A Hospital Visit for Christmas

There is a moment, some point in time, where you realize that this being a parent thing is the absolute scariest thing that's ever happened to you. This baby that you thought was going to be so wonderful and so fun has now made you into a completely crazy person who makes no sense at all. You cry when nothing is wrong and you freak out even though everything is going to be fine, because what if everything isn't fine? What if something happens to my baby? 

This moment happened for me on Christmas Eve this past December when our little girl decided that she would like to go to the E.R. and visit the hospital for her first Christmas. To make a long story short, Little Girl decided to choke on her own spit while sleeping in her car seat after the Christmas Eve church service. When we got home from church she was asleep, so I brought the car seat in and set it on the floor in my parent's living room. About fifteen minutes later I heard her wake up coughing violently and ran over to her. I took her out of the car seat, patted her on the back, and tried to help her get whatever it was coughed up. She never stopped breathing, but after the coughing episode she went very pale and listless, which was very unusual. I completely panicked. I called the doctor's exchange, and when they said they would have to call me back, I decided there was no way I was waiting for that and we went to the E.R.

Little Girl with her Daddy in the hospital.

If you bring a 2 month old baby into the E.R. and say that she's limp and pale, you do not have to wait, you go right back and see a doctor! Of course, by the time a doctor came into the room, Little Girl was breathing fine, color had returned to her face, and she was kicking so enthusiastically that it took 5-10 minutes to find a pulse! The doctor assured us that everything was almost certainly fine, but because she was so little, standard practice was to admit her overnight and watch her, just to be sure that she was okay and that it had only been a choking fit.

The Difference a Year Makes

A year ago today I saw my little girl's heartbeat for the first time on an ultrasound. I was 6 weeks 5 days along in my pregnancy, which means Little Girl was not even 5 weeks old. I can't believe the difference a year makes!

I still remember how nervous and excited I was at that ultrasound. I was hoping that I would get to see that little flickering heart beating, but I didn't know for sure. I hadn't had much in the way of symptoms, and I confess I worried a lot. But as soon as there was an image on the screen I saw that heart beating away. It was magical. 

It is so incredible to think that over the past year that little tiny flickering speck inside me has grown into this beautiful 4 month old baby girl with so much personality! What a blessing, and what a testament to God's goodness and design! Every time our daughter does something new and we see how fast she is learning about her world and growing in her abilities it is awe-inspiring to realize that just a short time ago she was still inside me. 

Sleeping Babies and Narcissistic Parenting

"How is she sleeping? Is she sleeping through the night yet?" I think this is the most frequently asked question I have been asked over the past several months. I am fairly certain that every new parent or parent of a new baby is asked this question countless times during the first months after their little one is born. I was surprised how soon people thought my daughter should be able to sleep through the night. At one month old people were asking me if I was getting any sleep yet, and of course I was not!

How Much Does Money Really Matter?

As I was sitting in my living room, looking around my 2 bedroom apartment, contemplating the past 3.5 years of my life the other day (the time since my wedding), I realized something: the amount of money that I have really doesn't matter. At all. Now, the fact that I have some money and can afford what I need to survive, yes, that matters, but beyond that, it really doesn't. This really was a new revelation for me.

I was sitting there, holding my adorable daughter, reminiscing about our first two years of marriage in our first apartment in Wisconsin. That was a cute apartment! It was sunny, bright, had a great closet or two, and the memories that I have from those days are priceless. So many sleepy Saturday mornings, just the two of us, the sun streaming into our living room/dining room/kitchen, enjoying French toast and coffee together. 

7 Things I Might Have Thought about Parenting Before Becoming a Parent

"People should never complain about being pregnant." "Real women give birth without pain meds." "Parents should never, ever let their baby/small child use a computer or watch TV." "New parents shouldn't complain so much about being tired - we all get tired."

These are all really judgmental statements that I am sad to say have run through my head at some point in my life. In fact, I think all of us have had equally judgey thoughts from time to time. The world is full of people telling each other how to do things. How to do pregnancy, how to TTC, how to give birth, how to care for their babies, and how to raise their kids. I think that most moms are somewhat insecure about their parenting choices, because, let's face it, parenting is very likely the most important thing we'll ever do as parents, and there is really no good way to prepare for it. So my theory is that we take out our own insecurities and our need to feel that we're doing it right on each other - telling each other what works and what doesn't, what to say and what not to say, what to do and what not to do.

But over the past several years I have been in a lot of different positions, and I feel like I have a lot more perspective on this now. I've tried to conceive, I've dealt with the sadness and uncertainty of infertility, I've gone through the joys and difficulties of pregnancy, I've given birth, and I've managed to survive the first three months of parenting. During this whole process, I've made a lot of friends online and in person who have gone through these different life stages, and I've discovered that all of those judgey thoughts that I've had are silly, pointless, and immature. We all need to just stop it! We need to go easy on one another, and just be supportive and kind.

Here are 7 (somewhat random and disjointed) things that I used to think at one point that I now realize I was wrong about: