My Sweet Princess, One month, how did that happen? There's a Winnie The Pooh quote that states "Oh no, please. Can't we just go back to page one and start all over again?", and sweet baby that is exactly how I feel. Oh how I would love to go back to day one and meet you all over again, and yet I cannot wait to see who you become. You currently look just like your daddy, especially with your beautiful almond shaped eyes. Your hair is a light brown, but I believe everyone still has their fingers crossed that you will end up with red hair like your daddy (though I would be okay with a brown haired little girl). Your eyes my sweet girl are blue, I believe they are my eyes (but who knows). Your eyes have changed from sleepy eyes that look like they are looking through you to these big blue eyes that are filled with wonder. My favorite moments are when you are lying on my chest and you turn and look up at me. In those moments I feel like you know exactly who
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Today marks two weeks since we brought our princess home to Dusk Way, two weeks since we started this grand adventure of parenthood without nurses and doctors guiding us along the way. Yet, I have been trying to process her birth for the last 17 days. I have gone over with doctors, nurses, my incredible husband, and my sweet mom the events that happened over two days that eventually led to bringing our daughter into the world. So today, two weeks after we have come home, I sit here to type out Eloise's birth story in hopes of possibly finding some understanding, or at least to have it documented. Ellie's birth story is actually much longer than just her birth, it started two the week prior to ever moving forward with her induction. On November 10th I contacted my doctor after suffering from a severe headache (almost migraine like) for two days, I was extremely swollen, and had been vomiting. I will never forget the terror I felt when Nikki, our nurse, called m
Happy Fall Y'all! I know we are a week late to the party, but in my defense it is still low 80s here at a mile high! It is every female 20 somethings favorite season, and I am right there in that mix celebrating pumpkin spice everything (really I can't stand pumpkin, but I'm all about a good bandwagon) wearing an over sized sweater and boots half way up my thighs.It is the season filled with God's beautiful falling leaves, cool mornings, and warm days. The season filled with Saturday and Sunday football and so much to be thankful for. I always feel like fall is a very romantic season. Maybe because the leaves give me all the feels. Maybe because there are a million different dates you can go on (pumpkin patches, scary movies, looking at leaves, or you know getting lost in a corn field). Maybe because now that we host Thanksgiving it reminds me of all the love that is in our home. Whatever the reason is I just adore fall and all the wonderful things it brin
Today is September 1st which in it of itself brings so many wonderful things. The start of football, which is just absolutely perfect, the start of pumpkin spice everything, and the start of Spinal Cord Injury Awareness month. This month is something that honestly up until four years ago I had no idea existed, but four years ago we joined a very rare club and our lives have looked different since. Over 200,000 people live with a SCI in the United States and Kaleb is just one of them. The next month my goal is to share my side of Kaleb's injury, Kaleb's side of his injury, the road to recovery, and where we are today. November 10th 2012, the day our world changed forever. This was one of those days that I will remember every moment, every detail, and every emotion. I had just turned 21 five days prior and was still living in the birthday celebration glow. That morning was busy with trying to get things done through out the day so that I could head to a family member's ho
The last two months of our lives have been a complete whirlwind of emotion, stress, and utter joy! On March 19th we were able to endure our first IUI, where I laid very similar to Phoebe in Friend's and prayed with my husband that this would be our first and last IUI. We went in with hopeful heart's and praying minds, and knew the lord had a plan. The following weekend we went on vacation to San Diego where I unfortunately began to believe that our IUI had not worked, and that we were not pregnant. I experienced cramps, was grumpy to my poor family, and walked around feeling like Shamu on the beach. So obviously I wasn't pregnant, right... Fast forward to March 30th, two days before I was technically supposed to test. It was a Wednesday night, a Wednesday night where I obsessively thought about nothing else but that I wasn't pregnant. I did what any mildly obsessed woman going though infertily treatments would do, and tested. I jumped in the bath and pretended th
Jesus replied, "Truly I tell you, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to the fig tree, but also you can say to this mountain, 'Go, throw yourself into the sea,' and it will be done . Matthew 21:21 This weekend I experience God's mercy time and time again, and was reminded to have unwavering faith in our Sovereign King. All of last week I spent every other day in and out of the doctor's office as we waited to get the go ahead on our first IUI. My first appointment was on Monday, and my follicles were much to small, measuring in at 11 mm and 12 mm, they must be at least 17 to move forward with the process. I proceed to go and have an ultrasound and blood draw through out the week. I was prescribed a new medication that was suppose to speed up the growth of the follicles, and let me tell you that this new medicine was quite the adventure. This lovely little needle was used to stab myself every night for four nigh