Why, Yes, I Do…

… I do have a newborn baby. How could you tell?

Was it the morning breath at 6:00pm?

The really messy house?

Or the spit up on my shoulder?

Perhaps it was the two wet spots on my chest?

Or the tiny knits on my needles?

Maybe it was the dreamy look in my eyes, the occasional happy sigh of contentment, or the thousand baby pictures on my camera?

Why, yes, I do have a new baby.


A Little Announcement

It’s a Girl!!!

And this is where I expected to write an amazing birth story like unto my previous amazing birth stories… But, as they say, things don’t always go the way you plan. When my rising blood pressure landed me in the hospital early last week, I knew this was one of those times. And when the ultrasound revealed an abnormal thickening in certain areas of Baby’s heart, I realized that we were really off the map. After a five day hospital stay, a 27 hour labor induction, and still no final word on Baby’s heart, I really don’t have much to say here. I can’t process any of it until we get to the end of this ride.

Please pray for my little girlie. We go in for yet another echocardiogram tomorrow. Maybe we will get some of our questions answered and can start to move past this very difficult time. Also, my blood pressure has not gone down, yet, and we are still concerned about that as well.

Things don’t always go the way we plan.

But, we did get another beautiful baby girl out of the deal.

You Know You Knit Too Much When…

…a conversation like this takes place in your home:

On Saturday, I called all the kids to attention. “Okay, Guys,” I said, “I need everyone to get some shoes on and get ready to go.”

“Where are we going, Mama?” they all asked.

“Mrs. H had her baby,” I said excitedly, ” And we are going to take some dinners to her.”


“Hang on!” I tried to reign them back in. “Mrs. H is real tired and she needs lots of rest, so we are not going to stay very long.”

“How long can we stay?” Noah asked.

“Less than an hour.”

“Can we play a little?”

“Yes,” I replied, “But, we are not staying very long at all. I am not even taking my knitting.”

Stunned silence.  Everyone looked at me like I had grown a second nose. Then my son said incredulously,

You’re not taking your knitting?!? Wow! That will be a short visit!”


But, look! Baby feet: