Thursday, July 26, 2012

the dreaded IT

Isaiah at 6 1/2 months. He loves to smile!

IT first happened a couple of weeks ago. The dreaded IT.  I knew it was coming, I just didn't expect it so soon (he's not even 7 months old!). But there it was....and in my surprise I chuckled a little because that seemed like a good response to cover over the panic inside me that was rising.

What is IT?   Isaiah's first tantrum or fit of intense displeasure. Yes indeed, IT came. We were reading, and I had to take a book away from him that he grabbed and was trying to eat and rip.  Oooh boy, he did NOT like that.  Instantly a full blown angry wail came out from within, the tears started spurting, and it took almost 10 minutes to calm him down.  Woah. I was so not prepared for that moment!

The incident made me realize something I think I've known all along:  the newborn stage of my baby's life is going to seem like the easy part of being a parent.  That stage is exhausting, but pretty basic--feed, change, soothe, and love on Baby.  It was very overwhelming, especially at first, our new job of keeping a brand new little human ALIVE while bumbling our way through the feeding, changing, and soothing parts of his life (the 'loving on' part is easy!).  Still, it's simple enough.

This next stage scares me to death.  You see, now we are moving into the "Training/Molding/Being Responsible for Baby's Character, Moral, and Spiritual Development" stage.   A lot is at stake in this stage....and I'm terrified we're going to somehow fail along the way, and mess up the most important responsibility we have as Isaiah's parents.

These early months will still be basic in correction, guidance and discipline, but I want to start with our goals in mind, because as Isaiah grows, the consequences of his decisions will only multiply.  After all, it's about so much more than not throwing tantrums when you don't get your way. It's about loving good, not evil.  It's about exercising self-control. It's about choosing good, not bad.  It's about kindness and compassion.  It's about living with integrity. It's about learning to serve instead of expecting to be served.  And most of all, it's about loving Jesus, and letting Him be the Lord of our life.

A lot is at stake. 


Now we just have to figure out our game plan for the upcoming season. Your prayers are appreciated. :)





At my parents' house in South Dakota in July!

At Andrew's parents' house in South Dakota.
It was so great to see our families!


Sunday, July 15, 2012

Daddy and Me

This boy loves his daddy!  They do lots of new and fun things together!

Going for a walk

First time on the ATV!
Helping Daddy water the vegetable plants

Lean in for the picture!

First time putting his feet in the pool

First time on the swing

Lately I've been teasing Andrew because we have hundreds of adorable pictures of him and Isaiah, and a mere few of me and Isaiah together.  Guess that's 'cause this mommy is always behind the camera!  But it's ok, because I love watching them together. It's a little late for Father's Day, but I thought I should do a small tribute to this man who is a wonderful husband and daddy. I love you, Andrew!

Sunday, June 24, 2012

A Lonely Road

There are many emotions that fill the days of my mommy-hood journey, and one of the these that sneak into the moments of my day is loneliness.

Being a mom often feels like a lonely road.  

I don't tell you that to get sympathy, or pity.  I don't need or want either.  It's just how it feels. I often get asked, "What are you doing today?"  in a casual, nice way. No matter what may come in a day, most of them are pretty much the same - my job is to take care of Isaiah.  Feed, change, play, soothe. Feed, change, play, soothe. Feed, change, play, soothe.  A pattern that repeats itself over, and over, and over.

My job is a privilege.  I know that, and I love it! He's a beautiful gift from the Lord, for which I am beyond thankful.  There is nothing I'd rather do more than to be his mommy.


I look at that sweet smile and wonder, how could I ever be lonely?  He is such a delight.  But there are those moments, as he sleeps, or as I look out my window at the hustle and bustle of those around me, and the feeling is there.

I had always imagined that when I was a mom, and ideally a stay-at-home mom, of life being full with mommy group play days, summer time fun at the park with friends and their little ones, coffee dates, and shopping trips in the mall with strollers and babies. 

Maybe it's my fault at not being intentional enough to find places to plug in with other moms here. Maybe I just need to figure out how to keep a busier pace with a baby.  Or maybe someday it'll happen when we don't live in the middle of the country, or when I can either speak French good enough to hang out with all the French-only moms, or when we live somewhere where people primarily speak English.  Maybe it will happen.


