Pregnancy and Baby Announcements.

I’ve gotten to share two pregnancy and two baby announcements on social media. I feel super blessed to be able to do that. I also should say that I love baby and pregnancy announcements. It is the main reason I check my Instagram. I want to see the cute additions to families and the creative ways that people share their news.

Lately…. These pregnancy announcements bring me to tears.

Its the weirdest feeling because it is not jealousy, it is not that I want to be them and want to be pregnant. In general, I don’t like being pregnant. But I want my baby back. I want that pregnancy back. I want to be in my second trimester.

All these announcements, I should also be announcing my pregnancy.

I should be announcing that we are going to keep the gender a surprise.

I should be posting belly pictures and what movements I’m feeling.

But I’m not.

I seriously feel like everyone is pregnant and due in May. I had to unfollow some people because it hurt to see what I should be posting and I’m not. And it truly has nothing to do with them at all. It has everything to do that my baby should still be here and I don’t know why its not.

Now going into the holidays where I thought I was going to be pregnant and I’m not going to be now. Its so weird. It feels like the fastest 9 weeks of my life.

That week of loosing the baby was the hardest week that I have ever had. It felt like it was lasting forever. Every time I went to the bathroom I was so scared that the bleeding was going to start. I just laid in bed holding my tummy praying and crying out that its heart would start beating again.

And in a blink of an eye, it has been almost 2 months already.

Did that all really happen?

Was I really pregnant for those 9 weeks?

xoxo kymberly

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Miscarriage. 💔

I had a miscarriage. Man. That is hard to type out. I have been wanting to write about the past couple months but nothing comes out when I sit to do it. 
I found out I was pregnant in August 2017, I lost the baby October 5, 2017. I was 9 weeks along but the baby stopped growing at 7 weeks. 

I am sure I’ll be able to write about it at some point. But then at the same time I have wanted to write about my husbands brain surgeries and I never have been able too. 

Last night something happened and I felt like it is super important for me to write down to remember. 

I was really encouraged. 

One phone call around 8pm from a close friend that didn’t know my thoughts the last week. She just called and chatted then started encouraging me. Knowing I want to be pregnant, she kept encouraging that my 3rd earthly child will be born in his timing. That I can use this time to focus more on the two I have and spend quality time with them to shape and mold them and pour into them. Really focus on what they need and how to parent them each. Trying to find the good in the day is sometimes hard. It’s easy to find good in my overall life. I am a mom of two amazing toddlers, in my eyes, can’t get better than that. But my heart longs for a baby that isn’t here and I still want it here. My focus quickly jumps to that missing child when I’m taking photos of the two on earth with me. “In May, there will not be 3 to take pictures of, still 2”. So I was thankful for an outside light to shine in that I still have important work to do in the time of grieving. 
A couple text messages came later from a different friend. Pouring into me and encouraging me mainly about who I am. The qualities in me that she admires. The strength she sees in me. The fact that she finds me to be a good mom. All things I have heard before but really needed to be reminded of. 

What is God doing right now? A friend that has been in my shoes told me that she can look back and see what God was doing when she lost her baby. There was good in that sad time. I’m trying to see what’s happening. Why did my baby have to leave? What was the bigger picture of that loss? I know I have to wait to see, or maybe I’ll never know. 

What am I supposed to be learning right now? What is this season for? I don’t like it. I want to be almost half way done with my pregnancy. I want to be getting things ready and ordering coming home outfits. 

We weren’t going to find out if it was a boy or girl. We were going to be surprised. But now, all I want to know is if it was a girl or boy. Name the baby. Know the baby or have a dream about the baby. 

I’m really sorry if you have lost a baby. My heart longs for comfort for you. Let me know in the comments if I can pray for you or if you just need to chat. 

xoxo

kymberly 

Waterfall Mom. 

It took a couple months for me to get the hang of being a mom. Learning N and what he needed and when. Also to learn my roll as a mom. The selfless part came natural to me. I fell in love with a little baby and would do anything for him. And not that I want to be selfish, but I am learning I need to take care of me also. 
A friend of mine at bible study gave this beautiful picture that I am a teared waterfall. If the very top pool isn’t filled, then there isn’t any water to fall into the pools below. How am I supposed to fill others if I am empty? 
Another friend of mine for months has been encouraging me to find something that is mine again and press into that. Just to really take care of myself all around. If I’m taking care of me then I’m going to be a better wife, mom, daughter and friend because I’m being filled and able to pour into others. 

