Sadie Ann // 18 Months Old

Watching your babies grow up is a curious thing. At every age and stage I think to myself, I love this age, I wish she wouldn't grow up. I'm particularly loving 18 months. 
Sadie Ann is constantly learning. 
She looks, listens, observes, and takes in everything. 
She imitates words, sounds, and intonations. 
She uses signs and {mostly} follows directions. 
She loves exploring new things. 

This girl loves life. 

She says dada, kay-kay for Katie, and nana for mama. 
She loves going outside and playing in the grass or with leafs off of the tree. 
She's warming up to her sister - she gives her kisses, plays with her feet, and gives her her paci. 
Sadie Ann is a wonderful eater - some of her favorite foods are avocado, banana, 
canned beets, butter beans, sharp cheddar, and tomatoes. 
Her crawl is lightening fast. 
She is able to stand and balance for several minutes at a time. 
She's taking a couple steps and it's just a matter of time before she is running around our home. 
She loves riding her bike and helping bake sweet treats.  
She loves saying her prayers and shouting Amen! 
She feels all genres of music deep in her soul and lets her body show it - this girls loves dancing! 

Her personality, happiness, and love for life make every single day and joy just to be in her presence. I'm so fortunate to have such a blessing and a miracle in my life everyday. 

This 1 pound, 6 ounces 11.5 inch baby is now 17 pounds, 3 ounces and 28.5 inches long!

Happy 18 months, big girl! 


Allison Paige: One Month Old

The days are long, but the years are short. 

Nothing hurts my heart more than realizing the above saying is completely true. The past four weeks or so have seemed to crawl by slowly. The days and the nights are long. Oh, the nights. Then, out of nowhere, it's May 29th, and your newborn is already a month old. And your other newborn is 17 months old.

How did I get here?

I feel like I am very present in the day-to-day actives - trying to soak in every moment because I am hyperaware that time truly does fly by. I was given this warning several times by my mother growing up: the older you get, the faster times flies. She was right. Time always wins. It can't be paused or stopped - it keeps going and we keep moving.

We can only accept this reality and do our best to look past the laundry, dirty dishes, and messy house to enjoy each and every moment - or, in my case, just to survive the day with two tiny babies! We need to put the distractions away and play with musical barns and Noah's Ark; read books and make a mess at lunch. Otherwise, it won't be just a month that has passed by, it will be 18 years.

Our precious Allison Paige was born a month ago, on Sunday. The past month has been exhausting. Even with the help of Chris, my mom, and my mother in law, it's still been exhausting. It's also been beautiful. I find my life to be most beautiful in the rare moments when I have both of my girls in my arms or in my lap. Those moments are completely rare with a newborn and a one year old, but it's happened a couple times - and I soak up every minute.

At one month old, Allison still basically just sleeps and eats, but we are slowly learning more and more about her.

This tiny one month old has a short patience (and by short I mean no patience) between waking up and wanting milk. Her cry is painfully piercing, but I'm grateful for healthy lungs that have the ability to hit decibels no newborn should be able to hit. She loves nursing. Loves it. She'd stay at the bar all day if I let her! Her dirty diapers are constant. She has a love/hate relationship with a paci and being swaddled. She has piercingly beautiful blue eyes. And she sometimes giggles in her sleep. She loves snuggles and falling asleep on my chest. And that sweet smile melts my heart. 

I'm thankful to have already enjoyed a month with this precious baby. I'm doing my best to enjoy every moment before they all turn into wonderful memories, but I also look forward to seeing her personality emerge and seeing her grow up. Such a bittersweet life we all live.

 Happy one month, Allison Paige! 

I'm currently working on writing up her birth story. I cannot wait to share that special day! 


Pink Paisley

dress // c/o PinkBlush
purse // Kate Spade {similar}

I'm backkkk! I never really went anywhere, but it has been quite some time since my last outfit post. Why? I'm a stay at home mom that really only gets out of the house for appointments, errands, and the occasional leisurely shopping trip. Otherwise, I'm in my maternity leggings, a sweater, and tennis shoes. Not quite blog worthy; however, incredibly functional and comfortable.

