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Blue

I’ve never really liked the color blue. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a big ol’ girly-girl or if it’s just something about the color itself that rubs me the wrong way, but I’m just not a fan and I never have been. In fact, of all the colors in the world, I’d say it’s my very least favorite.

Which is sort of a problem since we’re about to have a lot more of it hanging around this house.

Any guesses why???

It’s because Poppy is a boy.

After two girls, I am pregnant with a boy.

We are having a baby boy!

It’s a thought that’s taking some getting used to and I hope to write more about that later, but for now, I’ll just say we’re excited. And we’re scared. We’re nervous. We’re curious. We’re hopeful.

Most of all, it just feels like, of course this is the way it should be. This is what was always intended for us. This baby boy has always been ours, from the very beginning of time when none of us existed.

This little one, this boy, is our boy. And that just makes this mama very, very happy.

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The Nursery: Complete

I had a few requests to see photographs of the nursery before Skittle was born. I wasn’t ready to post the photos then, but the nursery is now, officially and finally and wonderfully, complete and so here is that post that was in-waiting.

Before I ever conceived Cupcake, when she was not yet even a mere possibility, I knew that I wanted my baby to have a nursery with a teddy bear theme. I have always loved teddy bears and had a small collection that I wanted to display. Also, teddies are childish and sweet without screaming “BABY!”…lend themselves well to colors other than pastel pink, blue, yellow, and green (we went with shades of brown and dark red)…and are not a theme you will find in every baby’s nursery around the country. So teddy bears it was for Cupcake and we recycled the theme for Skittle, but for  a few, personal changes…

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a view from the doorway, complete with our little “mother hen” (our small family dog Junebug, who likes to check on Skittle on a regular basis)

a view from the crib

a view from the crib

One of my favorite parts of the room is the collage above the crib:

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Every part of this collage was selected with care. Maternity photos. Newborn photos. A crown because Skittle was born the same year as a royal baby (and if you know me, you know how cool I think this is). A small British flag because one of Skittle’s middle names was inspired by our trip to London exactly one year before her birth. The words Hope and Faith because, without these things, I would not have made it through the last two years. An owl because we had an owl theme for our gender reveal party. A quote from Christina Perri’s “A Thousand Years:”

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling, don’t be afraid. I have loved you
For a thousand years.
I’ll love you for a thousand more.
And all along, I believed I would find you.
Time has brought your heart to me.

A rainbow, because Skittle is my rainbow baby, and butterflies, in memory of Teddy Graham. And also, a few things I made by hand:

Notice the little butterfly and owl added to the letters...

Notice the little butterfly and owl added to the letters…

The owl, teddy, butterfly, and maple leaf (because she was born in the autumn) buttons all have a special meaning....

The owls, teddy, butterflies, and maple leaf (because she was born in the autumn) buttons all have a special meaning….

I had to add a teddy somewhere in the collage!

I had to add a teddy somewhere in the collage!

And those weren’t the only things I made for the nursery. When Cupcake was still in utero, we bought a house just two months before she came along. I hardly had time to prepare a nursery, not to mention actually do craft projects to decorate it. For Skittle, I wanted as many homemade things as I had time for. And it was the perfect way to pass the time (all those long days of worry) and build excitement and anticipation for all that lay on the horizon. So, I created this:

a toy box, that will most likely be damaged beyond repair within a few short months

a toy box, that will most likely be damaged beyond repair within a few short months

and this:

name blocks (they have photos and her birthdate on the other sides)

name blocks (they have photos and her birthdate on the other sides)

and this:

a box to hold burp rags

a box to hold burp rags

And finally, a few of my other favorite details:

a wooden pull toy purchased at F.A.O Schwartz in NYC on one of Cupcake's first vacations

a wooden pull toy purchased at F.A.O Schwartz in NYC while on one of Cupcake’s first vacations

a glass teddy that was given to me as a gift when I was very small

a glass teddy that was given to me as a gift when I was very small

a replica of the calla lily that was in the bouquet at our gender reveal party...also, the inspiration for one of Skittle's middle names

a replica of the calla lily that was in the bouquet at our gender reveal party…also, the inspiration for one of Skittle’s middle names

a teddy made for me by a high school friend and given to me while pregnant with Cupcake

a teddy made for me by a high school friend and given to me while pregnant with Cupcake

All in all, the nursery was a labor of love. It was a lot of work and cost more money than planned, but the effort, time, and expense was small compared to the joy it brought me to pull it all together and imagine the day when I could rock Skittle to sleep in that comfy, cozy chair.