With that being said, finding alone time as a mom of two is a lot harder for me than a mom of one. I do good being a mom of two. That transition of taking two everywhere and getting them fed, dressed, and naps, with little meltdowns or tears, I do good. A lot of days I’m really proud of myself! But I’ve been struggling as to when to find time to sit at the feet of Jesus and be filled. 

I feel guilty when I hear that other are having this alone quiet time, or coffee time, or even at church when asked if I am having quiet time because it’s so important. I’m not. My day is so busy with little monotonous things that before I know it, it’s 7:00pm and time for baths and bed. 

I love little tips I’ve been told. Or stories of other moms that have had a hard time like me. One mom would put a blanket over her head and the kids knew that was her time with Jesus and they wouldn’t bug her. Another mom had “coffee with Jesus” and her kids left her alone if that coffee was in her hands. Another mom got her time with Christ by doing bible crafts and stories with her kids. 

It is hard to be a mom of little ones and find that time to have for yourself and be filled. Sleep is so important that waking up early is not an option for me when Peyton still gets up 3-4 times a night. So most days I have worship music playing in the house. Then I can stop where I am and sing or dance and my kids love it and do their own thing. 

I also am finding more time this week as my toddler randomly became in love with the movie Trolls. That gives me about an hour once I get P fed set up with something. 

I started doing more bible journaling. I love it. It takes my love of scrapbooking (that I have zero time for) and my need and want to press into Christ and gives me the filling I need so much. I am getting both! Something for me, and time with Jesus. 

I don’t know what I’ll do when Trolls is not a hit anymore haha. Maybe I’ll be blessed and they will nap at the same time! 

I hope if you’re a mom, you find something for you. Something that you love to do and have some time to do it and enjoy it as you go along your day and clean the spot on the floor 15 times and no one notices. I hope you also find a way to sit and breath and take in what God wants to teach you and share with you. And I also hope you don’t feel guilty as I have about not spending quiet time with Jesus. There is grace for us. He knows what we are doing. He sees us clean that spot 15 times! 

Have blessed day! 

xoxo

kymberly

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Digital Citizenship 

After I got married I deleted my Facebook because I didn’t like how easy it was for people to share other people’s photos. I felt like I couldn’t have the privacy I wanted, so I removed myself from it and keptp using my Instagram. I also ask others to not put my kids on Facebook. Some people haven’t listened to me and that’s a big bummer, but I still continue to ask. 

I use Instagram as a memory lane site. It keeps the date and I have a caption and I love to look back at what was happening and when. 

Then I had N and was so in love that I wanted to share him with everyone on my Instagram. He was my 1,000 post. I thought that also was pretty awesome. I was told that his picture made people feel so happy and his smile made them have better days. 

Along with posting N (he really is all I started to post about) I gained more followers of friends that I was currently meeting and friends I met when I was 2.  

Along the way I felt a little pressure to post my son to let others have a smile. I put that pressure on myself and Instagram started to become like Facebook to me. I had to many followers and I had no idea where all those individuals were at in their life. Would they screenshot my son and send it to someone I don’t know? I started feeling uncomfortable so I just started posting less. 

Then I had friends whose accounts would get hacked. So whoever hacked those accounts then also had access to my photos… I didn’t like that. 

Then I read on this blog about digital citizenship and it got me thinking…. I’m really only posting my kids… I have subjected them to social media without their consistent. Am I protecting them the way I want to in this crazy world? 

My mind just kept going with all these negative things about social media. I came to my final breaking point on our family vacation when something personal happened with family. 

I was all done. 

The drive home I deleted almost all my followers on Instagram. I later found out they all were not deleted because I was in and out of service so some people are still following that account. 

I turned my public crochet account into my every day account and haven’t posted about my life. 

It’s been really nice actually. My life is private. I don’t think about how many likes I have or who has liked my photo. I haven’t been asked why I took people off the old one, but I felt like writing about. 

I think I’m leaning to opening a third account (I know, crazy). And in this account it doesn’t matter who is following me because I won’t be posting pictures of my kids. I can go back to posting things I personally am doing besides being a mom, like working on my backyard, or what book I’m reading, or my thoughts. Or I can post about my kids but not portraits of their faces, maybe their cute little hands and what they are drawing. 