And maybe it's also just an adjustment phase for me.  Before Isaiah, I was working around 50-60 hours a week as the head cook for the Bible School/Conference center where we live and work at.  The kitchen is always a busy place, and I really loved being in the middle of everything that was happening. I loved the adrenaline before each meal of the last minute cooking, plating, and preparing. Now I still work part-time involved with the kitchen, but most of it I do from the quiet of my home, in and around Isaiah's schedule. I missed cooking and being in the kitchen terribly the first few weeks after Isaiah was born, and that desire has lessened as my love of being a mom has grown. :)  But I do still miss it--being part of the action, feeling like I'm more part of the team. 


Ecclesiastes 3:1 says,  "There is a time for everything,  and a season for every activity under the heavens." I guess there is always hard parts of all the seasons in life, and maybe moments of loneliness is part of this one.  


But it's okay.  I see this beautiful face....






....and the moment passes. What a beautiful life I get to witness.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Oh the choices...

Since becoming pregnant last year, there have been many, many choices and decisions Andrew and I have had to make regarding our baby.  When I had imagined being a parent, I had no clue about most of these decisions we'd face. Some of them have been easy, but some of them have been very hard.  I think we've both said the phrase "I don't know what to do..."  more times in the past 8 or 9 months than we have in several years!

Photo by Vanessa Siemens
I wanted to go through these situations - primarily to document them (as my memory of the early months is already quickly fading), and also to maybe highlight some areas of thought for the parents and parents-to-be who might come across this blog.  There are hundreds of other decisions to be made, but the ones listed below are a couple of the decisions and choices we had to make that surprised me, or that I hadn't considered before becoming a parent.

#1:  Labor & Delivery:  A natural birth or with drugs?  L&D is a huge unknown in terms of how it will go for each woman, but you can go into it with well thought-out requests and goals.  At the beginning of my pregnancy, the thought of labor TERRIFIED me.  I would get very anxious thinking about it, and I just assumed  that I would get an epidural.  Well, we happen to be surrounded by women here who have each had several children all naturally.  One of them (she will be probably read this - Hi! :) ) asked me a variant of the above question and gave me several books to read on natural child birth.  Simply becoming much more informed on the birthing process helped calm my nerves substantially.   My desire to have a natural birth developed and bloomed - one, for my baby, so he would have the most 'clean' start of life I could offer him, and two, for me, because I formed this idea that women recover faster from a natural birth...  Of course, there was also the fact that I was quite scared of the epidural needle..... :)
    I realize that epidurals (and now C-sections) are very common place, and most babies/mothers aren't harmed by these interventions - and for some, they are necessary to the health of both!  But no matter your choice, or what happens once the labor begins, I think it's important to do a little research and simply consider the benefits a natural childbirth experience can offer--for you and your baby.  That way you can go into your L&D confident, knowing you're comfortable with what choices you'll make or might need to make during the process.

#2: Circumcision: To circumcise or not circumcise?  Whaaaat?!?! This question was also brought to my attention.  I has previously assumed that basically all little boys were circumcised...?  Once again, I did a little research, and learned it's no longer a 'given' or such a huge trend any more in North America ( as it was a couple decades ago).  There are many reasons people have when deciding to circumcise or not circumcise, but either way, it doesn't appear to affect the boy's long-term health or safety.  Seeing as they would be slicing and dicing my sweet little boy, I decided it was worth pondering.  We were then able to make our choice, not 'just because it's what everyone is doing', but because we had thought through the pros/cons and would do what we thought was best for our child.

