And then the sun started shining, and all was well with the world. At least for today ☀️.
This is 4️⃣0️⃣ weeks. This babe’s birth story into this wild and crazy world is on the blog 🦠 . This isn’t the typical newborn experience, and it feels sad to not be able to share her with the world just yet. We’re all a stir crazy, but exponentially more thankful for our health. My New Year’s resolution was to soak up every newborn snuggle of this final baby, so we’ll be here doing just that until further notice 👶🏼🤱🏼💓.
This little 9 day old is keeping us the happiest—and also the most anxious— during this pandemic. Postpartum hormones + COVID-19 anxiety is a special kind of mental whirlwind, but we’re taking it one day at a time. Stay healthy, be well. We’re all in this together ❤️.
Not Irish, still the luckiest ☘️. We might not have been able to make all the treats, do all the activities, or take the most curated pictures this year, but safe and sound is where I want to be. Happy St. Patrick’s day from this little crew to you 🍀
It’s Friday he’s in L O V E ♥️. It’s our first day home from the hospital and schools in PA just closed for 2 weeks. What a time to be alive. Wish us luck for bedtime and beyond 😷🥴
She’s here 🥰 Welcome Maren Josefine, who made our family whole 🌈 #partyoffive
38 WEEKS. The home stretch. This entire pregnancy, I’ve held my breath from one milestone to the next. First, for my betas to double. Then, to see a heartbeat. Next, NIPT bloodwork. Then, making it out of the first trimester. Our 20 week ultrasound—did we really have a healthy baby? Reaching viability. With just one final obstacle to overcome—delivery—I’m in my head more than ever, wanting for her to be here to know that everything is OK, that she really is safe. That she’s ours. Here’s to the next few weeks and finding the trust in my body to bring her to us. Let’s do this thing.
These last days with just these two—they feel sacred and holy. We’re slowly saying goodbye to today and making room for tomorrow—a sibling, a baby, a whole new reality, but that doesn’t mean that change is always easy. I know everything will be harder and demand more of all of us. And as much anticipation as the future holds, one thing is certain: there’s nothing I’ve loved more than being a mom to boys and Ill never forget these days. I’ve learned wrestling moves, recited super heroes, cheered on karate, bandaged up the never ending bumps and bruises. Most of all, I’ve learned how fiercely boys love their moms, and pouring my love into them in return is the best thing I’ve ever done. There may be a sister coming, but I’ll always have been a boy mom first 💙💙.
One of my favorite purchases lately: this swing, which has been PERFECT for our rough and tumble, perpetual motion, sensory seeking little BOY 👦🏼 , who now spends parts of every day laying in it hammock style or spinning himself in it until both of us are dizzy 🌪. On the blog tomorrow: a “Loving Lately” post on this and 4 other hodge-podge things (recipes, books, podcasts, clothing finds) that, as the title indicates, I’m really digging. See you there 🙃.