My mom left this morning. She'd flown down from STL to be with us since Thursday pm. I don't know what I would have done without her. She was a rock in this house the past two days. Friday morning we woke early and left for the hospital, my boys safe and snug in their beds. I was blessed that they didn't have to wake up and be shuffled around town. I know my friends would have willingly taken them in, but it did my heart good to know they were home. My mom took care of my boys while Jamie and my midwife, K, took care of me. My mom also found our house. She did all the dishes, cleaned the counters, the playroom, found the floors, caught up the laundry. Thank you so much mom. You truly did more than I could have asked for. I felt so out of control yesterday, able to be awake some but not able to get up and do anything... as it is I type this from the laptop on the couch. I will be glad when the cramping stops and I can function better. Right now I feel very isolated. As I mentioned, Mom left this morning. Jamie loaded up the boys to take her to the airport and then to church. I know that my boys are once again being taken care of. The nursery workers are loving on Markie and Matthew will be fine in his classroom. My husband will be hugged I know. I wish I was there. I miss my friends and I need to hear God's message for me. I will be listening to the sermon on line as soon as it's up. I wish I could feel the love of the church from this stupid couch. I know they are loving on my men though, and if I were there they'd be holding me too.
I've been thinking consistently about one song in particular... Tenth Avenue North's Hold my Heart There is one line that just repeats over and over and over and over in my brain. "Could the maker of the stars, hear the sound of my breaking heart?" I know He does. I know he promises that we are worth more than the sparrows. But it's hard. It's so hard. Friday morning, during our registration process at the hospital, this song was playing in the small room we were waiting. Jamie said it'd been his theme song the past two days. It's stuck with me too. I wake up at night hearing just that line "hear the sound of my breaking heart" I say it over and over in my mind. "Oh Lord, hear the sound of my breaking heart". ... If you haven't heard it, you should get a copy.
How long must I pray, must I pray to You?
How long must I wait, must I wait for You?
How long 'til I see Your face, see You shining through?
I'm on my knees, begging You to notice me.
I'm on my knees, Father will you turn to me?
One tear in the driving rain,
One voice in a sea of pain
Could the maker of the stars
Hear the sound of my breakin' heart?
One light, that's all I am
Right now I can barely stand
If You're everything You say You are
Won't You come close and hold my heart
I've been so afraid, afraid to close my eyes
So much can slip away before I say goodbye.
But if there's no other way, I'm done asking why.
Cuz I'm on my knees, begging You to turn to me
I'm on my knees, Father will you run to me?
One tear in the driving rain,
One voice in a sea of pain
Could the maker of the stars
Hear the sound of my breakin' heart?
One light, that's all I am
Right now I can barely stand
If You're everything You say You are
Won't You come close and hold my heart.
So many questions without answers, Your promises remain
I can't sleep but I'll take my chances to hear You call my name
To hear You call my name
One tear in the driving rain,
One voice in a sea of pain
Could the maker of the stars
Hear the sound of my breakin' heart?
One light, that's all I am
Right now I can barely stand
If You're everything You say You are
Won't You come close and hold my heart.
Hold my heart, could you hold my heart?
Hold my heart.
Where the voices get to come out of my head and ramble elsewhere...
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
telling Matthew
This is a recount from when we told Matthew what was going on...
Me: Matthew, come here a minute, I want to talk to you.
Him: (climbing up on our bed) What mommy?
Me: I am very sad
Him: Why are you sad? That's silly.
Me: Do you remember that there was a baby in my belly?
He nodded
Me: Well, that baby has stopped growing. So I'm so sad now.
Him: Where is the baby now?
Me: In Heaven. God took our baby to Heaven when he stopped growing.
Him: I don't want to stop growing.
Me: You don't have to. You are going to grow up big and strong.
Him: I'm not ready to go to Heaven yet.
Me: (choking back tears) You don't have to honey.
Him: (now laying on me) I just want to stay with you.
Me: Okay. You can stay with me.
