After six weeks of holding this sweet baby boy on the other side of my belly, I’m happy to finally share our memories of his beautiful, peaceful birth.
“Peaceful” is a word I honestly doubted I would be able to use to describe any of my childbirth experiences. I hoped, yes, but definitely didn’t expect what actually happened.
When I had our first baby, I looked for blog posts like this to tell me how to prepare. After the blessing of a healthy birth of baby three, I’m pulling together a list of my postpartum essentials. They’re good!
Today on the journal we have a tutorial for a quick and simple DIY project. We turn all those beautiful Christmas family pictures into a lovely little album that can be used to keep our dear ones remembered in prayer.
They finally let us out! I was officially discharged from our long stay at the hospital when you were 34 weeks old in my womb. That morning was a glorious morning! Now you had grown big enough that if I were to go into labor early, we would most likely have adequate time to get to a hospital before you were born.
Dear Daughter,
In the wee hours of the morning, you are sitting cross-legged by the refrigerator, gingerly moving around some magnets. As I move about the kitchen to an old morning worship playlist, I hear you begin singing perfectly along to this song I didn’t know you had ever paid attention to… “You are beautiful in all your ways… may we never lose our wonder…
I abruptly stopped what I was doing to just watch you, and memories fill my heart of those ten weeks that formed us.