Saturday, January 28, 2012

Adventures os a New Mom - The Rattle

Our little angel has started responding to the rattle. You shake it and he looks for the source of the noise. Then we hold it 8 to 12 inches from his face and slowly move it. He follows it with his eyes and smirks. I squeal with delight. This morning when I shook the rattle he started making noises and kicking his arms and legs. This is one of the most rewarding parts of being a mom. Truly seeing tangible progress in my child's development. We have also had 2 nights in a row with only 2 feeding requests through the night, which means Mom gets more sleep. Thank you Jesus. Happy Saturday everyone! I am off to a girl's brunch followed by a massive game of UNO at our house tonight. Life is gooood. ~Mama Lo~

Friday, January 27, 2012

Tag - You're It!

I was tagged by Megan at http://theroadtoskinnymegan.blogspot.com

The Rules:
1. Post these rules
2. You must post 11 random things about yourself
3. Answer the questions set for you in their post
4. Create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer
5. Go to their blog and tell them you’ve tagged them

11 Random Things About Me:

1.      I’m a decent singer, but I will only sing publicly for an audience in church.

2.      When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a business woman living in the city making lots of money. I had no desire to get married or have kids. Heh heh.

3.      I never ran a full mile without walking until 2 years ago. I HATED running the mile in gym class.

4.      I have colored my hair since I was 14. My hair color has never stayed the same since for longer than a year.

5.      My husband and I dated in high school a couple of times before we became official. He took too long to “ask me out” so I dated another boy to make him jealous. (And it worked.)

6.      The one thing that finally motivated me to get into fitness and learn how to eat healthy was my girls on the 20’s board.

7.      I’ve worked at the same place since high school. They put me through college and have promoted me to a rewarding career.

8.      I am deathly afraid of spiders, clowns, and drowning/burning to death. In that order.

9.      I don’t casually shop on a weekly basis, but rather go on huge shopping sprees every once in a while. It isn’t unusual for me to buy an entire year’s wardrobe in one trip.

10.  I made a vow not to tan again (unless I have to build a base for a beach vacation) when my uncle got cancer. My family has a high frequency of cancer and I am just too vulnerable.

11.  I was once offered a job at a strip club. I was wearing a long sleeve t-shirt, hat, and jeans. I have no idea why I was offered a job.


 
11 Questions for Me to Answer:

1. Did you have a blankie/stuffed animal as a little kid? Do you still have it/sleep with it?
I had a baby blanket that my old family dog adopted. (Much like she did most of my possessions.) I had a “dolly” named Joy whom I adored. She was a cabbage patch doll.

2. If you could live in a different era, which would it be.
When I think of living in an era, I think of music. I would love to visit the 1950’s blues era and hang out in some clubs listening to the legends.

3. What was your favorite subject in school?
English

4. What is one fitness goal on your bucket list?
Run a half marathon (MAYBE a marathon)

5. One food you can't stand.
Beef Ravioli. The smell makes me gag.

6. Tell me about your first kiss.
I was 5 or 6 and kissed Timmy Hanson behind the bushes. J
7. Favorite author?
The only one I read a lot of is Ted Dekker. Everyone else is a book or series here and there.

8. Who cooks the meals in your house?
Me

9. Favorite movie as a little kid?
Little Mermaid or Beauty and the Beast

10. Do you keep your bread in the fridge or on the counter?
Pantry

11. What's your favorite color?
Black

New questions for those people I’m tagging:

1.       What is your favorite meal of all time?

2.      Think back to the very first thing you can remember. How old were you?

3.      What is your favorite song of the moment?

4.      Name your favorite form of exercise.

5.      If you had endless cash, what would you do for a living?

6.      Name one female who inspires you and why.

7.      What is your favorite trait about yourself?

8.      What is your least favorite trait about yourself?

9.      If you had a choice between lying in a bucket of snakes or eating animal organs in a strange country, which would you choose?

