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Perfection… And my seaside convictions

As I was searching for shells with my youngest kiddo this morning, I over heard myself give him this advice, “Only pick up the perfect ones.  The pretty ones, without cracks or broken spots.”. Outwardly, this wasn’t bad advice.  I bet you choose your shells based on the same filter.  But inside, I felt myself gasp.   Am I possibly giving my kid this advice??  The same kid who my whole heart longs to teach to love those in life who aren’t perfect– those who circumstances outside their control have left them with cracks and broken spots.  I changed our conversation to “ooh, tell me what’s beautiful about THAT one!” as he continued to bring me beautiful, yet flawed shells.   I am so crazy thankful for a Saviour who died for me, the imperfect version.  Not the version of me without cracks or flaws or mistakes.  He chose me, and died a horrible death on a cross for THAT me.   And I’m so thankful for kids who have eyes that don’t search for perfection in people.  They are forgiving of differences among people and want to love everyone, regardless of their outward appearance– the color of their skin, the scars (seen and unseen), or mistakes they have made.  I pray my children continue to understand that search for perfection, both in themselves and in others, is a setup for disappointment.  Striving for excellence and obedience to a perfect savior while learning valuable lessons through the failures is a lot harder to do than one would think but it’s my daily prayer for my children, my husband, and myself.  We are no where near perfect, but we are trying hard to make the world a better place, one moment at a time.

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The ADHD Journey Continues, One Year Later

2016 was a year of discovery for our family.  First, we confirmed what we all already knew.  Poor Ben was surrounded by a bunch of #squirrel amazing people, who lack in executive functioning skills.  We’re amazingly creative, kind, compassionate people, but we may need you to redirect us a few times, because we get distracted along the way.  AND, we may talk your ear off.  🙂  Sydney, Eli, and their awesome mommy were all diagnosed with ADHD.  This diagnosis for myself was not surprising at all, especially looking back.  As we were completing forms for our kids, Ben laughed and asked me when I was having my evaluation.  I wasn’t at all offended.  I had seen myself in SO MANY of the questions.  And our kids pediatrician asked me straight out which parent had more of these tendencies.  She said in her experience it is not uncommon at all for her ADHD patients to have, you guessed it, an ADHD parent.

I would like to say that the past year was filled with support from everyone around us.  This is both true and untrue.  The people who matter— parents and grandparents, teachers, closest friends— all get it and support us.  However, the rest of the world starts their response with “Have you tried…?”  It has truly become my passion to learn as much about ADHD as possible and share it with everyone I know.  These medications, you know— the horrible, dreaded, avoided things you read about online— have saved my family.  They have allowed us to have dinner together.  For my children to participate in activities both in school, extracurricularly, and at home, that there is no way they could have done without it.  They have allowed my daughter to write her letters correctly instead of mirror-image backwards.  They have allowed my daughter to experience lights and sounds without wanting to cover her ears and cry.  They have allowed my son the ability to go to school and not be antagonized by his teachers.  He can sit right side up in his chair (un-medicated Eli is a bat– preferring to sit upside down.  Don’t ask, I have no idea!)  They have allowed me to get the thoughts from my head out of my mouth.  They have allowed me not to interrupt constantly in conversations.  They have allowed me to care for my patients without constantly forgetting things that are not safe for me to forget.  These medications are not “chemical babysitters.”  I promise you, my children still talk incessantly most of the time, still climb things, still argue, still get louder than they should.  BUT, they are also able to sit in their chairs (most of the time) when it’s expected, read a book, play a game, or fold a load of towels.  They don’t walk around like little zombies.  Again- they’re still loud and crazy, but just functional, loud and crazy people!  There are zero euphoric effects from the medication.  As a matter of fact, the only two differences I actually feel when take mine is that 1) Words don’t get stuck in my head and 2) I don’t want to nap constantly.

The last time I posted was over a year ago.  I’m sorry for that.  We’ve been super busy.  (Read above- not a chemical babysitter.  My kids were busy climbing things and doing crazy things that needed supervision!)  My last post focused on finding the right medication for our kiddos.  Fortunately, following our highly symptomatic start, we have had an uneventful medication history.  Both Eli and Sydney have been on Vyvanse for the last year, and done AH-MAZING.

