I am cozied up in my oversized, gray, cotton robe this am… with my cup of coffee brewed just perfectly. The house is completely quiet, as if I am the only one here… I can even hear the wind whistle and the cars pass by on the interstate from my dining room area, where I am currently writing.
My nights have become more restless as I approach the birth of my baby girl, Everly Adair. I believe I am officially waking up every hour, to either release my bladder, or think about what life will be like this time next week.. or to adjust to my left or my right side because I can barely breathe. Oh, poor Hubby… he says I am snoring like a grown man.. and he actually started to record me and has proof of it. I sound like a train…or a pig. OOPSIE. I told him … ” Well, I feel like I sound..!” Ladies and gentlemen, I finally feel pregnant. I have been loving this whole pregnancy. But yes, I am finally at the stage of “Get this baby out!” But in the most positive way. I am ready to see her face to face… to look into her eyes and see how she already knows who I am… to count her fingers and her toes.. to hear her cry, to kiss her lips… to watch her Daddy hold her and love her and be everything she needs and more. This is surreal people. 3 days away. I have done all the prepping I know to do : Car seat in the car – check, hospital bags packed – check, nursery complete, boppy pillow, house cleaned.. check check check! I think I am as ready as I will ever be.
As I have mentioned in previous blogs, I have longed for this day since… well, since I can remember last. Due to life, and bad decisions, I, myself created a deep void in my heart 9 years ago. Ever since that day, I wondered if I would ever get another opportunity, another chance, to experience mother hood. Over the years, God, in his glory and grace, and power, invaded the dark places of my heart, and began to stitch together the open wounds, and bring healing where necessary. I am a strong believer in Christ making all things new… and now more than ever. Believe it or not, this whole pregnancy has felt like my first. Its like the tiny details of my first pregnancy at 17, were wiped away. Don’t get me wrong, I remember the “incident”… and I am grateful that I do. I never ever want to forget how Jesus met me, and picked me up.. and restored me. He has been oh so good to me.
So yes, I am 3 days away from meeting my little miracle. Little does she realize that as much as she needs me, Ive needed her for a long time. I am strong believer in God using nature, things, situations, human beings to bring healing… He reveals himself in different ways… and with my sweet Evie girl… she is my saving grace. Her daddy and I have been counting down… and we are in the final days. The moment, they take her out and hand her over to us… I have prepared myself for waterfalls! And so it will begin, the moment we have been waiting for… Our little family begins… US AGAINST THE WORLD…!
HUGE SPECIAL THANKS AND SHOUT OUT to my Sissybutt, Meshali, for capturing the sweet, natural, tender moments of my pregnancy. Her photography is simply amazing and paints the journey so effortlessly. My previous shoot with Frank was so fun and different… but it was a must to do this particular shoot. When I look at these photos, I can’t help but cry. Call me emotional, or weird, or whatever.. but when I see these pictures, I see the God of Restoration and Hope. I pray that no matter what you are walking through, you will find the Jesus that met me exactly where I was at : flawed, dirty, confused, ashamed… He entered the hospital room that day, took back what belonged to Him.. He broke it ALL off my life…and carried me.. taught me how to walk again… and gave me a story that brings Glory to Him every day.
You have a story. Go change the world!
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