Friday, May 23, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
This next picture is one of Sebastian with his teacher, Mrs. Dean, in their classroom. She is such a wonderful teacher. As a parent, you couldn't ask for a better teacher. His First grade teacher has some big shoes to fill.
On a side note, it was Stephen's field day, so we stopped in and took a couple of pictures of himand his teacher. This is the first time he's had a male teacher and it's been a great experience. He's really enjoyed the changes that a man brings into the classroom.
Two more days of school for the kids. Crazy. This year has flown by. We were asked to sing as a family in church this Sunday and my parents are coming down for the weekend so they can "enjoy" the entertainment...HAHA! They've decided to take the older three boys home with them for a week or so. We'll go up there and pick them up and say hello and good-bye to all of our NC friends and family before we move to Missouri. The kids are looking forward to it. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't too. Now if I could just find someone to take the younger ones.......
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
On a totally different note, we got a dog. As if five boys, a husband who travels more than I'd like, a small house, and a impending move wasn't enough. She kind of fell into our laps and we couldn't say no. A family at church was moving and couldn't take her with them and when we found out about her, she sounded perfect for our family. She is such a sweet dog. She is a border collie black lab mix. She likes to run if she gets loose, but other than that she's a great dog.
Speaking of additions to our family.......no, I'm not expecting, but hopefully by the end of the year or early next year I will be. Most of you know that Brandon got a vasectomy when I was pregnant with Seth. We regretted it the very night he got it. We've felt this whole time it was the wrong thing to do and we've finally decided to right our wrong. There are days where I feel like we're crazy for even thinking of having more children, but in our heart of hearts, we don't feel like our family is complete. We've done a ton of research and have narrowed it down to two Doctors. They are both fairly close to where we'll be living in MO. We'll spend some more time decided which one is the right one and sometime between this summer and next year, we should have corrected our wrong choice. Life, it's a funny thing sometimes. I feel like the Lord's hand has been a part of our life more this last year than any other time in my life. I'm so grateful to Him for all that he has blessed us with. I am looking forward to the future with excitement, peace and contentment. I'm sure some of you will think that we're nuts....and that's OK. Just know that you'll never have to live with us! Aren't you glad for tender mercies from the Lord??? LOL
Friday, May 2, 2008
A lot of things lead up to
After my second was born, I knew that I could never give birth in a hospital again, but this was in 2001, and no one I knew did anything other than hospital births. If you had suggested I give birth at home I probably would have looked at you like you were nuts. As Sebastian grew older and we started talk of the next one coming, I started to really think about what my options were. I feel like things in our lives happen for a reason and we had chosen the "perfect" house to buy after our second was born, but before our next one was conceived. Little did I know that our perfect house came with perfect neighbors. My neighbor had three children and her youngest was three months younger than Sebastian and had been born at home. Of course I thought she was nuts. At first. Then I got pregnant. All of my feelings and emotions from the horrible hospital experiences came rushing back and I couldn't get enough information about home births. I borrowed every book and magazine she had about it. I was hooked. We planned it all out and then I confronted my husband. He didn't react like I was hoping. I started hoping the baby would come during the day and come really fast so I could "sneak" a home birth. Since he wasn't at all on board with the idea of having the baby at home, I decided that I should look for other options. I discovered a free standing birthing center in a neighboring town and decided that was the perfect compromise. I was thrilled! So the pregnancy continued and came to an end, as they always do. But this ending was so unexpected. Spencer decided he wanted no part of the birthing center and wanted to be born unassisted at home, after 50 minutes of labor. Remember, what you think about, you bring about. As crazy as the experience was, it was more amazing than crazy. My husband caught the baby and loved it so much that he immediately said the next one was as home, no questions asked.
When I got pregnant 18 months later, it was a no brainer. This baby was going to be born at home...planned this time. We sought out and found a midwife that we both liked and continued on with the pregnancy. On August 27, 2005, I woke up at 3:00am with contractions and called the midwife. She lived about an hour away, so it was important to call her as soon as labor started. As is the case with most "fast" labors, the contractions waste no time at all getting intense. I was able to talk and breath through the first hour or so, and then they started getting too strong to talk through, so I started really turning into myself and concentrating on my body and what it was doing. Somewhere in the middle of it all, I climbed onto my bed and sat with my knees up and my legs open. I was still having contractions, and still waiting for our midwife to get there. I didn't feel like pushing, but in my mind I thought it might feel better if I bore down a little during the contraction. I did that a couple of times and then told my husband what I was doing, so he looked to see if he could see anything. He said he could see everything opening up when I bore down, so I continued to bare down and started to push soon after. My husband soon saw the head and that got me really motivated to push. This was my forth baby and I had never pushed more than 10 minutes and usually they were out in two or three pushes. But this little (big) guy wanted to make an entrance I guess. I, at this point, am starting to scream, because I'm pushing and he's just not coming out. And then the fire came...for the first time ever, I experienced the "ring of fire" burning I had heard about. Man did it hurt. And it kept hurting. It did not stop with his 14.5" head but continued on with his 14.5" chest, stomach and butt. Yes, it took three more huge pushes after his head was out. At one point, I was yelling at my husband to PULL HIM OUT. I'm usually a silent person in labor, but this time I woke up the whole house. The boys came in just in time to see their little brother make his first appearance into the world. Oh, and that's about the time the midwife got there too. Just in time to help deliver the placenta, check out the baby and get home for breakfast.