Month: March 2011

  • Introducing…!!!!

    Introducing…!!!!

    Elliott Brian Moberg
    Born on March 20, 2011 at 5:25 pm 
    The First Day of Spring
    8lbs, 8 oz
    21 1/4 inches long
    *perfection*

    There is soooo much to say and write about, but we wanted to post just a few pictures right away for those of you who are far, far away.

    I am hoping to write about and post his birthing story very soon, but for those of you who haven’t heard any details, at the very last minute it became necessary to deliver Elliott with an Emergency C-Section. Which, to say the least, was a very difficult word to hear when everything had been right on track and going smoothly all day. Like I said, the story will come later, but for now, all that matters is that we have our baby!!! So here are a few pictures of our beautiful, precious, healthy baby boy!!!!

    Right after Elliott was delivered:

    Just minutes old!

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    10 day overdue wrinkly feet ๐Ÿ™‚

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    Daddy ๐Ÿ™‚

    Me, finally getting to hold my baby for the first time

    First family photo…Um, I’m exhausted ๐Ÿ™‚

    My parents and Brian’s family waited all day in the hospital, bless their hearts. By the time I got to see Elliott after surgery, feed him for the first time and take a minute to breathe, it was already 8pm. But we were able to get all of our family in to meet him before visiting hours were over!

    We were all utterly exhausted by the end of the day…it has been a crazy, long, hard, emotional week.

    Here is a picture from today, after we’ve all had either sponge baths or showers :). A tiny bit more rested, and a lot more in love with our baby boy.

    The Moberg 3!

    It is standard to stay in the hospital 2 nights when you’ve had a C-Section. I seem to be recovering well so if all goes according to plan, we will get to be discharged tomorrow. It’s been great to be in the hospital (thank God for drugs!!!!) but we are so excited to go  home with our baby Elliott!!!

    Thank you to everyone who was praying for us! We praise God for our healthy baby boy!!!

  • The Stork Dropped a Package on Our Doorstep Yesterday!

    The Stork Dropped a Package on Our Doorstep Yesterday!

    Unfortunately, he forgot to drop off the baby while he was here!!

    Here’s the quick baby update for all of you waiting ones…

    Simply put, he’s not here yet :). I think he needs a map towards the exit. If he’s truly his father’s child, then he needs a phone with the latest map quest app. Anything to help him find his way O-U-T.

    I’ve had contractions all night long the last 5 nights in a row, about 5-9 minutes apart. A ton of back pain, front pain, middle pain, you-name-it pain. Did I mention “all night long”? Because that’s when they happen…all night long. As soon as the sun starts to peek his head up over the horizon, they gradually come to a very slo-o-o-o-w STOP. And that’s that. 5 nights in a row. The last two nights the contractions have been quite painful, so they’ve made for some long nights. Napping is hard during the day because as soon as I lie down, the contractions pick up. Good thing I’ve had my entire pregnancy to practice not sleeping so this “up all night” thing isn’t too unfamiliar :).

    Good news at my 41 week appointment today. Yes, the appointment that I had to make last week that I was hoping to have to cancel. But alas…we took a “non-stress test” to make sure the baby is okay in there, and sure enough he’s happy as a clam. (I think that’s part of the problem.) His heart rate is great and he’s lovin’ life. I’m dilated to a 3, which everyone is excited about. I was at a 0 last week, so all this laboring is doing SOMETHING, for which I am–obviously–thankful. His head is all the way down in my pelvis, which explains why my contractions are so painful…there’s nothing to cushion him down there–just his head against my pelvis. Bone against bone. In other words, “Ouch.” We’re not sure why I’m having so much back labor…it could mean he’s facing the wrong direction, but it also could have nothing to do with that. It seems like he’s facing the correct direction (face towards my spine) so it just seems that back labor is part of my lot. Happy, happy, joy, joy :).