10.   If you had a chance to volunteer in one country, where would you go?

11.    Name one reason you are proud of yourself today.

Now it's your turn!
Amanda: http://ajswlj.blogspot.com/
Amy: http://brandnewhoosier.blogspot.com/
All of the above: http://alittlebit-o-life.blogspot.com/
Julia: http://www.theboskyblog.com/
Allison: http://sentimentsofaslone.blogspot.com/
Diana: http://dianasdailydish.blogspot.com/
Cassie: http://www.bluejeansflipflopsblog.com/
Emily: http://skinnyjeans-fatwallet.blogspot.com/
Katy: http://kstephens28.blogspot.com/
Jess @ Being Mrs. Beer
From Foodie 2 Cutie: http://foodie2cutie.blogspot.com/

Thrifty Cooking - Turkey Pot Pie

Thanksgiving was held at my home this year for something like 20 people. Because I was extremely pregnant and had no desire to travel to four different homes for Thanksgiving, we asked everyone to come to us. My 80 year old grandfather even came, and he prepared the turkey as usual. Since the festivities were at my house, I was left with a majority of the leftovers. Including the turkey. I'm not one to make turkey sandwiches for a week after Thanksgiving. In fact, the flavor of plain old leftover turkey doesn't appeal to my taste buds at all. With that in mind, I decided to freeze the turkey I had and save it for a day when I felt like cooking again.

While I am exhausted with a newborn, I am finding that cooking is the one thing I do for me right now. I ate a lot of yucky processed food while I was pregnant. In fact, Daddy Lo and I ate out for a majority of our meals, which is why we both have 30 pounds to lose. :) Now I'm really enjoying the hour of cooking most nights, as well as the delicious home cooked flavors.

As I pondered what to do with the turkey, I ran through the options. Turkey soup, turkey and noodles, turkey melts, etc. Then I came across turkey pot pie on allrecipes.com and thought now THIS is something I could make fairly healthy and appeal to my taste buds.

Source: http://allrecipes.com/recipe/turkey-pot-pie/detail.aspx

Here it is with my modifications.

Ingredients
  • 1 recipe pastry for a (9 inch) double crust pie (purchased for under $1 from Aldi)
  • 4 tablespoons butter (Used Can't believe it's not butter)
  • 1 small onion, minced
  • 1-2 cups frozen vegetables
  • 3 tablespoons dried parsley
  • 1 teaspoon dried oregano
  • salt and pepper to taste
  • 2 cubes chicken bouillon
  • 2 cups water
  • 2 small potatoes, peeled and cubed
  • 1 1/2 cups cooked turkey, cubed
  • 3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
  • 1/2 cup milk

Directions

  1. Preheat oven to 425 degrees F (220 degrees C). Roll out bottom pie crust and place in the 10 inch pie pan and set aside.
  2. Place 2 tablespoons of the butter in a large skillet. Add the onion, vegetables, parsley, oregano, salt and pepper. Cook and stir until the vegetables are soft. Stir in the bouillon and water. Bring mixture to a boil. Stir in the potatoes, and cook until tender but still firm.
  3. In a medium saucepan, melt the remaining 2 tablespoons butter. Stir in the turkey and flour. Add the milk, and heat through. Stir the turkey mixture into the vegetable mixture, and cook until thickened. Pour mixture into the unbaked pie shell. Roll out the top crust, and place on top of filling. Flute edges, and make 4 slits in the top crust to let out steam.
  4. Bake in the preheated oven for 15 minutes.
 
My Review: This was good and has a lot of potential to be better. It definitely needs more seasoning. Perhaps some sage and thyme. It also needs a little bit more gravy (flour and milk) for my liking. Overall though, it was good and I will definitely make it again. I have a lot of chicken in my freezer, so I will boil some chicken breasts and make chicken pot pie next.
 
I used up the leftover turkey and spent under $1 on the pie crusts and under $1 on the frozen vegetables. Everything else could be found in my pantry and refrigerator.
 

 
~Mama Lo~

Adventures of a New Mom - Babies are FUN!

Babies are fun for a lot of reasons, and from what I understand the fun increases each day and month.

This last week has been the week where sleep deprivation finally gets to me, and Baby Lo doesn't want to sleep when I want him to sleep. Then I remember that I work for him. Not the other way around. Still, between the hours of 8:00 and 11:00pm, I hit a wall and become frustrated. Some nights I get 6 hours of sleep, some nights I get 3.

With the help of coffee and Miley Cyrus, I wake up and bring some fun into our lives. Case in point: Baby Lo and I danced in the living room for 30 minutes to "Party in the USA" on repeat. He was wide eyed, facing out from my body, and taking in the sounds, movements and different shapes of the house. Sight won't really come for a while, but he can focus on objects 8 to 12 inches away, and the shadows of large shapes intrigue him. Dancing with baby = calorie burn and FUN!