Unfortunately, the dreaded side effect of suppressed appetite has become an issue for us this year.  We have been able to make a few lifestyle changes and keep our medicines on board and keep our kids from losing weight.  For one, we try to make sure they have a pretty big breakfast, and we’ve moved our usually early 5pm dinner to much later as the meds are wearing off.  That means the kiddos are usually roaming the kitchen as they eat, but they do clean their plates a lot of nights, so I’m picking my battles there!  I also find myself answering “No!  Oh wait, you want a snack?  Yes, go eat.”  I fear this will be a battle that we have to continuously monitor and keep a close eye on, but I think with the right modifications, we will be able to keep our kiddos at a healthy weight while also able to treat their ADHD as well.  (“I heard that if your kids eat x-y- and z, they won’t need meds.”  YES, we tried diet modifications for years actually before they started medication.  We saw MINIMAL difference– with the most difference seen eliminating Red Dye #40- which we still try to avoid.   Although diet plays a role, as it does with almost everything, if your child truly has ADHD, it is not going to fix them.)

My previous ADHD posts focused a lot more on Eli.  As a matter of fact, I’m not sure I had publicly told you guys about Sydney.  As mentioned above, two of the biggest victories for her I really wasn’t expecting.  The girl had been turning her letters backwards since she was 3.  Everyone kept telling me I wasn’t supposed to worry about it until she was 7- that this was normal.  But, I was worried.  She knew how to read and write her letters for years, but yet her papers continuously came home mirror-image backwards.  The medication for ADHD  slows her down enough to focus on writing it correctly.  This concern has disappeared for us.  The second huge win for her is that Sydney had been insanely sensory-sensitive.  In fact, I spent a long time not thinking she had ADHD and thinking she had sensory processing disorder.  Except, no pediatrician wanted to go there with me since it is a part of the autism spectrum and Sydney clearly demonstrated no autistic characteristics.  I felt so ignored and helpless in that arena.  My beautiful, “normal” daughter freaked out in a movie theatre.  When the climax music came on, she would bury her head into our shoulders and whisper in our ears how scared she was.  She would cover her ears with both hands during tap class, and then come out with tears in her eyes and tell me “It’s just so loud!”  These were not the symptoms I expected to improve with she started medicine that allowed her to remain in her seat at school and at dinner.  But, as it changes the way she processes sensory input, she now sees and hears lights and sounds like a “normal” person.  Not like someone who sees flashing, lightning like lights and hears sounds super amplified to the point of distress.  She can now fold a whole load of towels, instead of fighting me for 25 minutes about folding one.  She can now sit down and read a chapter book, and read for enjoyment.

Although Ben and I know without a shadow of a doubt that we have made the right decision for our children, we don’t get a lot of objective evidence of that.  The other day, as I was cleaning up breakfast trash from that morning, I noticed that Sydney’s medicine was with her trash (not because she intentionally didn’t take it, but #squirrel).  I quickly said a prayer that her day had gone ok.  That afternoon, I got an email from her teacher that just said “Hey!  I was just checking in to see if anything different had happened with Sydney’s routine, because she was bouncing off the walls today.”  HA- parenting Tigger is often how I have described my two amazing and crazy kiddos.  I smiled and disregarded the email, as I knew exactly what had “changed.”  The next week, I got Sydney’s graded papers from the week before, and ya’ll, they stopped me in my tracks.  On Wednesday, Sydney took a Math pre-test (which looks almost identical to the real test), and she made a 94.  On Friday, the day she forgot her medicine, she took the real test.  It didn’t look like the same kid’s handwriting.  And, she made a SEVENTY FOUR.  There were many, many skipped questions (as a matter of fact, that’s where all of her missed points went.  She didn’t get any incorrect, she just skipped a ton).  And at some point, she changed from using her pencil to a purple crayon.  I giggled as I imagined her taking her test and #squirrel, “What a pretty crayon!  I’m going to make my paper look prettier than it would if I just used this pencil.  I bet my teacher will love the purple writing!  She loves purple!”  Not often do parents of ADHD kids get before and afters of what their kids can do on and off medicine.  I will probably frame these tests.  When someone says “Have you tried…?,” I won’t even have to answer.  I’ll just show them the evidence.