Later in the day, he stayed close by. He kept saying he wanted to grow big and stay with me. In his own way, he's processing what's going on and how it's affecting him. He's so big. I can't believe how smart he is and how amazing his brain is and how it works.
I spent most of yesterday in and out, either asleep or eating the whole day. Today seems like it will be another day on the couch. I'm hoping I can get up and feel normal later on maybe.
Me: Matthew, come here a minute, I want to talk to you.
Him: (climbing up on our bed) What mommy?
Me: I am very sad
Him: Why are you sad? That's silly.
Me: Do you remember that there was a baby in my belly?
He nodded
Me: Well, that baby has stopped growing. So I'm so sad now.
Him: Where is the baby now?
Me: In Heaven. God took our baby to Heaven when he stopped growing.
Him: I don't want to stop growing.
Me: You don't have to. You are going to grow up big and strong.
Him: I'm not ready to go to Heaven yet.
Me: (choking back tears) You don't have to honey.
Him: (now laying on me) I just want to stay with you.
Me: Okay. You can stay with me.
Later in the day, he stayed close by. He kept saying he wanted to grow big and stay with me. In his own way, he's processing what's going on and how it's affecting him. He's so big. I can't believe how smart he is and how amazing his brain is and how it works.
I spent most of yesterday in and out, either asleep or eating the whole day. Today seems like it will be another day on the couch. I'm hoping I can get up and feel normal later on maybe.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
words
A sweet friend who knows my pain and has herself hurt in ways no mother should, wrote this beautiful poem after her second miscarriage. She's agreed to allow me to share this. Thank you, Michelle.
If you've ever been there yourself.... or if you've ever been the support for one who's been there... get a tissue before reading on.
Though Your grace is sufficient
and Your mercy will endure,
So much here is confusing
And of much I am unsure.
The sadness is overwhelming,
my heartach goes so deep.
I'll never know why this
Gift from You wasn't mine to keep.
Since I don't get to hold her,
Your loving arms will do
Give her kisses from her mommy.
Tell her I'll see her someday soon.
Your Word says 'Joy comes in the
morning' so it must be true.
I'll take my heart's broken pieces
and I'll give them all to You.
To have hope, joy or peace-
without You, I never could.
You are the God able to work
ALL things for my GOOD!
I will miss my baby forever
but life goes on, there's much to do.
Though I'll never have all the answers,
Daddy, I STILL LOVE YOU.
These are other things (in no particular order) that people have said... there have been a lot of silence and a lot of words. People wonder what to say in a situation like this, and while nothing "helps"... these don't hurt...
Not broken... Just a bit bent. U are a wonderfully made mom and woman
Wish I could give you a real hug. I asked Jesus to give it to you for me, can you feel it?
Matthew 11:28
"Come to me all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle, and you will find rest for your souls."
oh my sweet sweet kate. the only thing in you that is broken is your heart. and mine is too. i'm so, so sorry. big hugs and prayers for you.
every pebble stacks up and becomes a boulder. We are each a pebble in God's hands.
"No parent should have to bury their child." -- Theoden King
IT SUCKS and Im angry and sad for you.
My heart is heavy for you.
I am so so sorry. Its just not fair. You are in my thoughts and prayers.
I just wish I could be there in my body, because I really just want to hold you and cry with you.
My heart aches for you. I am so so sorry.
You just have to keep on trusting your Daddy. Even when it hurts, even when it doesn't make sense..
If you've ever been there yourself.... or if you've ever been the support for one who's been there... get a tissue before reading on.
Though Your grace is sufficient
and Your mercy will endure,
So much here is confusing
And of much I am unsure.
The sadness is overwhelming,
my heartach goes so deep.
I'll never know why this
Gift from You wasn't mine to keep.
Since I don't get to hold her,
Your loving arms will do
Give her kisses from her mommy.
Tell her I'll see her someday soon.
Your Word says 'Joy comes in the
morning' so it must be true.
