Post-it #149

 We went to a ward Christmas party in December and the kids got to meet Santa. They were a pain, to be honest. William did okay, Morgan was obstinately grumpy, Owen had to be held there by both Santa and his wife, Lydia was full of water works, and Alli was a peach.

Post-it #148

Here are a couple photos to show you Lydia's fashion sense. 

Post-it #147

One day David decided to make pancakes using a frosting bag thing that I know has a name but I can't think of it right now. He let me play, too. So you're looking at our breakfast one morning. It was fun, but a lot of work so even though the kids often request these kinds of pancakes we haven't repeated it.

Post-it # 146

Somtime last year David used his lathe to make this little lamp. We use it in our bedroom all the time. But it started as a block of wood.

138th Passage

We had some Thanksgiving dinners. I only got pictures from the Martin family gathering.

David brought some of his bows and the one with the lightest pull weight he let Morgan and William try.

 The boy cousins out number the girl cousins, so the girlies have to stick together.

The boys played more rough on the trampoline.

 We played our traditional game of football. Harder to do when your fat and old and out of shape.

 Here is the kids table. I promise there is room for Owen, he was making a choice to not sit at the table right then. But I don't know what we'll do when more kids come along!

Post-it #245

Flowers from David I believe from Dec. 4, 2014

Open Letter to Pregnant Mother's

                Dear Pregnant Mother,

                You have life growing inside of you. Isn’t it weird to think about? Without any effort on our parts, we can nourish, protect, and grow a life inside of us. I’m guessing that as amazing as that sounds, it really doesn’t feel amazing. You don’t feel amazing. I never do. I feel tired. Oh, so tired! The nausea, heartburn, grumpiness, etc. might make for very un-amazing feelings.

                Do you also feel unprepared? You may have dreamed of this moment, but now that it’s come you feel the weight of the responsibility resting on you. Maybe you’ve dreamed of this moment, but it came at the wrong time. Perhaps you’ve never dreamed of this moment at all, but it’s here anyway. A baby is a big deal. Your body will change and maybe never be the same again. Being a mother can be a life-long change. It’s scary, being a pregnant mother. We don’t usually feel like a mother right at first since the only noticeable changes are fatigue, morning sickness, or maybe nothing. But we are mothers the moment we conceive because the moment we conceive a baby starts to form.

                I’ve had these scary, unprepared, excited, magical feelings eight times. I’ve conceived eight babies but I only have three children. My body isn’t very good at providing my babies with what they need to grow and live, as much as I want to provide that. Mothers instinctively want to do anything and everything to protect and provide for their young. Babies are so dependent upon us; they need us for everything:  food, shelter, warmth, cleanliness, love, both inside the womb and out. It’s a big job, but when we do it, nothing can cause more fulfillment.

                The last time I conceived a child I had an early ultra-sound. At only 7 weeks gestation the baby inside of me had a strong heartbeat. He was growing right on schedule and everything looked great.

 Just a month later, at 11 weeks, I had another ultrasound. It was immediately clear that the baby had grown. Did you know that the ability to grow and change is a defining attribute of life? If it grows and changes it is considered alive; from plants, to animals, to bacteria. My baby was thriving in his short life. I had to smile as his little arms and legs kicked and squirmed during the ultra-sound. The tech had a hard time getting a heartbeat (which was once again healthy) because he was so active. I couldn’t feel him, but he could feel the pressure of the ultrasound wand and was reacting to it. Have you had the chance to see your baby yet? I’d say that is another life changing experience: to see the tiny life inside of you. You may not feel it yet, but there it is.

                At thirteen weeks I had another appointment. When my doctor was unable to get a heartbeat on the Doppler I was sent for another ultrasound. This time, though my baby had grown, he was not moving. There was no fluttering heartbeat. He had died. We use the heartbeat to measure life in people. When the heart stops beating we are pronounced dead. The same goes with a baby in the womb. He was alive for thirteen weeks. He had a heartbeat. He grew and changed. I don’t know why his heart stopped beating, but it did, which caused his death.  I like to think that it was a painless death, but it’s possible that he felt the fear and pain associated with a failing body.

                I hope you never have to experience the death of your child. Even at this early stage the death of your baby is real and heartbreaking. You will feel the grief. I hope that the baby you are protecting within you will continue to grow and thrive. I hope you get to feel the fulfillment of knowing that because of you a new person was able to form and have life. Because of your shelter, nourishment, and protection your child can live.

                I delivered this baby a couple of weeks after the ultrasound. Did you know that at only thirteen weeks your baby will have all of his or her fingers and toes? My baby was tiny but already clearly a human child. He was only forming for three months but he already had gender; identity.  My baby wasn’t ready to be born yet. His body still needed the life-giving miracle that can only be received inside the womb of his mother.  Chances are that your body will be able to give that to your baby. He needs you. She needs you. You might choose to be the mother for just the important first nine months when only you can provide your baby with what he or she needs. Maybe another mother will take over with the care and protection and love after that, and that’s fine. You can still feel the fulfillment of knowing you gave that precious baby the gift of life. You can choose life over death.  What a wonderful choice! What a wonderful gift that only a mother can give.

                So, Expectant Mother, good luck. I know it can be tiring, painful, and frightening, but know that it can also be amazing, magical, and incredibly fulfilling. Being a mother is a gift. Please give that gift.

                Sincerely,

                A Mother