My midwives sat across from me during my prenatal appointment, with crossed legs and kind countenances. They knew something I didn’t. I think you need a new plan, was the gentle reply they voiced only with their eyes. What was my postpartum plan to rest after my third baby was born? Well…nothing? We were new to the area, we weren’t plugged into our church, my husband didn’t have paternity leave,tell me the rest!
Category: Motherhood
How the third baby is different
You’ce done it twice–you’re a pro! But how is it different the third time around?
Corrin Bjorn: a homebirth story
I clutched the steering wheel a little harder as another tightening pain encircled around my belly. Ouchhh. Stupid fake contractions. A pause. My mind began to wander. How’s Alia doing in the backseat? Man, I can’t wait for this dessert. Why are the boys taking so long? Maybe tomorrow–eek, that one hurt. Wait. Those were close together too…? My husband had taken my son into the grocery store to picktell me the rest!
I’m now approximately 8436 months pregnant and counting
The contractions began, radiating heat and throbbing in my lower back, as I was discussing an insurance claim with our Geico agent on a blustery January morning. They were 3 minutes apart and lasting over a minute–and I was 32 weeks pregnant. My midwife asked me to come in for a NST after I adamantly insisted it wasn’t necessary for me to go straight to the hospital and the secondtell me the rest!
19 lessons I learned in 2019
2019 has been a year of change. Every part of our lives have changed–from the jobs, to the location, to our marriage, our family, our living situation–everything. The kids and I moved three times. My husband moved four times. From the east coast to southwest to farther north on the east coast. My husband got out of the military and we were a civilian family for the first time ever.tell me the rest!
I’ve never met my civilian husband
Four years ago, an 18 year old missionary kid moved back from England early to marry her high school sweetheart. They had only been together for two weeks out of the two years since he had left during his junior year of high school. In those two years, she finished high school in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia working as an English teacher and training in Muay Thai and he joined thetell me the rest!
Tips and tricks for flying (especially alone) with two young kids
If acting as a pack mule is inevitable, at least do it wisely.
Potty training chronicles part 2: how I potty trained in two days
April was six months ago now and I put off finishing the post until it had a happy ending. Here it is: We have successfully (basically) potty trained! You can check out the beginning of our potty training journey here. I got cocky and totally thought my kid had potty trained himself and hahhhh–I was wrong. God humbled me and there was still four months to go. Thanks, Lord. Didtell me the rest!
Potty training chronicles part 1: I got cocky
Six months ago… Two hit us at the end of April and that meant I couldn’t put it off much longer. It was time to begin potty training. Booooooo. Or, more accurately, poo. Conveniently, my son’s birthday came along and we requested a training potty, so my sister-in-law, being the wonderful aunt that she is, searched high and low on Amazon until she found this: The Hot Wheels Training Potty.tell me the rest!
20 reasons having kids at 20 is (extra) no piece of cake
I occasionally (okay–often) sit and stare as our childless neighbors lounge quietly on their patio. No tiny humans grabbing at their eyes, rubbing peanut butter on the brand new beige sofa, saying “mama” for the 1938423th time in 14 seconds. Just a husband and a wife, enjoying the peace. Alone. With no kids. Because they don’t have any. I’m not creepy. Just…wistful. Don’t get me wrong, I adore being atell me the rest!