tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901641664657359372024-03-19T02:31:29.869-07:00Faith, Hope, and ChocolateThe Elam family's journey through infertility, adoption, and baking all things buttery, chocolaty, and sweet.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637379611848764205noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590164166465735937.post-18639766595707716572014-05-23T12:44:00.001-07:002014-05-23T12:45:52.292-07:00That Time When Everything Fell Apart<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One day, when we're old and gray, I know we will be sitting on a porch somewhere, watching our grandchildren play in the yard, and we will say, "Remember that time when we had two small children, no job, no home...?" </div>
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Just a few weeks after our son was born, he began to cry. And cry. And cry. We tried reflux meds, gas drops, and various feeding techniques to soothe our sweet boy, but he continued to scream all day. Soon, we were on all sorts of prayer chains, I had to quit several things that were very dear to me, and we cried out desperately for God to heal our son from whatever ailed him. If you have experienced this, you know what I'm talking about. This amount of crying, no matter how miraculous this new baby is, can drive you mad. </div>
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Three months in to our son's life, we began to see him smile. He had two kissable dimples. His smile actually lit up a room. However, he still needed lots of extra love and needed to be held most of the time. </div>
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One day, as I stood in the kitchen making dinner with one hand and holding my son with another, I got a phone call. I remember looking at the phone and getting a sinking feeling in my stomach even before I answered it, as if God was already preparing me for what was ahead.</div>
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"I just got fired."</div>
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As I held the phone, I looked down at my infant son and my daughter playing in the other room. I found myself hoping I would be able to stay standing, stay calm for them in this moment. No severance package. No health coverage for my babies. </div>
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You see, the next day we were going to put our house on the market. In the midst of the screaming and caring for a strong-willed toddler, we had decided it was time to find a bigger place for our growing family. I spent three weeks, during nap times and at bedtime, de-cluttering and staging our house. </div>
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We prayed and asked God to provide for us. </div>
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Harlan had actually started looking for a new job before his termination, so he had an interview lined up. He quickly got two more the same week. We decided to go ahead and list the house, and within 48 hours, we had multiple offers. We accepted a cash offer and walked out in faith, believing God would provide a new job quickly and we'd move past this minor setback. </div>
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Then, two companies turned him down. Another invited him to do a project, which led to another round of interviews. Days ticked by, then weeks. We crept closer to closing on our home, without another to go to. Our precious resources began to drain. </div>
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Harlan was invited to fly out to California for another round of interviews. He would interview with at least twelve people for a stretch of five hours. It would be grueling, but surely it was just a formality? A fourth round of interviews had to mean they were close to an offer, right? A week after he returned from his interviews, we still had not heard back. Finally, we got word. The company had decided to relocate an internal employee instead of hiring a new one. There was a possibility of a more mid-level position, but the recruiter couldn't be sure. </div>
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Harlan began to interview again. He found another promising company to work for, and they made him a verbal offer and just needed sign-off from the CEO. It would mean a longer commute and working for a start-up, but we believed it was God's provision for us. Then we got word: The CEO wanted to hold off on hiring for at least one or two more quarters. </div>
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We heard back on the other position and found out they would be interested in hiring Harlan for a more mid-level position. He wasn't mid-level, but he loved this company. It was his dream job, so he waited to hear more details. Then, we closed on our home. We walked out the door, officially homeless, jobless, with two children who were counting on us to keep them safe. </div>
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That same day, we heard back on the job, and our hearts sank. He was offered a position, but it wasn't even close to the salary he had been making. We prayed, stepped out in faith again, and asked for more compensation. This was his only prospect.</div>
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We adjusted our home search criteria and began to look at houses. We came to the realization that we'd need a place to stay while we looked, and we made the hard decision to live with parents. Loving parents who were willing to give up part of their home for our crazy family. We would invade their space. We would live with parents? At our age? With two children? Mercy.</div>
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As pressure mounted, we decided we needed to take a moment to breathe. We wanted to go on a date, the first real one since our son was born, and we decided to use a gift card we were given and see a movie. We were still waiting on a final word on compensation, but we weren't going to think about that. We were going to have fun, darn it! As we pulled in to the movie theater parking lot, the phone rang. It was them. Our last hope. </div>
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I sat in silence as my husband spoke with the recruiter. If it was good news, he sure had a great poker face. Is it good news? I prayed and prayed. </div>
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The offer: a bump in salary and a hefty signing bonus. A bit more than he was previous making. WHAT?!!!</div>
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This blog began with an infertility journey. God has abundantly blessed us with two children. As our journey continues, we firmly believe that God is our only hope, and HE IS FAITHFUL. </div>
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The newest chapter of our life has only just begun. It has started with tears, doubts, and questions. We are thankful that we will never walk this path alone. Thank you, God. </div>
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I just knew my son was going to enter the world with flair. He did not disappoint.<br />
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At 40 weeks, 2 days pregnant, I was beyond uncomfortable and started pulling out all the stops to start labor. At my doctor's appointment, a midwife checked me and I was not even 2 centimeters dilated. I was so discouraged and decided to take the recommendation of many friends to get acupuncture that afternoon. My midwife also suggested eggplant and pineapple, so that evening I ate Eggplant Parmesan with pineapple for dessert. <br />
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That night, an arctic blast pushed through Austin around midnight, covering streets with ice and making for <a href="http://www.kvue.com/news/local/EMS-reporting-crashes-in-Northwest-Austin-242369251.html">unsafe driving conditions for poor Texans</a> who just don't have experience driving on those kinds of roads. At 1am, I woke up with a start. I was wet! Did I pee myself? Surely not! I went to the bathroom, checked things out, decided I was officially WAY too pregnant and went back to bed. At 4am, I woke up and discovered I was again soaking wet. I wasn't having any contractions or other signs of labor, so I went back to bed again. At 7am, I got up, and immediately a gush of fluids completely soaked my pants. It was then I officially called it: my water broke!<br />
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Since I knew conditions were bad outside and I was GBS positive and in need of antibiotics, I immediately called the birthing center. Each time I called, the phone would immediately hang up or just ring and ring. <i>NOT GOOD.</i> I finally called a friend who delivered at the same birthing center and got the cell phone number of a midwife. Thankfully, she answered immediately and helped me come up with a plan to safely get to the center in the middle of the ice storm. She also revealed that 4 different midwives had tried to drive in to the center and couldn't make it due to road closures. We started praying we'd make it there before the baby arrived! <i>Holy smokes!</i><br />
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By 9:30am, I began to have noticeable contractions. As I made plans with my parents to come watch my daughter, I heard a sound no mother wants to hear while they're in labor: the sound of their toddler throwing up in the next room. Yes, that's right. My daughter, who had not been sick for some time, started throwing up just as I started going into active labor. <i>You just can't make this stuff up, folks. </i><br />
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Thankfully, my parents had 4 children of their own and are seasoned pros when it comes to vomiting, so they took things in stride and we made our way to the birthing center. We passed 3-4 severely damaged cars on our drive (poor Texans), but we made it with no problem. By the time we arrived, I was having trouble walking and my contractions were getting stronger and closer together. I was checked when I arrived and again discouraged to find out I was only 4 centimeters dilated. The midwife encouraged us to go ahead and stay at the center given the conditions outside, so we picked our room and started to run some water in the birthing tub.<br />
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I just could not find a comfortable pushing position in the tub, so I somehow managed to get out and into bed to push. After pushing 4-5 times, I realized I was in WAY over my head. Having already birthed one child naturally, I remembered this pain. However, my current pain was so off the charts that I honestly didn't think I had it in me to continue. That's when I did the only thing I knew to do: <i>I prayed my brains out</i>. During my conversation with God, I told Him that I was only going to be able to to this with His help. With a birthing mirror in front of me as motivation, I took a deep breath and decided my son was coming out with this push. Out he came! Thanks be to God, is all I can say!<br />
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<i>Side note: My hubby is one amazing guy. With contractions coming so fast and everything happening at warp speed, I could not be more thankful to have him by my side. During labor with my daughter, he was a great help, but this time, I leaned on him and he was truly my rock. </i> <i>I may have broken all the fingers in his hands, but he never complained!</i><br />
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Sharing how God has answered prayer with this little fella is even more precious to me. As soon as we found out we were pregnant, I began to pray very specifically, and God has been gracious to answer each and every one of them:<br />
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*I prayed for a strong, healthy baby and a healthy birth weight: Grayson was 8 pounds, 3.5 ounces!<br />
*I prayed he would have a strong desire to breastfeed and tell me when he was hungry: Grayson is a happy, healthy eater who didn't even lose 10% of his birthweight after birth.<br />
*I prayed my milk would come in quickly. <i>If you have read my blog in the past, you know it took almost 2 weeks for my milk to come in with my daughter</i>: My milk came in at the end of day 2!<br />
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We are overjoyed, and a little overwhelmed, to now be a family of 4. To God be all the glory!<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We found out we were having a boy at around 17 weeks. In my heart, I knew I was having a boy, but seeing the visual of this on the ultrasound screen brought a mix of emotions for me. A son. One day he'll become a man. </span><i style="font-family: inherit;">Yowza</i><span style="font-family: inherit;">. The responsibility and weight of that truth is something I pray about daily.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Deciding on a name for my son was another long process. As with my daughter, we wanted the name to have special meaning since our babies are miracles. Last year, I was able to study the book of Genesis for 9 months, and I knew I wanted include the name Joseph after learning more about his life. I'll wait to reveal his first name until after he's born, but his middle name will be Joseph. Joseph endured many unfair trials in his life, but he trusted God, even when he was sold as a slave and thrown into prison for something he didn't do. He knew: "<span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">the Lord was with him; and whatever he did, the Lord made to prosper." - Genesis 39:23</span></span><br />
