Birth Announcement

I still don't have time to blog quite yet, but here is a little something until I do.

 

He's about the sweetest thing I've ever seen.  Ever.

Merry Christmas!

He's Here!

With so much joy and gratitude, we introduce our son

Beckett Miller

Born on Saturday, December 8, 2012

4:02pm

9 pounds

21 inches long

We are all doing great!  Details and a million more pictures to come!

Still Waiting...

*This should have posted last week but it didn't go through for some reason.*

"Worry implies that we don’t quite trust that God is big enough, powerful enough, or loving enough to take care of what is happening in our lives."  -Francis Chan, Crazy Love

Well, our due date came and went.  Oh well.  It was only a date on our calendar; it wasn't on Beckett's.  He'll come when he's good and ready!

Also, we found out last Friday that B has developed a heart arrythmia, called fetal premature atrial contraction (PAC).  That's just a fancy term for an irregular heartbeat.  It happens in 1-2% of pregnancies.  It usually resolves itself spontaneously prior to delivery.  If not, it usually resolves itself in the first six weeks. 

Although neither of these things are really any cause for concern, it's hard to not worry.  Will he ever come on his own?  How will labor go given that he'll be bigger?  Will his sweet little heart revert to a normal rhythm by the time we meet him?  Will he need any special care if it doesn't?

These things cross my mind on occasion, but I don't let them stay.  After the past few years, it's easy to remind myself that I'm not in control of any of this.  I'm just along for the ride.  God knows Beckett's birthday and each beat of his heart, just as He knows the number of hairs on his head and a million other things that we don't. 

So, I fix my mind instead on daydreaming of the big day.  The thrill of realizing "it's time."  Driving to the hospital.  Kolby.  The teamwork of labor.  Family waiting.  Friends waiting.  The moment we meet our son.  The moment I hold him.  The moment I take a good look at his face, take it all in.  Kolby.  Realizing this is real---that we have a child of our own.  Oh my..... I just can't wait!!!

Here's to hoping that 40 weeks will be our last pregnancy picture!

December

Well, it appears we are having a December baby!  Our doctor thought he might come early, and Kolby has been convinced for weeks that he’d be here any day now.  As much as I also hoped that would be the case, I had a gut feeling it would be December.

December is a really special month for us.  We were married on December 15 five years ago, and all of the Christmas decorations, music, and spirit added so much joy to the time surrounding our wedding.  I love everything about December and the Christmas season.  I love that our anniversary falls so close to Christmas and that every year it’s surrounded by such fun times with Kolby—putting up our Christmas lights, picking out and decorating our tree, shopping and wrapping together, and going out to nice dinners on chilly evenings and getting to enjoy all of the Christmas lights and decorations as we drive around.  I especially love the season of Advent—the warmth of gathering as a church family and preparing for the celebration of Christ’s birth.  Then of course there is Christmas itself, and it is always such a blessing to celebrate such a meaningful holiday with each other and with our families.

I remember last December vividly.  I just knew in my heart that it was the month we would find out we were pregnant.  Sure the odds were against us, but it was December—it was “our” month!  I wrote the whole story in my head.  I know God really had some good laughs at ME writing the story, as if it was mine to write. It just all made sense to me… the waiting, the infertility, the holding onto hope… it would all end in this clever way:  God would bless us with a child in our special month of December.  

But December came and went.  I almost didn’t believe the negative pregnancy test when I saw it.  How could I be wrong, when the story I had written felt so right?  I was devastated.

That was last December.  And things got much worse from there, with the cyst, endometriosis diagnosis, advice to take a break, scheduled surgery, etc.

But what about this December?  This December we will welcome our son into our family.  A precious gift from God, given to us in His perfect timing and only possible through His miraculous power. 

Yep, December is a really special month for us!