them being there.

At just 16 years old, I was diagnosed with stage 3 endometriosis; stage 4 is the worst. The disease was all over my uterus, my ovaries, bowels, bladder and the rest of my pelvic area. The doctor said he had never seen anything like this on someone so young. One of the hardest things for me to realize was that they had cut me open, but there wasn't much they could do because the endometriosis had recently developed. They said it would be like plucking little, fine hairs. So they used a laser to get some of it, and then sewed me back up. So once again, before I turned 17, my other ovary was now overtaken by a cyst. It too had to be completely reconstructed and this time the endometrisis had grown enough that they could use the lasers and burn away what was there. They went through the same scar and cut me from one side of my stomach to the other again.

When I was 13 years old, a reproductive specialist told me that he didn't know if I would ever be able to have children. This news hurt so bad, even though I was so young. I would walk around in public, watching mommies taking care of their babies, and my eyes would fill with tears and my mind with wonder. Would that ever be me? Please God, let it be me. My greatest desire in life was to one day become a mommy.

At the age of 19, I was already living on my own and had a great job. I met someone that I though I'd spend forever with and because of all the talk I had heard that I may never have children, we decided to try for a baby. Much to my surprise, I became pregnant very quickly. I knew I had let some family members down because I wasn't married, but I didn't care. My biggest dream in the world had become true. My precious son was born a few months after my 20th birthday; a healthy, 8lb., 7oz. boy. I felt so complete.

My boys forever

The relationship with his dad quickly fell apart and I would spend the next 6 years as a single mommy. Through it all, I still felt so blessed because God had given me the desire of my heart. However, I longed for my son to have a daddy and for my loneliness to go away. It seems as if, once I got my focus off of trying to find someone, and set my eyes completely on the Lord, surrendering to His will, that's when I met the man that God had always intended for me. The very first time we met, we knew there was something between us. And by our first date, we both knew that God meant for us to be together. As crazy as it seems, we were engaged after just 3 months of knowing each other, and got married just 3 months after that. It was one of the best years of my entire life.

When we decided that we would try to have a child together, I had already had other surgeries on my ovaries than the ones I mentioned. We didn't want to put off having children too long because of my history and because I was getting closer to 30. I knew that the older you get, the harder it may be to become pregnant. It only took us about 5 months to conceive, but it seemed like an eternity to me. Everything was going wonderful with the pregnancy...until I went into labor. I noticed that once my water broke, I hadn't felt the baby move much, so I started to worry. I was progressing pretty fast and suddenly the doctor became concerned. The baby's heart rate would drop with each contraction and after several contractions, it's heart rate wasn't recovering. The doctor told me that I had 3 tries to get the baby out, even though I was only at 8cm dilated. I pushed 3 times, but knew that nothing was happening. Then the room got really busy and she said that we had 20 minutes to get the baby out. I was terrified! About 4 hours after my water broke, our stubborn little Stinky Face was born via c-section. The scar that was originally caused from a horrible disease was the same scar that my baby would come through to finally be held in my arms. His body was blue and he didn't cry right away, so I was scared out of my mind. I did SO much praying that night! The cord had been wrapped around his neck 3 times. Finally, he began to cry and I felt so much relief. That night turned out to be one of the happiest, yet most terrifying nights of my entire life.

First time I got to touch my little Stinky Face

Because of the horrible delivery that I had with Stinky Face, I allowed fear to set in and take control of my life. It was so bad that it affected my marriage. I would push my husband away because I was terrified that I might accidentally get pregnant. This fear was out of control and had such a tight grip on my life. Even though my heart had longed for more children, I thought that maybe we would just adopt in the future. I just couldn't go through another birth experience like that again.

Miracle # 3 on the way!

Four years went by. FOUR YEARS of my life, controlled by fear...when one day, we were at church and got called out by a prophet that we highly respect. He had already prophecied over us three other times and it's just amazing, the things that he had told us. This was the 2nd time that he told us that there would be a 3rd child in our home and that we had not yet reached the quota that God had in store for us. My heart was changed that day. I realized that I had to let go of the fear. If not, I would continue living outside of God's will for my life. So, my husband and I began praying and believing for baby #3. By now I had turned 33 years old. Months went by as I watched everyone else around me become pregnant. Each month, when I realized that I wasn't, I would just cry. But, deep down, I knew that God wanted to bless me with more children. It was the desire of my heart. After 8 months of praying, we finally conceived our third miracle!

I have complete peace now. I'm believing God that He will carry me and the baby through this pregnancy and when it's all said and done, HE will get all the victory! He has delivered me from my fears and He has blessed me with the greatest blessings I could every ask for. He has made all of my dreams come true by allowing me to be a mommy to His precious children! 

Be blessed my friends!

Letters to My Baby ~ # 7

This is the last letter that I will be referring to you as "baby" because by tomorrow night the world will know if you are a boy or a girl. You are such an active little one! I feel you in there right now just bouncing all over the place. I love it! I got to see you on the ultrasound yesterday. I cried! I was amazed...overwhelmed with joy! You are perfect! You are healthy and your living space is set up just right, with the placenta high in the uterus. This was a specific prayer that I've been praying, so I rejoice in this answered prayer and trust the Lord that He has heard the rest of my prayers regarding your journey into our arms. 