Eli has continued to do well.  He struggled the most in school pre-medication.  Like, behavior problems as a 3-4 year old.  I fought a constant inner battle of Am I enabling or advocating??  I agonized over how he would make it through school.  I imagined I would likely have to quit work and homeschool this amazingly bright kid who seemed to be so misunderstood by his teachers!  He has excelled academically in 1st grade.  He is reading beautifully, and enjoys reading chapter books (melt my momma heart!).  He loves reading trivial facts about random things and learning about history, and does both often and independently.  He has had to take very few of his tests this year, because he makes 100s on the pre-tests earlier in the week.  He’s equal parts good at reading/language as he is at math/science.  Due to being preceived as the “bad kid” and his lack of spatial awareness (read, he might plow right through you- watch out!), one of my biggest concerns for him at the start of this school year was that he lagged behind socially.  I’m so excited about how far he’s come this year with that as well.  He’s made sweet friends and doing incredibly well all around!  Don’t think everything is perfect, or we don’t struggle, but, oh the improvement!!

I don’t write this to tell everyone all our business or try to influence anyone to do anything that they don’t want to do.  But, I also know how much of a struggle this is for many of you, who are struggling alone and without support.  (I know this, because you messaged me last year and told me about it!  You told me your in-laws, parents, friends all told you how bad medications are, despite how much your child struggles socially and academically.)  I just want to be a story you can remember about a family that didn’t have a horrible experience with medication.  A college educated mom and dad who made this choice for their kids.  A mom who has a master’s degree in nursing.  A family that functions oh.so.much better because of this choice.  This is a topic that I am passionate about and happy to talk about, so if you have any questions or want to chat, feel free to send me a message, a text, an email.

Take a minute to watch this amazing video.   It’s sad, true, and inspiring at the same time.

My crazy ADHD kiddos, I will walk beside you in the rain all of the days, and continue to see the amazing things you do, even if it doesn’t fit the mold!

**** Just as an addendum, behavior modification is a huge component for treatment of ADHD as well.  There are coping strategies and other behavior modification that is very helpful and very necessary for both kids and adults with ADHD.  We tried those alone for years prior to starting medication.  As with most chronic diseases, medication PLUS behavior modification has been the right fit.  They are not mutually exclusive.

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Confirmation

Have you ever felt like maybe you’re making the wrong choices?  Maybe all of the negative chatter around you could actually be right?  Should you listen, and change your course?  You know, adjust the sails, and re-evaluate your plan?  I say maybe, but probably not.  If the advice is consistently coming from your parents, or other people with your best interest at heart, do listen and consider.  Otherwise, at least in my experience, people are full of negativity and reasons why things won’t work out.  Examples:  Becoming a teacher, becoming a nurse, having a child, having two kids in one year, having three kids, adopting a child, living in a different town than your mom, living in the same town as your mom, going to grad school just to name a few things.  Sometimes, I am really good at tuning out the noise, and plowing full force into pursuing my dreams.  Other times, the chatter makes me question God’s calling.  I know the passions He has put in my heart, and I know they are from Him.  But sometimes, it’s easy to be tempted for the easier, and more- recommended route from the naysayers.

So, I found it quite interesting and incredibly inspiring when I stumbled across a Steve Jobs quote this week.  One I have never heard before.  “The ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.”  I read it, and read it again.  Yes.  This is exactly it.  Maybe the naysayers are right.  Maybe I am crazy.  But maybe I am just crazy enough to ACTUALLY make a difference.  To actually say, “Yes, this is hard, and maybe a little crazy, but it’s worth it.”  Because you see, if you believe nothing will ever change, and you accept that, guess what?  Nothing will ever change.  But if you refuse to accept that, and some times (heck, most of the time) your decisions look a little crazy to others, you are way more willing to step out there and do things others are scared to do (and scared to admit they are scared to do.  They hide behind the comforting excuse of “That’s crazy.  That won’t change anything.  It’s always been that way. One person will not make a difference.”), and eventually your small but amazing steps do make a difference.  Millennials really do get a bad reputation most days.  My absolute favorite thing about being a Millennial is our generation really doesn’t accept things just because “it’s how it’s always been done.”  We aren’t loyal to the status quo.  We push forward and look for ways to make things better.  For me, achieving this “better” involves a lot more tolerance (lots of it, but my hopes and dreams are a lot like MLK JR), a lot less poverty and inequality, and a lot less kiddos suffering (either through orphan status, bullying or poverty are my areas of conviction!)


