Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Every woman is somebody's daughter

The posts about leggings and yoga pants have finally calmed down on my newsfeed. I've been looking forward to this time! If you missed out (which you really haven't), videos of women venting and articles discussing the ethics about such clothing have circulated quite a bit. Although you can probably claim correctly that I have been slow to write on this subject, I purposefully opted out until now.

You see, as one who has grown up in many Christian environments, I have literally heard it all. I have been a model example in some churches and schools, and I have been deemed irresponsible and inappropriate in others. I have sat under lectures comparing our purity and modesty to a gift-wrapped box and preached about the evil nature of jeans on women. Sadly, I am not exaggerating one bit.

The subjects of purity, modesty, and beauty changed dramatically when I became a mother.

When I see and hear a women ranting about the leggings on another women, I remember another situation where I literally experienced the same thing when I wore leggings to school. It just wasn't as witty as the trending videos. Thankfully it didn't destroy me or even bother me, but only because God helped me through it. Now, imagine your daughter being the cause of a viral video. Imagine the source coming from a classmate. Why do we disconnect these thoughts? Every woman is somebody's daughter. Every person is an image of God. Despite our nature as image-bearers, our image feels delicate to us. If we truly felt the confidence God gave us, these destructive videos and articles would not effect us. We are in a fallen world, though, so they do.

I know several of my friends have shared these things- so many, in fact, that I cannot number them or point them out. I do not want anyone apologizing to me. Instead, I'd rather you just evaluate why you post things before you choose to do so.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Finding my inner superwoman

Fighting the "mommy wars" is getting tougher for me. I will admit it. Scrolling through Facebook, Instagram, and even Pinterest breeds my sinful tendency toward discontent all too easily. I sadly have to take frequent breaks or else my heart gets overwhelmed. I have many friends whose honesty only encourages my soul, but I have many whose lifestyle intrigues and ignites my desire for more. The fault lies within myself; I am desperately wicked and have no need for people to sin for me.

My problem is that I see beautiful superwomen around me and not in myself. Oh wait, nope. I see myself instead of God. Blame shifting is much too easy. Society would probably say that I don't have enough self-esteem, but I can only guess at that (I'm not much of an expert on society). I do know, however, that God desires more for me than to find peace and satisfaction in who I am. He has a much more beautiful portrait in Himself. The God of all creation and life finds perfect companionship and contentment in Himself, yet He loves me more than I'll ever know and has indwelt me with His Spirit. He has chosen me as His child. The Gospel frees me from "Mommy Wars" of comparison and discontent because I can find total satisfaction in Him. 

I am a broken person. I do not have perfect health, I do not have tons of money, I don't have a huge home, and I don't even have a paycheck. But when I look at Christ and realize that He has equipped me for my purposes each day, I am complete. I have no need to be a superwoman.


Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Look for that encouragement

Today is just one of those days. Zoey did not sleep well last night and won't sleep well today. Every project I start, I can't finish. I have a whole colony of ants invading my kitchen. Overwhelmed? Just a tad.

Sure, when I look at that perspective how could I not be discouraged? I'm tired, and I don't have things my way. Encouragement is close, though, and I choose not to look at it.

Encouragement knocks everywhere. Your Bible, your husband, your child, your home, your wallet (yes your wallet!), your neighbor, your family, your life. We don't have it as bad as we think. Sure some bills might not be paid, and your child may not be sleeping well, but you have food in your kitchen and a little one to make you smile! Some people's lives are definitely harder than others- I cannot argue otherwise. I know moms whose children are really giving them are hard time, and I know wives that long for a child to make their days crazy joyful. When we look at our blessings as difficulties we will nearly always be discouraged. Turn those complaints into thankfulness. Are you thankful for your job simply because it pays the bills? There you go. Are you thankful for your family? There you go. Are you thankful for your peanut butter and jelly sandwich? There you go! We'd much rather have a steak, but don't let your mind wander there.

My husband reminds me of a verse so often that sometimes I can hear him say it in my head before he does verbally,

Philippians 4:8
Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.

This blog post is obviously rushed, but I needed to "preach" it to myself and thought I'd share it so that I was accountable to it. Choose joy and thankfulness! It's about time I do. Well, my daughter is starting to wake up, so now is my time to act upon this encouragement I had so readily available to me. 