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Big Sis seems to be ready as well! We continue to marvel at how smart and loving she is. She has a vocabulary that astounds us ("No big deal, Mommy" is the newest phrase we hear a lot) and is a such bright spot in my life. God has been gracious to us, indeed.</div>
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I took a home test at 6am because I really didn't want to go get my blood drawn again. I just knew I wasn't pregnant, and I if I didn't get to the blood lab by 7am I'd be stuck waiting there for an hour. If I just confirmed I wasn't pregnant at home, I'd just call my doctor and forget the lab all together. <br />
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My sister gave me a test she had left over - it was the only one I had in the house. I don't even keep them in the house anymore. Way too depressing when they're always negative. <br />
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Here we go again...<br />
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I took the test and went about keeping myself busy while it was processing. I peeked. Oops. <br />
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I see 2 lines! I see 2 lines? I SEE 2 LINES!!!!<br />
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I jumped on my completely-asleep husband because at this point, I knew I got up too early and I was hallucinating. <br />
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Hubby looked at the test, without his glasses, and pronounced his verdict: It's negative. He doesn't see 2 lines. I knew it...<br />
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I handed him his glasses. He sees 2 lines. He sees 2 lines? HE SEES 2 LINES!!!!<br />
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5 hours later, a blood test confirmed I was pregnant and all looked well. One week and 2 more blood tests - all still looked good. 2 weeks later, we saw a beautiful, beating heart. My miracle daughter sat in her father's lap and listened to her sibling's precious little heart beating away. I must be dreaming...<br />
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I'm so thankful for the chance to tell this story. I prayed specifically that God would give me another story to tell. I prayed that I would have the opportunity to raise my children with my friends, and even more importantly, to be pregnant with my sister. That might seem silly, but managing a newborn is not easy, and the support of your friends and family is invaluable. I didn't want to do it alone. I didn't want to be left behind. <br />
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Our second round of infertility was so hard. It didn't take as long to get pregnant, but those months were like a concentrated dose of our first struggle. Our family had decided it was time for a long break to just be a family. Have fun. Not think about doctor's visits, negative tests, and what-ifs.<br />
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As my theme verse states. God is able to do so much more than I can wrap my mind around. It takes surrender to Him when the only hope left lies in Him alone. My neighbor shared this verse on my Facebook page in The Message version, and I love it so much I wanted to share it with you. <br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span class="text Eph-3-20-Eph-3-21" id="en-MSG-12439">"God can do anything, you know—far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams! He does it not by pushing us around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us. </span>Glory to God in the church! Glory to God in the Messiah, in Jesus! Glory down all the generations! </i><i>Glory through all millennia! Oh, yes!"</i> - Ephesians 3:20-21</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Don't give up, dear friends. He is able!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">P.S. My sister is pregnant. Our babies will be 5 weeks apart!</span></div>
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One of my friends encouraged me to blog a bit more. I was surprised to see how long it had been since I last posted. It's a mixture of things, really. I have never been more busy chasing a toddler around, working 2 jobs, and leading a Bible study. If I'm honest, I also wonder if you, my readers, will grow tired of me repeating the same things over and over. <br />
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God has given me a rich, full life, but in the world of infertility, the battle rages in cycles, very dependent on doctors visits, blood draws, and medications. My emotions go a little something like this: <i>heartbreak, hope, determination, prayer and pleading, surrender, loss of hope, heartbreak</i>...repeat. I believe that God is sovereign over each and every day of my life, but since I am unable to escape doctors appointments, ovulation tests, lab work, and more, I'm also submersed in infertility on a daily basis...and it's <i>tough</i>.<br />
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I know my friend won't mind if I mention this. She sent me the best text one day. God had placed this on her heart, and the timing couldn't have been more perfect:<br />
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<i>Remember that infertility does not define you. I know it is hard so think about the things that bring hope and life. You are first and foremost a child of God. You are also Harlan's wife and Harper's mom. You are a great friend to many and a beloved daughter and sister. Cling to and draw strength from those identities. Infertility is an obstacle and can be used to shape and make you stronger, but it is not Rachel. You are so much more!</i><br />
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There are some days it is hard to breathe. Days when I can see no light at the end of the tunnel and am reduced to a hopeless mess. I am thankful that my identity lies in so much more!<br />
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In my last round of infertility, God timed things so perfectly that I had the opportunity to go through my entire pregnancy with friends and family who were having babies right around the same time. It was such a special time. After the babies were born, I also learned there is nothing better than being able to ask questions of friends in the middle of the night who are also up nursing babies! <br />
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This round has been so different. Almost every friend I know who struggled with infertility has gotten pregnant with their second right away, with no problems. Several close friends are pregnant, and I watch on the sidelines as their bellies continue to grow and they make plans for the future. There is <i>nothing</i> more joyful than celebrating these miracles with my friends, but it takes every ounce of my being not collapse with grief. I simply don't understand. <br />
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So here's what it takes. Looking to the hope I have in Christ, the identity He has given me and the life He has blessed me with. Here's a look at some of those blessings, in no particular order:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><i>Than Jesus' blood and righteousness;</i></span></div>
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Everything went wrong. Everything.<br />
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My first month back at the Fertility Center has already been a roller coaster. We started off with high hopes - the medicine worked. Soon after, my body began to react differently than it should, and we discovered things had gone terribly wrong and we would have to start over. Worst of all, we would have to wait a month before beginning again.<br />
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My first reaction, unfortunately, was to doubt God's goodness. Why would He continue to allow such suffering? Why do some seemingly snap their fingers and have a baby, while we, who desperately want to grow our family, must spend great amounts of money and go through such anguish, only to be disappointed again and again. <br />
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But I've been through this before. <br />
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I know these feelings are perfectly normal, but I learn every day about the God I love and serve. He is good. He has given me so many amazing things. He didn't promise me an easy life, but He did promise He would never leave me and would always keep His promises. <br />
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Take a look at this miracle, and you know what a faithful, good God we have:<br />
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I heard the best sermon at church about depression. After listening to the whole thing, I discovered it was more about trials and suffering. If you have a chance, it's definitely worth a listen: </div>
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So, even though I don't know why, I continue to remind myself about the truth of who God really is. I've written this verse down and put on the fridge to remind me:<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #e06666;">"Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God" Psalm 42:11. </span></i></b><br />
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I choose hope. <br />
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Thanks for praying, friends. Keep it up.<br />
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<b><i>~Rachel</i></b><br />
<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637379611848764205noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590164166465735937.post-84268960016736662542013-01-07T13:14:00.001-08:002013-01-07T13:14:36.113-08:00Reopening Old Wounds<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As I write this, I'm looking around my living room at the little trails my sweet toddler has made. Tupperware lids from the kitchen, an old box from Christmas, Dr. Suess books, and pieces of fake food from her new kitchen - I am blessed indeed in the very busy life I live. <br />
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Harper Grayce is 15 months old. She's independent, smart, sassy, and makes me laugh every day. She's constantly talking (very loudly), and I'm actually starting to understand her little language that doesn't quite sound like English yet. Every day -- and I mean EVERY SINGLE DAY -- I thank God for giving me the opportunity to be her mother. Here's a few snapshots from the last few months.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #e06666;">And...The Update</span></b></h2>
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I went back to the Fertility Center last week. There. I said it. I feel better! <br />
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I prayed my brains out that God would heal me of <a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/polycystic-ovary-syndrome/DS00423">PCOS</a> and we would be able to have an easier time bringing another baby in to the world. Harper literally runs up to other children on the playground with a huge smile on her face and wants to play and interact. She loves people, especially children, so we really want to add another member to our family. <br />
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Unfortunately, my body is still the same.<br />
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It makes me sad.<br />
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Going to the Fertility Center is like reopening an old wound. That wound had almost healed, but it came right back open when I stepped through those doors. My doctor confirmed that I would need to take meds in order to try for a baby, so I have started my first round of <a href="http://www.advancedfertility.com/femara-letrozole-fertility.htm">Femara</a> in hopes we will be able to try for another Elam.<br />
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When I started this blog over 2 years ago, I wasn't sure what God had in store for me. We had a rough year, but in the end, I held my newborn daughter in my arms. Now, that teeny girl calls me "Momma" and plants sloppy kisses on me even when she wasn't invited. <br />
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As I look back on my journey, I am left wondering what I didn't learn the first time around. Why does God want me to go through all this pain again? Then, I wonder if I'm looking at it wrong. This journey means a closer walk with Jesus, and a constant reminder that God is in control. Better yet, His plans are for my good, and they make me more mature and complete. <br />
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Just as I learned so much from the book of Isaiah during my first battle with infertility, so God is teaching me through my study of Genesis, and more specifically, the life of Abraham. Just this week, I read this verse:<br />
