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Doctor, Doctor, Gimmie the News…

Shawn and I had another eventful night on Saturday night. I’m not even sure where it started, it’s a little bit of a blur right now.

During the day on Saturday, I did my best to “take it easy,” as I’ve been told. I did some laundry, did the dishes, and just slowly worked on getting some things done around the house. I felt a couple of small contractions early in the day, so I cancelled the coffee date I had and put my feet up until I couldn’t feel anymore. Around 9:00 or so, I started to feel more contractions, so I parked myself on the couch for the evening and started timing them. I think they were coming about every 20 minutes or so.

I was starting to be concerned, but didn’t want to stress myself into having even MORE contractions, so we did our best to stay calm.We decided we’d make it an early night and went to bed around 10:45, hoping that some sleep and further rest might stop them. I woke up to contractions a few times during the night, but again, tried not to worry. Around…I guess 2:00 or 2:30, I could tell they were coming more frequently. I fell back asleep, and around 2:45, I woke up again and started timing them. From my best (and very sleepy) guess, they were coming at about every 10 minutes…or 6 per hour…the threshold for when our Doctor told us to head into the hospital.

I wanted to stall as long as possible and give Shawn a chance to rest (and maybe give the contractions a chance to miraculously stop), so I tried everything I could think of to stop or slow them – deep breathing, emptying my bladder, drinking some water, etc. I realized around 3:15 or 3:30 that they were only getting stronger, so I woke Shawn up and told him that I thought we probably needed to head in. Rather than being grumpy or upset (like I probably would’ve been!) Shawn kind of paused for a moment, sleepily said, “okay,” and gave me a reassuring sleepy smile. So off we went.

We got to the hospital around 3:45-ish. When we checked in, we saw Rhonda, who is the mother of one of our high school boys (who is very dear to Shawn’s heart) who was also on Worth the Wait for two years. I can’t tell you how comforting it was to see a familiar face. She checked us in, and told the nurse to take good care of us. 🙂 Throughout the night, she popped in to make sure we were okay, got Shawn coffee, asked me if I wanted ice chips, and just gave us a chance to get our minds off of what was going on. I was hooked up to the monitors and had my blood pressure, temperature, etc. taken (all normal).

Baby is NOT a fan of the monitors, by the way! The nurse would no sooner get his heartbeat when he’d move to the other side, and she’d have to pick it up again. Then he’d move back, and she’d have to move the monitor again. They played this game several times before he finally accepted his fate and stayed somewhat still.

Once they strapped the contractions monitor on, he proceeded to directly kick at it a few times every hour…just to make sure we remembered that he didn’t like it, I guess. 🙂

The monitor was showing that my contractions were about 2-3 minutes apart. They checked my cervix, took a urine sample, and gave me a shot of Tributelene. The shot once again made me shaky, but it lessened the contractions. While they continued to monitor, Shawn read a magazine (we were smart this time and brought things for us both to read), and I dozed on and off. Awhile later, the contractions came back. They weren’t showing up as very strong on the monitor, but they were more painful than they’d been. The nurse moved the monitor a couple of times to see if they could get a better read, but as strongly as I felt them, they never did show up quite as strong on the monitor.

Regardless, it meant that the contractions were coming back. So…I got another shot of Tributelene and an IV (I guess in case the latest contractions were because of being dehydrated). We then waited awhile longer while they monitored us and waited for the Doctor to see me. This time, the shot made me super shaky, but it seemed to be working. Then we had to wait for the doctor…and wait…and wait…and wait…or at least that’s what it seemed like to us. Hence the blog title, because all that waiting made me sing out of sheer boredom. 🙂

She did eventually come, checked my cervix (thinning slightly, but not enough to concern her), and discharged us. So we waited awhile longer for a nurse to come around and take the IV out/take off the monitors. I think we left the hospital around 10:00am-ish. Apparently having contractions makes me super hungry, so we again grabbed some breakfast (Bojangles, in case you’re wondering) and headed home. Poor Shawn had to grab a shower and head to church, but I was able to head straight to bed and sleep until the afternoon.

