Norah’s birth story
We had prayed for months about having a home birth, and both Clay and I separately were led to a place of peace about it. We found a team of two wonderful midwives who...
Category: mama life
grateful and struggling
Grateful and struggling… it’s possible to be both.⠀⠀ This pregnancy is such a blessing. We cannot wait to welcome this baby girl into our family. She is the result of many prayers and...
promised land pursuit
My husband and I were exercising in our home gym while our daughter napped one Sunday afternoon. And as I finished up my post-workout stretches, I suddenly found myself with tears rolling down my...
to the mom who’s miscarried
It was that movie moment—the moment we were going to see our baby for the first time. Clay held my hand as we stared expectantly at the sonogram screen. It had been a whirlwind...
5 tips for fostering your marriage in motherhood
I’ll never forget our first date. Clay had me create a playlist, and we walked down the 3rd Street Promenade listening to it. He slipped his hand into mine for the very first time....
from tragedy to hope
Dang This Is Us—it gets me every time. But this time, specifically with the plot line of a pregnancy with twins. It’s really tough to watch. I think of those twins we lost. My...
not right now
// on giving others time to grieve // Our miscarriage was the deepest, darkest place of grief I have ever known. There were people who wanted to “help me along” in my grieving, to...
Give It a Day
We’re in quite a different place than we were last October (see below!) Baby girl’s walking and talking, not spitting up and blowing out. We often only see the highlight photos of motherhood on...
7 things that helped me through my miscarriage
This was my first and only baby bump photo. The quality isn’t great. It’s pixelated. And yet it’s a special photo for me. October 15 is National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day, and...
on weaning
Well, she’s weaned. Just like that. We dropped a feeding a week, and gave this last one a bit longer since it was Daddy’s birthday. But it’s done. It’s bittersweet. I’ve cried buckets of...