#3: Breastfeeding: I always knew I wanted to breastfeed my babies.  For their health and immune systems, to help with my post-pregnancy weight loss, and because it was FREE! And much less hassle than formula and bottles.  Everyone said it could be very difficult, and would be painful at first, but I wasn't too concerned.  After all, this was what we were made to do, right? I skimmed a couple articles and books about breastfeeding beforehand,  but that was about it.  Well, it turns out it wasn't all that easy.  Isaiah seemed to do well - he was growing and was healthy, but me....that was a whole different story.  The first 3 weeks after his birth were far more painful than labor, simply because the pain from nursing was constant, often intense, and there seemed to be no end in sight. The pain was the worst while I fed him, but it almost never went away after and in between.  I quickly became knowledgeable on many aspects of nursing, including the baby's latch, nursing positions, a large list of possible complications/infections and how to treat them, and so on.
   At 4 weeks, I was able to see a lactation consultant.  She was very nice, but I left feeling even more discouraged, because she couldn't find any reason of what could be wrong.  I tried the couple things she suggested, but they didn't help.  Some days the pain was ok to deal with, some days it was nearly intolerable.  I had become an ibprofen junkie--I knew exactly when I could take my next pill, and longed for the time to go faster!  This after rarely taking any medication for cramps, headaches, broken bones, or sickness my entire life.
   By 5 weeks, it still hurt, but much less than the first 3 weeks.  Around the 8th week, I was going to bed one night and noticed that wow, everything feels ok!  By 10 weeks for sure, all the pain was gone totally.  Nursing became much like I had always imagined it would be - a sweet time of closeness to hold and nourish my little baby.
   The point is, it was tough.  There were many times I wondered how long I'd be able to keep it up - 6 months? a year?  How long could I endure the pain?  But, it DID go away, and I'm so thankful I didn't get up.  I'm thankful for all the people who prayed for me. I'm also very thankful to Andrew for his never-ending support, love, and encouragement, and for all the times he shared my tears.  
   I know that breastfeeding doesn't work for everybody, and that not everyone wants to do it, and of course that's totally OK. It's a choice that needs to work for the whole family.  I definitely don't think I would have made it through, sticking it out, if Andrew hadn't been so supportive.   So if you WANT to breastfeed your baby, keep pressing on through the tough first days and weeks.  For us, it has been worth it.

#4: Immunizations:  Ooooh, touchy subject. Yes, I know. You may get tired of hearing this, but I had also assumed that everybody got vaccinated.  Turns out, it's not true.  Shocked?  I was!  I've met several families recently who have chosen not to get their children vaccinated, or at least not on the schedule recommended by the CDC. Naturally, I was very curious to know why--what about the vaccinations would hold them back or lead them to their decision?  I began to hear some arguments against vaccines--their possible dangers/complications/side effects, what they are made up of, and a general concern for the safety of the immunizations in their children.  Hmm.  I had never heard any of these thoughts - only the ones for getting vaccinated.  Isaiah already had his 2 month vaccination appointment scheduled, and as the date drew nearer I got panicky.  What should we do?  Could they really harm him?  Do the benefits outweigh the risks?  
   I didn't know enough about it to feel like I could make the right choice for our baby.  We decided to keep the appointment - but the whole time I was feeling so nervous!  Were we doing the right thing?!?!   Fast forward 2 months - it had been a rough several weeks as Isaiah had developed some extreme fussiness before/during nursing , lots of crying, poor sleep, and we just couldn't figure out why.  We started taking him to a trusted Chiropractor we knew, and she noticed a lot of congestion in his digestive system, some areas where his nervous system was going a bit haywire, and other areas his body was 'stuck'. (This is my translation. :) )  The visits of very gentle adjustments seemed to help him alot, but still didn't make it all better. Then we also realized all these things had started about a week about his 2 months shots, and I was scared that that the two were linked.
   Now it was time for his 4 month shots.  He was just starting to get back to 'normal'....what should we do? We had begun doing LOTS of research on vaccines, (which is extremely overwhelming) and we didn't know what the right choice was.  After all, how many millions of children gets these shots and are fine?  But then again, how many are not fine, and have long-term complications?   Back and forth, back and forth I went.  Believing that vaccines were the right thing to do, for society and for his long-term safety, and yet unsure of if they were safe for him, right now.  My brain was frantic in trying to decide as the day of his appointment drew nearer.
   Finally, a conversation with my mom helped calm me.  She said that either way, I will need to make a choice.  And then, once the choice is made, no matter what it is, I will then need to walk in faith, trusting God to protect him.  And it's totally true.  Isaiah is first and foremost God's child - how much more is he loved by God, his loving Creator, than by us, his parents?  I need to rest in Christ, knowing that He is looking out for Isaiah's well-being on a much greater level than I can ever do.
  1st lesson learned: Isaiah is in God's hands, and in that, I rest.  
  2nd lesson learned (again): Do some research so we can make informed decisions for our children.