A lot has probably changed since you last saw a picture of me. Despite the convincing photographs, I'm not actually wearing white, sheer stockings - I'm just that lilly white right now. Yikes. And although I look as if I am smuggling an over-sized basketball, that's actually a baby that is (thankfully) staying put and growing!

I will say, I am slightly disappointed in myself for not taking advantage of dressing my baby bump this time around. When I went on bed rest so early in my last pregnancy and then delivered at 23 weeks, I felt robbed of being able to shop and wear pieces that look cute with a bump underneath them. However, my priorities throughout this current pregnancy have also been incredibly different now that a one year old occupies all of my being - from the time I wake up until the time she goes to bed. Such is life and I would not change it.

So snapping a picture when I actually look decent has been on the back burner. Until now. Check out this dress!

I've recently had the honor to collaborate with PinkBlush Boutique. Have you heard of them? They are a trendy, online boutique that offer clothes (and a ton of dresses) for women, maternity, plus size, nursing and even baby! They offer such an adorable and wide selection for maternity, but when I saw this particular dress, I had to have it! Yes, it's gorgeous, but even better than that, it's comfortable!

If you're in the market for maternity clothes or any type of pretty clothing, then hop over to ShopPinkBlush and get to browsing. Lightweight, bright-colored dress season is upon us and I'm confident you can find something!


My Baby Could Have Been Aborted On the Day She Was Born

Writing this post has been heavy on my heart for quite some time. In fact, shortly after my daughters were born, I came across this video of a woman going undercover to expose the late-term abortion industry. A real eye-opener if you take the time to watch. The video crushed my heart because the undercover "planned" abortion was at 23 weeks and 2 days - which was the exact gestation that my babies were born.

In the recent year, as my life as travelled in directions I never dreamed, I have found the idea of late-term abortion makes me so uncomfortable and livid that when I really get to thinking about this selfish act, I can feel my blood pressure rise. I can feel myself being taken over by disgust and disappointment in those that choose, support, and complete these violent acts.

Maybe this is your first time to my blog. If so, I have some explaining to do. In 2014 I became pregnant with (fraternal) twins after two years of desperately trying to conceive. Both beautiful girls! At 16 weeks gestation, the lower baby's water broke. Miraculously I did not go into labor and was able to stay on hospital bed rest for seven weeks. At 23 weeks, her sac, which never re-sealed, developed a slight infection and threw my body into labor. My prayer was to only deliver her, but her sister could not stand the idea of being alone and decided to follow her big sister. Due to the lack of fluid for the past seven weeks, our first baby girl's lungs were not ready for this world and she passed shortly after birth. However, our second daughter was born moving and breathing and the NICU team was able to successfully intubate her. She spent 115 days in the NICU and is now 14 months old and perfectly healthy. A true miracle and testament to the power of prayer!

So let's go back to the day my babies were born and focus on my daughter, Sadie Ann, whose sac was intact up until delivery. She had no complications during pregnancy. She was simply born prematurely. Extrememly prematurely. She's called a micro-preemie. She was one-pound and six-ounces. She was 11.5 inches long. Her foot measured an inch. Her hands the size of my fingernail. She was impossibly small. Unimaginable unless you've seen if for yourself.

Still, despite her size, she was still a human. At 23 weeks and 2 days gestation she had a heart, a brain, lungs, stomach, eyes, hair, fingers, toes, nails, and a personality. Sure, she needed medical intervention to be given a chance to live, but her need for lung support, medication, and medical attention doesn't de-value her life.

When an adult is in a horrific car accident or an elderly person has a CVA (stroke) and requires lung support, medication, and medical attention we don't then consider them no-longer a life. No, we provide them what they need to hopefully pull them through their particular medical event. No difference in a stroke patient and a baby born at 23 weeks when it comes to the need for medical attention to hopefully save the life.

