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Tuesday, May 15, 2012


No, this is not some sort of announcement post, but one day there will be one.
Since childhood, Billy and I have both adored the idea of adoption, specifically from a foreign country.  Especially since I got the privilege of growing up on the mission field, we cannot deny the tug it has on our hearts.  Even before we got married, it was something we discussed.

We're grateful to be surrounded by people who feel called to adopt.
One of my favorite people, Chelsie, just adopted domestically, and it has been amazing to watch their story unfold.
Also, our friends Trey and Ashton are in the process of adopting internationally right now, and we have loved praying for them and knowing their hearts (you can see their blog here).

Recently, Ashton posted this video on Facebook, and I thought it was wonderful.  If you have the time, you should watch it.  Even if you know you should never adopt, I beg you to examine just how you can support the cause.  Prayer changes things, especially when it aligns with God's heartbeat.  Pray for these children and for the families God's chosen to adopt them.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Liam's Birth Story

So, since my sweet boy is almost three months old, I thought it was time to put up his birth story.  I've been promising it for awhile, and I love telling it, so besides mommy-induced exhaustion, I'm not sure why I haven't done it yet.  Probably because it was a 40 hour labor, and that makes for quite the long story.  Grab a coffee and settle in...

It started on a Thursday night around midnight.  All through the end of pregnancy, I had experienced contractions on a daily basis.  Sometimes, I would even have them every 3 minutes for an hour or so, and then they would go away.  This time, I didn't pay a whole lot of attention because I thought this was probably what was happening.  However, I couldn't sleep, and the contractions kept coming.  I finally started timing them around 3am, and they were consistently 3-6 minutes apart.  By 6am, they were starting to make me uncomfortable, and I gave the Charleston Birth Place a call to see what I should do.  The midwife on call told me to wait it out until I couldn't bear it any longer.  Being a first time mom, I had no real idea when this point would hit.
Around 8am that morning, I called my mom and just let her know.  Around 10am, I went into the Birthing Center just to get checked (I'd had an appointment the day before and they wanted to see if I'd progressed with these contractions).  I'd gone from 3cm to 4cm in one day, and I was obviously contracting, so we settled in.
Around 4pm, the midwife checked me again and I'd hardly dilated more than half of a centimeter.  I was pretty exhausted from staying up all night, so she gave me a few options.  She said that we could either do something to get the labor going a little quicker like break my water or strip my membranes.  The other idea was that she would give me a really heavy sedative and send me home for a while so that I could get some sleep.  I surprised us all (myself included) by immediately asking to be sent home.  I even cried because I was so relieved.  I was so exhausted and had not been able to sleep, so the rest sounded like heaven.
Once we got home, I was pretty loopy from the shot she'd given me.  Thankfully, I slept for a few hours, and then took an Ambien that they'd given me and slept some more.  Around 4am the next morning, I started having more intense contractions that would wake me up, even in my sleep-induced state.

This time, however, I was determined not to go in unless I was 100% sure I could handle it no longer.  In fact, I labored at home all through the morning, taking baths and showers, even getting sick to my stomach.  I did not even call the Birthing Center, but around 11am the midwife called me and just asked me to come in, just to check.  We got back into the already-packed car and headed up there.  Even on the drive, the contractions seemed to get closer together.
When she checked me, I was 6cm.  By this time I'd been in labor for a good 30-something hours.  I was relieved to know things were moving along.  We got into our room and started moving through several positions to move the birth along.  We were really prepared for the focusing and breathing, and it helped immensely.  I was able to take one contraction at a time without stressing over the birth as a whole.
This was right at 8.5cm, and my water broke sometime while I was sitting on the ball.  Liam's head was so low that only a little water came out because he was blocking the rest of it.  Right after this, we got into the birthing pool.
Around 9.5cm, I started to feel an intense need to bear down.  When that feeling came, there was NO resisting it.  I've heard that an epidural can help you resist the urge, but I'm not sure.  All I knew is that I HAD to push some.  
This was definitely the hardest part of labor.  The focusing that I'd done through the beginning was much more difficult.  I had a rough time even remembering to breathe.  The contractions hit one after another and they were huge.  I never screamed out for an epidural, but I did groan through these contractions.  It was almost involuntary because the pain was so intense.
The midwife had me squatting, getting out of the tub to lie on the bed for a minute, and then leaning back onto Billy to push.  I kept asking her how many more pushes, and she would sweetly say, "I'm hoping only a couple more."  Really, nobody knew how long it'd be.
Finally, two hours after starting to push, Liam came into the world at 5:08pm.  Actually feeling the pushing and the crowning and the delivery was one of the greatest things I've ever experienced.  He was born in the water, and it was wonderful.

Billy got to hold Liam on his chest to keep him warm while I got all cleaned up, and it was an awesome moment of bonding for the two of them. 

We left the birthing center at 10:00 that night, and we were more than ready to get home.  I felt sore but wonderful, and since it was a drug-free birth, I was able to move around and get pretty comfortable on my own.

Our birth was one of the best moments of my life.  It was long, really hard, and I even got sick a few times.  Pushing took forever.  However, oddly enough, even amidst all those things, I kept telling everyone, "I can so do this again."  And it's true.  I loved giving birth, and every hard moment was precious to me.  I can't wait to do it again.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

On Being Cool

I'm well aware that becoming a housewife and a mother has made me much cooler than I was before.  I even recently offered to go to my little brother's junior prom with him, but he refused.  I don't think he thought his friends could handle this much coolness.  (He still happened to look adorable without me as his date, don't you think?)

Anyway, for any of you wondering just how I do it, I thought I'd let you in on my secrets on being very cool:

1. Ditch the perfume.  
Spit-up and baby poop have such sweet aromas that people seem to love.  Nobody has told me this, but I just know it has to be true.  I smell like these things all of the time, and people still come talk to me in Target, just because I smell so wonderful (I'm sure it has nothing to do with the cute little boy I tote around).

2. Consistently talk about how much you adored giving birth.  
Liam's birth story is super wonderful, and all of my non-mom friends love hearing about it.  Especially the part about the tub and the pushing.  It's a crowd pleaser.  Make sure to tell them to look out tomorrow for your birth story on your blog.  It's coming, people.  To give them a teaser, show them a picture like this:
They're sure to come back for more.

3. Whenever you burp, utter to yourself, "Mmm.  Good burp, Sarah."  
This needs little explanation.  You have to be proud of the little things.  When you realize how special burps are, you become very excited.  You get extra cool points if you encourage other people whenever they burp by getting very close to their face and cooing.

4. Leave baby paraphernalia all over your house for your guests to explore.  
This is a great conversation starter.  Diapers and wipes on the table beside the couch leads to, "Oh, yes, I changed Liam's diaper right where you are sitting.  It was yellow, which is always encouraging.  He's had 4 dirty diapers today."  If you weren't already cool, people will now know just how exciting your life is.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Moment by Moment

I've been thankfully busy designing blogs, wedding programs, and other small prints for the past week or so. It is a wonderful busy-ness, and it fills in the moments when I get to take care of my sweet son (being a mommy is my first job, of course). Sometimes, however, I feel as if everthing is flying by so quickly. The time I have cuddling on my couch with my husband, or sitting working out details of sweet Julie's blog design, or seeing my little man giggle at me whenever he catches my eye. Sometimes, I just wish I could hit the pause button. So many things are happening, so much wonderful life, and I can't seem to catch it all. Really, it's amazing how wonderful life is if we just take a moment to notice. Each moment is so precious... in trying times and in easy times. I'm taking deep breaths and thanking God for every little thing, moment by moment.