I'll take my heart's broken pieces
and I'll give them all to You.
To have hope, joy or peace-
without You, I never could.
You are the God able to work
ALL things for my GOOD!
I will miss my baby forever
but life goes on, there's much to do.
Though I'll never have all the answers,
Daddy, I STILL LOVE YOU.
These are other things (in no particular order) that people have said... there have been a lot of silence and a lot of words. People wonder what to say in a situation like this, and while nothing "helps"... these don't hurt...
Not broken... Just a bit bent. U are a wonderfully made mom and woman
Wish I could give you a real hug. I asked Jesus to give it to you for me, can you feel it?
Matthew 11:28
"Come to me all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle, and you will find rest for your souls."
oh my sweet sweet kate. the only thing in you that is broken is your heart. and mine is too. i'm so, so sorry. big hugs and prayers for you.
every pebble stacks up and becomes a boulder. We are each a pebble in God's hands.
"No parent should have to bury their child." -- Theoden King
IT SUCKS and Im angry and sad for you.
My heart is heavy for you.
I am so so sorry. Its just not fair. You are in my thoughts and prayers.
I just wish I could be there in my body, because I really just want to hold you and cry with you.
My heart aches for you. I am so so sorry.
You just have to keep on trusting your Daddy. Even when it hurts, even when it doesn't make sense..
tomorrow
So we're scheduled to go to the hospital at 6:00am. I've been assured they will do one final u/s to triple make sure that there is no heart beating before they take out my sweet baby.
God give me strength.
God give me strength.
Another February, Another Baby gone to Heaven.
I've sat here over a half hour just staring at that first sentence.
Can it be true? Can it be real? Over the past couple days I'd actually been formulating my "lack of anniversary date" post in my head. For those newer to reading my blog, I'd lost a baby on 2-29-08. And last year posted about the lack of anniversary. (I think. I meant to if I didn't heh).
Anyhow, yesterday... I'd gone in for a normal appt. and repeat ultrasound. Four weeks ago, I saw a tiny blip of a beating heart... Yesterday, that heart beating was gone. My baby had stopped growing. His heart, stopped beating. At first the u/s tech didn't say anything, but my midwife, K, was in the room. God I love her. and she came right around over to me and said, "Katherine, we dont' see the heart beat. It's not there honey." They looked for a good long time, checking different angles, having me hold my breath, searching for a tiny beat. We cried. We hugged. I got dressed. We hugged some more. I went to her office. I couldn't breathe. She wanted me to go to the hospital. Do it again, get a second opinion. I couldn't speak. She wanted me to call Jamie, I couldn't. She called him. I hated to do that to him. I cried for him, hearing from her. He was on his way. We hugged some more. She sent me outside to my car to drive across the street to the hospital. I sniffled through the parking lot. Got inside the car. Put my seatbelt on, and laid my head on the steering wheel and just sobbed. I don't know how I drove myself the 50 feet, but thank God for free valet parking.