I am so happy with the end result. I love that room. Cupcake spent the first two years of her life there. And Skittle probably will too. It will be a sad day when we move on and have to leave this house, and that precious baby room, behind. What happiness that room has seen.

What wonder.

What love.

Cuteness Overload

Skittle is a month old now and her CD of newborn photos finally arrived in the mail last week. Sadly, I wasn’t quite as pleased with them as I was with my maternity photos (which still make me sigh with how beautiful they are). But nevertheless, they are lovely. And as I told our photographer, they perfectly capture Skittle’s preciousness and the love we have for her.

So without further ado, please forgive me for this cuteness overload… (I’m sorry. I know I’m going overboard with all the photos. I promise I’ll stop soon! Really!)

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I love, love, love lace. And I think it’s perfect for Skittle’s old-fashioned and feminine name:

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My friend Leigh, who acted as my doula during my labor and delivery, made this hat for Skittle:

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I’m a huge Harry Potter fan and I couldn’t resist this one:

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A butterfly, in memory of our Teddy Graham:

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Because she’s an October baby and was approximately the size of a pumpkin at birth…and now must live with the not-so-original nickname of “Pumpkin:”

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Asleep on the blanket I made for her:

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All those long months of TTC, I would dream of this, a baby sleeping so sweetly on my chest. And now I have Skittle, who would do this all day long if I let her:

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No matter whether we call her by her legal name or “Pumpkin” (as I call her) or “Flipper” (as my husband does), on this blog she will always be known as “Skittle.” So this one is for all of you:

Has anyone realized that Skittle is my rainbow baby and the Skittles slogan is "taste the rainbow"? I wish I could say I was that clever and planned it that way...but no. I just realized the connection this week. It's pretty perfect, though, isn't it?!

Has anyone realized that Skittle is my rainbow baby and the Skittles slogan is “taste the rainbow”? I wish I could say I was that clever and planned it that way…but no. I just realized the connection this week. It’s pretty perfect, though, isn’t it?!

Three Weeks, Revisited

** You can read my first ever blog post, the sad version of this one, the one that inspired this post’s title, here. And please be warned…today’s post will be full of baby photos.**

Do you know what can happen in the span of three weeks? Let me tell you…

In three weeks’ time, you can wrap up all the baby preparations that you have spent nearly nine months toiling away at. Review the maternity photos you had taken and marvel at how beautiful they are. Watch the rise and fall of your blood pressure as though it is an Olympic sport that you have bet your life savings upon.  You can endure non-stress tests and blood tests and ultrasounds. You can worry about hypertension and preeclampsia and big babies and breech babies. You can relax during a prenatal massage and stock  your freezer with waffles and casseroles and homemade bread that one day you will hopefully enjoy while holding your newborn in your arms. You can celebrate making it to full term and yet know that even that milestone is no guarantee. Your baby could still leave at any time, with no warning. It only takes a second for a dream to end. You learned that a long time ago, but this time, in this three weeks, you have reason to hope for a different ending.