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Zoey Means "Life"

                Zoey’s labor and delivery was filled with so many emotions for me. You can only prepare so much for such a big day because even the smoothest pregnancies can result in a complicated delivery. One of the biggest helps for me was praying that I’d be flexible with what would be best for our little Zoey instead of what I wanted. Anyway, now I’ll answer some really common questions.
Did I have the natural birth that I wanted? Not completely- I had an epidural for part of it. I wanted to make it to active labor before I got one, and I ended up getting the epidural part way through, but I let it run out before I started pushing. Does that mean I am weak or a bad mother? No, and neither do I feel bad that I got one. My contractions were so close together that I had no time in between to prepare for the next wave of pain. I knew I needed some relief or I wouldn’t have strength to push. I was in labor for about 20 hours, and I had an epidural for about 5 of those hours. The nurses kept joking that I had both a natural and a medicated labor! My biggest goal for this aspect of labor was not to use pitocin, a drug that makes your contractions stronger but can put your baby at a stronger risk for fetal distress. Since I was pushing for so long, the nurses offered it so that she could come out faster, but I declined and am still glad I didn’t even though I pushed for over 2 hours.
                Big question of the day- did I scream at Tyler? No. He was my biggest help and support by far. I couldn’t have done it without him, even though the nurses were amazing. He was everything I needed and then some. I snapped at the doctor, but besides that I just screamed when I was pushing! I think I freaked Tyler out a bit from that…
                Was it painful? Um, yes. I don’t think any mother would say otherwise, but I could be wrong about that.
                What was the worst part? Well, in retrospect I think the very last push, but it was met with extreme joy, so it was over pretty fast! Other than that, recovery was actually very hard because I didn’t expect that to be difficult. Going into active labor comes in at third.
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                Becoming a mother is not something that happens in a day. I think God made pregnancy lengthy for a reason! Although I don’t miss being pregnant, it really was essential preparation for me. I kept thinking about the verse John 16:21, “When a woman is giving birth, she has sorrow because her hour has come, but when she has delivered the baby, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world.” I was very curious to see how this would play out in my life, and now it has such a different meaning for me! I cannot describe at all how I felt when they put that slimy and warm little girl into my arms. I always wondered why moms didn’t mind the gross slime, but now I know that you don’t even think about it! You just want to cuddle that little being! I have taken care of many children in my short life, but none have been such a joy as this little girl (and some of those children were extremely fun!).  In Greek, Zoey’s name means “life,” and her life has given our lives such a different meaning.
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Now, the detailed version. If you'd rather not hear labor and delivery details, I've given you fair warning, but I promise I'm not that disgusting!

Zoey’s birth story doesn’t start out very dramatically, but don’t worry- there’s plenty of drama and suspense throughout the rest of it to keep it exciting…all at my expense, but all totally worth it!

September 19th
1:00 pm- I started realizing that I was feeling contractions, so I started timing them and found out they were about 15 minutes apart and not very painful.

3:00 pm- My contractions were now 10 minutes apart, and I had to decide if I would call Tyler to come home or let him stay at work and hope that I wouldn’t need him when he was in the middle of traffic. I knew that Tyler would rather have me call, so I did and asked him to come home at 4. Boy am I glad that I did!

4:30 pm- Tyler got home and my contractions were about 8 minutes apart and still not painful. We decided to just relax and watch a movie. So of course we were mature adults and had supper in bed and watched Emporer’s New Groove on Netflix. My contractions started to get more intense and closer, so I just tried to stay as comfortable as possible.

7:30 pm- I was starting to get anxious from just sitting around, and my contractions were 6 minutes apart from our calculations, so we decided to get all of our stuff together and go to the hospital.

8:30 pm- We arrived at the hospital, and the nurse brought us to the assessment room where I found out that I was 3 cm dilated and having contractions that were 2 to 3 minutes apart. I was originally 2 cm so there had been some progress, and we were really excited! She had us wait an hour to see if there was more progress, so we hung out in the room expecting to get a labor and delivery room really soon. Well an hour went by and there was no progress, and the doctor on call and the nurse wanted to send us home! To say I was dismayed is an understatement- I was crushed. I felt like this was the real deal, and that I would be progressing fine. I told Tyler that I could not go home- I just knew that I couldn’t. So after tears and long talks, the nurse said that we could stay til midnight, and if there was still no progress we agreed that we’d go home.