#5: Diet:  For many mothers, this can become a point of huge sacrifice for their babies, if they're breastfeeding and their baby is intolerant or allergic to something (dairy, eggs, gluten, etc).  I'm very lucky and thankful that Isaiah hasn't had any issues with what I eat.  In the first several weeks, though, I was very careful about what I ate because I was nervous it might affect him.  I was careful with too much fruit, dairy, sugar, and continue to be closely watch my caffeine intake.  Caffeine can be one of the hardest ones, because new mommies, like myself, are sooooooooo tired.  But, I'm learning to live on the strength the Lord provides for the day instead of a 2nd cup of coffee or Diet Coke. :)

#6:  Sleep:  To let cry or always soothe?  Who knew that a baby's sleep would be so complicated?!  I certainly didn't!  The thoughts of sleep has dominated my thoughts since Isaiah's 7th or 8th week of life.  He's become a chronic 45 minute napper - which means he basically ALWAYS wakes up at the 45 minute mark (which is how long it take for a baby to go through a sleep cycle), though he needs about 1 hour 30 minutes+ per nap to be really well rested.  This has been a huge struggle, as he usually doesn't fall asleep very easily for the rest of his nap.  I've gotten good at doing other things in my life in 45 minute increments. :)
  Anyway, a baby needs to learn how to fall asleep, as all we adults have learned to do in our early childhood as well.  Some are better sleepers than others, and learn how to soothe themselves pretty quickly.  For others, it's more challenging.  There are many methods out there on how to teach your child to learn to fall asleep.  Some advocate always rocking, nursing, bouncing, or holding your baby until they're asleep and then putting them down.  Others recommend putting them in their crib for nap/bedtime awake and letting them cry until they fall asleep on their own.  We decided early on that because myself, as a new mommy, couldn't bear to hear his pitiful little cries without attending to him, that we would not let him "Cry it out" until he was about 4 months, as recommended in a book, Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child, by Dr. Weissbluth.
   Instead, we worked on putting him down in his crib awake, but calm and drowsy; establishing a good consistent pre-nap/bedtime routine that helped him know it was time to sleep, and letting him use a pacifier to suck on.  Isaiah is usually quite good at going to sleep for his naps and bedtime.  But the waking up at the 45 minute mark remains our challenge....  Mommies out there - any tips or advice on this one? :)
   At 4 months old we started letting him cry at the beginning of naps/bedtime.  Our rule is that we will reinsert his pacifier one time in the first 5-10 minutes of the nap/bedtime, but that's it.  If he still isn't asleep and starts crying, he has to figure it out for himself.  We started at bedtime one night in May.  We knew it was going to be sooooooooo hard to listen to him cry, but both agreed it was for his good.  We readied ourselves for a gruelling evening of 2-3 hours listening to our precious one cry.   Sure enough, he started right up.  33 minutes later - silence!  Wahoo!  2nd night: 35 minutes.  3rd night: 10 minutes of mild fussing.   What a relief that it wasn't nearly so bad as we expected.  We are still working through what to do when he wakes up at the 45 minute mark, but we have learned that 1) there is not one 'right' way for a baby to fall asleep, 2) it's important to do what we feel comfortable with, and 3) remember to relax and just enjoy our baby!
   Maybe this decision doesn't carry some of the weight as the others I've mentioned, but it involves choices that we have to make everyday to help him gets the sleep he really does need.

#7: Perfume.  On a lighter note, I thought I'd throw in this one just because it really was a conscious decision I made.  I'd read somewhere before Isaiah was born that a baby knows his mommy by her smell, and so I wanted him to know who I was in those beginning days.  After about 3 months, I realized that, 'Oh! It's probably okay if I start wearing perfume now, I think he knows I'm his mommy."   I got so used to not wearing any that I still usually forget about it.  Don't worry, I never gave up deodorant!  :)

As I said at the beginning, there are many other decisions to be made every day concerning our baby, but these are some of the ones that took me by surprise. Lots of hard choices, but in return, we are blessed with this sweet face to look at every day:

What a gift he is to us! We love him so much.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Kira

Meet Kira.  She is beautiful, wild, and an incredible huntress.
(Photo by Esther Bouchard)
I thought I should mention the 4th member of our family, because she was a really big deal to our small family...before Isaiah came along. Oh well.  (Sorry kitty, we still love you, but you're no longer this mommy's baby.  Good thing you like Daddy better anyway! ha!)

