I can’t believe that I’ll be holding a baby in my arms in a matter of months. A baby!!!
I’m excited, overjoyed, and only slightly overwhelmed, lol, but we are gearing up to welcome this precious blessing to the family.
As much as I’ve been preparing mentally and emotionally, I’ve finally begun to nest and gather some essentials. It’s crazy to me to think of all the baby things that will be back in our household, such as a crib, swing, play pen, tiny clothes, and all the diapers and wipes we’ll be needing!
While this is a joyous time of planning and prepping, I’m very aware of the increase in costs that are heading our way and am truly thankful for having the things we need.
Sadly this isn’t the case for everyone, including the one-in-three families in the U.S. who struggle to provide diapers for their baby.
The holiday season is upon us, which means family, food, and lots of children on vacation. As much as I’m looking forward to having so many sweet days with both my girls (I really am), I’m also trying to figure out what in the world we’re going to do!!
Trips to playgrounds and the park seem like an obvious choice, but I also want to make sure that time is enjoyable for both Mama and the kids. With that in mind, I’m sharing 3 easy ways to make your park days perfect!
This post is sponsored by Everywhere Agency on behalf of Primrose Schools. However, all thoughts and opinions are 100% honest and my own.
My oldest daughter is quite settled into school now. She has a love of learning and really thrives on the routine. However, having her away during the day and then working with her on various things at night, makes me really contemplate my parenting approach.
She’s 5 now, and I can’t help but wonder if I have given her the skills she needs to succeed. With her little sister being at home, I also want to ensure that I am facilitating her growth and her learning to the best of my abilities.I want to see both my girls flourish, so I’ve been using Primrose Schools as my go- to resource for early education & childhood development content.
This post is sponsored by Pink Blush, but as always, all thoughts and opinions are honest and my own.
For the past few months, I’ve been on the hunt for the perfect flowy black top. I wanted it to be long enough for me to comfortably wear with leggings, but breathable so that I wouldn’t spontaneously combust in this Georgia heat.
I didn’t think it was a tall order, but I wasn’t finding anything I liked! I finally decided to try Pink Blush and voila! I found exactly what I was looking for!
I will never forget the exact moment when the process started. I was back-to-school shopping with my girls, looking for clothes for my up and coming kindergartner. In the midst of this milestone of an occasion, my heart started beating rapidly and I could no longer think straight. One quick trip to the bathroom and I was gripped with fear.
We finished shopping and made it out of the store in record timing. Once we were home I immediately locked myself in the bathroom and began to cry. That night was the worst. The cries turned into deep weeping and agonizing pain, as I begged and pleaded for an alternative explanation before the Lord. I knew that I had just experienced loss in January, but 5 years ago I had a similar scare and that child was heading to school in a matter of days.
The praise and worship music blasted in our bedroom and the tears continued to pour out of my eyes. I tried to allow my faith to be bigger than my fear. I was determined to walk by faith and not by sight even though it seemed an impossible task as the bleeding continued.
Over and over I said these words:
I declare that my baby is fine. I declare that my baby is fine. I declare that my baby is fine.
In Jesus’ Name.
I held onto hope as much as I possibly could. I wavered and crumbled and picked myself up time and time again. Those 5 days were the longest. Finally it stopped. I felt a sense of relief but it didn’t last. So what did this mean? I needed confirmation.
Two negative tests and an ultrasound later, I think I heard my heart actually breaking.
It happened again. I miscarried again. And I’m so angry about it.