Remembering

It’s Sunday morning. Normally I would be at church. Instead I’m at home with a child who isn’t feeling the best. The wind is blowing away outside, there is a load of bedding in the washer because Sick Child :), Darian is snoozing, and to be honest, it feels quite cozy πŸ˜‰ I’m sad that I’ll miss the Christmas dinner we had today. In fact, I was definitely feeling some self pity this morning. But this is life. So I will do things today that I have not taken the time for lately πŸ™‚ Writing this post, putting some pictures into an album, designing our Christmas card (which by the way I do not like, because we did it in 10 minutes with a self timer πŸ™‚ ), and maybe some reading, a nap, and some extra baby cuddles. And that’s what today’s post is about. My babe.

On a Sunday 5 short months ago, I woke up to use the bathroom, and thought my water broke. It didn’t take long till I knew it did πŸ™‚ I had been home from the hospital 6 days, after aΒ week was spent there to hold off labor, in hopes that baby would have more time to develop those lungs. A week that really tested me, and grew my faith. I was 36 weeks, andΒ baby was coming, ready or not. A call to my midwife, and advice to head for the hospital, even though I wasn’t contracting, because this whole pregnancy had its issues πŸ™‚ Waking up hubby (who got bug eyed :)), scrambling to find someone to help do the morning milking. And a rush trying to pack my bag, call Mom, and get myself together. I had only 2 hrs. of sleep, and I remember feeling like I couldn’t even think what to pack. Realizing that I did not even have a newborn boys sleeper. It was my 1st time birthing at a hospital. It was my 5th child, and yet in a way it all felt new and scary.

We headed to the hospital around 4 and arrived at approximately 4:30. Still not contracting. The decision was made to put me on a drip, and get contractions going. And thus it began. I was hoping to have him in a few hours. πŸ™‚ But my body said different. I would contract, and they would slowly start going away, then my dosage would go up, and they would start again, and die off again,Β and on and on it went πŸ™‚ We walked the halls, chatted with my midwife, who by the way, got her sleep disturbed, and still came in to the hospital to be with us. All day. And we tried to snooze a bit. And up, up went the dosage. And contractions started getting worse. I like to say that this baby wanted to come before he was supposed to, but then he changed his mind, haha πŸ™‚ My labor was not horrible. Just long. The last hour or so was hard. It is all a blur, as many of you know. That bit where all your focus is on that end goal. Trying to get through the pain. And I remember the back massages from my midwife, the squeezes to my hand from hubby, the praying , “God getΒ me through”. Β There was such a neat moment, when a favorite nurse I had when I came in in premature labor at 34 weeks, came in to start her shift right as I was nearing delivery. I don’t even think I acknowledged her much because I was in too much pain, but I remember thinking how God worked. She told me she had heard I was in, but was sure she would miss the birth, because they all knew how far along I was already. She was so surprised to make the delivery πŸ™‚

A few pushes later, with the Dr. barely in the room, and he was here! Crying. “It’s a boy!”. More crying, from baby and the mom and dad πŸ™‚ And our world was changed again. Darian Kent, 6lbs., 13 oz. Beautiful baby boy.

There was still pain to bear, some concern, and me thinking please let it be done. I remember clinging to him, trying to shut out the pain from what I knew was necessary. As I look back, IΒ marvel at how God works, and sustains us . I can say every bit of it was worth it! Every bit! It is why we as mothers choose to go through it all again. πŸ™‚

I still get emotional as I remember. And as I look at how big my boy is getting. I remember how he slept so much during the day. How I woke him to feed him because he had high bilirubin levels. How I had to take him again and again to get his little heel pricked. The wonderful meals that came. That baby smell. A new normal.

Thank you for taking this little trip down memory lane with me πŸ™‚ I would love to hear stories from you, my readers πŸ™‚ So interesting how each child is different! And here are a few pictures of my baby now. HeΒ no longer resembles that skinny little dark haired baby boy πŸ™‚img_20161115_145715img_20161020_13351320161120_093938I snapped this one as he snoozed this morning. Can you tell I love sleeping pictures? πŸ™‚

Enjoy your Sunday, friends!!

 

Darian Kent

8 weeks old already, and growing like a weed πŸ™‚ He just had his 2 month checkup and has more than doubled his weight. What can I say, he loves to eat πŸ™‚ So these pictures come a bit late, but I love seeing how much he has changed already!