The thing that baffles me most about late-term abortion is this. Consider the day my daughter was born. Again, she was 23 weeks and 2 days gestation. That morning, prior to her birth, I had every right to go to a clinic and have her "humanely" aborted - also, although not as popular a term - killed. However, that afternoon, after she was born, if the same abortion process was preformed (you know, a large needle haphazardly injected into her brain, her limbs ripped off, and then her body parts sold or discarded), it would have been considered murder.

The baby didn't change. The only thing that changed was the name of the method used to kill it.

Same day.
Same torturous method.
Abortion if it's in the womb.
Murder if it's outside of the womb.

Our laws and our views have become so blurry and so desensitized that we only see and hear what we want. We overlook, or even ignore, the reality that it's still murder. It's tortuous for the child.

We've stripped babies of their right to life simply because of their location. 

In explaining these truths, I simply want to bring awareness to anyone considering abortion and especially those considering late-term abortion. When the clinic says to you at 20, 21, 22, 23, 24 weeks... "it's not a baby yet" or that "the baby doesn't have all it's parts" they are lying. They are simply providing words to make you feel better about murder so they can remain a business. They are taking advantage of your lack of education.

Sure you might not have planned to become pregnant and may not be able to take care of a child - and that's ok! There are so many options for you and that child without stopping his/her heart and then removing the baby from your body by pulling off an arm and leg one at a time (yeah, it's harsh). Adoption is my favorite option available to you and so many (SO many) couples would love the opportunity to raise and provide for your child if you are unable or are not ready.

Consider your options. There are so many!
Consider that it's not just your life when abortion crosses your mind.

Here is my daughter. This is what a baby born at 23 weeks looks like. 

This is what that baby can look like a year later. Beautiful, healthy, and happy. 


TIME: A Cruel and Beautiful Gift

In the past three years, time has revealed it's multi-layered face within my life.

Two years of trying to conceive felt like a lifetime; seven weeks of hospital bed rest blurred the lines between days and weeks; four months in a NICU felt like an eternity. Then, all of a sudden, I had a one year old; on top of that, I'm almost 25 weeks along in a pregnancy that I've just wrapped my head around.

How does time take forever and slip by simultaneously?

Tonight I sat on the bathroom floor, beside the tub; Sadie Ann was in her inflatable, yellow rubber-ducky tub. She smiled, carried on serious conversations with her toys, splashed, giggled, and listened to me when I had to tell her No (a couple times - she likes to try and climb out). I watched her hold and study her toys. I watched her make decisions and come up with independent thoughts.

I just watched. 

It's been a few weeks coming. I've slowly been realizing the tiny baby that needed me for every nook and cranny of her life is growing up. She, of course, still needs me most of the time, but she can hold her bottle, she can sit on the floor and play by herself, she can move around and get the toy she wants, and she can entertain herself.

I'm no longer her sun.

Her world is getting bigger and my role is getting smaller. Only slightly smaller, but smaller none the less. Still, every aspect of her life is completely dependent on me - and will for many years to come; however, in each of those aspects she is gaining independence. An independence in which I am completely grateful - her prognosis at birth was quite terrifying and becoming an independent child wasn't guaranteed. So I'm overwhelmed with the progress and growth I see in her daily, but it's also a constant reminder that my little five-pound baby that we brought home at four months old, on April 10th, isn't that same tiny, needy baby. A hard and harsh reality to face.

Life doesn't wait for you to catch up - I find myself wanting to revisit the days she took a bottle every three hours. The nights when she was up two or three times. That sweet little face that has already changed so much. It all moves too quickly and I'm scared I'll be going to dance recitals and ball games, then taking her to the DMV and prom dress shopping next time I look up.

I was always warned of the beast of time. My mom and my grandmother have said multiple times, the older you get, the faster time flies! Yeah, I've noticed. But it's not until your baby girl is no longer a baby girl that it brings you to your knees.

My point is - tonight was a punch in the gut. It was a reminder that time doesn't stand still, there's no rewind button, and babies don't keep. And that's the cruel part. Contrastingly, we are given the gift of joy through watching them grow. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. We want them to develop their own independence. We want to see them move forward and create a successful and full life. Here I am realizing the juxtaposition of these emotions will be a never-ending tug-of-war game for the rest of my life.