And maybe one day I’ll post a family photo, or I’ll change my mind and point of view. But for now, I don’t want my kids out there all over the Internet. And N is already out there for almost 3 years, and P is out there for 6 months. But I can change that as of now and just keep their photos I take close to my heart and spend less time on social media anyways. 

I want to follow my friends. I love seeing when a friend is getting married or becomes pregnant. How they announce things and how they decorate their homes. But with all these reasons that I feel like I should keep my life a little more private, I also don’t want to miss exciting moments others are sharing. 

I’m battling this social media battle inside me. The boundary I should have with it. Where does it come into my life to much? How much should I share of my life and of my kids? When they get older are they going to care that I posted about them or that I didn’t post enough? 

So many thoughts I have. 

Testing out so far, not posting for a month and a half has felt so good! If someone wants to see a picture, they can ask me! I have lots haha. 

What are your thoughts? I’m sure this could look paranoid or maybe not even make sense because it’s my raw thoughts that I’m typing on my phone as I nurse P in the middle of the night. How do you feel about social media and sharing the right amount with the world?

xoxo kymberly 

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What did you Learn Today?

Everyday, all day, I repeat myself. 

By the end of the night I’m so tired of talking. 

Today I told Nathan to “wait” and was trying to teach him that he can’t have something right then and there. (Well actually everyday I’m teaching this.)

He is a child that has to get his thoughts out though. You can’t tell him to not interrupt when others are talking because to him, he has the most important thing to say and has to be heard out right that second. 

It’s pretty challenging for me to try and teach him to wait his turn when it comes to talking. 

Then I learned today…. I’m like that. 

Now I’m very aware that my son is my husbands physical clone but my personality clone. It’s actually really funny how he acts exactly like me but looks exactly like his dad! 

Another reason why so many things are challenging to teach him, he’s just like me and I realize I’m needing to change my behavior to set the example for him. But that’s a different post. 

Today I learned that I don’t like the waiting…

I mean who likes to wait? 

I just didn’t think of it in the context of praying. 

I pray for something to change and am just waiting for it to happen right then or at least before I go to bed. Sometimes I’m praying like I have the most important request and I need it answered right then. I can’t wait. I have the most important prayer (which is silly looking at it that way). 

But…. What’s happening in the time that God has me waiting? Why doesn’t he answer my prayer request right then? 

I learned that I need to soak in what he is doing in the waiting time. What he’s teaching me and what I could be learning. And then I thought… “how many times has God repeated himself to me? And asked me to wait?” It blows my mind his patience level he has! 


 xoxo

kymberly 

A Time Forever Stamped In My Heart. 

I was very blessed this past week with a super thoughtful gift… an iPad. 

When I opened the gift, I cried. 

I was then told I had to open the plastic on the box and actually take the iPad out and look at it. 

It’s engraved with my name and Peyton’s name. It also contains her birth stats. 

Peyton’s birth story is crazy for me. There are much crazier stories out there for sure. There are a lot scarier birth stories out there for sure. But my story with my daughter was really hard on me. 

Looking at this engraving I cried some more. I will never forget the time they called her birth, so looking at this time that is forever engraved on this iPad just took my breath away. 

I was induced with Peyton. 

I went in to be induced on Sunday at 8pm. I started my induction taking misprios. Monday I sat in the hospital super discouraged because my body wasn’t progressing and I was last priority at the hospital. There was a baby born in the parking lot outside and two babies born in the hallway, and I was sitting in this giant birthing room not having any contractions I could feel. 

Monday around 8pm I was put on pitocin. 

Around 9:30pm my doctor broke my water. 

By 11pm contractions were hitting me like a brick wall and I was struggling and asked my nurse where my epidural was, and by the look on her face I knew I wasn’t going to get one. 

Around 11:50pm I started pushing. 

Around 12:12am I pushed Peyton’s head out and my doctor started calling for help, Caleb was pushed aside as other nurses poured in and my doctor looked at me and very sternly said, “Kymberly you have to push this baby out right now!” Well shoot I thought I did! I was giving this pushing thing everything I had! Was my body not working? I know I pushed something out, is my daughter dead? Oh my gosh, she’s dead… 

12:14am Tuesday morning, Peyton was fully pushed out and alive and perfect. She had gotten stuck on my pubic bone and the umbilical cord was pinched so there was a risk she wasn’t getting oxygen. 