Your daddy thought he felt you move for the first time yesterday. I know he did! He just second guessed it because it feels so light from the outside of my stomach. I'm so emotional these days. I tear up just thinking about you. I'm amazed that God is blessing us with a 3rd child. Now I can understand how people in the Bible were considered richly blessed by having children. 

I love you SO much...and your brothers too. God has been so good to me and your daddy. 

Oh yeah, I'm finally feeling better! I have been sick SO much during this pregnancy and the one week that I was feeling great, your brothers were very sick. So now I am completely enjoying this time of health! The doctor did check my blood yesterday though just to make sure I'm not anemic or that there isn't something else going on. Well, until next time my sweet baby. Muah

Letters to My Baby ~ #6

Hello little one. My how the time is flying by. I am currently 18 weeks and 1 day pregnant. I am extremely excited that we get a glimpse of you tomorrow through an ultrasound. We had a big party planned on Saturday to find out if you are a boy or a girl, but we might just find out tomorrow instead. Winter has begun and they are predicting rain and snow on Saturday and I don't want our friends to have to drive down here and back in the bad weather. I cannot wait to find out your gender. With your brothers, I just knew. And I never found out the sex until they were born. With you, I can't help myself...and I don't "just know". My gut says you are a girl, but I don't want to get my hopes up. Although, I would be just as happy with another little man to call my own. Your brothers are such blessings to me. I can't wait for Stinky Face to become a big brother. I think he's going to do great with you.

We just celebrated Christmas here. It just wasn't the same this year. We couldn't be with any of our friends or family because of sickness. Stinky Face had strep throat and then G.Q. got the flu. Now I have been sick once again with allergy and flu like symptoms. I am claiming my healing though and praising God for all that He's doing in our lives. Through all the hardships, we still know that we are very blessed.

I had a scare last night; yet another situation that we just had to pray and praise God through. I'm so thankful that I didn't end up in the hospital. Just as I was getting ready for bed, I started having a horrible pain in my stomach. The only way I can describe it, is that it felt like contractions. It would come and go just like contractions too. So of course, I was scared. It took over a half an hour to just be able to sit in my bed. Every time I would attempt to sit, it hurt even more. Your daddy starting speaking healing scriptures over me, and I just started thanking God for healing me. Eventually the pain subsided and we were able to get a half way decent night of sleep. We haven't slept well since the beginning of this pregnancy. I'm trusting God that He will soon allow us to get back to better sleep habit.

Well, until next time, Mommy loves you with all of her heart and soul. I'm so blessed to be carrying you in my stomach and to feel you moving around each day.

Letters to My Baby ~ #5

 Pink or Blue???

Hello little one! I'm so excited to watch my tummy grow and to begin feeling you move around more often. It's still like little butterflies floating in my belly, but it's the most wonderful feeling in the world. I still feel like you will be a girl. We get to have our big ultrasound on in 3 weeks and we are going to do something very exciting. Instead of finding out your gender, right there at the doctor's office, we are going to have them keep it a secret from us. They will call a friend of ours in Ohio to let her know if you are a boy or a girl, and then she will bake a cake that will be either pink or blue in the middle. She's bringing it to us 2 days after the ultrasound and we are going to have a party. I think it's going to be SO exciting to share this special moment with our closest friends. 

 

Trusting the Lord

Sometimes anxiety tries to creep in. Your youngest brother was delivered via an emergency c-section. After he was born, I thought I would never have any more children. I always wanted more in my heart, but it took over 4 years to get over the fear and to step out and trust the Lord. If it weren't for a prophecy I received, I'm not sure if those walls of fear would've ever crumbled. But, now here you are, growing stronger in my womb each day. He gave you to me and I trust Him now to see us through. I am expecting a natural delivery with zero complications and ALL of the glory will be given to the Lord. I love you, my precious baby.

Letters to My Baby ~ #4

Wow! I'm already in my 2nd trimester. This pregnancy seems to be going to fast. I can't wait until I feel you kicking every day. I don't feel the flutters as much as I did a week or so ago. Maybe you were just trying to find your comfy spot. My stomach is definitely showing that you are growing. With me being so short, you don't have anywhere to go but straight out! I have a friend who is due any time and I honestly think I look bigger than her. Of course, you are also my 3rd child and they say you show sooner with each child. That's definitely been true in my case.

I've been fighting an upper respiratory infection and bronchitis for well over a week now and then to top that off, I got thrush from the antibiotics. But, I'm believing God that I am finally over all of this! I went up for prayer on Sunday and was told by the lady that prayed over me, that she saw in the spirit realm that all this sickness I've been fighting is building up your immune system and you will be my strongest child of the three. I'm believing that with all my heart. You will not have any breathing issues like your brothers did! You will be so healthy and perfect! You, my child, were prophesied to me and you will do mighty things for God's kingdom. I love you with all my heart!

P.S. ~ Although your Stinky Face brother still hopes that you are a boy, he has started telling me that he thinks you are a girl. We'll find out in about a month! YAY