We got her as an 8 week old kitten two years ago in May.  It was to help satisfy my ever-stronger growing urge to be a mommy.  It lasted about 7 months. :)  But, it was actually a huge step for us.  We had been married almost 5 whole years, without ever committing to the care an animal requires. Having a pet is a big commitment, so we finally took the plunge.  On top of that, Andrew is quite allergic to cats.  Yup.  Itchy eyes, runny nose, sneezing constantly, the whole nine yards.  So even though I really liked cats, I had resigned myself to the fact that we would never own one.

As it so happens, a few of the staff members at the center we work at are also allergic to cats, but had noticed that when they got a kitten, they seemed to grow accustomed to that one cat's dander, and didn't have any problems with their cat - that they raised from a kitten.  This happened in two particular households, so we thought maybe it would work (though Andrew was very doubtful).

Then, our friends' daughter got a kitten, and we were informed there were more available.....  They kindly offered to keep our kitten, if after a couple months, Andrew didn't adjust to it. Okay, he agreed.

BUT, Andrew said, we would get a male (cheaper to get fixed), AND, I had to agree to a set price he named that if it were to need medical help (say, a surgery or something), we would put it down instead of spending that amount of money. I practically cried just thinking about it, but, okay, it was reasonable enough. After all, I can barely count the number of cats I had growing up that either were hit by a car, disappeared, or were probably eaten by a larger species of the cat family that roamed the hills near my home. The length of a cat's life can be quite unpredictable.

The terms were set.  We had a backup plan in place. Off we went, to pick out our kitty. There were 5 left.  I didn't even look at the females, because getting a male was one of the conditions.  I was trying to decide which of the two were cuter, when Andrew comes over with a little female kitty.  She's snuggled up in his hand, looking absolutely adorable.  He holds her up, "Let's get this one!"  "Um, but it's a girl."  "Yeah, I know, let's get her!"  That's about how it went.

Here she is riding home in his lap.

She pretty much became a daddy's girl right away.  I could never get her to sleep in my lap; however, she had no problems snuggling up with Andrew.  That is, when she wasn't running and jumping and playing like crazy. She's always been extremely active.

She has also become our cat-dog.  She knows her name. She is very aware of what "No" means. She comes when we whistle. She does multiple tricks for food.  She goes on walks with us, staying close by the entire way.  She loves to ride along when we go canoeing or kayaking. She sleeps in her basket each night,
all night.

Though she doesn't snuggle much, she loves to be around people, be scratched under her chin, and in the mix of what's happening. She is often purring.

A quiet, cuddly moment. Rare, but lovely.
(Photo by Esther Bouchard)


Kira lost her purr when Isaiah arrived.  For six long weeks, she didn't make a sound, no matter what I tried to do. I think she was depressed. Or at least certainly not handling the change in our family well.  Suddenly she got a lot less attention. I felt pretty sad for her, in the rare moments during Isaiah's first few weeks of life that I even remembered we had a cat....

Around six or eight weeks, she perked back up and went back to her normal purring self.  She doesn't pay Isaiah much attention, which is okay with us. She does seem to have become a bit more of a trouble maker.  Most parents childproof their house/cabinets from their kids. We are having to childproof the house from our cat. :)

Even though she's no longer the center of our attention, we do love Kira, and she is indeed--and will remain--the 4th member of our little family.


Thursday, May 17, 2012

Growing Up

Tomorrow Isaiah will be 20 weeks old.   4 1/2 months.  Wow.