Considering the books and blogs I read and the friends around which I surround myself, I’d like to say that this lifechanging and life affirming quote came from the Bible, or a book written by someone inspired by the Bible, or heck, even someone that believes in Jesus.  I’m not even sure Steve Jobs believed in God.  But, Steve Jobs believed in his dreams and he believed in doing what no one else had done so that he could see results that no one else had seen, and that inspires me more than you know.  Because the dreams I have (you know, the wishes my heart makes!), God put in my heart.  And they may seem a little crazy to you.  They definitely do not help me maintain a level of calmness in my life.  But, I don’t believe God called me to be calm.  He called each of us to live a life glorifying to him.  And I believe our story is going to look a little crazy to most, but that’s ok.  It’s our story, and we are crazy enough to trust him, and change the world!

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What Happens When God Says “No!”

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Think back to a time where you can distinctly remember God answering a prayer.  I can bet with almost certainty that the answer was “yes.”  I remember being at a youth camp, and the speaker asked everyone to raise their hand if God had ever answered their prayer.  Then he asked to leave your hand raised if the answer was no.  Not a hand in the room was raised.  It feels good when you start something, ask God for it, and it works out the way you hoped.   But, is God any less present if the answer is, in fact, “no!”?  As parents, how many times do we tell our children no?  More often than not in our house.  We have the ability to take our emotions out of the answer, see the bigger picture, use our more mature life experiences to help them see that “no” or “not right now” might be better answer.  But, it hurts so much when God’s answer is no.  Why is that?  As usual, I don’t have an answer.  Just using this space to process my thoughts.

Our family has had a series of similar experiences recently.  I will speak vaguely, as it is only partially my story to tell and I don’t have the permission of the others involved to share.  We felt that making some really big changes were in order to be more in line with God’s plan for our life.  Big changes needed to surround ourselves with Christian coworkers, strong Christian leadership, a culture that supports all that we believe in. And that door was slammed in our face over and over again.  Why would God not want this for us?  Why would this not be HIS plan?

As hard as it is to be told no (or told no a few times), God can see the big picture.  He knows our whole story and that sometimes what we think is best for us, is in fact, not at all what we should do.  This series of events has definitely been trying for us, but I think that it is a great opportunity for growth and for the maturity to say “I sure did think this is what would have been best for me, God, but I’m really excited to see what you have in store for me.”

This idea connects very closely with another burden that I have felt over the last year or so, which is losing with grace.  We live in a society that pushes the need to be #1, the winner, the CEO, on top.  Unfortunately, even if we are doggone good at what we do, there are a lot of other people who are also uniquely good at what we do too.  How do we retrain our minds to strive for excellence without striving to be the winner?  How do we train our hearts not to break when we aren’t the one who is chosen at that moment?  How do we teach our children that winning at life is being fulfilled by a Savior who died a sinner’s death on a cross for ME.  By judging our successes not by our gains, but by the amount of difference we were able to make in someone else’s life.   Our humanness makes this a hard concept to practice and our society makes it a hard concept to preach.  But, I strongly believe that I want to raise children who understand that BEST is fleeting. You may have the BEST car for 2 days until the next rich kid pitches a fit for a BETTER car.  You may be the skinniest until you have 3 babies in 4 years and suddenly you better redefine your idea of a perfect body.  I am so proud of my family who is struggling but learning each day that we are not winning the race, but we are running it not to win earthly prices or medals (even though Sydney likes those too!), but to make a difference for the one who created us!

 

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Empowered Women Empower Women!

As an independent woman with mostly conservative-ish values, all of the women’s rights protests have me thinking about my views on the world in which I am raising a daughter.  Is it possible that it is as bad as some my friends are making it out to be?  Is it as equal as I have felt all my life?  Is it the world I want my daughter to grow up in?

