It was 4:00 AM and the OB doctor-on-call yawned as I pushed out the baby. David and I had decided to wait to find out the gender (which meant we had lots of rubber-ducky baby clothes), and after a short time the doctor announced, “It’s a boy!” Continue reading
David said he could see it on my face — that I looked hopeless. The last several hours of strong labor had produced no progress, and my cervix (baby’s exit door) was thickening back up. For the first time, I started considering pain relief. I was doing my best to cope and it wasn’t enough. Continue reading
“You’re stalling out on us, Julie,” the OB doctor-on-call said when she arrived. “Why don’t you labor in the tub a bit more? Maybe things will pick up.” I labored in the tub awhile, but didn’t enjoy it any more than the first time, and eventually laid back down. Continue reading
This is the second post in a series on how God has changed me through the ups and downs of pregnancy, childbirth, and miscarriage. (Read the first post here.)
Before heading to the hospital, I took some time to put on my make-up and fix my hair. I’d remembered seeing pictures of my beautiful mother after her first childbirth, and didn’t want to look as awful as she had (sorry Mom!) for my hospital pictures . . . Continue reading
This is the first post in a series on how God has changed me through the ups and downs of pregnancy, childbirth, and miscarriage.
This week my first-born celebrated his sixth birthday. I love being his mom. He’s grown in many ways, but he still has the really great belly-laugh he’s had from early on, and it makes me laugh just listening. I’m a different person in many ways too, since that awful/beautiful day six years ago . . . Continue reading
An Easter card verse I wrote was published by Warner Press, and is sold as part of a boxed set. I wrote the inside copy for the card, and was happy to see it published!