Sunday School Sticker

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Mother's Day came and went almost under the radar this year. It was Mitchell's college graduation, so the day started out hectic with trying to get everyone in cars and headed to Auburn, and then the whole day revolved around the graduation. Selfishly, I was pretty annoyed that my first Mother's Day was less than special. (Shout out to Adam for being the best, and putting up with my whining. Even when he was sweet enough to get me cards and some pampering.)

But something else kept weighing on my mind. We have a handful of friends that are joyously expecting their first babe, and others who are not-so-patiently waiting for their turn. My mind kept drifting to the latter group. Mother's Day has to be a painful day for so many people. Those who have lost their moms, those who long to be a mom, those who have lost those that called them mom. It has to be one of the toughest days of the year. 

Last year, I was so proud to stand up in church and be handed a rose on Mother's Day. I remember cradling my belly and beaming thinking of my little family. I was bummed we were going to miss church this Mother's Day, because I once again wanted to stand up and be recognized. Before we got pregnant, and especially while I was pregnant, I was so excited to be able to wear a 'Sunday School sticker' one day. It's what I call the stickers parents get when they drop their kid(s) off at nursery or Sunday School (for security purposes, of course). It shouts out to the rest of the church, "I'm a mom! I have a kid! I brought that kid with me this morning, and s/he's also learning about Jesus right now! Because I'M A MOM! And look how put together I am at CHURCH with my KID."

I was always expectantly excited to get to wear a sticker. Not once did I have to look at it and think "Will I ever get to wear one of those?" I thank God everyday that I am an outsider looking in on the subject, but I know that is the reality for so many people. Now on Mother's Day, a big piece of my heart aches for those. I pray that one day all who long to be a mom get the opportunity.

Now, I'm going to [try to] quit whining about not feeling "special" on Mother's Day and enjoy the fact that I am lucky enough to even celebrate the day.

Thank you for making me a mama, Aiden Grace. Being your mom is truly the greatest honor.

These two. Gosh. They're the best.

Happy Mother's Day to all! May 2016 be the year of the babes who are so longed for!

Aiden: Eight Months

Monday, May 2, 2016

I just want to cry "MY BABYYYY!" She's hardly a baby anymore! She's quite the little maniac. I figured all babies were pretty active at this age, but we've heard from multiple people that she's really active. We have no idea where she gets it from!

Eight months of love. Lately...

-She's turning into Godzilla, with EIGHT teeth and counting. She thinks it's hilarious to bite, and I'm finding it difficult to figure out how to discipline a baby. For now, I just distract her with something else, instead of my shoulder. Or my arm. Or my stomach (weird, right?).
-With all those teeth, she's really into people food. We haven't found much that she doesn't like - except apple sauce. (Of course, selfishly I wish she liked baby food so I wouldn't have to think about her meals.)
-I stopped pumping during the day, but still nurse her in the mornings and night. However, when I'm home with her all day, she wants to nurse instead of take a bottle. She'll still take a bottle, but she makes it really clear that she still wants to nurse after. I'm usually a sucker and let her do it anyway, even though I'm pretty sure she's not getting anything. It breaks my heart to think one day it will stop completely. At this point, I think I'll nurse her in the morning and at night for quite some time. (Ask me again next month.)
-One of her new favorite games is to bang on her highchair like it's a set of drums. It's adorable. For now.
-It's so fun to watch her little fingers reach and grab for things.
-When she's excited, she flaps her arms like she's about to fly away. (If you're a bird, I'm a bird, Aiden!)
-She has this fun habit of throwing her paci over the side of her carseat and then fussing. Conveniently, she throws it against the door, so I have to do Cirque du Soleil acrobatics to get to it. And if we don't hit a red light, she's outta luck.
-The poor thing is so ticklish, and Adam doesn't give her a break. I have to admit, her laugh is the greatest sound in the world, but I know how torturous it is to be tickled! CHILD ABUSE!
-She's still obsessed with herself, and could watch videos of herself all day long. In fact, it's the only thing that calmed her down at her recent cardiologist appointment.
-Speaking of cardiologist appointment, she had her check up on April 20 and everything looks the same - which is good news! They're especially encouraged since the aneurysms haven't gotten bigger even though she has. And if they shrunk too fast, that could also be dangerous. No news is good news, I suppose! She'll go for an MRI in July, where they'll get more specific measurements of the aneurysms and look at the rest of her heart, but so far so good!
-She cannot get enough of her surroundings. She is curious about everything and is nonstop.
-She's so close to crawling, but seems to be able to get around just fine without actually mastering "the crawl".
-I'm nervous to even type this, because I still think it may be a fluke. She's officially sleeping through the night! As in, asleep by 7:30pm and awake at 7:30am. It's GLORIOUS!!
-I walked into her room one morning and found her sitting up. That weekend we moved her crib down, so she's basically a toddler now.
-She's currently weighing in at 16lbs 10oz and 26.5" tall.

Overall, she is such a happy baby! We love learning more about her personality, and her smiles and giggles leave us in a big puddle.