As a quick caveat, I will say that a lot of the protests seemed to come down to the issue of pro-choice vs. pro-life, and I will not be addressing that here.  My view on this issue was so emotional for me as a teenager and early adult that I lost a lot of relationships, and really felt that God led me away from this as a passion.  I 100% know where I stand on this issue, but it is not one that I will address publicly.

My Wishes for this World for my Daughter include:

  • A world where she can be anything her heart dreams to be
  • A world that admires her compassion for others
  • A world that cheers when she advocates for what her heart strongly believes in
  • A world that doesn’t tell her who she is based on her skin color, gender, or last name (or any other label for that matter)
  • A world that allows her to show tolerance to those different from her, while also giving her the ability to gently share her thoughts on issues as well
  • A world that celebrates both mommas that spend their days staying home with little people and also uplifts mommas who make the choice to go to work outside the home
  • A world that she need not prove herself to.  She is created in God’s image, and SHE  is ENOUGH.

It is my prayer that my beautiful daughter not try to fit into any of the labels the media or our society, or men, or other women try to peg us into.  My hope for her is that she dream incredibly big and experience so much joy along the path of chasing those dreams.  I pray that she surround herself with a tribe of other girls and boys who build her up and cheer her on.  I pray that her innocence and ignorance of racism, genderism (is that a word?), and hate of any group of people continue for so many years to come.  I pray that all of you telling us how bad the world is don’t dampen her tenacity to change the world!  She can be a conservative liberal tolerant feminist if that works for her, and don’t you dare tell her otherwise!  I love you Sydney, and you really can be absolutely anything you want to be, baby girl!  Don’t you dare let someone limit you with a silly label or a doom and gloom report of society!

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To My Gymnast on the Night of her First Competition

Dear my beautiful gymnast on the night before your first competition,

I’m not sure how we ended up here but I’m so glad that we did.  We didn’t plan to have you in competitive gymnastics.  We didn’t research the best gyms or coaches or programs in our area.  I had spent years telling you no to gymnastics.  Actually, one of mommy’s best friend’s asked me to sign you up for a 4 week summer class, and I said yes.

This was not supposed to be “your thing.”. You were a beautiful ballerina.  With beautiful lines and pointy toes.  Your cartwheels were crooked, but the coaches saw more, and so did I.  You had a sparkle in your eyes and a determination I had never seen in you before.  Instead of getting angry or frustrated when something wasn’t naturally perfect, you just practiced and practiced until it came easily.  Three classes in, you were invited into an advanced class and then the competitive team.  The amount of progress you’ve made in six months is mind boggling!

You practice for two hours a day, twice a week, and are still flipping as we walk out the door.  You’ve never complained once about going to practice.  You’re so very excited about your first competition tomorrow, and even more excited that it’s on your birthday weekend.  You have hopes for lots of gold medals tomorrow.  When I tried to remind you that it was your first meet and that you might not win a gold medal, and we were just so excited to see you do your best, you reminded me that it was everyone on your team’s first meet, and you planned to win some gold medals.  Dream big, baby girl, dream big.  I don’t have a competitive bone in my body, but you do, and to watch the hard work you’ve put in and the confidence that you have makes me so proud!!

You fell asleep without any trouble tonight, but I lay awake doing all of your worrying for you.  Will you win any medals?  Will you get nervous and freeze?  Will you fall?  Will you get hurt?  No one can answer these questions, but we do know that no matter what, you will do your very best, and we will be so incredibly proud of you!

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#doubletrouble

One of the most intense parts of having a baby and then having a baby again the very next year is that you do everything twice with little to no break.  Although this seems like a no-brainer, it has quite the effect on mom and dad.

None of my kiddos were very good sleepers as babies.  They tricked us in the early weeks and slept as well or a little better than they same-aged counterparts, but by six months old, they were still waking up a few times a night and at the year mark, once per night a few times per week.  I believe I would have handled this fine if at one, Sydney remained an only child and Mommy got to catch up on some much needed rest.  But, no!  She started sleeping all night and her beautiful, chubby baby brother was born at the exact time.  And repeat!  Another year of precious sleep missed precious quality time with my snuggly babies.