So a quick word about my husband. He is the most amazing man ever. He’s taken AMAZE-ing care of me and has been nothing short of selfless and giving. I felt awful, really terrible, about dragging us to the hospital on a Saturday night (he gets up super early on Sundays and works from 6am to late), and he’s never made me feel guilty or badly. He has been so calm and reassuring for me, even though I’m sure he’s worried inside, and he’s been a safe place for me to cry and vent my fears.

Since we’ve been home, Shawn’s been taking care of everything so that I can be on semi-bed rest. He’s seriously done everything…from the dishes, to taking the dog out, to getting stuff ready for the baby, to fixing the carpet threshold (which is what he’s working on right now). He makes sure I have enough water, have enough rest, have enough food, am comfortable, and am safe. He prays over me and our baby when I start to feel contractions and is constantly reminding me that God knows things we don’t and has everything under control.

Even beyond that, when it’s the middle of the night and I’m on a hospital bed, looking rough and scared, he tells me that he thinks I’m beautiful and am doing an amazing job of taking care of our baby. And even though I know he doesn’t understand why that makes me cry like crazy, he holds me while I do so.

I know that’s a little more personal than I usually write in these blogs, but I just wanted those of you who are Shawn’s family to know that you’ve raised an amazing man…one whom I pray that our son looks and acts like. And to my family, I want you guys to know that I’m very well taken care of.

So…that’s what we’ve been through lately. I had a handful of contractions on Sunday night, but they slowed with rest and eventually stopped with sleep. I’m trying to use the holiday weekend to force myself to keep my feet up as much as possible. Our next appointment is Thursday at 11:30. I’m eager to be seen again, to make sure that everything is okay, and that nothing is dialated or effaced. I’m also a little worried that I’ll officially be put on bedrest, as I’m not sure what that would mean for my job.We also have an appointment tomorrow to interview a potential pediatrician, which should be fun. 🙂 Please continue praying for us as you think of us. Please pray specifically that Baby would be in there as long as his healthy for him and will be born in God’s perfect timing. Pray that God would be growing and developing him so that he’ll have as little time as possible (or maybe no time at all!) in the NICU. Thank you so much for loving and supporting our family.



Finally Some Good News…

Since Monday morning, I haven’t had any further contractions!! For the past couple of weeks, I’ve had contractions pretty much every night. They range from once an hour to once every half hour to well…often enough to send us to the hospital. It’s been so comforting to not have had ANY for the past two nights in a row. While I can’t say for sure why the contractions have stopped, I have a feeling it’s because I’m making a conscious effort to be on my butt as much as possible. I’m so excited to finally have a little bit of relief from constant worry and timing those dang things! 🙂

While we’re praying that our little guy stays in there for awhile longer, we’re also trying to use our time wisely since realistically…we have no idea when he’ll decide to make an appearance. We’ve been busy trying to make sure we have as much in order as possible. Shawn actually just finished staining our crib this past weekend and will soon be putting it together. I’m so excited to have a place for him to sleep!

Shawn and I had our pediatric office interview yesterday, which went well.Our next appointment is tomorrow (Thursday) at 11:30. I’m sure this will be more following up about our last adventure to the hospital. Please pray that I continue to not be contracting and that nothing is dialated or effaced or in any other way, out of the ordinary.

Baby (who still doesn’t have a name, by the way) is still just a-movin’! His favorite place seems to be right under my ribs on my right hand side. I’m not sure what exactly he’s nestling up there, but it’s hard as a rock! So far it’s not been uncomfortable, he just sometimes feels like he’s going to burst right through my skin. Sometimes I wonder how on earth my 5″3 body is going to fit Shawn’s long-legged son. 🙂 Occasionally we’ll lay down to watch TV and hook one of our iPods up to headphones, put them on my tummy, and let the iPod shuffle through our songs. It’s fun to feel him kicking and moving more with certain songs…it’s obvious that he already loves music!

