Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Dear Old World



“Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.”
L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables 

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

You've Put Your Mark on Me

 
A mark for every breath you took, every blink, every sleepy yawn.

One for every time you sucked your thumb, waved hello, closed your eyes, 
and slept in the most perfect darkness. 

One for every time you had the hiccups. 
One for every dream you dreamed within me. 

It isn't very pretty anymore. 
Some may even think it's ugly. 

But that's okay -- It was your home.

It held you here until my arms could hold you outside, 
and for that, I will always find something beautiful in it. 
 
Link - http://gentlechristianbirthing.blogspot.com/2011/05/birthmarks.html

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 With my daughter I received no stretch marks. Not a one. Even after gaining 40 pounds, I went back to the smooth skin I had before. Everyone said, "You are so lucky!" At the time, I agreed!

 Bean has left one small stretch mark on me. I look at it, and you know, I cherish it.  He and I have struggled together, in a way my girl and I never did. She was everything a pregnancy should be. I even wondered why so many women complained so much! But our whole beginning together was wrought with struggle. Pain and struggle, struggle and pain. My daughter instead pushed up into my ribs, wriggled around constantly. He laid low, almost trying to stay out of my way, to not be a bother. But finally it was too much, and he came into the world.

 It has all been so fast, and he has been away from me in the hospital, so many times I forget that he exists. Do I really have another child? I think. No. It's just my girl, right?

 Then I look down. There it is. That dreaded, cherished little mark; reminding me....it happened! I'm here!

 And it will stay there, forever reminding me of him. A beautiful little reminder.

Friday, March 7, 2014

Baby Boy



Well, our baby boy decided to come a tad early. He is considered 34 weeks. It was a whirlwind of a delivery, very fast. Although a fast delivery was good for me, not so for him. He is having breathing issues, and is currently in our local NICU.

Its hard to be away from him, and my motherly instinct is to be there every single min, but my body....which just had a baby three days ago.....is getting tired.

I plan on taking my camera in today, and taking some photos. The photo here was taken by his daddy!

Prayers are always a nice thing.