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<i><b><span style="color: #e06666;">"Yet he (Abraham) did not waver through unbelief regarding the promise of God, but was strengthened in his faith and gave glory to God, being fully persuaded that God had the power to do what he had promised" Romans 4:20-21</span></b></i><br />
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As I start this journey again, I want that to be my anthem. I don't want to waver through unbelief. I want this experience to strengthen my faith, give God all the glory. He has the power to add an Elam to our family! <br />
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Will you pray this with me, blog friends? I surely need it. <br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Rachel</span></b></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Folks, take a look at that picture (above). When Harlan compared it to Harper's 9 month picture, I didn't know what to do. Actually, I'll tell you what I did - I had a good cry. Harper Grayce is becoming less and less a baby and more and more a little girl every day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In a few short weeks, she'll be a year old. Moving in to toddler-land. Yikes. We're having tons of fun and staying oh-so-busy every single day. See for yourself:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">It's rare to see Harper without "pink friend," as we lovingly call the dog toy she's head-over-heels about. She loves that thing! I ran it through the washing machine several times since it's been a literal dog toy for the past few years. Poor Lucy dog, Harper has stolen your toy. Thanks for sharing...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Her hair's growing, too! It's really hard to style! So many curls!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Who knew it would be so emotional watching your child grow up so fast . I have tried to soak up every moment of her first year, but time just <i>won't</i> stand still for me. Just the other day, as I was reading one of her favorite books for the millionth time, I realized she had placed one of her chubby hands on top of mine. Precious little moments...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I'm learning more and more that much of parenthood is letting go. Letting go of hands so they can walk on their own, ride off on that bike, walk into kindergarten on the first day of school. God, take hold of this momma's emotions, or I'm going to be a wreck for this child's entire life. So bittersweet, watching them grow...</span></div>
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I used <a href="http://random.org/">random.org</a> to determine the winner. Cassidy will get a ruffle headband of her choice! Congrats!<br />
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Thanks for entering! Remember - If you like GingerPop Boutique on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/GingerPopBoutique">Facebook</a>, you'll receive 15% any orders for the entire month of August! Contact me on <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/GingerpopBoutique">Etsy</a> or <a href="http://www.facebook.com/GingerPopBoutique">Facebook</a> to receive your code. <br />
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Harper Grayce will be 10 months old on Saturday. More fun pictures comin' up!Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637379611848764205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590164166465735937.post-3669718431186727212012-07-23T09:17:00.000-07:002012-07-23T09:36:03.320-07:00Meet GingerPop - Another Blog Giveaway!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Harper Grayce is 9 months old! She's busier than ever and is pulling up, cruising on furniture, and crawling at the speed of light. She also finally has her 2 bottom teeth. It seemed like they would never cut through her gums, and we had many tearful nights of sore gums before they broke through. Here's our happy girl:<br />
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She's starting to skip lots of naps. Not so fun for Mama...<br />
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So grateful for such a happy baby girl. Here she is in a full-on laugh:</div>
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4th of July pool fun<br />
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I'm also excited to announce the grand opening of my hair accessories store, GingerPop Boutique! It's been a long time comin', and I'm super pumped to be in business. I couldn't think of any better way to celebrate than to have another giveaway!<br />
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You can win a headband from my brand new line of Ruffle Flowers, just added to my Etsy store today! You'll have your choice of 3 colors:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637379611848764205noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590164166465735937.post-59897395742071417102012-06-20T10:23:00.000-07:002012-06-20T10:23:33.981-07:00Slow Down!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When you're pregnant, you get lots of advice. The most common piece of wisdom I heard was to really soak up every moment when your child is a baby. I heard time went by fast. I nodded my head and thanked them for their thoughts, laughing on the inside. Especially given the trouble we had even getting pregnant, how could I NOT cherish every moment, big or small, once Harper was finally here?<br />
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Then, I blinked my eye and Harper was 8 months old. I watch teary-eyed as we captured her shakily crawling for the first time. Then, I stared at the baby monitor as she woke up from a nap and pulled up in her crib. I told her how to say "ball" and she repeated, "buh, buh, buh." Looking at recent pictures we've taken, I'm seeing the face of a little girl, not a baby looking back at me. She's so smart, funny, and beautiful. All I can think is <i>time slow down! I can't keep up!</i><br />
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As I do my best to take mental snapshots of Harper and the milestones she's reaching, I'm also marveling at my marriage. Just this week, we celebrated 7 years! The same weekend, we celebrated Harlan's first Father's Day. <br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Life is moving more quickly than I could have imagined, and there's one emotion, a common thread that runs through my mind as I try and wrap my mind around these things:</span><br />
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Thankful. So, so thankful. <br />
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Let me share just a bit of this life God has so blessed me with:<br />
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Backyard Swimming Pool Fun<br />
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Swimsuit Season<br />
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Shopping with our new cart cover. Thanks for making it, Mema!<br />
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First night away from Harper. Wineries in Fredricksburg. <br />
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One of <a href="http://www.alamospringscafe.com/">Texas Monthly's Best Burgers</a> on our anniversary trip. Greasy. Delicious.<br />
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Psalm 139 - The Message<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;<br /> you formed me in my mother's womb.<br /> I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking!<br /> Body and soul, I am marvelously made!<br /> I worship in adoration—what a creation!<br /> You know me inside and out,<br /> you know every bone in my body;<br /> You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,<br /> how I was sculpted from nothing into something.<br /> Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;<br /> all the stages of my life were spread out before you,<br /> The days of my life all prepared<br /> before I'd even lived one day.<br /><br />Your thoughts—how rare, how beautiful!<br /> God, I'll never comprehend them!<br /> I couldn't even begin to count them—<br /> any more than I could count the sand of the sea.<br /> Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!"</span></i>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637379611848764205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590164166465735937.post-24362035902232347632012-05-21T13:26:00.001-07:002012-05-21T13:26:26.864-07:00Letting Go<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Harper Grayce is 7 months old. I'm still in shock at the rapid pace in which we seem to be running through life right now. I can't seem to keep this girl a baby. Here's what Harper can do now:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">-Say "momma" and "dada". It melts my heart. She's really loud when she talks, and she likes to converse pretty much all day. Such a girl, right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">-Drink water from a sippy cup. She loves that cup!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">-Eat a wide range of foods. She hates peas and avacado. A lot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">-Plank. She's really close to crawling, and she does this all the time:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Harper was dedicated at church on Mother's Day, which was a really special day for our us. We were able to stand in front of our church family, as well as our own families, and ask for help in raising our little girl. It was surreal to publicly give her to back to God. We know we can never raise this precious one without His help!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I have such a hard time letting go, blog world. Read my blog, and you'll see. I have made a commitment to completely wean from pumping by the time Harper's 8 months, and that's literally just a week away. Pumping has allowed Harper to become such a healthy girl, and it has been so special to provide this food for her, as hard as it has been on me. I still haven't slept more than 5 hours at a stretch since Harper was born. My body is very tired. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">If I'm really honest, weaning also means coming face to face with reality again. When the milk dries up, I may come face to face with my infertility. Will my PCOS rear it's ugly head again? I just don't know that I'm ready to find out. I'm so very scared. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">All my wants, all my fears, have been rising to the surface. I want Harper to have a sibling. I want to be able to have more children. I want to be normal. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Then, I look at Harper Grayce. This active, happy, chunky girl in my arms with the most gorgeous blue eyes. My miracle. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">God is faithful. God is faithful. God is faithful. I repeat it every day. He has never left my side, and He has provided good things. I hear Him ask me: "Rachel, am I enough for you? Will you trust me?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Oh, God. You are all I need. So...I'm letting go. Stepping off the edge of the cliff. Let the adventure begin. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Phillipians 4:6-7 (The Message) <sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12500" style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;">"</sup><span style="background-color: white;">Don't fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God's wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It's wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life."</span></span><br />
<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637379611848764205noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590164166465735937.post-14891256415451648392012-05-21T13:26:00.000-07:002012-05-21T13:26:00.733-07:00Half a Year of Adventures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have to tell you, blog world. My baby girl has become quite the mover. I used to have a little down time to write a blog post, throw in a load of laundry, or maybe eat, but that's getting more and more challenging. Harper has learned that rolling can get her from A to B very quickly (and it's getting her in to trouble), and she's REALLY trying to crawl. Her naps have been shorter and shorter (eek), so I apologize that my posts are becoming fewer and further between!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>Adventures in Pumping</b></span><br />
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I also have to say, I'm really proud of myself! Next week, I will have been pumping for 7 months! SEVEN MONTHS! I really can't believe it, and honestly, I'm so sick of it! I plan on weening over the next few weeks. It's very bittersweet, but with my freezer stockpile, I know my baby girl will have gotten Momma's Milk for much longer than I could have dreamed. One night, Harlan and I jokingly decided to calculate how much time I had spent hooked up to the pump. We calculated based on 6 months of pumping, so now these numbers are even greater. It's really crazy when you look at it this way:<br />
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Pumping 8 times/day x 7 days/week - 52 times<br />
52 x 4 weeks (one month) - 208 times/month<br />