After she was out, my body wouldn’t stop shaking and was loosing a lot, a lot of blood. I was really scared. 

I couldn’t hold Peyton right away. 

I couldn’t enjoy those first moments of her life. 

I couldn’t control what was happening to my body and mentally I couldn’t take that I had no control. 

I had an amazing labor with Nathan. So smooth and easy. I held him right away for two hours and remember those moments forever. I wasn’t getting those moments with Peyton. I felt so robbed of her first few hours because my body couldn’t get it together. 

Mentally I didn’t recover well. 

For a week I cried myself to sleep because I was so upset I missed so much of Peyton’s first day. 

Tuesday around 7am I lost my vision from another migraine and my doctor ordered an MRI

I slept almost all of Peyton’s first day trying to get rid of the migraine so I could at least see my baby I just had. 

Then I was mentally dealing with getting an MRI and how scary that was based on when Caleb got his MRI and the tumor they found. 

At 10pm I got into my MRI. I thought of Nathan almost the whole 30 minutes. How much I missed him and how I hope I’m okay because I want to watch him and Peyton grow up. 

By 11pm we got results back that my MRI was clean and there is nothing wrong. I truly am just getting bad migraines. 

For this week after Peyton’s birth, crying myself to sleep, not being able to form words for how I was feeling, I was finally able to take a step forward and write a little of how I felt. 

I don’t make birth plans because I know births don’t go how you want all the time. So I didn’t want to have my heart set on a birth plan and it not go that way, and good thing because how my labor started and more of the details I can later share, we’re not in any birth plan I would ever write. But I was not doing well on missing Peyton’s first day. Missing those first moments. Being in so much pain I couldn’t hold her. 

Now I sit here and look at this engraving. 

This time, 12:14am, is forever engraved on my heart. For a minute I thought she was dead. I was so scared with all the help that was coming in and my sweet doctor being so stern with me. This time was the scariest time and then most exciting time. She wasn’t dead. She was perfect. 

This was a very thoughtful gift. I am so thankful. 

xoxo kymberly

Written in August 2016

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That Mom. 

Growing up I dreamed of being a mom. And not just any mom, a great mom. Going through college I learned from experience how to talk to a child in a loving way. I didn’t want to be “that mom that yelled at her kids” or “that mom whose kids didn’t listen to her”. Well tonight I felt like I had stared to become “that mom”. 

I can list all the reasons why my patience is egg shell thin, but those are excuses when I look at them through my sons eyes. 

I might be exhausted and don’t know the last time I slept more than 4 hours at a time. I might be frustrated that every time I get my 5 month old to finally nap, my 2 year old yells at her so she wakes up. But those things don’t matter to my two year old when it comes to how I respond to him. 

My sister-in-law has a quality that I really admire. It might be silly to someone, but it’s what I admire most in her and strive to achieve. She constantly talks to my niece and nephew in a calm tone, and talks to them or tries to Understand why they are acting the way they are. And today is her birthday, so shout out to her! Happy birthday!!

This past week my voice has gotten louder and the phrase, “go to your room” has come out of my mouth more than I strive for.

Am I a lazy mom?

What has happened to what I’ve strived for?

Why am I getting so frustrated and letting that control my attitude?

Oh. My. Gosh. I’m “that mom”. 

I just needed a wake up call. My son is acting out because he wants something. Attention is my guess. His sister was born and for 5 months he hasn’t had me to himself. So soon that is going to change and I’ll take him on some mommy/son dates. 

I need to take a breath before I respond to his acting out. I need to ask him why he’s doing what he’s doing. I have been consistent in following through with what I say and winning the battles I choose to fight. 

I think today it just hit me that what I’m doing isn’t working. I need to go back and stop using the word no. I need to explain more. Nathan is very smart, he can understand what is needed of him and understand that he needs to be respectful. 

Being a mom of 2 little ones is hard. Not because my kids are bad or handfuls, but because my time is never my own and being present with both of them on little sleep is hard. 

But I got my wake up call and tomorrow is a new day. I pray Nathan forgives me for not being my best. Time to lower my tone again and communicate with him. 

No longer “that mom” that I didn’t want to be. 

xoxo

kymberly