In the hospital, I'll skip the details about the lack of kindness or compassion the first receptionist showed me. She didn't even look up. She didn't make eye contact or see that I had mascara smeared all over my cheeks, with fresh tears spilling down my face. She didn't look up to see me hiccuping through the answers of her questions. Oh... wait, I was skipping this part. After asking the second receptionist, the nice one, the motherly looking one, for a piece of paper, I began writing out my swimming thoughts... these are the ramblings in the waiting room (unedited and a bit repetitious):
A million things race through my mind. 'Why?' is at the top of the list. Why?Why? Why!?. There is nothing as painful as the loss of a child, but... to lose another one... to lose two children. God help me (why?!). I don't want to do this again. I dont' want to have this hurting again. the aching, the endless night in the pit of my belly again --- instead of the a growing baby. (Why?!) I feel like Sally Fields in Steal Magnolis when she as at her daughter's gravesite. She screams "I just wanna know why?!?!". Oh Lord. Dear Jesus hold me. Four weeks aago we saw a tiny heart beating, four weeks ago life was there. Today. We saw a baby formed today, but no blip. No beating heart. My heart wanted to stop beating right there. My sweet baby's life has stopped. The tiny growing heart has quit. What will I say to Matthew who thinks there is a baby in there? What will I say to the world? (Why?!). Oh I dont' want to do this again. We already bought a pregnancy journal. I've been writing in it. I'm so drained Lord. I'm wiping tears away as fast as I'm writing these words. Please Lord hold me. I'm sitting here in the hospital waiting room, alone with my clipboard and paper. The poor lady at the registration desk (the nice one) doesn't know what to do or say. She keeps bringing me kleenex and looking at me with concern in her eyes. Jamie's on his way. Again I want to shout "WHY?!" but I'm trying so hard to stay quiet. Lord save me from this torture. I want to be gone from here. to hold my boys to me and love them. But it's impossible to hold them for they aren't here. Father hold me. Jesus hear me. Lord please cradle my angels. ... two angels in Heaven. My babies who have seen your face. My babies who have seen your glory while I am faced with sorrow. My babies who will never know pain or regret or fear. My babies.... God, why is it so hard to add an S to that word. My babies who have each other now and can share your lap. God keep them. Lord keep them for Jamie. Keep them for me. I long to hold and know them. But you do. You already know their names. Father save me.
... at this time my phone rang and a friend had come. (thank you friend). Soon after Jamie showed up. We waited and waited and waited some more. I finally went through the triage process and waited some more. Friend went home. Jamie and I sat. Eventually we were led down a hall and into a very uncomfortable room. The attending nurse was spacey and made me uneasy. She seemed like she didn't know what was going on. Then she said so and so would be called and given the images and so and so would be able to call K and then someone would tell us the results. I looked at her and said "Can you see a heart beat" She said "That's what I'm trying to tell you, I'm not allowed to say one way or the other. I'm not authorized to give the results of these testings"... Oh God. Just shoot me here on this table. I turned from her. I mouthed to Jamie if he could see and he couldn't... I couldn't look at her again. She kept asking me if I was okay. I think my mouth whispered yes each time, though inside I was breaking. I was being ripped apart.
I'm waiting for K to call back to schedule my D&C....
Can it be true? Can it be real? Over the past couple days I'd actually been formulating my "lack of anniversary date" post in my head. For those newer to reading my blog, I'd lost a baby on 2-29-08. And last year posted about the lack of anniversary. (I think. I meant to if I didn't heh).
Anyhow, yesterday... I'd gone in for a normal appt. and repeat ultrasound. Four weeks ago, I saw a tiny blip of a beating heart... Yesterday, that heart beating was gone. My baby had stopped growing. His heart, stopped beating. At first the u/s tech didn't say anything, but my midwife, K, was in the room. God I love her. and she came right around over to me and said, "Katherine, we dont' see the heart beat. It's not there honey." They looked for a good long time, checking different angles, having me hold my breath, searching for a tiny beat. We cried. We hugged. I got dressed. We hugged some more. I went to her office. I couldn't breathe. She wanted me to go to the hospital. Do it again, get a second opinion. I couldn't speak. She wanted me to call Jamie, I couldn't. She called him. I hated to do that to him. I cried for him, hearing from her. He was on his way. We hugged some more. She sent me outside to my car to drive across the street to the hospital. I sniffled through the parking lot. Got inside the car. Put my seatbelt on, and laid my head on the steering wheel and just sobbed. I don't know how I drove myself the 50 feet, but thank God for free valet parking.