208 x 6 months - 1,248 times<br />
20 minutes/pump session x 1,248 - 24,960 minutes<br />
24,960 divided by 60 minutes (1 hour) - 416 hours<br />
416 hours divided by 24 hours (1 day) - 17.3 days<br />
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So, I basically have been pumping for close to 20 days straight, if you were to squish all my pumping sessions together. 20 days, no rest, just sitting at the pump. Insane. <br />
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Over the last 7 months, I have actually gone through 4 pumps. The first brand I got (before I ever thought I'd be on this journey) broke 3 times. After 2 replacements, I finally got a refund and purchased a new pump. Shockingly, I discovered my first pump was really subpar and am actually producing 3+ ounces more with my new pump. I really couldn't believe it and have been freezing as much as I can as I prepare to ween. But, enough about pumping! <br />
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We've had some crazy adventures of the past 6+ months of Harper's life. She's gone from barely fitting into premie clothing to being in the 80th percentile for weight! We're so proud of how healthy she is. On top of that, she's such a happy girl. She's just so content, for the most part, and her smile and laugh still melt me into a puddle every day. What an undeserved, precious gift she is!<br />
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Family adventures are happening all the time as well. Just this past weekend, we discovered a highway in Georgetown that does not have a gas station for MILES. How do we know that? Because we ran out of gas on the way to a company picnic. Can you imagine being in the middle of nowhere with a baby and your car runs out of gas? Awful. Thankfully, we were close to a little business owned by a wonderful couple who helped us out. We were so grateful!<br />
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Harper took her first long car trip to visit her grandparents 2 hours away. We packed up what seemed like our whole house for a short weekend trip and Harper did great! Here she is with Big Daddy, her grandfather:<br />
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We have also learned that "blow outs" aka poop explosions happen at the most inconvenient times. Harper had one at Kerby Lane and almost destroyed her car seat. I wish there was a way to throw an entire car seat into the washing machine...<br />
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I am still baking! A lot. A lot more than I should. Here are a few of my most recent creations:<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Smores Bars - <a href="http://www.cookingwithmykid.com/recipes/smores-bars/">Cooking with My Kid</a> </span><br />
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I've seen smores cupcakes, cakes, cookies, but I hadn't seen bars before. I decided to try them out. Whoa. They're really yum. <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Chocolate Crinkle Cookies - <a href="http://www.rodellekitchen.com/our-recipes/chocolate-crinkle-cookies">Rodelle</a></span><br />
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I got some fancy Rodelle Cocoa Powder at the store and browsed through the recipes on their website. Panera Bread makes delicious crinkle cookies, so I decided to try out a crinkle recipe I found. I highly recommend making them. They're different, super easy, and really tasty. <br />
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Summer's almost upon us, and we're looking forward to spending a lot of time at the pool. It's too hot to do anything else! Thanks for sticking with me and my blogging hiatus!<br />
<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637379611848764205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590164166465735937.post-42568828607007775692012-03-11T11:28:00.000-07:002012-03-11T11:32:50.048-07:00The Realities of Parenthood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm so thankful for this blog. For over a year now, it's been a place I can write my thoughts, good or bad. I'm grateful for those who have read it and provided encouragement. I know my thoughts are not always warm and rosy, but I am able to see God's hand in them and feel I've grown tremendously. The thoughts I have on the reality of parenthood are no different. I pray they aren't seen as negative, but rather as new and challenging ways God is changing me and showing me His truths every day. Thanks for reading!</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've written before that I entered into parenthood with a very realistic viewpoint. I knew it would be tough. I knew there would be long, sleepless nights, inconsolable crying, wearing the same outfit 3 days in a row, and much more. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I didn't know it was possible to love a little being so very much. Those little fingers and toes. That little heart beating under my palm as I pat her chest and rock her to sleep. That smile that wipes away the fatigue I'm feeling. The way she seems to literally learn something new, make some new sound, and reach some new milestone each and every day. Not a day goes by that I don't thank God for Harper Grayce or forget what a miracle she is. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Parenthood is hard. Really, really hard.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was only after becoming a parent that I have read more articles on how hard it is. Where were these articles during pregnancy? Here are a few I have appreciated lately:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://momastery.com/blog/2012/01/04/2011-lesson-2-dont-carpe-diem/">Don't Carpe Diem</a> - My favorite quote: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">“It’s helluva hard, isn’t it? You’re a good mom, I can tell. And I like your kids, especially that one peeing in the corner. She’s my favorite. Carry on, warrior. Six hours till bedtime.”</em></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://simplemom.net/an-open-letter-to-first-time-mamas-of-newborns/">An Open Letter to First-Time Mammas of Newborns</a> - </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My Favorite Quote</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">: </span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"<i>You’re doing amazing. Really. Your body just performed what it was made to do, and yet what it did is nothing less than a miracle. You birthed new life. You’re a superhero."</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What makes it so hard? Again, please don't see these points as complaints. They are areas I have discovered my own weaknesses, and I pray my honesty doesn't offend...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. <b>Marriage Struggles</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Harlan and I dated 4 years before we got married, and we're approaching 7 years of marriage. That's 11 years of relationship. We know each other very well, and God has allowed us to walk through some very difficult things as a couple. Infertility allowed us to really seek God's face together, and while it was one of the most trying experiences in my life, it really brought us closer together. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Parenthood puts a very real, and very heavy strain on marriage. Since Harlan works all day and I'm at home with Harper, by the time he gets home, I'm pretty wiped. We have just a few precious hours together, and most of the time they're spent bathing and feeding Harper, cleaning up dinner, and getting Harper to bed. There are times when we have a few minutes alone, and all I can think of is getting in bed and falling fast asleep. It is no longer the two of us. We have another precious life to care for, and right now, that's what we do. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm still full of crazy hormones, and while that's not an excuse, hormones combined with not sleeping more than 4 hours at a time for almost 6 months means I'm a bit edgy. I seem to see faults more than I did before. I'm easily frustrated and more quick to speak. I miss alone time with my love, going to movies, grabbing a spontaneous bite to eat, or even just walking down the street holding hands (not a baby carrier, diaper bag, etc). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The reality is that parenthood is teaching us how to communicate in a whole new way. Now, dates are super special, never taken for granted. Babysitters are sent from heaven as a selfless gift. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The realities of the man I married:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-He stays up late after a whole day of work to feed Harper so I can get some sleep. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-He is quick to forgive and slow to speak. He has a "gentle, teachable spirit which is rare in men these days." Our pastor said that about him on our wedding day. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-On weekends, he insists on taking extra feedings so I can take a bit of a break. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-He is the most amazing man in the world, and yes, he's better than your husband :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The miracle of Harper's birth seems to have wiped away the fact that the year leading up to it was spent trying desperately to get pregnant. As I mentioned above, not a day goes by that I don't thank God for Harper Grayce. However, I have not forgotten the months of ovulation predictor kits, crazy medications, and inner turmoil that came with every negative pregnancy test. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Almost every day, someone says, "Harper does that, but you never know what the next one will do." "Harper doesn't eat well, but the next one might be the best eater ever!" Each time someone says it (and I know they mean NO harm at all), I just crumble inside. Will there be a next one? Can I get pregnant again? It fills me with fear. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have no idea what the future holds. It has been another theme of this blog, in fact. Do I want Harper to have a sibling? More than anything. My sister and I are so close, and I want that so badly for my sweet girl. But...that may not happen.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The realities of "the next one" struggles:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-God knows exactly what I need. If I am able to have more children, He's going to allow that.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-I'm still quite busy with my 5 month old to really start thinking about "the next one".</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-The Deceiver would absolutely love for me to let fear replace my faith that God is in control. I fight against these thoughts every day. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. <b>Me Struggles</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It has often been quoted that parenthood reveals how big of a sinner you really are. So darn true.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At the end of the day, I often think, "Wow. I really blew it today. I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have said that." I approach prayer time in humility, feeling as though I'm just totally failing. Shouldn't I be getting the hang of this by now? All these other moms are taking their infants on airplanes, out camping, volunteering, and seemingly living happy, productive lives. Honestly, there are days Harper has cried ALL DAY, and I am so thankful she's finally asleep! Those thoughts make me feel really guilty! Shouldn't I be treasuring every moment, even the challenging ones?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If I get any alone time, it's typically out getting groceries or running an errand. I finally got a massage last week, but the massage therapist told me my lack of sleep was really taking a toll on my body. She hadn't seen so many knots in the back of someone my age in a long time. Not exactly what I wanted to hear during my time of "relaxation". </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm stubborn. I can't give up pumping, especially since Harper has such bad reflux. Pumping means great nutrition, but it often means saying no when invited out, having to leave early, or stepping out in the middle of something. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The realities of "me" struggles:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-All moms have challenging days. It's ok!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-Comparing myself to other moms is just not okay. What works for them may not work for me. I have no idea what that mom is struggling with. Comparing just shows how insecure I am! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-I've been pumping for almost 6 months. It's a great accomplishment, and Harper's been called "chunky" lately. Chunky? Hallelujah! My teeny girl is healthy and growing thanks to all this pumping! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I could go on. As I said at the beginning of this post, being a parent is just plain tough. Thankfully, God knows this, and He continues to lovingly provide just what I need when I need it. Through BSF, I have learned so much about His lavish love for me, His grace which is sufficient for me. I continue to be blown away by the sacrifice Jesus made for me and my messes.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ephesians 2:4-9: "<span class="Apple-style-span">But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy,</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span">made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved.</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span">And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus,</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span">in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus.</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span">For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span">not by works, so that no one can boast.</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span">For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do."</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thanks be to God!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, yes, I'm struggling. Thankfully, I don't walk alone. I'll leave you with some precious pictures of my sweet miracle, who is truly teaching me what life is really all about!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Finally on a nap schedule - first nap with no tears!</span><br />