    I’m trying to stay in good spirits ๐Ÿ™‚ but laboring all night every night the last 5 nights is starting to take a toll on me. I woke up this morning to an email from Baby Center, who has faithfully been sending me week-by-week pregnancy updates the last 9 months. This morning’s email was entitled, “Your 1-week old baby.” And I almost threw the phone out the window. You mean, “My 41-week pregnant body!” So that was a little sad. But other than that, I’m hanging in there. In retrospect, (advice to all pregnant moms out there) I should have had something FUN planned every day for the 2 weeks past my due date, so at least I would have something to look forward to each day, other than NOT having a baby. And somehow I can’t bring myself to start planning things NOW because it feels like I’m resigning to be 2 weeks overdue. Every night I’m so convinced we’re going to end up with a baby, and then we don’t… But don’t worry, we have been trying to do some fun things other than sitting around and staring at my belly. We’ve enjoyed having my parents here for the last week as well. It’s just so hard to get out of “Bummer…we’re so overdue! When is this going to end??!!” mode and into, “Let’s seize the day!” mode. We’re trying. ๐Ÿ™‚

    HOWEVER, this is mostly why I was inspired to write this post. Because the stork DID bring such a wonderfulย package to us yesterday, and it was the first thing that boosted my spirits enough to distract me from thinking about “the real bundle of joy” that I’m waiting for the stork to bring.

    Several months back, after spending hours searching for bedding for our baby boy, I realized that not a single set out there really tickled my fancy at all. I asked my dear friend from Colorado Amy “Ruth” Wallace (who, along with her mother, is an incredible quilter) if she would be willing to make me a quilt and some wall hangings for decorations. They agreed, she helped me talk through exactly what I was looking for and wanted, and then they got to work in January.

    They finished it this past week, and the Stork dropped it on our doorstep yesterday!!

    I wish we had a video of when I opened the box…I thought I had pretty high expectations of what to look forward to, but Amy and her mom blew those expectations completely out of the water. My first thought when I opened it was, “I can’t believe they gave this up!” I mean, I know they made it FOR me, but have you ever made something–like a really cute card–for someone and then it turned out SO ADORABLE that you ended up keeping it for yourself instead of giving it away?! Anyone?? Bueller?? Well, I should probably be ashamed of myself, but I’ve TOTALLY done that. Anyhow, that was my first thought when I opened it because it IS SO INCREDIBLE. It is just BEAUTIFUL…honestly, the most beautiful quilt I’ve ever seen. And the wall hangings that go with it are just STUNNING…. On top of that, they made this ADORABLE little hooded bear towel with the same material!! Heaven!!

    I ran right upstairs to see how everything looked in our not-yet-complete nursery and, of course, they were perfect. You could literally hear the angels singing when I hung the quilt over the crib…PERFECTION.

    Anyhow, here are the photos. You’ll notice I’m very strategically NOT in any of these photos…no one needs to see pictures of a 41-week pregnant lady :).

    Ta-Da!! The Amazing Quilt!!
    The Adorable Wall Hangings!!
    The Sweetest Bear ๐Ÿ™‚

    We started to put up the wall hangings right away but a little disagreement over where the baby monitor was going to go kept us from being able to make that decision :). (As a side note, two of my friends went into labor after getting into a big fight with their husbands, so I’ve been trying to pick little fights with Brian… As you can imagine, we just end up giggling and kissing after our ridiculous fight “attempts”. This time, when we ACTUALLY had something to argue about, I thought we might have a fight winner. But, we were both so tired after our restless nights of no real sleep that neither of us were up for a fight. We ended up just dropping it and cuddling instead. So much for that good idea…)

    All that to say, soon I hope to post pictures of his nursery COMPLETED! It was never really my goal to have it done before he arrived…I more cared about having it organized, which it is. I think we have everything we want to put up now, so it’s just a matter of time…

    And, today, we got our final piece of furniture!!! The one I have been longing for…our glider!!!!! Back in the day when we first started talking about “a nursery,” the ONLY piece of furniture I cared about was a rocker that I loved that would support my back well. I think it’s the most important piece of furniture a nursery could have. We have searched high and low for gliders over the months to find the perfect one. Unfortunately, the perfect one was also the most expensive :(. Not quite in our budget… After weeks of being torn over the decision (I wasn’t about to spend even $100 on a poor quality glider, but we really couldn’t justify paying for the one we loved), my parents told us that they would split it with us as a baby gift! Yeah!!! Thanks, Mom and Dad!!!

    And…it arrived today!! Another fun event to distract us from the fact that the baby is L-A-T-E.

    So, pictures of the nursery to come sometime in the next few weeks…hopefully after we’re able to post some pictures of our sweet baby boy!!!!