September 20th
12:00 am- After walking as much as I could to see if that would help, the nurse checked me, and I was 4 cm! We were so relieved. A few minutes later they brought us to our labor and delivery room, which felt like heaven at this point. I wanted a nice long soak in the tub and a much better bed. My contractions were getting much stronger, and they were still 2 to 3 minutes apart. The tub felt good, but I was not feeling okay anymore. I was starting to have a hard time breathing and walking through the contractions, so I took to my bed (which no longer felt comfortable).  The nurse came in around 1, and I was 5 cm. She said that whenever my water would break, it would BREAK. And BREAK it did at 1:30! It was gross! After that, I knew I needed an epidural. My contractions were so much more painful, and they were so close together that I was throwing up and shaking uncontrollably with no relief in between contractions. (Contractions are better if you can relax, but the shaking was keeping me from being able to relax.) The anesthesiologist was in the middle of a c-section, so I had to wait until 3:00 to get an epidural. It was the hardest hour and a half of my life (well, until later lol).

3:00 am- The best time of the whole pregnancy- sweet relief. For the next 5 hours I progressed about 1 cm an hour roughly.

6:30 am- I had my last dose of epidural because I wanted to be able to feel the contractions when I was pushing.

8:00 am- Fully dilated! We thought we’d see our sweet baby girl in the next couple hours. The nurses decided to see if she would naturally descend a bit more before pushing, but we couldn’t wait anymore- I had to push.

10:00 am- I was pushing…and pushing…and pushing. At first I was a little hesitant because I didn’t feel the “urge” to push like people say you do. But then I was so ready to see her that I gave it all I could. But then I just kept pushing! I was starting to hyperventilate so Tyler started giving me oxygen in between pushes. Then I started going numb in my face and hands, which made the nurses worried (although they said they weren’t concerned, you don’t call a doctor in unless you are). That made me concerned, too! They decided that they had no idea why I was all numb, so then they focused back on pushing. I had about 5 or 6 other nurses come in recommending different pushing positions, and I ended up with a big bar over my bed. I put my feet on either side and then they wrapped a sheet around the middle that I pulled on. Odd, but it worked best for me. Then the doctor came in about 2 hours into pushing. Ugh. She came in demanding that I push when I feel a contraction and ordering me around very rudely! I wanted her out. The nurses were doing perfectly well, and she was being mean. So I said something snippy, and she left. Finally about 20 minutes later our daughter’s head was half way out, and they made me stop so that mean doctor could deliver her! I waited about 5 minutes for her to come, and I couldn’t wait longer. I kept pushing. Which made her more angry. Lovely doctor. Then about 10 minutes later I had the most excruciating pain of my life, and my little girl was suddenly in my arms! For some reason, it shocked me. Tyler said my face went from extreme pain to ultimate happiness in about 1 second. She was so beautiful, and she was ours. I will never forget that moment. Ever.

11:48 am- Zoey Mae Eason was born into the world :)

                                                                  First day photos


Our little family

So much beautiful hair!



My favorites :)


Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Transition Stinks (And so does this title)

Writer's block and reader's block? I didn't think that was possible, but I have both. I have started to write about 5 posts since my last published one and never finished any, and I have picked up even more books only to slam them down in frustration. Could this be a pregnancy symptom? I'm positive someone has claimed that somewhere. I fervently agree with my husband- if there's a symptom out there, some pregnant woman has claimed it as a pregnancy issue.

Are you like me and completely abhor transition? When you know a big life event is about to happen, but it isn't yet? I should be a pro at that by now. I mean, I've had many life events in the last 5 years alone, but I still fail miserably at entering a new phase of life without discontent or sub-par performance during the current phase.

The difficult thing is that I don't know our daughter's birthday. Due date, schmue date. Hers is September 26th, but I'm a fan of odd numbers so I'm hoping for different anyway. My birthday is on the 9th of the month and Tyler's the 25th, so maybe she'll follow the family tradition- who knows? The main point of this rabbit trail is that usually I know the date of my "new life phase" to get me through my scheduling and to-do list extravaganza.

So, if I'd connect this to something in the Bible that would teach me how to handle this, who would be the obvious example? Christ and His ministry before the cross. I'm not feeling quite up to comparing myself to Christ tonight, so I'm going to go with Paul. I just read about his conversion in Acts 9, and I love reading it every time I come to it. Paul had stores and stores of knowledge about the Bible in his head, but God put him through a time of transition where he traveled from place to place and received good and very bad feedback. I'm sure his time of transition from persecuting the church to expanding the church was beyond difficult.

I know this is a simple thought, but with my heart tonight, simple is all I can give. God is really stretching me and teaching me and rebuking me right now. I don't want to lose heart during this time, and I need your prayers if you think of me!