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I keep telling myself I can fit blogging in at least every other week. Unfortunately that's just not realistic with a 4-month-old. And can you even believe it? My sweet girl is 4 months old!<br />
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Harper's become quite vocal lately. She makes new sounds every day, but there's one particular sing-songy sound she makes all the time. It's really cute, but it's also the same tone over, and over, and over, and over. And over. Here are a couple of videos that illustrate my point.<br />
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She's also laughing a lot more. We'll pretty much do anything to make her laugh - it's so dang cute! My apologies for the sideways video!<br />
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This time last year, we were just announcing the joyous news that we were pregnant. Now, this sweet child touches my face while I'm feeding her and smiles when we greet her at her crib each morning. She is an undeserved gift - I get choked up just writing about it!<br />
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I'm also very proud to say I made it to 4 months pumping exclusively, and I'm still going! My ultimate goal is 6 months, but making it to 5 would be amazing. I'm able to get between 10-15 ounces of milk during my first pump of the day alone, so I'm still providing more than enough for Harper. It's getting harder to do since she's becoming more active, so I'm not sure how feasible it will be for much longer. I'm going to go as long as I can, though!<br />
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Baking has become more challenging to fit in, and it's not so healthy to have around the house either. I'm really enjoying a new hobby - Headbands! I'm also still looking for ways to bring in a little extra income, so that's where you come in. Check out some of my designs and give me your thoughts. <br />
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Be honest! <b>Leave me a comment with your thoughts and email address</b>, and you could win the headband of your choice below! The winner will chosen randomly and will be announced next Sunday, February 19th.<br />
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Don't have a baby in the house? I can make a headband that fits a newborn, infant, toddler, child, or adult! <br />
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Again, thanks in advance for your honesty! I'm perfectly content making Harper a headband to go with every outfit!<br />
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See you next week for a winner post, as well as some deeper thoughts I have on some of the struggles of new motherhood. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Happy New Year!</span></div>
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As many of you know, 2010 was a year that ended with the loss of our first baby. 2011 brought with it the unbelievable news that we were pregnant, and Harlan and I rang in the new year holding our precious daughter. We are so excited to see what 2012 holds for our new family!<br />
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As usual, I was so blessed by all your comments and encouragements as I poured my heart out about breastfeeding Harper. Thank you so much! I'm proud to say I made it to my goal of giving Harper breast milk until the New Year. And now, a confession...<br />
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I want to keep going.<br />
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I know. I know. That means pumping, pumping, pumping. Over the holidays, the news reported on infant deaths and sick babies due to contaminated formula. The thought of Harper in the hospital is enough to motivate me to try for a little bit longer. My new goal - give her breast milk until she's 4 months.<br />
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Thankfully and miraculously, my supply has increased. I'm able to prepare enough bottles to feed for 24 hours, and have some left over to freeze. Check out my freezer, for crying out loud. If I can't make it to 4 months, it's okay. I'm going to give it a try, though!<br />
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I've been baking, but I've been terrible about posting! I've recently discovered Pinterest, so I'm really looking forward to finding even more fun new recipes to try. Some things I've baked recently:<br />
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<a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/Recipes/Appetizer-Wreath">Appetizer Wreath</a> (Okay, not really baking, but still fun!)<br />
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<a href="http://www.joyofbaking.com/brownietart.html">Brownie Tart</a><br />
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<a href="http://kelseysappleaday.blogspot.com/2011/08/best-ever-chewy-chocolate-chip-cookies.html">Softest, Chewiest Chocolate Chip Cookies</a><br />
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<a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/brookes-best-bombshell-brownies/detail.aspx">Bombshell Brownies</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.recipegirl.com/2007/12/16/chocolate-peppermint-bark-cookies/">Peppermint Bark Cookies</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/335362/caramel-almond-popcorn">Homemade Chocolate and Caramel Popcorn</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Goals for 2012</span></span><br />
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1. <i>Get back in shape after baby.</i> Some people may not want to hear this, but I was still doing P90X, with modifications, at 8.5 months pregnant. Exercising with a newborn is really hard, so I've really been struggling with my post-baby body. My friend Jonni and I started a 5:30am Bootcamp, so I hope it will help me kick things into gear! Yikes!<br />
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2. <i>Start or join a Mom's Group.</i> Do any of you have one you really like? I'd love to join, or let's start one if you don't have one! I'm always so encouraged when I get to talk to other moms! <br />
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3. <i>Be a better wife.</i> Everyone can work on that, right? Harlan's working hard every day so I can be a stay-at-home mom. There's no better gift he can give me, so I want to do my job well too!<br />
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4. <i>Be a better saver. </i> If you know me, you know I absolutely love a bargain and never purchase anything full price. I want to apply that mentality to the grocery store, too! I want to save money wherever I can, so my goal is reducing our grocery bill this year, and stop eating out so much.<br />
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5. <i>Bring in some extra cash. </i> I'd really like to do something really part-time from home to bring in some extra cash for dates, or maybe formula if we have to go there. <br />
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6. <i>Keep the house clean. </i> I'm kind of a neat freak, and having a baby has left my house looking like tornado hit it. Since I stay at home, I want to keep my house looking nice. Much easier said than done.<br />
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7. <i>Commit to BSF</i>. I went through the entire book of Isaiah last year through Bible Study Fellowship. I started the book of Acts right before Harper was born, and with all the breastfeeding issues, I was just able to return. I want to end the study right! <br />
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8. <i>Learn to bake healthy.</i> I love baking, but 2 sticks of butter in each recipe isn't helping my goal of getting back in to shape after having a baby. I'm going to try out some healthy baking recipes and see if they're even edible!<br />
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9. <i>Get more involved at church.</i> My church is enormous, so it's really hard to feel connected. I'm hoping to get more involved since we have a baby now.<br />
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10. <i>Dare I say it - add to our family.</i> I would really love for Harper to have a sibling. I know it sounds crazy to even be talking about it, but since I have struggled with infertility, I'm already praying about it. Who knows if I'll even be able to have a second child. Pray with us!<br />
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Looking forward to the year ahead! I'll leave you with a video of Harper's newest trick: rolling over!<br />
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<i>Below is my personal story on breastfeeding (It's long - sorry!). If this subject doesn't interest you, feel free to skip this post. However, I do hope it's helpful for others who held the same expectations I did... </i><br />
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When my sweet Harper Grayce was born now 2 months ago, she was a lot smaller than we expected. The first few days in the hospital, she was very sleepy, so trying to get her to breastfeed was very challenging. The nurses assured me that all babies were sleepy after birth, and as soon as my milk came in she should be more awake and ready to nurse.<br />
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Day 1 home from the hospital, and my milk still wasn't in. Harper was still a very sleepy baby. Day 2 home - no milk, a baby who slept, never cried when hungry, wouldn't stay awake longer than a few minutes to breastfeed. Day 3, Day 4, Day 5. No milk. Sleeping baby.<br />
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I finally called a lactation consultant. At our first appointment, she confirmed my worst fear. Harper had lost almost a pound, I had no milk, and I was basically starving my sweet little girl. She recommended I take supplements and pump to bring my milk in, and she assured me Harper was just small and needed to get the hang of breastfeeding. Until she was able to get enough on her own, she recommended using an SNS (picture below). While breastfeeding, the little tube is inserted into the baby's mouth, giving them the amount of milk needed without introducing bottles and causing nipple confusion. Sounds neat, huh? NO! Getting a tiny tube into an infant's mouth while breastfeeding is ridiculously difficult. Getting a good latch while using the SNS is seemingly impossible. <br />
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So, we would "breastfeed". Each day, I would pray my milk would come in, try and breastfeed, use the SNS, and pump. This process would take 2 hours to complete, leaving little time to do much, especially sleep, before the next feeding began.<br />
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After 2 weeks of pumping, my milk finally came in. However, Harper still slept all the time, never told me when she was hungry, and fell asleep instantly when I tried to breastfeed. We tried everything: stripping her down to her diaper, using a wet rag, tickling her feet, putting her in front of a fan, playing loud music - nothing would keep her awake to eat.<br />
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We used the SNS for 4 weeks. At the 4 week mark, I had slept very little, and while Harper was gaining weight like a champ and getting nothing but breast milk, I was having a nervous breakdown. I pumped around the clock, never slept, saw no improvement in Harper (this child literally never cries when hungry and sees the breast as a great place for a nap), and didn't know what to do. I cried all the time, questioned God, read way too many online forums on breastfeeding, and became a shell of my former self. <br />
