These last few days on social media there has been a wave of parents sharing photos of their children for #nationalsonsday and #nationaldaughtersday. I know these days are particularly challenging for those fighting through infertility--a reminder of what everyone else has and another new "holiday" to dread.Being six years removed from our infertility journey, it [...]
I happens more often than I’d like to admit, but on days when I’m feeling overwhelmed, whether it’s from a long work day, a new restriction update, an irritating brush with a stranger, or the hot water being out, once I get to that point, I have to stop all things. If music is blasting [...]
Tonight is Oliver’s first official night out of our room (that is, unless, of course, I change my mind and sneak him back into our room). I sit, rocking him, nursing him as he drifts off to sleep, and I think about his little body tucked against mine. I think about he’s not as small [...]
I’m just going to start by saying, God has been good. I mean so so good to us. He always is, of course, but we have been seeing abundant blessing from Him in this season.
When we moved here, not too long ago, we did so in haste. After being married only a short while, the walls of our previous residence were quickly closing in. Our rooms were filled to the tip top—or at least that’s how it felt. We moved in and everything we had became so small in [...]
These past three years have gone by in a blur. My desire for, my seeking and wanting of a child became such a dominant part of my identity that I often felt like I lost myself. By the time the boys finally arrived, I'd all but disappeared. 2018 was a year of moving from one [...]
The difficulties of being a mom aren't what I thought they would be. Sure, there's the sleep deprivation, the physical exhaustion, the two screaming babies, the relentless worrying--those are all some what things I expected because everyone tells you all about them. The hardest part, though, isn't any of those--or perhaps, it's a combination of those.
And suddenly I'm on the other side of a phone call I've made so many times, and I'm silent. Her tears come fast, her words frantic and breathing uncontrolled. Another cycle, another failed attempt to become pregnant. And she asks me the question I may never have the answer to, "why?" Why her? Why them? [...]
The Messy Middle 