Laundry

Nine years. It’s our anniversary today! We got married on a Friday the thirteenth and am feeling like today is more like the “Friday” than the one when we were married.

Happy Anniversary

The FLU is here. Vomit is never welcome in our home but I feel especially exasperated when it arrives when I am pregnant. Thank the Lord that I am not sick (yet). I have been queasy for the past three days and although I should not have any morning sickness at 23 weeks it is hard to determine if it is pregnancy related, if I have a touch of the flu, or if my surroundings are messing with my head.

Vic and I had agreed to do something fun tonight. I saw that the movie War Room was playing at our local theater and suggested we see it and go out for dinner. We were kind of excited since we haven’t been to a movie since October Baby! But today, a quick dinner at home in between my loads of laundry will have to suffice… and hopefully a rain check movie date soon!

Laundry

So, is it a happy anniversary? Yes, I would have to say, indeed it is! I have a wonderful husband, children to care for and love on, and a washing machine to take care of the messes. I am beyond blessed!

PS- While I was typing this a surprise arrived! A cake from my favorite bakery!!!!! (From our dear daughter.) I was totally surprised and she has no idea how much that surprise just made my day!

Anniversary Cake

How is your October going? Have you been able to enjoy this beautiful weather?

 

Oh Baby!

Baby

I’m blogging again and as my motherly nesting instincts set in so comes the urgency to write. Yes! We are pregnant with baby #4 and are due in early February!!

Baby

Pregnancy such a gift and it becomes even more so each time. This pregnancy has been easy on me so far. The first trimester was sluggish (although I don’t know any other way at this point) and came with lots of food aversions, mainly in the form of meat. We are now nearing week 18 and I am feeling the usual urge to sort, file, and organize everything in sight. I dearly wish that I could have this same gumption when not pregnant!!

I have a few things in the works for this fall and many many blog posts to write that have been spinning in my head for some time now. God keeps calling me to be more bold in my faith and to share it. This past summer I was stunned with the news of SCOTUS and everything happening with Planned Parenthood to the point of being speechless. After considerable amounts of prayer I continue to feel that He is calling me to bear witness and to share my faith and how we live our faith as a family at home in hopes to help others do the same.

I hope you all have been well… I have missed writing here dearly! Is there anything new in your corner of the world?

XO Janalin

2015!

2015 Project 52:1

2015 Project 52:1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2014 was a transition year for me. We added a third child to our family and I’m not going to lie, it wasn’t easy for me. I’ve always had some sort of ‘flying by the seat of my pants’ talent…. if there is such a thing. But all of the sudden this third person came with some sort of maternal memory loss, exponentially larger messes, and compiled frustrations to do anything outside of the house. Honestly I was embarrassed. I remembered how two children were so easy for me to handle. Now, getting out of the house was often more of a chore than I wanted to bother with. I was frustrated with the way our house looked, with my own dis-disheveled appearance, and children that didn’t seem to understand that when I said it was time to get your shoes on that I meant now- not tomorrow. I ashamedly had more than one mommy temper tantrum.

During those moments it was like an out of body experience for me. It was almost like I was watching what was happening at the same time. And I didn’t like it one bit. I knew the mama I wanted to be and I so very much wasn’t being her. I knew this was a breaking point and that something had to change.

I made a point to try to figure out how to better manage our life. I wrote down what I wanted to do and who I wanted to be. And I could see that the reason I was two steps forward and three steps back was because I was giving too much of myself to everyone else.

As we start 2015 be sure that you carve out the time needed for you. I wish that someone had told me to do so seven years ago. Take time to care for and refresh yourself because you are worthy. Because you are important. I am so thankful for His graces. And for fresh beginnings. And that He who loved us so much that He gave His life gives us a new chance. Every. Single. Day.

God Bless you Lovelies! All the best in 2015!! xo

PS- Yes you see another Project 52! And even though I didn’t even come close to finishing my ‘Motherhood is’ book for last year I am going back this month and finishing it out. :) This year I chose ‘Right now I love’. Join me and link up in the comments if you want to!

“Just get up earlier”

Just get up earlier

“Just get up earlier.”

That was the advice that I got from a woman at the library today. And I know she’s right. I could be a little bit more put together… my day less frenzied… if I would get up earlier. I know I should. But the honest to God truth is-

I’m. Exhausted.

And when you’re exhausted… when you haven’t slept the whole night in over a year… When you feel like you’re taking continual naps… the idea of an alarm clock is impossible.

In these last several months of exhaustion I’ve been blessed beyond measure. I have a wonderful husband, three healthy children, and so much family to be thankful for. Look at him.  This baby, who isn’t so little anymore.

 

Just get up earlier

 

This wonderful gift from God…is growing up on me all too fast. I’ve been making sure I take time to marvel in him. Marveling at every new thing that he does. Marveling at the things that make him laugh and the number of wrinkles that I have to wash in his legs. And on the days that I’m exhausted and I feel like are so long… I look at this wonderful gift.

 

These fleeting moments… I know how lucky I am. Many mamas that don’t get this chance. And so in this season I will be thankful. I look for the brightness in each day and I see the joy in the face of my babies. And for that Lord, I thank you.