It was so easy and fun to take his pics because he happened to be a sleepy baby πŸ™‚IMG_6003_edited-1 IMG_6006_edited-1 IMG_6007_edited-1We just think he is so adorable πŸ™‚IMG_6009 IMG_6012_edited-1 IMG_6014_edited-1He couldn’t be loved more, and we are so grateful for the blessing of another child!IMG_6043_edited-1The announcements…d1_edited-1 dk2A couple more to finish up.IMG_6018_edited-1 IMG_6049_edited-1Have a great rest of the week! I absolutely can not believe school starts so soon! πŸ™‚

Baby Days

We are soaking up the baby days here. Many fights over him, timers being used so everyone gets a turn ;), etc.IMG_5954 IMG_5964He spent time on the biliblanket, and for a week I took him to get his levels checked. Every time the nurses would see me walk in, they’d say “Not again!” πŸ™‚Β I felt the same way. Poor baby had marks all over his heels. But after staying on the blanket for 3 days, he came off that, and his levels slowly came down. IMG_5946 IMG_5952He looked like a little glowworm with it on. He did really well, even though it had to be uncomfortable. I was thankful he wasn’t too fussy, because that would have been wearying! And that thumb in the mouth! I can’t handle the cuteness! πŸ™‚IMG_5936 IMG_5994Those sleepy smiles..IMG_5943Tired boys ❀IMG_6001Bath time. The children crowd around, till I ask for space πŸ™‚ Or on occasion, lose my temper. Yes, I do that way too often 😦20160628_173041These are days that fly past in a blur of feedings, diaper changes, and the care of a family. Days that I want to hold tight to, and not forget. Those baby grunts, the way he pushes his little butt out :), the baby smell. All of it.20160714_154743Baby clothes and the way they smell. IMG_5958A friend that stopped in to meet baby.20160703_155624 20160713_142954When I look at his little toes and fingers, so perfectly formed, I can’t help but be amazed at the miracle of it all!20160717_073620I took this pictureΒ this morning with my phone, when we were both feeling sleepy. His cheeks are starting to fill out a bit πŸ™‚ He is 4 weeks old today, and tomorrow was my due date. I’m so glad he’s here already πŸ™‚Β Babies are just the best!

May you be blessed with a good week!

 

And Baby Makes 5

Just a quick post for those of you who may not have seen my Instagram or Facebook..

Last Sunday, June 19th, Father’s Day, we welcomed DarianΒ Kent into our family. He came 4 weeks early, and gave us a whole new experience πŸ™‚ We are smitten and ever so blessed!!20160619_193045 20160620_185756IMG_5901The homecoming πŸ™‚IMG_591220160620_123251Devan had only a few minutes to hold him before he left for camp. He was so happy to be able to see his little brother before he left πŸ™‚IMG_5903_edited-1IMG_5905_edited-1She “READS” to him πŸ˜‰IMG_5911_edited-1He is blessed with loads of kisses and cuddles, and fights over who holds him next. And meanwhile the mom tries to recuperate and keep her cool, and soak in that baby sweetness πŸ™‚20160621_193257And we are thankful ❀

Martin children

We did these on a beautiful fall evening here on our farm. It was a very quick session, with a race against the setting sun, but the children were so great.

First, the little doll. What an adorable chunk she is πŸ™‚ misc., Karla's kids, Sept. 2015 066_edited-1 1 2Next, this little guy was not getting his picture taken, until all of a sudden, he turned into Mr. Smiles πŸ™‚ He is such a handsome little guy!misc., Karla's kids, Sept. 2015 085 misc., Karla's kids, Sept. 2015 077_edited-1 misc., Karla's kids, Sept. 2015 074_edited-1 4 3And the oldest of the 3, and such a great older brother. Love his grin!vig misc., Karla's kids, Sept. 2015 048_edited-1 misc., Karla's kids, Sept. 2015 046_edited-1 misc., Karla's kids, Sept. 2015 038_edited-1 And then we didΒ some very quick snaps of the family, because documenting these fleeting moments is so important! This was the one that got the nicest πŸ™‚misc., Karla's kids, SeptHappy Tuesday, friends! Hope your day is going well!Β I’m taking advantage of this rainy day to edit photos, and do some office work πŸ™‚

Until next time…

Tanner

I love being able to photograph my nieces and nephews! Here is Tanner. Such a cutie pie!misc + Tanner 2015 016_edited-1 misc + Tanner 2015 020_edited-1 misc + Tanner 2015 029_edited-1There was just a hint of a smile for his crazy aunt with the camera in his face πŸ˜‰misc + Tanner 2015 030_edited-1 misc + Tanner 2015 031_edited-1And there is that beautiful smile. One of my favorites from this session!misc + Tanner 2015 038_edited-1 misc + Tanner 2015 046_edited-1This last one, another fave. I mean, how can you handle all that cuteness? πŸ™‚

Be blessed, Friends!