Baby Lo also makes hilarious noises, facial expressions, and farts like a grown man. I am so proud. The day I get to teach him how to chug root beer and burp obnoxiously will be one of pure joy.

We are working on tummy time to build shoulder and neck strength. He has a very strong neck, and he can lift it quite well. Oddly enough, when I put him on the floor he does it once, and then lies there wondering why the hell I've placed him on his tummy on the floor. However, if I lay down with his tummy on my chest, he lifts and moves his head all over the place searching for my face. These actions only prove to me that he is going to be just like me. I walk with purpose, act with purpose, I don't do things for no reason. Smart kid. :)

I find myself looking forward to things in the future on a daily basis, and I try my best to only allow those thoughts for a few minutes. We only have 7 more weeks together before I return to work, and it is so important that I focus on and enjoy the present experience. I love this kid so much, and I am so incredibly happy for all of my expecting mom's in the virtual and real world.




~Mama Lo~

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Adventures of a New Mom - Surviving a Mall Shooting

Totally normal title, right? Alright, maybe not.

Daddy Lo, Baby Lo, and Mama Lo decided to go to Sears over the weekend to purchase a new treadmill. They were on sale, and I am going a bit stir crazy inside without a little activity. Until my 6 week appointment I can't do much, but I can walk. I digress.

This post is about a shooting. Sears is located in the Independence Center, and we were there on Saturday when a shooting happened. We scoped out the treadmills and decided to think about it while we walked around for a bit. Daddy Lo wanted to look for some shoes, and we visited a friend working at a men's clothing store. I hadn't been to the center in quite a while, especially on the weekend. The place was PACKED, and something felt off. After a lap of weaving in and out of fellow shoppers, we returned to Sears and made our purchase.

As we finished our transaction, Baby Lo started fussing and needed a diaper change. I took him to the women's restroom to change him, and just as I finished up a woman left the restroom and I heard my husband's voice. "Is there anyone else in there besides my wife and baby?" He entered the restroom and said, "There's a shooting in the mall. We have to go."

Mother's instinct is a funny thing. I didn't even think to put him in his car seat or even mess with the stroller. I didn't even really consider what my husband might want to do. I scooped my baby up, and I was out the door. I held him tight in my arms, hand over his head, and walked him straight to the car. People were running out of Sears and other entrances of the mall, and there were cars forming lines at all exits.

Once we were out of the parking lot, we phoned our friend who was working at the mall to make sure he was okay. He was fine, but he was on lockdown in the back of his store. Later he informed us what had happened.

As it turns out, an argument broke out in Sears on the lower level (we were above them), and when the parties exited the store someone pulled out a gun and shot two people. The people shot were believed to be involved in the argument.

My stomach turned when I found out they were below us. I am so very grateful my family is okay, and my husband and I are trying our best as new parents not to let this keep our child locked up for the next 25 or 30 years. We will, however, be a bit more cautious about when and where we frequent businesses from now on.

As strange as it may seem, I'd like my readers to say a prayer for the shooters and the people who were shot. I don't know what the fight was about, I don't know what kind of lives any of them lead, but they are on a sad path. I hope they can find a way to God, and I hope violence isn't their answer in the future. I am also saying a prayer of thanks that nobody else was hurt.

This is the latest article about the shooting: http://fox4kc.com/2012/01/17/police-question-person-about-independence-center-shooting/

~Mama Lo~

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Adventures of a New Mom - Babies are Gross

Babies are many things: sweet, soft, smelly, noisy, gross, beautiful, perfect, frustrating, confusing, hilarious, etc.

Today's story celebrates how gross babies are. Let me preface this by saying that I am convinced God gives them soft, perfect skin that smells like flowers in the beginning so we don't return them to the hospital and ask for a refund. Actually, there are a lot of joys in those first days that babies quickly grow out of. I'm convinced God does all of this with purpose.

Did you know for the first 24 hours of a baby's life, he can actually thrive just fine without eating? When he does eat (if you are nursing), he is only eating a little bit of colostrum, as you don't start producing milk for a few days. The smell of your baby's breath is so sweet after he eats, you start thinking of patenting a new milk scented perfume. At 3 weeks, that sweet milk breath is gone. I've begun supplementing a little bit with formula, but still feed him breast milk a majority of the time. Formula smells terrible, and the matured milk is now watered down and holds no scent.