I also spent almost two consecutive years nursing between my dynamic duo with a teeney tiny break in between.   Because Sydney was still a tiny infant when we found out we were expecting again , I ignored my doctor’s advice (Yall, I don’t recommend this), and continued to nurse her until I was six months pregnant (and she was 9 months old).  I had a few months break and started again for another 9 months of nursing a few months later.   I will just pause here to say I pumped in some crazy places over these few years (Sanford Stadium, Turner Field, Six Flags, among countless other bathrooms!!).

Shall we even talk about diapers??  We had seven consecutive years that we had one (or two!) kiddos in diapers.   Sydney was so tiny and Eli so chubby that they almost always wore the same size diaper!  Now that we are a diaper free household, I can honestly say this is one part of having many littles that I do not miss!  You know, who wants to walk up to a stranger in a restaurant or at a park and ask “I forgot an extra diaper/wipes– may I please pay you for one of yours?”  Yes, I did that.   Waaay more than once.  Prepared moms are my best friends.  However, I’m usually not one of them, despite my best intentions.

Of course, diapers leads to the next logical subject– my least favorite part of parenting: potty training.  I thought delaying Sydney’s potty training and rushing Eli’s sounded like a great plan, but of course, I was not that lucky.  Sydney was super verbal and between her potty words and interest, we started her potty going way too soon at 18 months.  8 months later, she had it down!!  Eli, on the other hand, had zero, none, zilch, interest in getting rid of his diapers and was so stinking (pun intended) stubborn!  So, after two or more full years of potty training, I was so over it and am so blessed that the third time was the charm, and I think it’s possible Liam just woke up potty trained one day!!

I was the most terrified of having my kids simultaneously in the testing two/terrible threes at the same time.  I guess it wasn’t too bad, because it was during that year, we decided to try for baby #3.  But again, we were in these phases for what seemed like forever.  The good news is that they seemed to alternate being terrors, so we never had them both being horrible at the same time.  I will give God credit for that!

The most fun part about this same  concept is that this #doubletrouble pair make Christmas morning, Disney trips and daily things double the magical.  The two of them are definitely more than 1+1=2— and sometimes that is fantastic and sometimes it is oh.so.tiring!  cutiecollage

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#whatnottosay

Before you even start to read this, Disclaimer:  I am not currently pregnant.  Ok, you may continue!

I’m not sure if I’m just way sensitive while pregnant or people say some incredibly stupid things to pregnant women.  I think it’s a big combination of both with a major emphasis on people say the most obvious and dumb things to expectant women.  But, after being pregnant for a total of 126 weeks, I have been told some really nasty things.

1) You look like you’re about to explode/pop/must be due any day/must be more than one.  

Can we just stop and reflect on how anyone can think this is ok or appropriate to say??  Ok, you are most likely talking to a poor girl who has never been so large in her life watching the numbers of the scale increase at an exponential rate all in the name of bringing life into this world and you just called her fat.  You are not nice.  You are not funny.  You should just be quiet if this is all you have to say.

2) You know how that happens, right?

No, actually I don’t.  I missed that day of health education.  Enlighten me, please.  I’m never sure what answer they expect to get to this.  It could get pretty interesting, but danggit, my little people are usually standing right there when they ask!

3) Did you guys mean to “do that?”

See #2.  Well, whether we did or didn’t, we are fully committed to this life that we will be molding for this next double decade, so whether it was planned or unplanned is really zero public business!

4) While I’m on my don’t say stupid things soapbox, let’s talk about one more thing.  Family Sizes.  

Two kids and a dog may have been the perfect size for your family.  Please remember that families are not one size fits all and no mom should feel the need to defend her family size to you or feel anxious about announcing a third+ pregnancy for fear of public reaction.  I love Baby #3 as much as my first!

I don’t think people generally mean to be a complete jerk when talking to pregnant women but boy are they good at it anyway.  A great alternative option is “You look beautiful pregnant” or “You’re going to be a great mom!”  Or, another option:  If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.  Silence is golden.  Especially when you’re the man at the grocery store or the woman in the elevator, who in fact shouldn’t have an opinion anyway.  Unless it’s to tell us how cute Kid #2 is.  Then you may speak!