He (the baby) was listening to Shawn’s iPod on shuffle when he started going nutso in there! He was squirming and kicking and just going crazy. We checked to see what song was making him want to dance so much, and the song that had come up on shuffle was a Detour song (Detour is a band Shawn was in during high school/college)! He kept up his little dance party until the song was over, and it was hilarious! I told Shawn that he hears his Daddy singing at least every Sunday morning, so there’s a very good chance that he recognized Shawn’s voice. How cool is that?!



Our Update…

We had an appointment yesterday and found out that my cervix is still not showing signs of labor (it’s thinning slightly, but not enough to even assign a number of dialation to it), which is GREAT news! Our Doctor seemed encouraged that I haven’t had any bleeding or anything else that is scary.

She was the first doctor to actually say the words, “bedrest.” She told me that I would continue being on “modified bedrest,” until the contractions subsided. When Shawn asked her to clarify what modified bedrest meant, she said, “Well, you know, you shouldn’t be walking around Wal-Mart or taking a trip to the mall, stuff like that. If you have something that you HAVE to do, then that’s okay, just take it easy.”

So there you have it. I had pretty much stopped having contractions until last night, when I started getting them again. I put my feet up and let Shawn get me water, food, etc., and only got up to use the restroom. Within a couple of hours, they’d lessened in intensity and frequency, and by the time we went to bed, they’d pretty much stopped completely. YAY! I guess that just means that I did too much yesterday and need to take it a little bit easier.

It’s such a relief to feel that the contractions are slowing down, but it’s a little daunting to realize how LITTLE I have be doing right now in order to keep them slowed down. It’s been an adjustment to realize that if I work a day in the office, then I’m just done for the rest of the day. I can’t take a quick trip to the store, can’t get a load of laundry done, can’t straighten stuff up or do the dishes.

I know that many women dream of this and I AM trying to enjoy it as much as possible…but it’s difficult to see my house not clean, or to have this list of baby stuff I want to get done and know that I have to get it done in very VERY small bits. It’s been very easy for me to go overboard and not realize how much I’m doing until I’m in pain.

I’m grateful, though, that the bed rest is only modified and not complete. I’m grateful that I’m able to do baby stuff in small chunks, I could not be able to do it at all. I’m grateful that Shawn is watching out for me and is great about helping me do things I can’t do on my own right now. I’m grateful for so much love and support from friends and family. I’m grateful that I’ve not gone into labor yet and that he’s continued to grow for another week. I’m grateful that there is something I can do to stop the contractions. Things could be SO much worse, it’s easy to overlook that fact.



Sometimes I’m amazed at how much J. Bug and C. Bear love each other. They’re finally getting old enough to sort of play-wrestle with one another, and I love their joy at getting to play and cuddle together. Sometimes they just want so much to be near one another, and I’m certain that they’ll be best friends for life.

…And then sometimes. You know, they just need a little “encouragement.”

Even if they are being helped out a little here, nothing brings me more joy than to see their chubby little brother hands holding on tightly to one another. My prayer is that they’ll continue to use those hands to hold onto and help each other. I pray they’ll be the others’ greatest ally, prayer warrior, friend, encourager, listener, and well…


shopping with the cousins

[Cousin K. explaining the world of princess fairies to C. Bear at Barnes & Noble. The princess world is just not something with which my boys are very familiar.]

[The world of coffee, however is something with which my boys are very familiar. The other day J. Bug pretended to make me chocolate ice cream coffee. I kissed him straight on his little genius mouth.]