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Why would I go to such lengths? I worked at a pregnancy center. I know how much better breast milk is than formula. I am all about natural birth, and breastfeeding is the most natural, beneficial food you can give your baby. My lactation consultant told me not to give up because that would be best for Harper. I had paid so much money and worked so hard to get my milk to come in. However, no one tells you your baby might not know how to, or show any interest in breastfeeding.<br />
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I got block ducts, <a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/mastitis/DS00678">mastitis</a>, more blocked ducts. I am a pro at figuring out how treat these things without doctor intervention. After 4 weeks and many tears, we finally introduced Harper to the bottle. It was still breast milk, but in a bottle. She LOVED it. Without any effort, milk would just pour into her mouth - what's not to love? I cried as I gave her a bottle and just knew I was thwarting any possibility my child would have at breastfeeding. <br />
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I prayed things would change at 6 weeks. Nope. Now, at almost 10 weeks, Harper still is completely uninterested in working to retrieve milk from me. I still try every day. If I am engorged and milk just pours into her mouth, she eats really well. Otherwise, she just does not care to make the effort.<br />
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I continue to pump, pump, pump. I am so grateful Harper still has exclusively had breast milk for 2.5 months. In order to give her what she needs, I have to pump around the clock, every 3 hours. Do I have control issues? Yes. Once again, giving up control, something that has been the thorn in my side over and over, has been the most difficult thing. Now that Harper needs upwards of 4 ounces at every feeding, my pumping just can't keep up. Soon, I won't be able to provide enough milk and we'll have to introduce formula.<br />
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What bothers me about formula? I've been taught it's a "lesser" food. Babies can't digest it as well. It makes baby poop smell awful. Formula fed babies are 15 times more likely to get sick than breastfed ones. <br />
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To wrap things up:<br />
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1. I've learned that sometimes you can try everything, and some things are just not meant to be.<br />
2. Support your friends. Professionals and friends, meaning well, have told me I'm giving up on important bonding between me and my baby. When you've tried everything, those comments just make you feel like a failure. Listen to your friends, but don't force your opinion. It can really hurt feelings.<br />
3. My new goal is to give Harper exclusively breastmilk until the New Year, or when my supply can't keep up. After that, we'll begin introducing formula, as hard as that is for me!<br />
4. Formula fed babies aren't destined for a life of failure. Whole generations were formula fed and are just fine. My sweet husband had formula after his own mom had trouble breastfeeding, and he's the best guy I know!<br />
5. "In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps." Proverbs 16:9<br />
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Instead of obsessing about breast milk, I want the world to meet my miracle girl. She's smiling, cooing, getting rolls on her legs (a big achievement for our little one), and blows me away every day. It's time to start living, and stop sitting in front of a pump! :)<br />
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I'm just now beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel, now that our Harper is almost 7 weeks old. We've spent her first weeks here trying to figure out breastfeeding, which has been the most challenging thing I have ever experienced. No kidding - more challenging than infertility, natural childbirth, all of it. I'll try and get to that in another post, but for now, I thought I'd introduce you to Harper and her birth story:<br />
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I had a ton of relaxing activities planned for my first week of maternity leave. I had been experiencing pretty strong contractions for about a week, but my doctor's appointment revealed that I wasn't even dilated. I got my hair cut the morning of October 3rd and had plans to continue my freakish nesting obsession by organizing our guest bathroom closet.<br />
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By late afternoon, my normal contractions were getting a bit more noticeable, especially in my back. They would come and go and didn't follow a particular pattern, so I figured they were just more of the same. That evening, however, they started to get more painful and regular in my back. Then, (warning - TMI) I lost my mucus plug. By late that evening, I was uncomfortable. Unfortunately, the majority of the pain was located in my back, which was NOT good. I tried taking a bath, but it didn't really help. I tried exercises we got during birthing class specifically for back labor, but again, not helpful AT ALL. The only thing that brought any relief was rocking on my exercise ball or leaning over with my elbows propped on something.<br />
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At 1am, we finally went to the hospital. As soon as I got in the hospital bed, my contractions, which had been 4-5 minutes apart, lengthened to 7-10 minutes. I was only dilated to 3 centimeters, so we made the decision to go back home. The doctor indicated I was indeed having this baby soon, but I had a lot more laboring to do first.<br />
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Back at home, contractions were intensifying. I wasn't talking much any more, and my goal was making it through the stabbing pain in my back. Harlan was timing contractions, and they seemed to be more like 3-4 minutes apart, so back to the hospital we went. Just 2 hours later, I had dilated to 7.5 centimeters and was entering the most difficult part of labor, transition.<br />
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I spent most of labor rocking on my ball or leaning over my hospital bed. I don't think I really noticed anyone around me until I started feeling the urge to push. I wanted to push NOW. The nurses told me not to push. Any woman who has been in labor will tell you, not pushing is the most horrific thing you've ever experienced. It's not something you feel you have any control over. Finally, after what seemed like hours, I was told I could finally push.<br />
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Pushing is one of the most bizarre, out of body experiences. I kept thinking, "Am I doing this right now?". I think I may have actually asked one of the nurses that very question. I told myself I didn't want to see Harper actually being born through a mirror at the end of the bed, but I ended up using one as a way to make it through each segment of pushing. I made it my goal to get this baby out!<br />
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Pushing was hard. I felt like I had just spent hours at the gym. I was covered in sweat, and I honestly thought my child would never come out. Then, she was crowning (holy cow, that burns like nobody's business), and then they were placing her on my chest. It was the most amazing, surreal, empowering moment. I will never forget the feelings of relief and overwhelming love that came flooding in.<br />
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In all, my labor was about 18 hours (18 hours of back labor - ouch), and I pushed for about 1.5. Harper was 5 pounds, 10 ounces and 19 inches long. I was SHOCKED she was so little - the doctors predicted she would be right at 7 pounds.<br />
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I have never been more in love. In love with my husband, who was the best coach a girl could ask for. He played music, massaged my back, squeezed my hand, and has been the most amazing support over these past few weeks of Harper's life. (You may notice: Harlan didn't quite get all the facial hair off. He has a lovely mustache in the pictures during labor and delivery...)<br />
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My sis acted as my doula, and I must say, she was a life-saver. She kept our families updated and has been such a great help. In fact, we both have the best families. They have made these first weeks of Harper's life much easier for me.<br />
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I love Harper in a way I didn't think possible. She's the most precious little being, and I am forever thankful God saw it fit to allow me to be her mother.<br />
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Harper's been gaining weight like a champ, after losing over a pound due to breastfeeding issues. I plan on trying to update the blog more now that I actually have a few extra minutes, so please come back and visit. I promise I'll try not to brag on my baby girl too much, but she is the sweetest thing in the whole world...<br />
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Friday was my last day of work. I can't tell you how odd that was for me. I know there's a purpose for my leave, but since this baby girl's not here yet, it's a little hard to know what to do with myself. I'm due one week from today! Whoa!<br />
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Here's what I've done this weekend alone:<br />
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1. Reorganized the nursery - again. Pics below!<br />
2. Created a portable changing station for the living room.<br />
3. Cleaned out my closet and took a car-full of stuff to Salvation Army.<br />
4. Bought organizers at the Container Store and reorganized all the pots and pans in my kitchen.<br />
5. Cleaned the whole house from top to bottom. Harlan cleaned fans and the fireplace :)<br />
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I believe this is called nesting. It's out of control. I need help...<br />
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<div style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Fu Manchu</b></span></div><br />
Harlan's face is almost completely hairless! People we don't even know at church have made comments on the change, so we know his facial hair has made a lasting impression. Ladies and Gentlemen, meet the Fu Manchu.<br />
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<div style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>39 Weeks</b></span></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">Back a the beginning of my pregnancy, my mom and I visited a maternity boutique. I tried on a shirt using a fake belly, and I couldn't even imagine ever getting that big. Here's a picture of me then and now at 39 weeks, and I believe I have indeed gotten bigger than that fake belly. </span></span></span></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">In other news, the baby's size is now officially being compared to a watermelon. Please sit and ponder that for a moment or two. </span></span></span><br />
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</div><div style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I was able to leave on my last day of work having baked everyone their favorite dessert. You already saw the Boston Cream Pie and the Italian Cream Cake. Here are the others, in no particular order. Warning: I am so terrible with taking pictures of what I make. Several are iPhone pictures, so I apologize. I promise to do better in the future!</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>For Christi</b>, Office Manager, the <a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/La-Bete-Noire-235831">Black Beast</a>:</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>For Micah</b>, Client Services, <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/314286/pecan-fudge-brownies?czone=food/cookies-cnt/everyday-favorites&backto=true&backtourl=/photogallery/brownie-and-blondie-recipes#slide_9">Pecan Fudge Brownies</a></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><i>Note</i>: I did not get a picture of these, sadly. They were really, really good, and I took them out of the oven a good 6 minutes before they were supposed to come out. It ensured a very fudgy brownie.</span></span></span></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Have you seen a theme yet? God is constantly teaching me how to let go of control of my life. He taught me that in a mighty way when we got pregnant. Now, a week from my due date, I'm left wondering when she'll make her debut. I am beyond fearful of being induced, or heaven forbid, ending up with a C-Section. I pray daily that God would allow my daughter to be brought into the world the way He intended it - free of unnecessary medical interventions. </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><br />
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<div style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Isaiah 41:10 "</b>So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."</span></i></div></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637379611848764205noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590164166465735937.post-41333457409791398192011-09-23T17:43:00.000-07:002011-09-24T09:03:22.475-07:00The HuliheeAfter months with no exposure to the light of day, I can see skin on my husband's face. A chin, to be exact. Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Harlan's new facial hair, lovingly named The Hulihee. <b>Definition</b>: <i>a type of beard distinguished by its fat chops connected at the mustache. In Hawaiian<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hawaiian_language" title="Hawaiian language"></a>, </i><i>Hulihe<span class="okina">ʻ</span>e means “Turn and flee.”</i><br />