I would love to hear your stories of insane things people have said to you as a parent or preggo that left your jaw on the floor, and you had to think “I have two options.  Protect my child from this insanity and pick my jaw up off the floor, or give this moron a response.”  Leave them in the comments!

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Birthdays…

On this night 4 years ago, I was wide awake, just as I find myself on this rainy night.  When the sun rises, I will have a very excited little boy- very ready to celebrate his 4th birthday.  But four years ago, on this very day, Ben and I got up before sunrise and headed to our local hospital, where I had worked for the previous 4 years.  This very same OB-GYN had delivered Eli just 3 years prior, and I knew I was in good hands.  These nurses had watched my belly grow week by week, and were incredibly excited to help me welcome my sweet little man.    But, the knowledge of this does not take away the anxiety of a momma who has given birth previously.  It is a miraculous experience, and a scary experience, filled with worries of something going wrong with me or the baby, worries of pain, worries of details surrounding the big brother and sister.  Especially for a nurse who knows in graphic detail all of the things that can (and do) go wrong.

Thankfully, nothing went wrong.  After a pregnancy plagued with kidney stones (20+ of them, actually) resulting in multiple hospitalizations and a fractured elbow early on in my pregnancy, I was aiming for a pain-free delivery.  Which I mostly got.  I arrived 4 cm dilated (where I stayed the last month of my pregnancy with both boys), and my induction started with my first-ever Pitocin drip at 6 am.  My water was broke somewhere in the 8s and Liam was born by 10.  My lifelong best friend Jenna made the trip to be in the delivery room to take pictures, and my mom + Ben were there as well.  An epidural, progression straight to 10 cm, and one and a half pushes later, I was handed a perfect, beautiful Apgar score 9, screaming baby boy with amazing complexion and beautiful black hair.  He looked exactly what I expected him to, and was pure newborn perfection.  Of course, at this point, I was ready to go home, but my amazing and loving husband had threatened my life not to request this, so I obliged and actually walked from my L&D suite to my Postpartum Room. (I’m either a rockstar patient or “one of those” patients… I’m not sure.)  For some reason my OB-GYN and hubby always side together.

This little guy is not just any special kid.  He’s my last baby.  And today, he is turning four. Which means by any logical standards, he is not a baby anymore.  Thankfully, no one has given him that memo yet, and he’s still more than happy to snuggle with his Momma on  the regular, and I am still “his best friend!”

He is definitely more Sydney than Eli, both in appearance and personality.  He has two modes- he’s either terrified of something, or he owns it– no middle ground.  (Thankfully, he’s been a rockstar and conquering lots of fears!)  He loves with his whole heart and is such a sweet friend.  He’s my best cleaner by light years, and loves to do anything to please me, so he helps out a lot.  He’s also my biggest crybaby– he still won’t stay in his class at church without me, and if he doesn’t like something, he’s pretty vocal about that too!  🙂  Just like both Sydney and Eli, he’s beyond incredibly smart.  He’s been insanely vocal since day one, and his logic and reasoning skills for a just-turning 4 year old are mind boggling.  Over the last year, he’s wanted to be a garbage man, a teacher, and a policeman, so I think the verdict is still out on that one.  I have no doubt he will pursue something with lots of passion and make a difference in lots of lives no matter which path he takes!

I’ve seen lots of adoptive families post “We could’ve missed this.”  I often get emotional thinking about this with my Liam.  My third kid (in 4 years).  We had two healthy kids- a boy and a girl (and a dog!)  By American standards, we should have been done.  Ben would have been joyous to be done!!  But he loved me enough to give me ONE MORE sweet Brooks baby.  And I tear up every time I think about “We could’ve missed this.”  This baby boy that wraps his arms around your neck and gives you the best hugs ever.  This baby boy that spent the first half of his life calling me “Mommia.”  This baby boy that shocked most of our family who were content to have Sydney and Eli that they could fall head over heels in love with another Brooks baby.  This baby boy that completes our family, and has made my heart ok with that.  This baby boy that isn’t a baby anymore.