Prayers Appreciated!


Early tomorrow morning, I’ll be heading into our local hospital to be induced. Soon, our family will be complete and baby #8 will be welcomed with open arms.

If you can spare a prayer for a quick, easy delivery with no complications, I would sincerely appreciate it.

Things may be quiet for a few days around here while I adjust to becoming a mom of 8 and snuggle my sweet little newborn as much as humanly possible the first few days.

Thanks for being loyal readers of the blog. I promise to be back soon and things will be better than ever!

Well, That Wasn’t The Reaction I Expected!

Another One is On the Way!
Early in January, hubby and I found out that another blessing is on the way. We had been trying for several months, so it wasn’t that big of a shock. However, my husband is the type of guy that prefers we don’t tell anyone about the baby until I’ve been to the doctor and we know things are all right. While I am terrible at keeping secrets, I’ve kept this secret enough over the years that it doesn’t bother me to wait to share our news with the world.

We found out we were pregnant on a Monday. That Saturday, I was at our church with my 9 year old son, Jace, setting up for a baby shower. My preacher walked in and said, “I heard the good news!” Not having a clue what he was talking about, (because, again, we had told NO ONE the news), I asked, “What good news?” He responded, “That you’re having another baby.” At this point, I had to pick my jaw up off the floor. And so did Jace. We hadn’t even told the kids! Jace turns to me and asks, “Are you really, Mama?!” Oh my gosh. I wanted to die. I smiled and told Jace, “Yes, honey.” Then, I quickly turned to Preacher and asked him who had told him. He wouldn’t tell  me. All he would say was that several people had told him over the past few weeks. Few weeks? We just found out 5 days before!

Terrified that word would spread like wildfire, I called Gene in a panic. I told him he needed to sit the other kids down and tell them, and then he needed to call his parents before someone else said something to them. So much for a surprise. I had had big plans of doing a cute pregnancy announcement, but that went right out the window. I was heartbroken and frankly, I was angry. That was OUR news to tell in OUR time. It wasn’t anyone else’s business.

Once word started to spread through the church, our friends, and our family, we got the usual responses, although this time they had a twist. “Eight is enough, right?” “You always wanted 8, so you can stop now, right?” “Another one? Are you crazy?” “Better you than me!” And so on. It hurts so badly when your own family and those you count as your dearest friends can’t just smile and celebrate your joyous news with you.

So, for that very reason, I held off saying anything on Facebook. I just didn’t want to deal with more snarky comments or “Don’t you know what causes that” comments. (Well, that, and hubby still hadn’t been able to get a hold of his dad. We didn’t want to post anything online until we had told him personally.)

I had an ultrasound yesterday, and after seeing that sweet little heartbeat fluttering away, I couldn’t contain my excitement – or keep my secret – any longer. I called Gene and made sure he was all right with my sharing the news on Facebook. After all, he’d have to read the snarky comments too.

I posted a picture from the ultrasound on my personal Facebook page and said, “September is always our busiest month with our anniversary and Jace and Lucy’s birthdays. But this September, things will get even busier. This little peanut is due to arrive sometime around September 16th. Ever since I was a little girl, I have always wanted 8 children. God has seen fit to bless me thus far, and we couldn’t be more excited. God is good!”

I prayed as I clicked the “Post” button, “Please, Lord, give me the strength to handle the comments with grace and dignity.”

I expected the worst. What I got sent me into shock. Instead of snarky, unkind, or just plain rude comments, I received nothing but love, support, and lots and lots of congratulations. I couldn’t believe it. When Gene got home from work last night, we talked about the reaction the post had gotten, and I cried… only they were tears of relief, not tears of hurt this time.

When it felt like everyone else had nothing kind to say, my Facebook friends – a mesh of the most amazing people I’ve known both offline and online for years – made me smile and made me feel loved. It feels great!

I know lots of moms of many that put off telling people they are pregnant again, simply because they’re afraid of the reaction. There is something wrong with that! What is our society coming to when we can celebrate the birth of baby #1 or #2, but let’s not even talk about #5 or #6? Every baby deserves to be loved and celebrated, whether they are an only child or come from a family of 14.

The Bible is very clear on how God sees children:

Psalm 127: 3 -5 “Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.”

Psalm 139: 13-14 “For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.”

Mark 10:14 – “But when Jesus saw it, he was much displeased, and said unto them, Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.”

Moms (and Dads!) of many, it’s time for us to do as Psalm 127:5 says and not be ashamed. God has blessed us, abundantly, and every new life that is born into HIS army should be celebrated. And if you are not a mom or dad of many, but encounter one in your daily business, please be kind. They don’t need to hear your thoughts or opinions, unless they are kind. Keep the rude comments to yourself. It’ll just be better for everyone.

And with that being said, I can’t wait for September to get here. 🙂

Blessing #7 Has Arrived… and What an Entrance She Made!

Most of my faithful readers know that I have been anxiously awaiting the birth of baby #7. Honestly, this has been my longest pregnancy yet… or at least it felt that way. We found out in early summer that we were expecting, and after going through Summer, Fall, and Winter, it felt like I would never make it to 39 weeks or my induction date.

At my last doctor’s appointment on Tuesday, January 29th, my cervix was still very high, very posterior, and only 1 centimeter dilated. Since my induction was set for that Friday morning, the doctor decided that I would head into the hospital Thursday night instead. He wanted to use Cervadil to help ready my cervix before starting the pitocin in the morning.

We arrived just before 8pm, got checked in, and headed up to Labor & Delivery. After answering 8 bazillion questions, they finally got me hooked up to the monitors and watched the baby and my contractions for a little while. Around 9:30pm, the nurse checked my cervix, (still posterior and still only a 1), MOVED my cervix forward, (do not ever, ever let anyone do this to you. Oh my gosh.), and then inserted the cervadil.

I was doing great until a little after midnight… and then the back labor started. Now, in all of my labors, I have never, ever had back labor until now. It was awful. My husband slept soundly on the couch bed next to me, while I bounced on the birthing ball, trying anything I could to ease the pain. At this point, my cervix was maybe a 2. Maybe.

Around 5 am, they started the pitocin. Shortly after that, the back labor pains were so bad that I asked for some kind of pain medicine just to take the edge off. They gave me Phenergan and Stadol in my IV. Within minutes, I was sound asleep. Unable to function, couldn’t wake up. I don’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. My cervix was at a 3, but not really making much progress.

At 7:45am, the doctor came in and checked me. I was still incredibly out of it and couldn’t wake up from the stupor of the pain medicine. I was finally at 5cm, so he broke my water.

By 8am, I still wasn’t really “with it” but the contractions were incredibly intense. I don’t know how I didn’t break my husband’s arm, I was squeezing so hard. They checked me – now at a 7 – and ordered the epidural.

Not moments later, I knew I had to push. In fact, I was screaming at the nurses that I was pushing, and they kept telling me not to push and to just hold on… the doctor was coming.

But, seriously – when you have to push, how do you NOT push? It wasn’t happening.

The next thing I know, the doctor walks into the room, puts on his gloves, and I delivered Carly right on the bed. No time for him to catch her, no time for the nurses to get the bed apart, no time for an epidural. She literally popped out! She was born at 8:09 that morning.

The cord was wrapped around her neck twice, and she was very, very blue, so the doctor quickly removed the cord, and they whisked her off to get her lungs cleared out.

I was still so out of it at this point, and don’t really remember what all happened. That medicine just had me so out of it. Her apgar scores were 7 and then 9, so she perked up really quick. And hubby stayed beside her the entire time.

Me, Gage, and CarlyThey cleaned her up and then moved us to another room. Around 10:00, hubby went home to take a shower, and the nurse took the baby back to the nursery. I took a nap, and when I woke up around 11:30am, the meds had finally worn off and I was wide awake – and couldn’t believe how well I felt! I took a shower, did my makeup and never once felt like I had just given birth hours before.

The doctor came in around 1pm, and I asked him if there were any way we could go home. He said that he was fine with my going home, but we’d need to get approval from the pediatrician to allow the baby to go home so early.

Later that afternoon, after a thorough check up with the pediatrician, we were allowed to go home. We would need to bring the baby back the next day for a few tests, but there were no other restrictions.

We left the hospital a little after 6pm, ran to the grocery store – because we had NO food in the house. (All the kids were away for the weekend, and we were planning on being in a hospital for at least 2 – 3 days.) We were home by 7 o’clock that night. Less than 11 hours after Carly was born.

This was definitely my most interesting – and fastest! – delivery to date. But it was also, by far, my easiest. I absolutely cannot believe how good I feel. God is just so good!

I want to thank each one of you who has called, sent messages, or prayed. Every thought, prayer, and message just means the world to me.

With the entrance that this baby girl made, I have  a feeling she is going to keep me on my toes! But I’m already head over heels in love with her, and she has made the perfect addition to our family.

I’ll be uploading some pictures to the Facebook Page soon, so be sure to check them out!

Wordless Wednesday: So Much Love

Parker & Gage

Lucy & Gage

Jace & Gage

Zander &  Gage

Ashley & Gagw

The kids all adore their baby brother. Makes my heart melt every time they love on him.

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