Tuesday, July 27, 2010

EEK



Emory was born Wednsday July 21st at 9:12 am. Eight hours of beautiful natural labor. I still can't believe I did it. Kenneth really guided me through all of it and I know it wouldn't have gone as well without his calm support. I met with God and immensed myself in a peaceful bright white light when the pain was so intense. It seriously feels like your going to die. Being mentally prepared is a must for natural labor. I'm glad I didn't let other peoples stories affect me. I'm going to be an advocate for natural child birth because it was seriously the most mind blowing experience one could ever have.




I love being a mom. I love only getting 3 or 4 hours of sleep at night and hanging out with my little night owl just admiring how incredible he is. I love nursing him and listening to his slurps and gulps. I love squeezing his chunk rolls and kissing him all over. I love how he loves listening to his daddy talk. I love how asia is so gentle with him. I love my family.


Tuesday, July 20, 2010

The first monsoon storm came last night. Kenneth and I watched Wet Hot American Summer while the lightning dazzled and sparkled outside. The thunder began to roar as the lightning cracked its whip and slowly little droplets of rain could be heard on the window pane. As it picked up pace the rain began to wildly fall from the sky. We ran outside like little kids and marveled at the majestic beauty. Even Asia sat with us and smiled as we all let the rain mesmerize us with her beautiful arrival. The fireman across the street were bustling in and out in and out, must of been on five trips while it rained. Tucson rain gets us all out of whack but I love that Tucsonans get so excited about it, we all know it's such a special moment and it's so important for our desert.

Now that the rain as arrived I'm hoping Emory will follow suite. I can't wait to meet my little guy. I feel so strongly in my heart that I am fulfilling one of my life's duties. I was meant to be a mom.

Monday, July 19, 2010

I decided to stop working today. The thought of wearing shoes and white chef jacket over my clothes made me want to cry. Seriously, I'm in a fragile state. Wearing clothes is torturous. I'm actually naked right now, it's the only way to feel some sort of relief. Kenneth and my Mom both think I should still be working. I really wish I didn't have the guilt about taking my time off before the baby so I wish they were being supportive. Oh Emory, I hope you make your arrival soon my little one, Mommy's starting to become a not so awesome person as she normally is. I think I'm just going to try to focus my energy on his scrapbook today. Hopefully I'll have some pictures to post soon.


And just because looking at pictures of bunnies and foxes makes me happy.

Friday, July 16, 2010


Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute

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I used to pray every night as a child growing up. I remember having terrible nightmares that scared the living begeezes out of me, so I would pray. After muttering my selfless prayers quickly through my mind, like God bless Mom, God bless Dad, and my brother and sister and aunts and uncles and cousins; then I would say my egocentric prayers like, and please don't let me have a bad dream. It seemed like God was listening, it usually worked. I even typed up a favorite prayer of mine and rolled it up like scroll and hid it inside my stuffed animal bunny I slept with. My Mom instilled a great faith in God in me. I hope she knows that. I have wandered off the path of religion. Mostly because I've been too busy for God or ventured down a route that turned my conscience into mush. I have also been put off by religions messy politics and contradictory messages. I’m not one for structure, authority, or rules, so having faith in one true religion just doesn’t make any sense to me. I do feel this strong urge to renew my relationship with God. I think what I learned as a child was that there was unseen love and comfort that I could just feel. I didn’t even need words or thoughts; I just closed my eyes and listened. There’s this immense beauty you can miss out on without faith. It’s indescribable. I guess it’s kind of like that game you play where you learn to trust people. When you trust in life and in God you can learn to let go and let yourself fall back knowing God believes in your strength and love will always surround you, but if you are weary then you will remain tense, standing straight with nowhere to fall and nowhere to land. This world is such a blessing, the people we meet and the experiences we share should be celebrated. I want to find my way back to simplicity. I want to teach my son about faith, love, and compassion. I want to listen to the trees, smile when I say I believe, dance when I face my fears, and laugh when I shed some tears. I just want to feel and spread some good lovin.

Thursday, July 15, 2010


No baby yet. I think Emory and I are both totally ready for him to meet the world. Last night I felt his little wiggle butt all over the place, he just couldn't get comfortable. I feel ya little buddy.


I need to stay busy because I'm starting to go CRAZY! But it's also too damn hot to do anything productive.


I started Emory's scrapbook, I'll post pictures when I start completing pages.


I want to make this cake soooo bad