Project 52:9 {Monotonous}

Project 52:9  |  janalinhood.com

Project 52:9  |  janalinhood.com

As part of a personal project documenting my memories of this place in my life called motherhood I am doing a 52 week journal, called Project 52.  I encourage you to join me in preserving ever fleeting memories.  If you wish to join and have a link to your project, please leave a link in the comments.  A year from now you will wish you had started today.  xo

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Linking up to: Danielle  |  Mercies in the Morning

Project 52:8 {Delight}

Project 52:7  |  janalinhood.com

Project 52:7  |  janalinhood.com

As part of a personal project documenting my memories of this place in my life called motherhood I am doing a 52 week journal, called Project 52.  I encourage you to join me in preserving ever fleeting memories.  If you wish to join and have a link to your project, please leave a link in the comments.  A year from now you will wish you had started today.  xo

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Linking up to: Danielle  |  Mercies in the Morning

Project 52:7 {Hard Work}

Project 52:7 www.janalinhood.com

Project 52:7 www.janalinhood.com

As part of a personal project documenting my memories of this place in my life called motherhood I am doing a 52 week journal, called Project 52.  I encourage you to join me in preserving ever fleeting memories.  If you wish to join and have a link to your project, please leave a link in the comments.  A year from now you will wish you had started today.  xo

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Linking up to: Danielle  |  Mercies in the Morning

Project 52:6 {Playful}

Project 52 by Janalin HoodAs part of a personal project documenting my memories of this place in my life called motherhood I am doing a 52 week journal, called Project 52.  I encourage you to join me in preserving ever fleeting memories.  If you wish to join and have a link to your project, please leave a link in the comments.  A year from now you will wish you had started today.  xo

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Linking up to: Danielle  |  Mercies in the Morning

Project 52:5 {Tiresome}

Project 52 by Janalin Hood

Project 52 by Janalin Hood

As part of a personal project documenting my memories of this place in my life called motherhood I am doing a 52 week journal, called Project 52.  I encourage you to join me in preserving ever fleeting memories.  If you wish to join and have a link to your project, please leave a link in the comments.  A year from now you will wish you had started today.  xo

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Linking up to: Danielle  |  Mercies in the Morning

Our Birth Story

Every Good and Perfect Gift

Our Birth Story  |  www.janalinhood.comThe day began like any typical day when you are being induced. I was up only 4 hours after going to bed the night before. And although I knew I needed more than four hours of sleep prior to such a big day I could not let the home duties rest. Yes, the bags had been packed for weeks but the laundry pile was bothering me… as was the fingerprints on the front door and the dishes in the sink. I did all I could, minus putting the laundry away and called it a night.

The next thing I knew the alarm was not so kindly waking me for my shower. I stumbled into the hot steam and pondered the coming days events. Being induced is a strange thing to do. I remembered my last pregnancy and the induction and the feelings were the same. Once we had arrived at the emergency entrance I froze… didn’t want to go in and submit myself to what was to come.

We got settled and started the pitocin just a little before 9am. It was strange being all alone in the room with the man I married seven years ago. We really hadn’t been alone, totally alone, like this since our last baby was born two and a half years ago. Instead of having awkward conversations wondering what to talk about we enjoyed one anther’s company and the moments of silence as well.

By 11am my doctor came in and broke my water. I was dreading this part, as last time it seemed that the water would never stop, but it was no big deal this time. More pitocin and harder and harder contractions followed. By 2pm I was having a hard time breathing during contractions and was ready for the epidural. I was 4 centimeters.

The epidural was expected to go without incident as it had in the past. I remember looking forward to seeing the man with the medical cart more than any other person on the hospital staff. And I welcomed him with the same warmth that I had the previous two times I had delivered. Only this time it was different. Something went wrong. Possibly the local anesthetic they gave me before the epidural was inserted didn’t work… we don’t know… but all I know is that the insertion of that needle was the most intense pain I have had during any of the three deliveries I have had. Julie, my labor and delivery nurse, was compassionate and helpful. Holding my hand, wiping my tears, and not showing any sign of flight when I couldn’t keep from screaming in her ear. I seriously was contemplating changing my mind about the epidural as it took him two times and what seemed like an eternity to get it in place. But he got it done and I was relieved to be done with it.

A few hours went by in the late afternoon and I dozed while Vic patiently waited watching the baby’s monitor and the rate of my contractions. We were estimating a 6pm delivery since I had been 4cm at 2pm, but just after 4:00pm Julie checked me again and I was a very loose 8cm and totally effaced. It was going to be go-time VERY shortly. Julie started to quickly gather the things that she needed for delivery and had other staff bringing the newborn things in and I could tell that I was going to be ready soon. She had called the doctor and he arrived just at the time I was ready to push. We waited for a good contraction and I pushed for a series of two full 10 seconds, and then an additional second or two… and he was born.

Our baby boy was silent following birth and I was scared. I asked if he was okay and Dr Snider assured me he was. Daddy declined to cut the cord, saying that that was what he paid the man in charge to do. Everyone laughed and I finally got to hear our baby boy cry. Relief. They gently wiped him with a towel and placed him on my chest. This was the first time I had immediately held a newborn after delivery and was in heaven. Our newest son looked just like his brother and it was surreal thinking that we were now a family of five. I then watched as they took our little man to the table in the corner of the room and took weighed, measured, and foot printed him.

I was so very thankful everything with the epidural ended up okay. We were able to leave the hospital the following day with a healthy baby and recover at home.

The tears, the pain, the dollars, that go into having a child are so trivial in comparison to the joy they bring in return. I am on my knees with a grateful heart knowing that my greatest legacy is wrapped around the little souls of my children. Perpetually praying for wisdom and guidance to grow and shape our new son. Because these years that some call the hardest are indeed difficult and full of sacrifices. But sacrifices that in turn show us how He loves us. May this child, this gift, be pleasing to You Lord.