Oh, ya know...it's just me! Still here; this I promise you.
Although, with my last post being over a year ago, that miiiight lead you to think differently.
Where have I been exactly?
Figuring out...the Mom-Game!
When I posted previously, we were anxiously awaiting the arrival of our Baby Boy. Well...the time came at 41 weeks and 36 hours worth of an induction!
December 3, 2016 - - we welcomed our greatest blessing into this world,
Levi Miller Hicks.
8 pounds 11 ounces | 22 inches
Although, with my last post being over a year ago, that miiiight lead you to think differently.
Where have I been exactly?
Figuring out...the Mom-Game!
When I posted previously, we were anxiously awaiting the arrival of our Baby Boy. Well...the time came at 41 weeks and 36 hours worth of an induction!
December 3, 2016 - - we welcomed our greatest blessing into this world,
Levi Miller Hicks.
8 pounds 11 ounces | 22 inches
Photography by SoultoSoul Photo
iFor all those many months, you plan...you educate yourself...you anxiously await...but nothing, and I mean nothing...can prepare you for the feeling that will come over you the moment that you become a mother. The moment that you first touch your baby, hear their first little cry, look into their eyes for the first time;
it's a love that can't be put into words.
I'm pretty sure the first week we brought Levi home, I just sat there and stared at him! In complete awe of God's amazing grace. The incredible gift that he had given us.
Now why you may ask...haven't I had a second to keep up my posting rhythm, when I was sitting there simply staring at my child?
Let me break it down to you this way...
the first month of being a Mom, I would look at the clock which read 2:00 and go "Oh, I still have yet to wash my face today!"
Thoughts to follow in the next few months included:
"Yes, yes indeed...I did only sleep a total of 2 1/2 hours last night!"
"Is it good to sleep upright in a rocking chair all night!?"
From the get-go, our son was never a good sleeper. We tried any and every thing we could. If there were some sort of award for tightest tucked-not coming undone-swaddling...I'm 99.9% sure I would wear that badge on my shirt!
Probably about four or five months into parenthood, my husband and I think we're sitting real pretty. We've got little routines going...our little man is healthy, he's growing...we're seeing little 5-6 hour stretches of sleep at night...we've got it going on! Then our pediatrician tells us to lose the swaddle, it's time for the little man to be mobile in the crib. She might as well of just plucked the swaddling badge right off my shirt, along with my well-rested spirit, and thrown them right into my disarrayed diaper bag!
About the time he was able to roll over well on his own from both directions, he began getting himself into comfortable positions and the sleep took a turn for the better.
However, like his parents...our strong-willed little man was running the show on when and how he was going to sleep.
At nine months, we officially heeded the advice of our pediatrician and read the book she had been recommending for months to us on sleep training.
I was completely against this from the beginning - - my husband: all about it.
But, after nine months of horrible sleep...you better believe I was desperately laminating the pages of this darn book!
(It was actually my reading material through Hurricane Irma).
Three nights into applying the book...our little man was sleeping through the night!! Thank you, Jesus!
The moral of that drawn out story: my partial lack of posting: sleep deprivation.
So now you might be thinking, "okay, post-sleep training you're sleeping now...you're starting to get in a groove...still no time to write?"
Come the moment in raising a child that you figure out how to somewhat master sleep...there's still the daily movement.
And by that I mean: they begin to crawl, they're on the loose and into...everything. Pulling stuff down, pulling up on things,
begging for you to help them up, pick them up...you name it!
They begin to walk...you're in trouble.
You've never seen all of the objects in your house strewn all over your floor quite as fast as having a toddler!
They've got the wheels to move efficiently, enhancing their speed to quickly get into everything.
All in all: getting anything done is...next to impossible. Or so that's how I've felt.
Call it dramatically overwhelmed...call it a first time Mom...call it all excuses; but organizing my everyday plans, doing any work, prioritizing my thoughts, everything outside of
monitoring my child's next move...is a lot to handle. In order to have my two hands to artistically to do any of my work...I need my two hands! Often impossible to call my own.