For whatever reason, I agreed to take Baby Lo to the DMV and license our new vehicle today. I drove to location 1 and couldn't even locate a parking spot. If I can't park, I can't imagine dragging a car seat through whatever line there must be. Location 2 had seats anyway, so away we went. Baby Lo had gone about 3 hours since eating by the time I reached location 2, and he was still being very good and sleeping. He began fussing a little bit in the DMV, but for the most part remained asleep. I waited my turn, made my way to the top of the list, only to find out we were missing an inspection document. OY.

Of COURSE when I took BabyLo to the car, he began crying and screaming, so I had to pull over in a parking lot and mix up a bottle of formula. I fed him a little bit, and it came RIGHT back up. Uh oh. I pulled him out of his car seat and began the burping process. Much to my dismay, he projectile vomited all over himself...and me. I was sitting in the back seat of our Denali, on the floor, covered in fresh regurgitated formula, and staring at a screaming 3 week old in awe. Where did all of that come from? How does a little person achieve such spewing distance?

Enter CrazyLo (yep, she's still alive and thriving)

Grab cell phone, dial husband's number, begin bitching at husband. "YOUR son just threw up all over me in the back seat of a car after I've drug him all over town trying to get our car licensed. Why the hell am I running errands with a 3 week old anyway? Everyone acts like I just sit at home, but this baby keeps me busy all day! Why aren't YOU handling this?"

Husband responded, "Babe, if you can just go get the inspection document and don't want to go back to the DMV, I can go to the DMV tomorrow."

Crazy Lo, "NO. I'm ALREADY out here, I might as well do it. But this is IT. I'm not here to run errands while I'm off work. I have a BABY to take care of." Translation, "I will probably continue to run errands, but I want to bitch right now and make you feel bad about it since it isn't going well."

Daddy Lo is a saint. He didn't even hold the ass chewing against me.

I took Baby Lo to my father-in-law's place of employment to get the inspection document, and he took one look at me and said, "I guess taking the baby to the DMV isn't going well huh."

I smelled like regurgitated formula and possibly baby shit. A fellow mom friend and I were discussing whether we actually do smell, or is it possible that baby poop scent is permanently living in our nostrils? We concluded it is a mixture of both.

After our business was handled at the DMV, we made it home and did this.



Future Moms, don't let my stories scare you. Here's the thing, the snuggles you see right there make those frustrating stories go away and become pure entertainment. That sweet thing sleeping on my shoulder is my real son, the other is just some kid that snuck into my car for the afternoon to test my patience.

~Mama Lo~

Thrifty Cooking 2012

With a new baby in the house, inevitably we will have some extra bills. Don't forget about the temporary deduction in income while I'm off work. And lastly, no first time mom (who is nursing) wants to take a newborn to the grocery store or most restaurants. Add all of these factors together, and you get this:



These red boxes contain several different cuts and flavors of steak and chicken from MOKAN steaks. I got 109 pieces of meat/poultry for a price that came out to a price of about $3 a piece. Most steaks in the store are $7 or $8 on the low end, so I'm very happy with this buy. Not to mention, I don't have to buy meat for a long time.

I not only got cuts of meat, but there is a box of steak patties and a box of breaded chicken patties. Only one box of chicken is plain, while the others are flavored and marinated. Some of the flavors include lemon pepper, Italian herb, chipotle, and so on. I can't wait to try all of them. Best of all, each piece of meat is individually wrapped and most of them don't have to be thawed.

Tonight we are having fillet steaks with veggies on the George Foreman. The Logans are eating good!

In other thrifty cooking news, I used leftover ham that I had frozen from Thanksgiving and made cheesy ham scalloped potatoes. This was the best I've ever had and was so easy.

Ingredients:
5 lb white potatoes (I didn't use 5 lb, just what generously covered the bottom of the baking dish)
3 T butter
1/4 cup flour
1/4 cup chopped onion
1 lb ham, diced (I kind of did this to taste, did not weigh)
2 cups milk
1/4 cup mayonnaise
1 cup Velveeta (I used a brand from Aldi, MUCH cheaper and tasted the same) (I eyeballed this and added some extra. OK, I didn't say this was low cal.)

Directions:
Slice potatoes, 1/4 inch thick. Spread in greased 2-qt. casserole. (I used a baking pan) In saucepan, melt butter and stir in flour until well blended. Add onion, ham, milk, mayonnaise and cheese; cook until thickened. Season with salt and pepper, if desired. Pour ham and cheese mixture over potatoes and toss gently. Bake at 350 degrees F for 1 hour or until potatoes are tender.