In this 4th month, I'm noticing how BIG he's getting to be.  My tiny little bundle would curl up like a froggie against my chest, content as can be.  Now, if I can get him to bend his legs (usually it's, "No thanks, Mommy, I'd rather stand!), his head no longer fits under my chin--instead, it rests on my shoulder.  My tiny little bundle looked teeny weeny in his big crib.  Now, he's filling it out.  Two nights ago after we put him down for bed, there was much thumping happening in his dark room. He loves banging his legs down.  He started fussing alot so I peeked in....he was sideways in the crib and his head and feet almost touched each side! How on earth?!????? That was a first.
Isaiah - 3 1/2 weeks
Aaah...sleep is a beautiful thing. - 18 1/2 weeks

He's always loved baths - from his first real one at around 14 days old, to every day since.  He's never once cried in his bath, no matter how tired he's been.   He has, however, cried a couple times when we've taken him out...in protest.   He LOVES to move his legs up and back because they squeak on the foam in the tub.  He loves to splash the water with his hands and feet.    This is what we say every night...  " What time is it?  Bath time! What time is bath time?  Splash time!" :)
1st bath!  (2 weeks old)
Notice the look of squeaking concentration...(16 weeks old aprox...).






May 16, at CQBC's student graduation.

My little new baby is becoming a wonderful, delightful, little person.  Oh how we love him.
  

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

The Balance of One

 I must admit that I haven't felt very inspired lately, which accounts for the lack of postings this month.  It's been a busy month as I try to catch up and keep up on work while preparing for all the big events this summer.  We also went on vacation for a week, house-sitting about an hour and half away.  I got spoiled having Andrew around all the time to help with Isaiah. :)

In the midst of those things, I guess it felt like life had finally stabilized. Figures.

 The last week and a half have been a bit rough as far our handsome offspring goes.  He's had trouble nursing for several weeks (fussing and crying before and during, making motions to latch on only to take one suck and break off, crying, etc etc), which gets alternately better and worse depending on the day/week. We're trying to work through that, but it's been difficult to figure out what the problem is.  As a mommy, it is VERY difficult feeling like the one thing that should always give him comfort is something that seems to frequently give him discomfort, pain and/or make him upset.  Then his night-time sleeping habits have also been getting crazy the past while.  So Andrew and I are both getting a bit sleep deprived again, and this makes my ability to emotionally cope with his nursing woes small...very small.  We'd appreciate prayer in this area. :)

However, these aren't the things I wanted to talk about in this post.   Actually, I wanted to talk about our bank account, seeing as we just passed tax season!  Yes, our bank account.  This week, as we received a refund from our Canadian taxes (we don't receive a 'salary' in Canada!) and a check from the Canadian government --that will come monthly--for child support/care (for our Canadian-born, US citizen baby!), I've been reminded anew at the Lord's INCREDIBLE provision in our lives.  Which then in turn reminded me of our bank account and what I noticed a couple months ago.

Are you ready??!??!  This is amazing.  In the year 2011, Andrew and I saved $1 dollar.  As in, at the end of  the 12 month period, we had one more dollar in our US bank account than we did at the beginning of the year.  Now, under typical situations this could be looked at in a negative light.  I mean, how is $1 going to get your children through college? Or build your investment portfolio?  Or add to your retirement fund?  It won't.

 But in our situation, it represents the Lord's care over us.  Our monthly salary of a few hundred dollars comes from people who faithfully give to us, supporting our family and our ministry in Quebec.  The $1 means that despite several expensive car repairs, high charges for normal car/driver's license stuff (only in Quebec!!!),  super expensive gasoline all year and the countless trips to Montreal for Drs. appointments, a trip to the States to see our families, the expenses of pre-and post-natal care for our baby, moving into a new house, and a host of other expenses, the Lord knew exactly the amount we'd need for the year. And He provided, down to the dollar.  On paper, our expenses should have FAR outweighed our income, and yet, we had extra leftover.

This made me so excited when I saw it!  Now, a few months later, we've received another blessing from the Lord by way of the Canadian government.  I mean, we're here on a one-year volunteer Visa.....it seems a little silly that they want to give us a refund on taxes and monthly child-care support. If they insist, though, there aren't any complaints here! :)

(Insert hour and a half break for supper and putting Isaiah to bed....)

Hmm, now that I've lost my train of thought, I guess that's it for now--just this Mommy being full of thanksgiving for the Lord's goodness.

Here's a fun moment from the day--I can't get enough of this cute face!