In the hospital, I'll skip the details about the lack of kindness or compassion the first receptionist showed me. She didn't even look up. She didn't make eye contact or see that I had mascara smeared all over my cheeks, with fresh tears spilling down my face. She didn't look up to see me hiccuping through the answers of her questions. Oh... wait, I was skipping this part. After asking the second receptionist, the nice one, the motherly looking one, for a piece of paper, I began writing out my swimming thoughts... these are the ramblings in the waiting room (unedited and a bit repetitious):
A million things race through my mind. 'Why?' is at the top of the list. Why?Why? Why!?. There is nothing as painful as the loss of a child, but... to lose another one... to lose two children. God help me (why?!). I don't want to do this again. I dont' want to have this hurting again. the aching, the endless night in the pit of my belly again --- instead of the a growing baby. (Why?!) I feel like Sally Fields in Steal Magnolis when she as at her daughter's gravesite. She screams "I just wanna know why?!?!". Oh Lord. Dear Jesus hold me. Four weeks aago we saw a tiny heart beating, four weeks ago life was there. Today. We saw a baby formed today, but no blip. No beating heart. My heart wanted to stop beating right there. My sweet baby's life has stopped. The tiny growing heart has quit. What will I say to Matthew who thinks there is a baby in there? What will I say to the world? (Why?!). Oh I dont' want to do this again. We already bought a pregnancy journal. I've been writing in it. I'm so drained Lord. I'm wiping tears away as fast as I'm writing these words. Please Lord hold me. I'm sitting here in the hospital waiting room, alone with my clipboard and paper. The poor lady at the registration desk (the nice one) doesn't know what to do or say. She keeps bringing me kleenex and looking at me with concern in her eyes. Jamie's on his way. Again I want to shout "WHY?!" but I'm trying so hard to stay quiet. Lord save me from this torture. I want to be gone from here. to hold my boys to me and love them. But it's impossible to hold them for they aren't here. Father hold me. Jesus hear me. Lord please cradle my angels. ... two angels in Heaven. My babies who have seen your face. My babies who have seen your glory while I am faced with sorrow. My babies who will never know pain or regret or fear. My babies.... God, why is it so hard to add an S to that word. My babies who have each other now and can share your lap. God keep them. Lord keep them for Jamie. Keep them for me. I long to hold and know them. But you do. You already know their names. Father save me.
... at this time my phone rang and a friend had come. (thank you friend). Soon after Jamie showed up. We waited and waited and waited some more. I finally went through the triage process and waited some more. Friend went home. Jamie and I sat. Eventually we were led down a hall and into a very uncomfortable room. The attending nurse was spacey and made me uneasy. She seemed like she didn't know what was going on. Then she said so and so would be called and given the images and so and so would be able to call K and then someone would tell us the results. I looked at her and said "Can you see a heart beat" She said "That's what I'm trying to tell you, I'm not allowed to say one way or the other. I'm not authorized to give the results of these testings"... Oh God. Just shoot me here on this table. I turned from her. I mouthed to Jamie if he could see and he couldn't... I couldn't look at her again. She kept asking me if I was okay. I think my mouth whispered yes each time, though inside I was breaking. I was being ripped apart.
I'm waiting for K to call back to schedule my D&C....
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
whatever is lovely
Philippians 4:8 Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.
Over the weekend, Jamie had Matthew make me a card with Matthew's hands drawn on it, but he enclosed the hands down to a point, making Matthew's hand prints form a heart. This card alone would have been (and is) lovely.
Yesterday, Jamie came home with a dozen roses, a starbucks yummy, and a box of my weakness--donuts; any of these alone would have been lovely...
Tonight, my children are away, I'm all pretty and waiting for Mr. Wonderful to take me to dinner and a concert at the Fox. As you can imagine, this alone would have been lovely.
I have found myself thinking all day today about how lovely things are right now. I'm tired beyond tired and more tired and really tired and flat exhausted all the time, the house is upside down more than right side up, dinners are hit and miss lately, I'm in my pj's a lot lately, we're potty training Matthew and Mark is teething--tension is high lately... But my husband has been making my life lovely.
I'm so blessed by him.
I'm so in love with him.
I am so grateful for his love and devotion.
I'm so amazed by his compassion and kindness towards me.
I love being his.
So, I'll leave you with this verse again... and ask you what you can meditate on that's lovely in your life these days?
Philippians 4:8 Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.