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There was some debate on whether he'd be able to keep this style for very long, but he's gotten a lot of positive feedback (mainly of the male persuasion) so he may keep it a week or so. Next up, the Fu Manchu. Come back next week for pictures!<br />
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I'm officially past full term now (almost 38 weeks), so we're anxiously awaiting any signs that she might be ready to come on out! I felt quite the flurry of activity a few nights ago, and it definitely feels like she dropped! I guess time will tell! Here's the ever growing belly:<br />
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<div style="color: #e06666;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Maternity Leave is Right Around the Corner</span></b></div><br />
Next week is my last week of work. When I scheduled this date, what that really meant did not register with me at all.<br />
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What I've discovered about going on maternity leave:<br />
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-I won't be working (Duh.). I can't recall a time I didn't have a job, and even though I'll be a very busy mom very soon, it's still very strange to think about.<br />
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-I will be leaving my family behind (sort of.). As I have been preparing my team for my leave, I have realized I won't be seeing their faces every day. They are like family to me. They walked through infertility, the loss of our first baby, and this pregnancy with me. I didn't realize how hard it would be!<br />
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-I won't be as directly involved with the work I'm so passionate about. While I will always love and support the work <a href="http://www.austinlifecare.com/index.htm">Austin LifeCare</a> does, I won't be involved in the day to day activities anymore. That means I won't see our fabulous, servant-hearted volunteers or our courageous clients. It's very bittersweet!<br />
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So how am I coping with all these changes? I'm baking, of course!<br />
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I asked each staff member to tell me their favorite dessert, and I plan to bake them all before I leave.<br />
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First up, Karen. Karen wanted <span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>Boston Cream Pie</b></span>, which was very exciting since I've never made one! I used 2 different recipes to come up with the final product.<br />
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Cake & Custard: <a href="http://www.joyofbaking.com/BostonCreamPie.html">Joy of Baking</a><br />
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Ganache: <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/gale-gand/boston-cream-pie-recipe/index.html">Food Network</a><br />
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The ganache recipe made WAY too much, so I ended up completely coating the pie with chocolate. I didn't mind the extra chocolate, and I don't think Karen did either. Here it is, along with a picture of Karen enjoying it.<br />
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Next up, <span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #e06666;">Italian Cream Cake</b></span> for my boss, Pam. I used <a href="http://homeiswheretheholmansare.blogspot.com/2010/06/italian-cream-cake.html">this</a> recipe, but honestly, Italian Cream Cake is another one I just don't have a lot of experience with. I typically gravitate toward chocolate things, but I did try a little piece of this and thought it was pretty good. What do you think?<br />
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So here's my list of things to make next week:<br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">Dense, rich chocolate cake</span> - This <a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/La-Bete-Noire-235831">recipe's</a> looking really promising, or maybe <a href="http://www.aminglingoftastes.com/2006/10/flourless-bittersweet-chocolate-cake.html">this</a> one. <br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">Pumpkin Scones</span> - I'll be using the <a href="http://www.momswhothink.com/bread-recipes/starbucks-pumpkin-scones-recipe.html">Starbuck's</a> recipe<br />
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There's a passage I love that perfectly sums up my prayer for my team at work:<br />
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<sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-3848"></sup>"<i>The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the LORD turn his face toward you and give you peace</i>." Numbers 6:24-26 <br />
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We have completed the nursery, but I haven't taken any pictures! Please stop by next week to see the Fu Manchu and the room. We're ready to meet you, little girl!Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637379611848764205noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590164166465735937.post-75403524700118036572011-09-11T13:00:00.000-07:002011-09-11T13:00:04.409-07:00Another Year Older, Another Week Closer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkMNwRHZLNT6Wsv4L9JHBsJT9IC32jrf6M8oYHJejc46imrwCksoH_h_t19lhfJOVw5Cx3cZQ9ohuvv0nCS9NQrdrfbowX1ye7Q3jj5wdCMR3ixjOVjXstVLuvB_MmemgysAzdvSZQ-g/s1600/scared_woman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkMNwRHZLNT6Wsv4L9JHBsJT9IC32jrf6M8oYHJejc46imrwCksoH_h_t19lhfJOVw5Cx3cZQ9ohuvv0nCS9NQrdrfbowX1ye7Q3jj5wdCMR3ixjOVjXstVLuvB_MmemgysAzdvSZQ-g/s320/scared_woman.jpg" width="215" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #e06666;">THIRTY IS LOOMING</b></span><br />
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I have one year left of my 20s. My friends love to give me a hard time about this. I am, and have been terrified of turning 30 for the last 10 years. I remember turning 20 and feeling like my life was basically over. My friends couldn't believe I was even thinking about 30 when I was just barely 20... <br />
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Now, I know. There's nothing wrong with 30. I will turn 30 next year, whether I like it or not. In the meantime, I'm soaking up my 29th year and welcoming our baby girl in just a few weeks!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #e06666;">Belly and Beard </b></span><br />
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I am now in my 36th week of pregnancy. Harlan took my picture, and I must say, I am huge. Everywhere I go, everyone says, "You're so tiny!" The doctor says I have a "little peanut" and that she'll most likely weigh just at 7 pounds when she's born. I can't even imagine what I'd look like if I was carrying a nine pounder! Here's what my belly's been up to:<br />
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Harlan's beard has an expiration date. His birthday's coming up in a few weeks, and he's promised he's going to begin the process of shaving off his beard. He plans to try out some of <a href="http://www.dyers.org/blog/beards/beard-types/">these styles</a> as he shaves it off. Get ready for lots of pictures! In the meantime, here's the beard in all its red glory:<br />
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<b style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: large;">A Break In the Heat Wave </span></b><br />
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After a record-setting number of days above 100 degrees, we got some temperatures in the 90s last week. Mornings were starting off in the 60s. It. was. glorious. However, as exciting as cooler temps were, Texas was simultaneously being ravaged by wildfires. Even as I type, the largest fire in Bastrop is only 50% contained.<br />
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I know there's got to be at least one family expecting a baby soon who have lost their home. It is so, so sad to think about the number of people who have lost their homes, possessions, memories. Please, Lord, send rain. We need it so very desperately.<br />
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Here's just one of the awful pics taken by Jay from the Austin American Statesman:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #e06666;">Fall is in the Air</b></span><br />
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Fall is one of my favorite times of year. I think I love it because Texas doesn't really have a Fall, per say. However, I love pumpkins, warm drinks, fires, boots, and all the other things that <i>should</i> come with Fall. Since Baby Elam is due as Fall begins, I know I may take a little hiatus from the Fall baking I also love. To make up for that, I've decided to start Fall baking now! <br />
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First Up - <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/314036/pumpkin-swirl-brownies?czone=food/thanksgiving-center/thanksgiving-center-dessert&backto=true&backtourl=/photogallery/pumpkin-desserts#slide_20">Martha's</a> Pumpkin Swirl Brownies<br />
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<div class="item-list"><ul class="content-multigroup-group-ingredient"><li class="ingredient first"> <span style="color: #e06666;">8 tablespoons (1 stick) unsalted butter, plus more for pan</span></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="color: #e06666;"> 6 ounces bittersweet chocolate, chopped</li>
<li class="ingredient" style="color: #e06666;"> 2 cups all-purpose flour</li>
<li class="ingredient" style="color: #e06666;"> 1 teaspoon baking powder</li>
<li class="ingredient" style="color: #e06666;"> 1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper</li>
<li class="ingredient" style="color: #e06666;"> 1/2 teaspoon salt</li>
<li class="ingredient" style="color: #e06666;"> 1 3/4 cups sugar</li>
<li class="ingredient" style="color: #e06666;"> 4 large eggs</li>
<li class="ingredient" style="color: #e06666;"> 1 tablespoon pure vanilla extract</li>
<li class="ingredient" style="color: #e06666;"> 1 1/4 cups solid-pack pumpkin</li>
<li class="ingredient" style="color: #e06666;"> 1/4 cup vegetable oil</li>
<li class="ingredient" style="color: #e06666;"> 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon</li>
<li class="ingredient" style="color: #e06666;"> 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg</li>
<li class="ingredient last" style="color: #e06666;"> 1/2 cup chopped hazelnuts or other nuts</li>
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<li class="step"> Melt chocolate and butter in a heatproof bowl set over a pan of simmering water, stirring occasionally until smooth.<br />
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<li class="step"> Whisk together flour, baking powder, cayenne, and salt in a large bowl; set aside. Put sugar, eggs, and vanilla in the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment; beat until fluffy and well combined, 3 to 5 minutes. Beat in flour mixture.<br />
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<li class="step"> Divide batter between two medium bowls (about 2 cups per bowl). Stir chocolate mixture into one bowl. In other bowl, stir in pumpkin, oil, cinnamon, and nutmeg. Transfer half of chocolate batter to prepared pan smoothing top with a rubber spatula. Top with half of pumpkin batter. Repeat to make one more chocolate layer and one more pumpkin layer. Work quickly so batters don't set.<br />
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<li class="step"> With a small spatula or a table knife, gently swirl the two batters to create a marbled effect. Sprinkle with nuts.<br />
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<li class="step last"> Bake until set, 40 to 45 minutes. Let cool in pan on a wire rack. Cut into 16 squares.<br />
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</ol></div></div>I'm taking these to several neighbors who gave me thoughtful baby gifts recently. Hope they like them!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Labor is Looming </span></b></span><br />
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There has never been a time I have known more fully how much I need God. As labor approaches (yes, I'm still planning on an unmedicated, natural birth), I know that I absolutely cannot not do it without Him. <br />
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John 16:21 (The Message) says, "When a woman gives birth, she has a hard time, there's no getting around it. But when the baby is born, there is joy in the birth. This new life in the world wipes out memory of the pain."<br />
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How incredible is that? I have talked to so many women who say that very thing. They don't remember the pain because of the amazing joy that follows. I could not be more excited to hold my baby girl soon...<br />