I am incredibly thankful to have the support and help of my husband, and beyond grateful for the time and the sweet moments that I am given the opportunity to enjoy with my son every single day. To watch and help him grow; to teach him, laugh with him, play with him; and to cherish every hug, every kiss, every look.
Moments that I will never forget, never take for granted.
All in all...I've completely neglected communicating, and for that...I am sincerely sorry. There is so much that has happened and quite a bit to share.
I can promise that updates will come -- updates on life, updates on design, updates on it all.
xo
CRH
it's a love that can't be put into words.
I'm pretty sure the first week we brought Levi home, I just sat there and stared at him! In complete awe of God's amazing grace. The incredible gift that he had given us.
Now why you may ask...haven't I had a second to keep up my posting rhythm, when I was sitting there simply staring at my child?
Let me break it down to you this way...
the first month of being a Mom, I would look at the clock which read 2:00 and go "Oh, I still have yet to wash my face today!"
Thoughts to follow in the next few months included:
"Yes, yes indeed...I did only sleep a total of 2 1/2 hours last night!"
"Is it good to sleep upright in a rocking chair all night!?"
From the get-go, our son was never a good sleeper. We tried any and every thing we could. If there were some sort of award for tightest tucked-not coming undone-swaddling...I'm 99.9% sure I would wear that badge on my shirt!
Probably about four or five months into parenthood, my husband and I think we're sitting real pretty. We've got little routines going...our little man is healthy, he's growing...we're seeing little 5-6 hour stretches of sleep at night...we've got it going on! Then our pediatrician tells us to lose the swaddle, it's time for the little man to be mobile in the crib. She might as well of just plucked the swaddling badge right off my shirt, along with my well-rested spirit, and thrown them right into my disarrayed diaper bag!
About the time he was able to roll over well on his own from both directions, he began getting himself into comfortable positions and the sleep took a turn for the better.
However, like his parents...our strong-willed little man was running the show on when and how he was going to sleep.
At nine months, we officially heeded the advice of our pediatrician and read the book she had been recommending for months to us on sleep training.
I was completely against this from the beginning - - my husband: all about it.
But, after nine months of horrible sleep...you better believe I was desperately laminating the pages of this darn book!
(It was actually my reading material through Hurricane Irma).
Three nights into applying the book...our little man was sleeping through the night!! Thank you, Jesus!
The moral of that drawn out story: my partial lack of posting: sleep deprivation.
So now you might be thinking, "okay, post-sleep training you're sleeping now...you're starting to get in a groove...still no time to write?"
Come the moment in raising a child that you figure out how to somewhat master sleep...there's still the daily movement.
And by that I mean: they begin to crawl, they're on the loose and into...everything. Pulling stuff down, pulling up on things,
begging for you to help them up, pick them up...you name it!
They begin to walk...you're in trouble.
You've never seen all of the objects in your house strewn all over your floor quite as fast as having a toddler!
They've got the wheels to move efficiently, enhancing their speed to quickly get into everything.
All in all: getting anything done is...next to impossible. Or so that's how I've felt.
Call it dramatically overwhelmed...call it a first time Mom...call it all excuses; but organizing my everyday plans, doing any work, prioritizing my thoughts, everything outside of
monitoring my child's next move...is a lot to handle. In order to have my two hands to artistically to do any of my work...I need my two hands! Often impossible to call my own.
I am incredibly thankful to have the support and help of my husband, and beyond grateful for the time and the sweet moments that I am given the opportunity to enjoy with my son every single day. To watch and help him grow; to teach him, laugh with him, play with him; and to cherish every hug, every kiss, every look.
Moments that I will never forget, never take for granted.
All in all...I've completely neglected communicating, and for that...I am sincerely sorry. There is so much that has happened and quite a bit to share.
I can promise that updates will come -- updates on life, updates on design, updates on it all.
xo
CRH
