Sunday Snapshot

I obviously failed the February Photo-a-Day challenge.
Mostly because I just take pictures of my baby :)

Sunday Snapshot!

The Impossible

Tonight I had a thought.

And then I thought there's no way.

I  felt convicted of thinking You're too small.

-God, you are no small god.
Lord, You are more than big enough.
much. much. more.
You make the impossible happen.
"In Your strength I can crush an army; with my God I can scale any wall."
"Who is the King of glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle!"
"If God is for us, who can be against us?"
Forgive me for not trusting in Your power.
Lord, there is none greater.
Only You can do this.
Only You can change the world, only You.
And I'm glad You're on my side.
Fighting for the truth.
I will fight for Your truth all the days of my life.
I'm trusting in You for the impossible.

One Fine Day

Today I'm flashing back to one of my favorite days ever.

The birth of my favorite little man.

Healthy baby boy. 7lbs 1 oz, 19 1/4 in long.

I still have a difficult time remembering those numbers because the first time I heard them I was in a dream. It all happened so fast. Suddenly the life that was growing inside of me that I had been praying for was on my chest. That moment and the first few days that followed are indescribable. The feelings of love were overwhelming. Breathtaking. Something only God could create. I remember sobbing as I held you for the first time. There I was a new mom with a beautiful new life.

You did need a little coaxing to help bring you into this world-maybe you're a little shy or maybe you're not a fan of change (like your mom).

Thursday, December 22nd 12 a.m. we arrived at the hospital. We checked in and then rode the elevator to the second floor. A nurse showed us to our room and after barely getting settled and changing into my gown they started my IV, drew some blood, and placed Cytotec to help get the induction process going. We tried to get some sleep that night, but with the anxiety and all the in-and-outs from the
nurses, sleep was far from us.

At 8 a.m. they started me on Pitocin and my doctor came in to break my water. This was very uncomfortable and she wasn't able to break it the first time.

At 9 a.m. my doctor came back for another try. She was successful this time.

By 10:30-11 a.m. I was dilated to about a 4. I was shaking, curled up on one side of the bed clinging to the bedrail and this was when I decided that I wanted the epidural. The epidural was, by every meaning of the word, a lifesaver. However, getting it was not so pleasant.

At about 12 p.m. we were told by the nurses to take a nap because they weren't expecting any more progress until about 3-4 p.m. They made a joke and said I could prove them wrong though. So we told our parents to go have lunch and we tried to take a nap. We laid there talking for a while and then I started feeling some pains. Mr. Baker went to get a nurse for me and when she checked I was dilated to a 10. In one hour I went from being dilated 4 or 5 to a 10. The nurses started scrambling and kept telling me not to push. Nothing was set up and no one was ready for this baby to come!

At 1 p.m. it was time to push. I was in this zone, almost like I was outside of my body. I could hear all the voices telling me to push. I closed my eyes. I was determined.

At 1:35 p.m. on December 22nd, my son was born. A moment in time that was perfectly and wonderfully made. A moment of no words. A place forever frozen in my mind.

Beautiful. Precious. Life.

Capitol Visit

Today little man & I visited the Capitol.
We were there in support of The Personhood Amendment.
It was a beautiful day.

Embrace The Camera!

The Dreaded Day

I had been dreading Ry's 2 month shots for a long time. Every time I thought about it I would ache in the pit of my stomach. But sometimes things go better than expected. Mr. Baker held baby boy's arms while the nurse gave the shots. I could feel the tears swelling in my eyes. His face turned deep red and the heart-wrenching cries started. But a tear never fell from my eyes. It all happened so fast and as soon as Mr. Baker and I bundled him up in our arms the crying was over. He knew he was safe, loved and protected.

an unwelcome week

I've been trying to avoid this week since longer than I can remember. Last night we moved baby boy from his bassinet to the pack and play. I'm glad that we are taking small steps in moving him to his crib otherwise I would be a complete mess. If it were up to me little man would stay in our room forever. But that's just weird. Unless my plan to keep him little really comes true...I'm still hoping. It was so funny seeing him this morning-all swaddled up in his cocoon he had managed to wiggle himself on the complete opposite side of the pack and play! I'm glad he did well in it even though it hurts to see him growing so fast already. I remember when he looked so tiny in his bassinet and now he fills it completely from head to toe. 

Tonight I have to leave my baby boy for the first time. I haven't left him for more than about 30-45 minutes. Stupid two night 4 hour long CPR course! Seriously, it doesn't take that long to learn CPR people! I could perform CPR on the entire class 5x in that amount of time!

And the main reason that brought me to dreading this week: Ry's 2 month shots tomorrow morning. I'm so not looking forward to this. I don't know who is going to be more upset, me or my precious little man. ugh. wish me luck.

Lately

Not a lot going on lately, mostly just hanging out with Mr. Ry man. He's pretty cool though so I don't mind. The weather has been nice so we got to enjoy a few walks together. It's good to feel the sunshine. We are looking forward to spring at the Baker residence :)