"For this child I prayed; and the Lord hath given me my petition which I asked of Him." -- 1 Samuel 1:27

“For this child I prayed; and the Lord hath given me my petition which I asked of Him.” — 1 Samuel 1:27

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My two beautiful girls, each a miracle in their own right

Or…

In the span of three weeks, you can hope that any day now will be The Day. The day your water breaks. The day labor starts. The day your baby comes. You can start doing nipple massage and acupressure and drinking red raspberry leaf tea three times each day to get things going. You can hope each Braxton Hicks is the start of the real thing. You can see your doctor twice a week and suffer through more non-stress tests and feel the sting of disappointment each time you are told your cervix is not making much progress. You can worry your baby is not moving enough and have a panic attack one morning when she doesn’t move at all. You can see your baby on ultrasound multiple times and be told she is getting very big and that she’s head-down each time…until one time, four days after your due date, she is not. She is breech. And you can panic and you can cry and then you prepare for a c-section. And four hours before they cut you open, you can discover your baby has flipped once again and prepare for an induction instead. And then, finally, after hours of intense labor, after a call for an epidural that comes too late, you can push your baby into this world, hear her first cry, and hold her against you. You can feel her flesh and warmth, know she is finally real, and say these words over and over: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, God. Thank you. It is the only prayer you can — or will — say for days and days. And you can weep just at the sight of your baby, so thankful are you for her existence and her health and her perfection.

Daddy's little girl

one of Daddy’s little girls

I had lots of fun playing with my fancy camera for these shots!

I had lots of fun playing with my fancy camera for these shots!

Or…

In just three short weeks, your child can be born in the middle of the night before the doctor arrives and into the hands of your nurses and you can once again be reminded that there is such a thing as love at first sight. Your husband can cry on your shoulder and you can sob in relief and gratitude. You can introduce your baby to her big sister who keeps saying, “Baby come out of mommy’s tummy!” and then introduce her to friends, her grandparents, your sister, and the world. You can leave the hospital in your new minivan and sit in the backseat so you can watch your baby breathing. You can spend the first two nights at home holding your child because she won’t sleep in the bassinet. You can watch your older daughter blossom as a big sister, exhibiting gentleness, understanding, and tenderness that you never knew she had. You can have your newborn baptized and take her to the park and the mall and Halloween celebrations and out to eat just so everyone can see how beautiful she is. You can get weepy at the thought of SIDS and still be so thankful for all the time she spends sleeping. You can take over a thousand photos in those three little weeks and, every day, you can just feel the total power and weight of your blessing. And you can promise her, over and over, that you will love her and protect her forevermore.

Dressed for her baptism on 10/20/13.

Dressed for her baptism on 10/20/13.

Call me creepy...but I love to watch her sleep. :)

Call me creepy…but I love to watch her sleep. 🙂

It was on this day, three weeks ago, that one of the most precious gifts I’ve ever received was placed into my arms. Even though my husband’s new job is turning out not to be all that we hoped for, it’s possible that these have still been the best three weeks of my life. In some ways, it is hard to fathom that it’s only been three measly weeks because it feels as if Skittle has been making her way to us for much longer. That she has been a part of this family, a part of my life, since the beginning of time. And in other ways…it still feels unreal. It is so hard to believe when I wake up in the middle of the night that I need not pause to wait for a kick within my womb. That I only must roll over and reach into the bassinet to know my baby is breathing, that she is alive and well.

Every day, even on the ones when I am so sleep deprived that I can’t form a coherent sentence and I call my baby by the wrong name, I am just so thankful for what I have. Two daughters. I am humbled by it. I don’t know why I get to have them and so many other deserving women don’t. I think of you who are in the trenches every day. And I will never take for granted the miracles that my babies truly are.

And one last photo, just because today is Halloween…

Wishing you all a safe and sweet Halloween!

Wishing you all a safe and sweet Halloween!

Birth Day

She’s here, you guys! Today, only by the grace of God, we welcomed our beautiful little Skittle into the world. Eloise**Sloane**Lily (“Ellie”) was born at 2:32a.m. after an induction and 14 hours of labor, weighing 8lbs 13oz and measuring 21 1/4 inches long. She’s perfectly healthy. I’m recovering well. And Honey and Cupcake are smitten kittens. We just couldn’t possibly be any happier right now.

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Thanks to all of you for all the support and love you have given over the past two years as we worked and prayed so hard to bring this little gal into our family.

Birth story to follow.