This dish only lasted 2 days in our house. Leftovers normally linger in our refrigerator until we can't stand looking at them anymore.

My next project is a homemade pot pie recipe using leftover turkey from Thanksgiving. I promise to take some pictures.

What are you cooking these days, and how are you saving money this year?

~Mama Lo~

Monday, January 9, 2012

Let's talk about my BABY

Ok. Fine. OUR baby. :)

I may have some detailed information about my labor below, so if you don't want to read about the gory details of childbirth, you may want to just skip to the cute baby pictures.

Christmas Day, 2011
I had one request to God when it came to the birth of my son. Please please please don't let him be born on Christmas. Let's face it, your Son was born on Christmas, and sharing a birthday with Him is kind of the pits. Mike and I awoke Christmas morning after an exhausting week and a few family functions. I put makeup on and tried to make myself look decent before Mike woke up, because I was so exhausted, bloated, crappy feeling...and I looked it. I put on a red shirt and some jeans, did my hair, and waddled down to the kitchen to brew some coffee. Perhaps a little caffeine will get my Christmas off to a good start. Mike joined me late morning and we exchanged some gifts. I got him surround sound and DVD player to go in the basement when he completes his man cave, and he got me some smell good stuff from Victoria's Secret and a COACH purse. He decided since I received a Coach diaper bag, my Avon purse wouldn't do anymore. I whipped up some chicken helper, we watched E.T. for the first time since we were kids, and decided to go to a movie.

It was our last Christmas just the two of us, and we wanted to make the most of our day. We went and saw Mission Impossible, went home and ate, and we decided to go to "Christmas in the Park." CITP is a Christmas Light display out by Longview College in Lee's Summit. Quite pretty! While driving through, I thought "hmm, my back hurts a little. Kind of crampy. Oh man, kid, if this is a contraction, just PLEASE wait to come until after midnight." I let go of the thought once we got home, kissed Mike goodnight, and went to bed at 8:00. The doctor told me to get to bed early the 2 nights before I went in to be induced. I turned on the noise machine and listened to some waves, and slowly but surely I drifted off to a deep slumber.

At 11:45pm I woke up, went to the restroom, and again felt that crampy feeling in my lower back moving from my back to the front. The only way I can describe it is that gassy feeling one might get after eating some spicy Chipotle. :) I went back to bed, the crampy feeling went away, and a few minutes later it returned. Hmmm...ok. Maybe I should watch the clock. I tried to go back to sleep, but the cramps kept coming and going...lasting a little under a minute about 6 or 7 minutes apart. The light bulb came on, and I stepped out of denial. I was having contractions.

Mike was playing Call of Duty in the living room, and just after midnight I decided I should head downstairs and inform him I was having some contractions. He started timing them for me, writing them down, and they slowly got worse and closer together. After a couple contractions downstairs, I literally took off running to the bathroom thinking I was pissing my pants. (Friends, it appears I am in the 10% of people whose water breaks at home.) At one point Mike looked at me and said, "Damn, if I would have known you were going to do this tonight, I would have gone to bed when you did!" HAHA Oh men, so funny. Around 1:45 I decided to give the doctor a call. I was about 5 minutes apart, lasting a minute at a time. The doctor told me to go on into labor and delivery for labor check.

We checked in around 2:10, contractions getting worse, breathing becoming increasingly important. I lie down on a table, they put a monitor on me to check my contractions, and checked to see if I had ruptured. My water had broken at home, and I was indeed in labor. Unfortunately, I was only dilated to a 1. A tight 1. I was in for a long night.

Once I was dressed in my gown, checked into my room, answered questions from 10 people at once, and hooked up to some monitors and IV's, they informed me I would have to start Pitosin since I wasn't dilated but my water had broken. Side note: One reason I was so excited about this hospital was the whirlpool bathtubs in each room to relax you during labor. Since my water broke at home, I never got that darned whirlpool. WAAAAAHHHH!!! I kept leaking amniotic fluid, and I kept telling the nurses it felt like I was peeing my pants. One nurse said, "Honey, this is what we go through to empathize with our babies who have to sit in wet diapers later." The pitsoin gave me very intense contractions that came on quicker and quicker. The doctor on call only wanted to give me pain medicine once every 4 hours, so I was holding off as long as possible. When the nurse asked me to roll to my side, I couldn't take it anymore and requested the meds. She decided to get creative, telling me that normally you can get pain medicine once an hour, and she didn't know why the doctor on call was saying every 4. She gave me the medicine, and said another doctor was coming on call in an hour, and she would increase my frequency. I went from 3:00 to 6:00 in the morning on Pitosin with no pain medicine. And it.was.horrible. I have never felt pain like that. They came in at 7:00, and I was only dilated to a 3. BUT, since I was dilated to a 3, they said I could get an epidural. Side note: Throughout these hours of labor, my husband said twice to me, "Is this baby ever going to come out?" I looked at him with devil eyes and said, "I don't even want to hear it. YOU don't get to say that." His response, "Ok, I'll just sit here." haha.