[I know, I say this at least once a week. But could that little face looks any more like his Daddy? Oh, wait. It might just be the coffee in hand that makes him look so much like Shawn this time…]


Wait, you didn’t think I was finished posting train pictures did you? No way, Jose [or “no hosey hosey” as J. Bug used to say]!  Going to the train tracks was probably one of the most fun things we did in the opinion of the five littles. So far be it for me to not share even more of their favorite experiences [plus, I promise – this is the last train post].

Shawn took like fifteen photos of me on the tracks with the boys. I’d be deeply concerned about your well-being if I shared them all, so here are just a few…

I have to warn you that the following set of photos may make you fall in love with my family. You can’t have them. They’re all mine.

J. Bug actually took this photo of Shawn -the only editing I did was cropping:

Despite what these pictures might lead you to believe, we did not spend our entire time playing on the train tracks. After all, there was a real live [albeit no longer running] train to explore:

Cutest little cargo this train has ever seen:

This picture makes me laugh and reminds me that I very often look cranky when I don’t mean to. I remember watching Bear running – he’s a super cute runner right now and swings his arms vehemently – and kind of falling in love with him in this moment. And yet I look like I hate the world, hate trains, and hate those grey boots.

Note to self:  Your resting face looks like you’re ticked off at the world. Smile more often.

happy monday

You’re blessed when you stay on course, walking steadily on the road revealed by God.
You’re blessed when you follow his directions,
doing your best to find him.
That’s right—you don’t go off on your own;
you walk straight along the road he set.
You, God, prescribed the right way to live;
now you expect us to live it.
Oh, that my steps might be steady,
keeping to the course you set;

How can a young person live a clean life? 
By carefully reading the map of your Word.
I’m single-minded in pursuit of you;
don’t let me miss the road signs you’ve posted.
I’ve banked your promises in the vault of my heart
so I won’t sin myself bankrupt.
Be blessed, God;
 train me in your ways of wise living.

Be generous with me and I’ll live a full life; 
not for a minute will I take my eyes off your road.
Open my eyes so I can see
what you show me of your miracle-wonders.
I’m a stranger in these parts;
give me clear directions.
 My soul is starved and hungry, ravenous!
insatiable for your nourishing commands.

God, teach me lessons for living
so I can stay the course.
Give me insight so I can do what you tell me—
my whole life one long, obedient response.
Guide me down the road of your commandments;
I love traveling this freeway!
Give me a bent for your words of wisdom,
and not for piling up loot.
 Divert my eyes from toys and trinkets,
invigorate me on the pilgrim way.
Affirm your promises to me— 
promises made to all who fear you.
Deflect the harsh words of my critics—
but what you say is always so good.
See how hungry I am for your counsel;
preserve my life through your righteous ways!

I can see now, God, that your decisions are right;
your testing has taught me what’s true and right.
 Oh, love me—and right now!—hold me tight! 
      just the way you promised.
Now comfort me so I can live, really live;
your revelation is the tune I dance to.
And let me live whole and holy, soul and body,
so I can always walk with my head held high.

Psalm 119

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Sheetz at 4:30am…

You might be thinking that Shawn and I ended up at Sheetz at 4:30 in the morning on Monday night because of some weirdo craving I was having…I’m sure that’s what the other people thought, anyway. (And yes, believe it or not, there ARE people at Sheetz at that time of day!).

After work on Monday, Shawn and I ran some errands, went home, and cooked dinner. Shawn had a meeting, so he left, while I got some light cleaning done. Around 7:00, I took Cole outside and noticed that the Braxton Hicks contractions I’d been having were getting a little bit stronger, a little bit more uncomfortable. I still didn’t think too much about it, though, and continued puttering (actually, waddling is more accurate) around the house, working on stuff. I noticed that they were coming a little more frequently than normal, so around 8:45, I decided it was probably time for me to lay down on the couch for a bit and put my feet up. I watched “Jon and Kate plus 8” – a guilty pleasure of mine -and just waited for Shawn to get home.