Over the weekend, Jamie had Matthew make me a card with Matthew's hands drawn on it, but he enclosed the hands down to a point, making Matthew's hand prints form a heart. This card alone would have been (and is) lovely.
Yesterday, Jamie came home with a dozen roses, a starbucks yummy, and a box of my weakness--donuts; any of these alone would have been lovely...
Tonight, my children are away, I'm all pretty and waiting for Mr. Wonderful to take me to dinner and a concert at the Fox. As you can imagine, this alone would have been lovely.
I have found myself thinking all day today about how lovely things are right now. I'm tired beyond tired and more tired and really tired and flat exhausted all the time, the house is upside down more than right side up, dinners are hit and miss lately, I'm in my pj's a lot lately, we're potty training Matthew and Mark is teething--tension is high lately... But my husband has been making my life lovely.
I'm so blessed by him.
I'm so in love with him.
I am so grateful for his love and devotion.
I'm so amazed by his compassion and kindness towards me.
I love being his.
So, I'll leave you with this verse again... and ask you what you can meditate on that's lovely in your life these days?
Philippians 4:8 Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
new life
For the second time in my life, I was privileged enough to be in the room with a friend while a new life was born. The first time was with my very best friend, Nic, with her second baby. I'd waitied for the arrival of a sweet baby girl, Allison. This was two years ago (can't believe it's been that long)!
The second time was just yesterday. My very dear friend, Tricia had her fifth baby and I was able to sit with her while she labored, pray while she cried and held her hand while she pushed out another sweet baby girl, Arilynn. Then of course, I cried. The miracle of life is just so amazing. To see God's handiwork right there in front of you is just incredible. To see God's handiwork without question or mistake right there in front of you... I'm shaking my head at the amazing-ness. I've been so blessed twice now to see life being born.
"Thank you God for the gift of life. Thank you for the friendships of both Nic and Tricia who'd trust me so much as to want me present at their most vulnerable and magnificent moments. Thank you Lord for their babies. Lord I pray that you'd grow this sweet new tiny life and give her strength for the days ahead. Let her learn to know you and rely on you in time. Father, give Tricia the strength she needs with the other four at home already and the struggles of having a newborn. Lord, bless Allie today, even two years later, Father for she holds a special place in my heart and always will. Thank you Lord most of all for your Son. That you'd send your Son down to die in my place will always amaze me. Father if you'd ask me to send my son, I can say most assuredly I'd have failed. Thank you for not failing. Thank you for your faithfulness. Thank you Lord for your love. When all else fails, you do not. Thank you for the morning. Thank you for life. Thank you for love."
PSALMS 139
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
The second time was just yesterday. My very dear friend, Tricia had her fifth baby and I was able to sit with her while she labored, pray while she cried and held her hand while she pushed out another sweet baby girl, Arilynn. Then of course, I cried. The miracle of life is just so amazing. To see God's handiwork right there in front of you is just incredible. To see God's handiwork without question or mistake right there in front of you... I'm shaking my head at the amazing-ness. I've been so blessed twice now to see life being born.
"Thank you God for the gift of life. Thank you for the friendships of both Nic and Tricia who'd trust me so much as to want me present at their most vulnerable and magnificent moments. Thank you Lord for their babies. Lord I pray that you'd grow this sweet new tiny life and give her strength for the days ahead. Let her learn to know you and rely on you in time. Father, give Tricia the strength she needs with the other four at home already and the struggles of having a newborn. Lord, bless Allie today, even two years later, Father for she holds a special place in my heart and always will. Thank you Lord most of all for your Son. That you'd send your Son down to die in my place will always amaze me. Father if you'd ask me to send my son, I can say most assuredly I'd have failed. Thank you for not failing. Thank you for your faithfulness. Thank you Lord for your love. When all else fails, you do not. Thank you for the morning. Thank you for life. Thank you for love."