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</b></span></div><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>Amazing Chia-Pet style beard trimming coming up soon! You don't want to miss it!</b></span>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637379611848764205noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590164166465735937.post-3923875920191720862011-08-25T19:44:00.000-07:002011-08-25T19:49:06.445-07:00Breaking Records at 34 Weeks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://blogs.kxan.com/files/2011/08/Hot-Thermometer2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://blogs.kxan.com/files/2011/08/Hot-Thermometer2.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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It's official, Austinites. Hottest summer on record. I just wanted to say it...<br />
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If you're having a hard time taking my word for it, just read <a href="http://austin.ynn.com/content/top_stories/280140/it-s-official--this-is-the-hottest-summer-in-austin-s-history">this</a> article. Want the short version? Here's my favorite quote:<br />
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"Austin has seen 70 days in triple digit temperatures so far this year, nudging past the previous record of 69 set in 1925. With a week left in August and the rest of the year to go, we’re likely to make this record tough to beat."<br />
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*<i>Sigh</i>...<br />
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<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">34 Weeks Pregnant </span></b><br />
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This week, baby girl has graduated to the size of a cantaloupe. On some websites, there's only one fruit size left (queue Jaws music) - A WATERMELON. Please take a moment to wrap your mind around that. I've taken many moments, and I still just can't quite go there.<br />
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<b>Thoughts at 34 weeks:</b><br />
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-I put on socks a whole new way. Picture me rolling on to my back with feet in the air to put on socks. Not a pretty picture, people.<br />
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-I would very much like to clean every single portion of my house from top to bottom, as well as reorganize every kitchen cabinet and closet. I lie awake thinking about it at night.<br />
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-I like Babys R Us even less than last week. Don't ask...<br />
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-My husband is joining beard clubs and watching YouTube videos about beard competitions. I'm beginning to fear he's falling in love with his beard and I may never see his face again. <br />
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-I get to celebrate my sweet friend Jonni this weekend by throwing her a shower for her baby boy or girl. Rest assured, there will be cupcakes involved. For the record, I firmly believe she's having a boy. I believe Jonni will have a house full of boys in a few years!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #e06666;">Coconut Pie - Fail</b></span><br />
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I have discovered that it is indeed possible to have too much coconut in a dessert. I am also disappointed to report that my pie turned out nothing like the pie I had at Z' Tejas.<br />
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I ended up using the custard recipe from Cakespy.com. I will definitely use it again - it was delicious! The pie crust from Allrecipes was also yummy. However, combined together, there was just too much coconut. A buttery pie crust would have been a much better balance with the custard I used, so I plan on trying it in the future.<br />
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I topped my pie with my own creation: Coconut Vanilla Whipped Cream. Then, I toasted coconut, sprinkled it on top, and drizzled the pie with chocolate. Think I put enough coconut in this pie? Major overkill...<br />
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Here's how it looked:<br />
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<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Baking with Green Chiles</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's hatch green chile season in Texas, so the grocery stores are brimming with them. Outside of Central Market last week, there was a guy roasting green chiles, so we couldn't resist picking some up. Central Market also had a great iPhone app with all sorts of ways to cook or bake with green chiles, so I'm going for it! I'm going to make...</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hatch Green Chile Cupcakes!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">Some of you might think this is a little too "out there", but I just have to try it. Here's the recipe, which by the way, almost won in Central Market's contest last year:</span></span></span><br />
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<div style="color: #e06666;"><b>Ingredients</b></div><div style="margin-top: 10px;"><table border="0" cellspacing="0" id="ctl00_plcMain_CMSEditableRegion2_ctl00_dlIngredients" style="border-collapse: collapse;"> <tbody>
<tr> <td>3 cups flour </td> </tr>
<tr> <td>3 cups sugar </td> </tr>
<tr> <td>1 tsp salt </td> </tr>
<tr> <td>1 tbsp baking soda </td> </tr>
<tr> <td>1 tbsp Saigon cinnamon </td> </tr>
<tr> <td>1 13.6 oz can unsweetened coconut milk </td> </tr>
<tr> <td>1 8 oz can crushed pineapple, drained </td> </tr>
<tr> <td>1 1/2 cups Smart Balance omega oil </td> </tr>
<tr> <td>4 eggs </td> </tr>
<tr> <td>2 tsp vanilla extract </td> </tr>
<tr> <td>1 1/3 cup roasted Hatch chiles, peeled, seeded and diced </td> </tr>
<tr> <td>Cream cheese frosting or powdered sugar </td> </tr>
</tbody></table></div><hr class="RecipeDotedLineHR" /><h3 style="color: #e06666; font-size: 16px; line-height: 16px;">Cooking Instructions</h3><div style="margin-top: 10px;"><span id="ctl00_plcMain_CMSEditableRegion2_ctl00_lblPreparation">Preheat oven to 350. Lightly grease muffin tins or fill with paper baking cups. <br />
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Mix together dry ingredients in a small bowl; set aside. In a large bowl, mix together oil, eggs, vanilla and coconut milk. Slowly mix in dry ingredients until well combined. Fold in pineapple and chiles. <br />
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Fill cups 2/3 full. Bake for 25 minutes or until done. Remove from oven and set aside to cool. Frost with your favorite cream cheese icing or dust with powdered sugar. </span></div><div style="margin-top: 10px;"><span id="ctl00_plcMain_CMSEditableRegion2_ctl00_lblPreparation"></span><span id="ctl00_plcMain_CMSEditableRegion2_ctl00_lblPreparation"> </span></div><div style="margin-top: 10px;"><span id="ctl00_plcMain_CMSEditableRegion2_ctl00_lblPreparation"></span><span id="ctl00_plcMain_CMSEditableRegion2_ctl00_lblPreparation">I can't wait to see how they turn out! To check out all the spicy recipes, go to the Central Market <a href="http://www.centralmarket.com/default.aspx">website</a>!</span></div><br />
<div style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>What I'm Learning This Week</b></span></div><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></span>Trust in Him at all times, O people; Pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us." Psalm 62:8<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span> Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637379611848764205noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590164166465735937.post-13992238834292496752011-08-17T17:05:00.000-07:002011-08-17T17:41:39.842-07:00Maternity Photo ShootWe had a great time with Tanya from <a href="http://cozyimpressionsphotography.com/blog/">Cozy Impressions Photography </a>last weekend. We went around to a bunch of spots on South Congress, one of my favorite parts of town. If you'd like to check out the pictures, <a href="http://cozyimpressionsphotography.com/Elam/">go here.</a> Check them out quickly - the slide show expires August 23rd!<br />
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Tanya will be photographing our baby girl just days after she's born, and again at 6 and 12 months. I had something like this in mind for her "on camera" outfit:<br />
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Who can resist ruffle-butt bloomers? Have mercy...<br />
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<div style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Peanut Butter Surprises - Success!</b></span></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thank you, <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/315766/peanut-butter-surprises">Martha</a>, for yet another successful recipe. If you like Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, you'll love these cookies. A lot. I found them fairly easy to make, but as you can see, mine didn't show off the peanut butter surprise nearly as well as Martha's. I packed as much peanut butter in there as I could without it becoming a part of the chocolate. Overall, this would be a great homemade gift at Christmas or when you're in desperate need for a chocolate fix. </span></span></span><br />
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A few years ago, Harlan and I celebrated a friend's birthday at <a href="http://tempe.ztejas.com/">Z' Tejas</a>. That night, I had the MOST delicious Coconut Cream Pie I've ever had. The chef doesn't make it all the time, and the recipe varies from location to location (I tried it at another one, and I was very disappointed). Ever since, I've wondered how to make it. Before trying this pie, the only coconut cream pie I had was at Luby's Cafeteria. Not high on my list of desserts to eat. <br />
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What made this pie special:<br />
- Coconut Crust - The crust of this pie was almost chewy, cookie-like, and made completely of coconut. <br />
- Flavor - The pie just oozed coconut flavor. Some coconut cream pies taste more like pastry cream than coconut.<br />
- Other - You know that nameless factor some things have that you can't quite put your finger on? This pie had it!<br />
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And so, I've been on the hunt. Shame on you, recipe writers, for using store-bought pie crusts with your coconut pies. Once you've had that coconut crust, you cannot eat this pie with a store-bought crust. I've now been forced to piece together a pie that may or may not even compare to Z' Tejas. Only time will tell!<br />
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For the crust: <a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/coconut-crust/detail.aspx">Allrecipes</a> has a crust recipe that sounds just like the one I had, and check out the ingredients:<br />
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<i>1.5 cups flaked coconut</i><br />
<i>Butter</i><br />
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For the filling: I don't know! I can't seem to find one I'm really happy with. Here's a few I'm considering:<br />
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<a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/emeril-lagasse/best-ever-coconut-cream-pie-recipe/index.html">Emerils's Best Ever Coconut Cream Pie</a> <br />
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<a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Coconut-Cream-Pie-107115">Epicurious' Coconut Cream Pie</a><br />
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<a href="http://bakingbites.com/2008/01/coconut-cream-pie/">Baking Bites Coconut Cream Pie</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.cakespy.com/blog-old/2008/4/16/coconut-dream-a-love-affair-with-tom-douglas-legendary-cocon.html">Cakespy.com Coconut Cream Pie</a><br />
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I'll let you know how it turns out!<br />
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<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Did You Know?</span></b><br />
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*There are 53 days left until my due date. FIFTY THREE DAYS!<br />
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*The baby weighs as much as a jicama. That's 3.75 lbs, for those of you who haven't been weighing your jicamas lately. By the way, what's a jicama?<br />
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* I have learned that, when in pain, breathing actually does help a lot. Now I just have to remember to do it when in labor...<br />
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*I don't like Babys R Us, and this baby's not even here yet. Their coupons really only work on maybe 2 items, and they're rarely the ones I need. There's more, but I'd have to write a novel to cover it...<br />
Anyone else not a fan?<br />
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*My husband turns the lamp on in our baby girl's nursery every night when it gets dark. Is he not the most precious ever?<br />
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More fun, useless facts next week!<br />
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