The nurses also switched shifts, and this is when my guardian angel entered the picture. She entered the room as I was half dozed off but breathing very fast, using the only Lamaze I was taught, and said "Honey, you're working too hard, it's causing you to tighten up and delaying you from dilating. You have to breathe differently." I went from "He-he-he-he-he-he-he-he-he-whoooo" very quickly to "In-2-3-4-Out-2-3-4" very slowly. Still in pain, but able to breathe and get through it. I will admit, I was PISSED when she told me to slow down. "In-2-3-4" seemed impossible the first couple of times, because it was so difficult to catch my breath through the pain. Thank God she came in and got me through it.

Once I got the epidural, I went from a 3 to a 7 in less than half an hour. By 9:00, they came to check me and I was ready to deliver. It was time to push. I knew it was time to push, because while I didn't have pain from contractions with the epidural, I could feel my uterus doing the work and pushing the baby down. It felt like his head was hanging out of me!

Luckily, even though I didn't have the doctor I saw through a majority of my pregnancy, I did have the female doctor who I saw a couple of times when he was working at the hospital. And I adore her. She sat down and said, "Ok, I want you to pretend you are having the biggest bowel movement of your life, hang onto these straps and push that bowel movement into the air as hard as you can." Since I'm 12, this entertained me briefly and made perfect sense. Here we go.

Side note: When the doctor came in to deliver, she mentioned she had a student with her and asked if the student could watch the birth. This was the student's first delivery.

Contraction 1: Deep breath, PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH...deep breath PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH...deep breath PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH ok rest.

All of a sudden I heard, "You're going to pass out? Ok, sit on the couch, put your head between your legs, lie down." My eyes immediately darted to my left to make sure my husband wasn't leaving my side, and I realized it was the student. To which I thought, HELLO! Who gives a shit about the student. GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!

Contraction 2: "Ok, that was good, but this time lift a little higher. Deep breath, PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH...deep breath PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH...deep breath PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH ok rest. "We see the head!"

Contraction 3: Deep breath, PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH...deep breath PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH...deep breath PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH ok rest. "You did it" Me...still pushing. "Stop!!! You can stop pushing! He's out! GREAT JOB! YOU DID SO GOOD!!!" I look to my left, and my husband whom I've never seen cry, said with a tear in his eye, "GOOD JOB BABY!" I look to my right, the angel nurse is crying and said, "You did great!" I look to the end of the table as the doctor handed my perfect child to me, and she said with a tear in her eye, "WOW! THANK YOU! THANK YOU THANK YOU! What a great way to start my day!" I looked to my chest, and I said, "He's perfect!" After that, things are a bit blurry. Between the hormones, adrenaline, exhaustion, and medicine, I don't remember some of the time after he was born. I do know that apparently some women push for a couple of hours with their first child, and I pushed through a whopping 3 contractions. Thank you Jesus.

I do remember my phone ringing, and it was my church. Mike answered and it was my pastor, calling to wish me luck on my induction the following day. And Mike said, "Actually, he was just born! Like 45 minutes ago!"

A while later, our parents arrived, our baby received his first bath, and we were moved to a new room. My Precious was finally here, in my arms, out of my belly, off of my bladder. He was right where he belongs, with his Daddy and me.

Thankful doesn't even begin to cover how I feel. God is so good, and I am so very lucky He is allowing me to raise his child on this earth. This beautiful, perfect, amazing baby. I am honored to be chosen to be his mother.




At Mason's baptism














~Mama Lo~

Friday, January 6, 2012

A baby was born!

Hello! I had a perfect 6lb 14oz baby boy on december 26th, a day before I was supposed to be induced! I promise to provide the full story with some baby pictures as soon as I get on the computer. Xoxo Mama Lo