PSALMS 139
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
16 your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Monday, February 8, 2010
8 M's to make your marriage magnificent
My friend and pastor's wife, Karen came to speak at my Mom's Club meeting this morning. I was so excited to have her speak to the club. There were about 8 moms in attendance, 6 that got to hear her. I thought I'd recap what she said on my blog, so the world could see. It was a great talk.
1. Make commitment. He is the right one. Even if you've had doubts in the past about making the right choice or doubts about where your relationship is going, where it should be, what if, ... stop. Make the commitment today that he is the right one for you.
2. Manage your time to give your husband top spot. She said "Having little kids is a high stress time in your lives" and she's so right... we often go go go go go for our kids, but when do we stop and GO for our husbands!? She said these four things to help show him priority in your life: 1. nap when the kids nap or at least close your eyes for twenty minutes a day and give your body time to rest, time to prepare yourself mentally for his arrival later. 2. make a menu to help plan the dinners for the family and also your shopping. 3. ask about his day when he comes home and then STAND STILL AND LISTEN to him. 4. don't dress comfortably every day. dress to impress him. He deserves it.
3. Manners are a must. Please, thank you, I appreciate you, I need you, I'm grateful for you, I am glad when you...
4. Munch together. Eat as often as you can as a family. Also, eat alone once a month out of the house, without the kids. Show him you desire time with him alone. You take the initiative and set up the sitter.
5. "Mother"-not. He doesn't need your mothering him. No nagging.
6. Magnify his strengths. Thank him. Tell him what you admire about him. Little things really are important.
7. Mostly Respect. "A man will gladly serve in response to being honored". be careful not to take him for granted. She recommends reading the book titled LOVE AND RESPECT. She said this book changed her life. Changed how she saw her husband and how she treated him. The book so explains how our husbands, as men, need to be respected above any other emotion.
8. Make your marriage holy. Make time to pray together and focus on God. Build your relationship on Christ if you haven't already.
1. Make commitment. He is the right one. Even if you've had doubts in the past about making the right choice or doubts about where your relationship is going, where it should be, what if, ... stop. Make the commitment today that he is the right one for you.
2. Manage your time to give your husband top spot. She said "Having little kids is a high stress time in your lives" and she's so right... we often go go go go go for our kids, but when do we stop and GO for our husbands!? She said these four things to help show him priority in your life: 1. nap when the kids nap or at least close your eyes for twenty minutes a day and give your body time to rest, time to prepare yourself mentally for his arrival later. 2. make a menu to help plan the dinners for the family and also your shopping. 3. ask about his day when he comes home and then STAND STILL AND LISTEN to him. 4. don't dress comfortably every day. dress to impress him. He deserves it.
3. Manners are a must. Please, thank you, I appreciate you, I need you, I'm grateful for you, I am glad when you...
4. Munch together. Eat as often as you can as a family. Also, eat alone once a month out of the house, without the kids. Show him you desire time with him alone. You take the initiative and set up the sitter.
5. "Mother"-not. He doesn't need your mothering him. No nagging.
6. Magnify his strengths. Thank him. Tell him what you admire about him. Little things really are important.
7. Mostly Respect. "A man will gladly serve in response to being honored". be careful not to take him for granted. She recommends reading the book titled LOVE AND RESPECT. She said this book changed her life. Changed how she saw her husband and how she treated him. The book so explains how our husbands, as men, need to be respected above any other emotion.
8. Make your marriage holy. Make time to pray together and focus on God. Build your relationship on Christ if you haven't already.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Oh Baby.
Well, here we go again... My weight loss efforts are on hold. ... this greatly eliminates one of my New Year's resolutions, huh? We've found out last week that we are pregnant with our third child. Markie is going to be a big brother late this summer. Baby is due in September. Craziness? Yes. Yes it is. My next appt is in 3 weeks. I will probably post again after that about it. I want to hear the heart beating of course. Though we were able to see it flickerin gon the screen at my previous appt. I am in love already.
Thank you Jesus for this gift. (Ps 139)
Thank you Jesus for this gift. (Ps 139)
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