He got home fairly soon after that and soon settled in to hang out with me for a bit. I started noticing that the contractions were coming about every 10 minutes or so. I think I mentioned that to Shawn, but they weren’t anything more than uncomfortable, so I just decided to keep an eye on things. Around 10:15-ish, I called my good friend Jill – who was a nurse, has had a baby, and who I knew would be awake – to ask her if this was normal. I think the contractions were anywhere between 5 minutes apart and 10 minutes apart. Jill did a great job of not panicking me and told me that I should probably call my OB’s number and speak to the on duty nurse.

The nurse told me that they didn’t like to have pre-term women contracting for more than an hour straight (and by this time, I’d been having regular contractions for about an hour and a half), so to lay down on my left hand side, drink a quart of water, and go to Labor and Delivery if they didn’t significantly slow down in an hour. Shawn got me the water, I laid down, and we watched some coverage of the Democratic National Convention. While the contractions weren’t necessarily getting any closer together (staying between 5 and 10 minutes apart), they were getting stronger. Around 11:15pm, we decided that we probably needed to go ahead and check into Labor and Delivery. Shawn packed an overnight bag for me (just in case), and we headed out around 11:30.

Winston-Salem was fairly deserted, and while we were both concerned and I was certainly worried, I think Shawn and I both felt a bit of a sense of adventure. Maybe it was being out that late (we’re old and are usually in bed by 11:00), maybe it was packing the bag and realizing that there was a slight chance that our baby might be born soon, who knows! We prayed together, and I kept telling myself that while it’s not ideal, babies who are born at 29 weeks have a terrific chance of survival and health.

We checked in, took the elevator up to the Labor and Delivery floor, and checked in there. Unfortunately, all the beds were taken at the moment, so we hung out in the waiting room with all the awaiting grandparents/aunts/uncles/etc. Thankfully, I had grabbed a magazine before we left, so I kept myself busy reading “Runner’s World.” Shawn read some over my shoulder, but primarily amused himself with our Patient Privacy Notice – he’s now well informed of our rights. 🙂 I think we waited for about an hour…we chatted, read, and talked each other down from freaking out.

Scratch that, Shawn talked me down from freaking out! I don’t know that I can accurately express how much of a rock he was.

We were finally admitted, I put on one of those fun green gowns, laid down, and they strapped a fetal heart monitor and contractions monitor to me, and we waited for about an hour and fifteen minutes. It was wonderful and so comforting to hear the baby’s heartbeat and to feel him moving. It was also a little strange to see the contractions on the monitor, to see the line elevate when I was in pain, and descend when I made it through. They were definitely stronger than when we were at home, so we were both grateful that we’d made the decision to go to the hospital…we would’ve ended up there anyway. The monitor was showing that I was having contractions every 5-7 minutes…not normal! Our Doctor checked my cervix (high and closed, which is good), and took a swab to be tested for liklihood of pre-term labor. We were told that the test did produce a lot of false positives. However, if the test was negative, that was a good thing as it meant I probably wouldn’t be likely to go into pre-term labor.

While we waited for those results, they took a urine sample to make sure a UTI wasn’t the cause of the contractions. I was given a shot in the arm for the purposes of slowing down/stopping the contractions, which made me a little jittery (which is typical). The UTI test came back negative, which is great.

When I used the restroom, I caught glance at myself in the mirror and just about lost it. I suppose I thought I was handling this all very bravely, and that even though I was a wreck inside, my face showed courage. What I saw was a very young looking, very scared girl looking back at me, and I realized that I wasn’t fooling anyone. My fears were written all over my face.

After that, I was strapped to the fetal and contraction monitors again. Our little one was going crazy. I feel asleep for a few minutes, and Shawn said he could see him kicking so hard that he was moving the monitor and the sheet I had over me! He also kept tripping up the monitor because he kept moving, and it’d take a few seconds to pick the heartbeat up again. Like I said, we were incredibly comforted to know that he was still active in there! While we waited another hour, I slept on and off, read “Runner’s World,” and chatted with Shawn. Shawn listened to a podcast, read a couple of articles in the magazine, and kept me sane. 🙂

Our nurse came back in and told us that the pre-term labor test came back positive, which means that I could be likely to go into pre-term labor. I *think* she mentioned something about within the next two weeks, but it was late, and I was pretty tired, so I’m not quite sure about that. I was told to take it easy, stop running, slow down in general, and make a follow up appointment with our Dr. as soon as possible…and we were discharged.

