Watching Miracles

Thursday night I got to see something amazing, something I had witnessed before, but not for a long time, and something that I am sure will never get old.

I saw a baby be born!

I had the privilege to see three of my nephews be born, the last almost exactly seven years ago. It was just amazing each time.

Then I had my own babies, but I didn’t really get to watch that per se, since Joshua was an emergency C-section, and although Sophie’s was scheduled, they don’t let you watch yourself being carved up for good reason, I am sure.

So – my friend Tosh was in labor alllll night on December 30th and allll day on the 31st, and about nine p.m., she had her sister call and see if I wanted to come because she was ready to push, and I jumped at the chance.

When I got there, I could see the baby’s head and Tosh had pushed a couple of times. Her mom, sister, dad, and grandmom were all there. I felt so privileged to be included in the group. As soon as I came in, Tosh’s mom, my BFF Luanne, started making motions for me to take pictures. So I did.

A few more pushes, and some funny comments from Tosh (after one push -“Is anyone else a little stressed?” and after the baby’s head was out, “Oh my gosh! There’s still SHOULDERS!”) she gave a nice big push and baby Marler Kay was born – all NINE POUNDS FOUR OUNCES of her!! I was in awe. Tosh was so amazing. I know I keep using that word, and I hate to be inarticulate, but it was amazing. I was in awe and overcome by emotion. I sobbed like the crybaby I am as we all hugged and oohed and aahed over this new life and her mother’s efforts to bring her into this world.

A baby being born is such a miracle. It sounds trite to say, but even now, four days later, I am too stunned by what I saw to be more descriptive. It was just indescribably beautiful and miraculous. Truly I felt like the presence and love of God in the process of this baby’s birth.

Welcome to the world, baby girl!

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2009: A Year in Review

So like all the other bloggers in the world, we’ve put together a post highlighting our favorite posts of the year. Most of those over-achieving bloggers did it yesterday, you know, when it was still 2009, but Jenny and I are always a day late and a dollar short, so this comes as no surprise. And we actually didn’t get around to it until January 2nd last year, so we’re really making progress. (What’s that? You missed last year’s edition? Well click right over here for a dose of nostalgia).

So let’s blast through the past year Mommin’ It Up style, shall we?

First of all, in January, Jenny started the year off right by telling us the story of true love. And her bowels.

Then in February, she got stuck in an elevator (and 10 months later, it still makes me laugh).

In March, I let go of any dignity I had left and told you all a story about Spanx, a pregnancy test and a Target bathroom.

On April 15th I remembered to do my taxes.

Jenny got a little sappy in May and wrote about how we both owe our existence to refrigerators and washing machines.

In June, I drew pictures of the time my husband and I walked to Kentucky.

In July, I got stuck in an elevator (and 5 months later, I still can’t believe the irony).

Jenny’s baby started school in August, and so did mine.

In September, Jenny told us the romantic story of her husband cutting his thumb off with a saw.

Kate and I made a disastrous cake in October.

In November, Jenny was chastised by a disinfectant company and pacified by the mayor-elect of Dayton, all in one day.

And finally, in December Jenny fessed up about the fact that she was a 20-year-old doggy-paddler.

Thank you all for being here through the good times and the bad, laughing at with us and crying with us. We big puffy heart our readers. You both all are the best.

Happy New Year!

Also? Don’t forget about your ovaries.

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If There was Ever Any Doubt…

…here’s proof that I am not a “fun mom“.

My kids don’t believe in Santa. And they never have. I never did as a child, by the time I was born, my oldest brother was almost seven years old and I think my parents were just over it.

Joshua has lots and lots of older cousins who know Santa isn’t real, and basically, I was too lazy to go into all the effort to fool him and thereby have robbed him of an element crucial to the magic of childhood.

Oh, well.

The problem is, Joshua kind of likes the idea of Santa. He knows Mommy and Daddy hook him up with presents, but he wouldn’t mind ol’ St. Nick hooking him up with a few more. A few days before Christmas he asked me hopefully, “Mommy, is Santa really not real?”

“He’s a real person who lived hundreds of years ago. His name was St. Nicholas.”

“So he’s dead?”

“Umm…yeah.”

Many of Joshua’s friends at school, including his carpool buddy Ethan, still believe. (Part of the reason he asked me that last question, I am sure, because totally, if his friends think Santa is real, he must be! Surely Mommy is just holding out on him!) So the day after we had the above conversation, we were in the car, and Joshua says, “Mommy, can I tell Ethan Santa’s dead? ‘Cause he’ll understand.”

Oops.

“NO! Do NOT tell Ethan Santa’s dead! You need to wait til his mommy & daddy decide to tell him!”

So, before we went to Christmas at our grandma’s house on Christmas Day, I had to instruct Joshua not to tell his cousin Kate that Santa is dead.

‘Cause really, Emily would KILL me. And that would have really put a damper on Christmas! And on my career as a “fun mom”.

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Totally unrelated, for a great 2009 recap of world news, check out my Uncle Paul’s blog today! Hilarious!

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