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Flutters? More like punches.

It's been a while friends, but as always I have good reasons.

Pregnancy took a sick nose-dive at 6 weeks and steadily sucked the life out of me and gave it all to our little one. Well, that's what it felt like at least. It's a lot different being sick when there is a purpose, but it's still difficult! Around 12 weeks I started getting more energy and at 14 weeks I started being less nauseous. I still have days that are extremely hard, but being a mother is such a privilege. Tomorrow marks 16 weeks, and I say with all seriousness- time is going fast!

In the last week I felt this rolling nudge in my 'stomach', and I tried not to get too over-anxious about thinking it's the baby moving. Then, another day I felt the same little 'flutter' as many people call it- it didn't seem like a butterfly touch to me! It was around the same time of day, too- a few hours after supper when I had been resting for a while. Two days ago I felt it again, and that's when I knew. It was our baby! Tonight as I sit here typing this, I feel like I can sense a little movement again. Makes me wonder if we've got an active little boy (especially with my raging appetite!), but a spunky little girl sounds fun to me, too!

I know I have not had a difficult pregnancy so far, and yet I know that some people do much better than me (and it's still hard not to be jealous). This is the perfect time for me to learn new wonders about God and to be humbled by His grace, no matter what kind of pregnancy it turns out to be. My husband reminds me almost every day that yesterday is done, and we don't know if we have tomorrow. What we do know is that God has given us today, and it is our responsibility to do it right.

Our journey as parents is starting it's course. In about 2 1/2 weeks we are moving to a bigger(better) apartment, and hopefully in 3 or 4 weeks we will have our first ultrasound! Please keep us in your prayers. Parenthood is a noble responsibility, and it starts before birth!

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Mary Didn't Know


Since we found out that we’re going to have a baby, I have joined three sites to get updated information on our baby’s growth.  Even before it really settled in my brain, I took three pregnancy tests to confirm the facts. Heidi Murkoff has become a friend on my reading list. During our first prenatal checkup, my doctor gave me a booklet containing information about the health facility, medical staff, prenatal testing, etc  to which my husband laughed at knowing I would gobble up the information. We have unlimited resources to find out about our babies before they are born from scientific journals, to literary books, to ultrasounds, dopplers, and 3-D imaging. Wow, we have it good.

Mary had an angel tell her most of what she would know about her baby before He was born. Since she was a woman, she had even more limitations to what she could learn about Him from the Bible. Scientifically, she didn't know that at 5 weeks, her little boy had a beating heart, and at 7 weeks a baby has his third, now permanent, set of kidneys, and at 9 weeks a baby starts making spontaneous movements. But she did grasp the overall wonder of what had happened to her, because she gave us an inside look at her heart regarding the matter in her Magnificat.

And Mary said,
“My soul magnifies the Lord,
     and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
for he has looked on the humble estate of his servant.
    For behold, from now on all generations will call me blessed;
for he who is mighty has done great things for me,
    and holy is his name.
And his mercy is for those who fear him
    from generation to generation.
He has shown strength with his arm;
    he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts;
he has brought down the mighty from their thrones
    and exalted those of humble estate;
he has filled the hungry with good things,
    and the rich he has sent away empty.
He has helped his servant Israel,
    in remembrance of his mercy,
 as he spoke to our fathers,
    to Abraham and to his offspring forever.” Luke 1:46-55
I'm not a huge fan of the song "Mary, Did You Know?" but it does pose an interesting question. Looking at her song, she said that Christ is mighty, holy, merciful, strong, scatters the proud, brings down the mighty, exalts the humble, fills the hungry, empties the rich, and shows mercy to Israel. I'd say that she summed up a lot of Christ's ministry on earth!

One thing about pregnancy that overwhelms me is that I have no clue how to create a human. No idea. I have no job experience with that, I have a very limited knowledge of science, and yet God made me with the ability to build a human being inside of me. How many things on this earth have a maker who doesn’t know how to build it? Even accidental creations eventually get figured out, and the maker still made it. I’m sleeping on the couch and eating mango, pineapple, hashbrowns, and peanut butter crackers all day! If my husband is lucky, I fix my hair.

Mary didn’t know much, and when it comes down to the nitty-gritty, I don’t know much either. One thing we both have in common is that we have been blessed to be mothers. I don’t have a perfect, loving Savior inside of me, but hopefully one day our little one with become great friends with her Son.