Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Grace

When I was pregnant the first time, we were told on several occasions to expect a little girl.  We had her name picked out, the room and clothes arranged and a journal written to our little girl documenting my entire pregnancy.  When our wonderful little baby was born, a BOY made his surprise entrance and we were blessed with Andrew.  This was, surprisingly, a VERY difficult thing to adjust to.

I took this as a lesson from God that I needed to trust in Him more...that I couldn't plan everything (no matter how many ultrasounds you have!) and that I was indeed intended to be a mom of BOYS.  For the past 4.5 years, I've been happily immersed in cars, trains, legos, wrestling, playing zombies and playing in the dirt.  When I got pregnant with this third baby, I had no preconceived wants or wishes of what kind of baby we were going to have.  I instantly figured a 3rd boy and started stocking up on coffee. Ha!

Our ultrasounds...yes, I had several to confirm...all said that we were expecting a GIRL.  We were, of course, thrilled to be welcoming our little girl.  With slight hesitation, I bought a few things over the last few months but made sure we had some boy clothes ready to go too.

As I stood looking over the boys sleeping before we left the house, I remember thinking how amazing they were going to be at protecting their little sister.  They were both so excited for her to be here.  I remember kissing them goodbye and whispering Thank You....thank you for being so patient with my impatience, my exhaustion, my lack of fun-ness.  They were so. so. SO patient with me.  They extended so much grace to me as I struggled through this pregnancy.  It was overwhelming to know that we would suddenly be a family of 5 and that all of our lives were going to change so quickly.

In the middle of June, a few days past my due date, we headed to the hospital in the middle of the night, and welcomed our third little one.  

Grace Noelle.  

It's hard to describe the feeling a Mom has when she gives birth to her first daughter.  It's exhilarating, magical, and it took my breath away. She was beautiful, and oh so tiny.  She was perfect. 

It's hard to believe she is 7 weeks old today.  She is very much still as beautiful, not quite as tiny but still ever so perfect.  Maybe it's because I think she might be our last baby, but I can honestly say that I am loving this itty bitty baby time.  Middle of the night feedings are my favourite....just the two of us awake.  

I wonder what kind of little girl she'll be like, what she'll be when she grows up, how long it will take her to kick her brothers' butts at wrestling!  I wonder how we're going to make it through the "mean girls" and high school and all of the girl things I have no idea about...like cheerleaders.  

But most of all, I hope she and I can have the relationship that I have with my Mom...one where she can call anytime, share anything and look up to me.  My Mom made me want to be a mom and I hope I can do the same for Grace.

Here are a few images from our first few days together...

My first look at her...about 30 seconds after she was born

7lbs and 20in long...our tiniest baby yet :-)

Gracie learning all about the St. Louis Cardinals

Meeting Sister for the first time-he was SO excited!

Heading home and feeling surprisingly rested!


1st Granddaughter

Sweet brother


First family of 5 photo about 6 hours after she was born...this about sums us all up...
Dad is happy-go-lucky, Andrew is making face, Mom looks tired, Baby is baby and Jacob is grinning!

Happy Tuesday!

-Mandy

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