Love: Lucie’s List

I found out about Lucie’s List through Kate’s blog,  Elefantitas Alegres. It was one of my favorite resources throughout the late stages of pregnancy and still today (I say late pregnancy because that’s when I found out about it).

If you sign up, every week you will receive a newsletter about almost everything relating to growing and having a baby. I also really enjoyed the Baby Registry Basics list; we used many of these tips when registering and buying things for Shepherd. If you check it out, let me know!

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birth (the disclaimer)

I think one of the reasons I haven’t “gotten around” to posting about Shepherd’s birth is because of the way he was born. I didn’t have any medication, and I’m wary to talk about it, because, drumroll, it went so well. I feel like there’s so much controversy among women about how a family welcomes their baby into this world, and I just don’t know how to tell the story of our experience without sounding a certain way. As a writer, this keeps me from putting fingers to keyboard about pretty much everything else. I need to write this story, or I won’t be posting anything else here for a long time.

Today, I was strolling through the archives of one of my favorite blogs, domestic reflections, and I read her FAQ. At the bottom was this:

“What’s your deal with natural childbirth? 
I always tell people it’s like running a marathon. Some people feel the drive to do it and get huge satisfaction and fulfillment from it. (Let the record reflect i would never run a marathon and i think all of you who do are c-r-a-z-y.) On a more serious note, however, i think a lot of women today in our society are cheated out of a positive birth experience. They are told the pain is awful and all that matters is a healthy baby. Of course, everyone’s priority (far above anything else) is the baby’s health, but a mother’s experience in childbirth should be honored and valued as well. And if you have ever gone through a natural childbirth experience i think you know what i’m talking about.”

So, I haven’t run a marathon, either, so that’s not my comparison. But what struck me about this statement was this sentence: “a mother’s experience in childbirth should be honored and valued as well.”  I do agree with that. And so I hope you’ll respect why and what I write about in the coming days, and I hope what I write is communicated as a story, and not an edict of “how it should be done,” because I hate those sorts of things.

(This is a long-@ss disclaimer post just to say I didn’t have meds during childbirth, I’m proud of it, but I would be proud of however my baby was born, so please don’t be mad at me for saying I’m proud of it. Also, when did I become so concerned about all of this?)

Changing Seasons

This weekend, we cleaned out our closets and switched out our hoodies and sweaters for shorts and sundresses (for me, anyway). I packed away my maternity clothes, too, and we separated a few items for donation. There’s something I love about being able to see the changing seasons this way, and this spring feels even more different than usual. Honeysuckle is already blooming, pollen is falling like rain, the sky is cornflower blue most of the day and the afternoons are 80 degrees. Easter is coming. The seasons change every year, and it’s remarkable; our lives have changed forever, and it’s remarkable.

I have a long list of things to accomplish this spring. Some of these things are small, and some of them are tremendous and scary. Some of them won’t get accomplished right away, and that’s OK, and some of them will never happen, and I have to be OK with that, too. My goal for this spring is twofold: do as much as I can without sacrificing being as much as I can and to be thankful in all situations. It’s hard. And I am weak and impatient. I am also so, so quick to say a quick “thanks, God,” when something great happens but not recall long-term thankfulness when something hard happens. I want to work on that in this season of change.

Happy Monday, friends!

The Littlest Leprechaun

We are one day shy of Shepherd’s one month birthday, and what a weekend to celebrate! After nearly a month full of visitors, we enjoyed a weekend with just the three of us: we enjoyed margaritas on the back porch at Pepper’s, a St. Patrick’s pancake lunch, lots of basketball, sent off our taxes, and this reluctant little leprechaun had a photo shoot complete with wearing his dad’s bow tie (made by his Aunt Jill).

In other news, the TV show Modern Family makes me laugh just as much as Arrested Development does/did. We are halfway through season two, and I can’t decide who my favorite character is; I’m leaning toward Jay at the moment. The length of each episode is a perfect timer for a nursing session, since, as my mother-in-law pointed out, we don’t have any clocks in our house! I never realized it until he was born, and now we are looking for a clock so I don’t have to keep asking Aaron to hand me my phone to check the time.

I plan to post more soon; it seems that things are settling down now, and I am eager to share with you a lot more about Shepherd’s first month (and more!). You’ll have to be patient with me, though… and perhaps, in the mean time, check out my best friend’s new blog.