I was starving by this point, I’d last eaten when we had dinner together around 5:30, so Shawn and I scoured town for a place to find food. We had talked about getting pizza, but no self respecting pizza place was open at 4:30 in the morning. Our choices were Burger King and Sheetz…and a breakfast sandwich at Sheetz won. 🙂 We ate our food and crashed about 5:00am. Since then, we’ve scheduled a follow up appointment for tomorrow (Thursday) at 11:50am, and I’ve talked to my boss about working on Tuesdays and Thursdays from home. After work on Tuesday, I was having some regular contractions again (about every 20 minutes or so), but after laying down for a couple of hours, they stopped. With where I’m at in my job right now and having so much baby stuff to get done, it’s not easy to slow down, but I now have a very, very important reason to do just that. I’m eager to see our Dr. tomorrow and find out more about what’s going on and what I need to do to keep this little one cooking inside there for awhile longer. I’ll update when we find out more!


An Update…

Well, we just got back from our Doctor’s appointment this morning. I feel like we got a lot of information, so bare with me while I try to relay all of it.

Probably the biggest thing I took from the appointment is that our test did show that I have a 50% chance of going into labor in the next two weeks. Shawn and I are both kind of reeling from that statistic. I could see on our Doctor’s face that they were taking all of this very seriously, and she was not messing around. My cervix was checked again, and everything is still as it should be there – a good sign. They also checked my urine again and found some white blood cells, which could mean a possible infection, so they put me on a pregnancy safe antibiotic, just in case I do have an infection and that is what is causing contractions.

Shawn and I had lots of questions about what we’re facing, and found out that the real causes of pre-term labor are basically unknown. They don’t know why some women go into pre-term labor, and some don’t. While that, in and of itself, isn’t very comforting…it WAS comforting to hear someone say outright, “we’re not quite sure why this is happening.” She didn’t put me on bedrest, but told me that I needed to work half days at work, stop working out completely, and basically to cut out all unncessary activities. We have an appointment in a week (September 4th), with strict instructions to call right away if I feel more than 6 contractions in an hour.At this point, the goal is to keep him in there until he’s 32 weeks along.

Shawn’s always getting on me for reporting the facts to him instead of emotions, and I realized that my last blog posting was very fact-oriented. We’re both…shaken, I guess is the best word. Our minds are running a million miles a minute in trying to think of the things that we need to get done if we’re looking at having a baby in the next two weeks. I’m feeling a little bit guilty and analyzing everything I’ve done in the past week or so, wondering if there’s something that I have done that has caused this. I think we’re both overwhelmed at the possibility of spending a month or so with our son in the NICU, and are not even letting our minds think about other possibilities.So for the most part, I’m just trying to take this one step at a time and not worry, though occasionally it does catch up with me. I’m grateful to know that we’re almost 30 weeks along and our Doctor is keeping a very, very close eye on us. Shawn’s turning into quite the bossy husband, so that even if I wanted to go against the Doctor’s instructions on anything, he’d have a cow. 🙂 I don’t doubt that it’ll get frustrating, but I appreciate him taking care of his family. Please continue to pray for us.


Thank you…

Wow, we have gotten a flood of calls and messages from loved ones and friends who just want to make sure that we’re okay. We are so grateful to have so many people who love us and care about us so much, so thank you.

Good news – Baby is still growing away in there! I’ve had a couple of episodes of contractions, but have been able to stop or lessen them by lying down. I have found that at the end of my work day (which isn’t physically demanding at all, and isn’t really even a long day), I do have consistent contractions, so I do my best to just plan on coming straight home and taking a nap until they go away. Seems to be working so far!

I do have to admit that it’s a struggle to not let all of this stress me out. Right now, my job demands more of my time than it does any other season of the year. We have Worth the Wait rehearsals every Tuesday and Thursday evenings, and it worries me that I might be put on bed rest and unable to attend these rehearsals. Shawn’s job is likewise extra demanding on him in the fall, and I know that he’s having to balance more than he’s used to at this point. There are, of course, financial stresses that we’re feeling, and also the stress of knowing that our little one could be here soon and we have a lot left that we wanted to get done.

I’m not whining, when I step back and look at things, I’m actually amazed at how much God’s provided for us. I can see that He knew this was coming and took care of us in so many ways, without us even realizing it at the time. I’m just struggling right now with getting easily overwhelmed.

On the flip side of things, the little one is still doing great. We can both feel him kicking more than ever right now, and he’s continuing to respond to noises. Feeling him move is one of my favorite things about pregnancy. I love this time that I have with him…to know that nobody else can feel him the way that I can and that I’m getting to know his personality before ever holding him or seeing him. I love to daydream about what it’ll be like to kiss his little toes, see his eyes, and hold him.

I want him to stay cozy and safe inside right now, but I’m really looking forward to meeting this little guy. I’ve been blessed in not having too many of the typical painful pregnancy symptoms lately. Heartburn has been at a minimum, my back isn’t particularly achy, and I’m mostly feeling pretty good. I have had a pain that I finally realized was my pelvic bone separating in preparation for Baby to come into the world. It’s annoying and slightly painful, but nothin’ I can’t handle. 🙂 It seems to especially hurt when I try to get out of bed, or off of the couch.

Shawn gets a kick out of me trying to roll over and maneuver myself out of the bed as painlessly as possible. It probably is funny, I would liken it to watching a bug that’s stuck on its back. 🙂

So, to sum it all up, we are keeping a very close eye on my contractions and resting as needed. We’re working hard at getting things in order at work should my maternity leave be much earlier than expected and at getting things ready at the house should we have an infant much earlier than expected. We’re also praying over this little one and for each other quite a bit. God’s timing is absolutely perfect, and we know that He loves this little guy much more than we ever could. We’re trusting that God sees things that we don’t see, and He knows exactly what He’s doing.


charming the charmer

Our C. Bear is quite the charmer. I don’t mean he’s smiley – which he is. I don’t mean he’s funny – which he is. I don’t mean he’s cute – which he is.

I mean he’s charming. He looks into your eyes, judges what will make you smile/melt and do it over and over until you are putty in his chubby little hands. There are many days when I pick him up from the nursery that the teacher says, “Oh, you’re Bear’s Mom! He is just the sweetest, funniest little fella, isn’t he?”

When I’m shopping with just Bear, rarely does a stranger pass who isn’t quickly enthralled by his spell of cheeks and giggles. His charms work equally well on men, women, children, babies, adults, babysitters, nursery workers, cashiers, and friends.

He’s a non-discriminate charmer, but oh my – he’s a charmer indeed.

It turns out though, that the charmer does have an Achilles heel. There is something out there that will charm him, melt him, and fill his little heart up so much it makes his bootie wiggle.

I’m certain I’ve never been known for having a charismatic or charming personality. I doubt I’ve ever made anyone’s heart melt the way Bear does. That’s okay, though.

I’m content that my smile makes his day. That tucked into my hand is where he wants his to be. That my arms make him feel safe, that my shoulder is where he wants to lie his head, that I know precisely what will make him laugh, smile, and dance.

That’s right. It’s part of my SuperMom powers. I can charm the charmer.

Now if you’ll excuse me, Charming McSweetie is trying to kiss my nose. Clearly, I’m the one doing the charming in this relationship. Clearly.