  • Everything I Need To Know About Parenting, I Learned From Pregnancy

    Everything I Need To Know About Parenting, I Learned From Pregnancy

    It’s true.

    You have no idea how many times I think this statement every single day of my life. Below is my “Everything.” I’m not claiming I’ve mastered these things (thank God I have actual parenting to help me with that…) ๐Ÿ˜‰ but I sure have taken a pretty good go at them! 

    I’ve been working on this list for months, but in honor of my due date (and no baby yet), I’m ready to post my list. Here they are, in no particular order:

    Number 1: “Babies Change Everything.”

    People say this to me/us ALL. THE. TIME. (Disclaimer: if you are one of the ones who has said this to us, please don’t take the following personally.) And every time someone says this, it takes every bit of grace in me to not say, “No…REALLY?!” Instead, I smile, and say, “Oh, he already has…”

    These are the people who must not realize that I have been throwing up for 9 months, and that was not a part of my daily routine pre-July. That I spent the first 4 months of pregnancy sick around the clock and since then have woken up sick every single morning for the remaining 9 months. These are the people who must not realize that since I’ve gotten pregnant, the most I’ve slept in a row is 4 hours at a time, when I was on nausea meds with a good amount of sleeping aids in them. The majority of my pregnancy I’ve only slept for 2 hours at a time. About 2 months ago, my body decided it needs to wake up every single hour throughout the night. Again, not a habit I was familiar with pre-pregnancy. I’ll let you draw some of your own conclusions about how handicapping two of my basic health needs–eating and sleeping–has literally affected every area of our lives.

    So yes, you’re right folks…babies have–already–changed EVERYTHING.

    Number 2: Life revolves around eating, sleeping, and going to the bathroom.

    Literally, my life is dictated by these three things. I’ll need to nurse my baby every two hours? Are you kidding? That’s CAKE. Right now I have to eat every stinkin’ two hours, and that means I either need to prepare a meal or find the nearest hamburger joint every two hours! At least with nursing there’s not any prep involved! Because I have to eat so frequently, there’s just not much time to do anything else in between but sleep and go to the bathroom. I’m so ready for this baby.

    Number 3:  If it happened in a day, it’s fair game to talk about, especially in regard to bodily functions.

    I have lost all filters for what’s appropriate when talking about bodily functions. Again, when 1/3 of my day (see Number 2) is consumed by going to the bathroom–either to relieve myself or to throw up–why WOULDN’T I want to talk about it? Sometimes my vomiting story of the day is the most entertaining thing that’s happened to me in a week. I have to tell SOMEONE about it… I definitely used to wonder why when moms would get together they would choose to talk about things like the color of their baby’s poop… but now I totally understand. There’s just nothing more satisfying than having a good friend share in my vomiting experience or bathroom accident of the day. And I have to give a shout out to my incredible husband, who has beared with me with the patience of a saint in this arena. The phrase, “Babe! You’ve GOT to come look at this!!” is not an uncommon one in our household these days, and he has been such a champ…totally humoring me as I force him to share in this pregnancy by living vicariously through my bathroom experiences.

     Number 4: Never-under any circumstances-leave the house without snacks.

    Even if I have JUST eaten and I only have a 15 minute errand, I just never know what might happen. And if I cross the 2 hour threshold and DON’T have several snacks in my bag to tide me over until I can get a real meal…well, it’s all over. This baby’s meltdown looks like vomit flying out of my mouth. I know this has been great training for when we have lots of little ones. I will never, under any circumstances leave the house without snacks when I have kiddos.

    Number 5: Always carry a spare $20 in your car.

    There was one particular day, several months ago, when I was SO HUNGRY, and knew I was getting dangerously close to the 2-hour eating mark. We had NOTHING in the house that I could eat/sounded like I could keep down, and so I had to make a special trip out for a cheeseburger. Against my better judgment, I got a few more things done around the house before leaving, so by the time I had gotten in the car I was already well past the 2-hour eating mark. I knew it could get messy quick, but I just gave myself a solid pep talk all the way to Sonic, telling my stomach that it was not going to throw up in that particular moment…that it was about to get food and it needed to patient today. Well I was about 13 minutes into my drive, 2 minutes away from said destination, when I realized…

    I FORGOT MY WALLET.

    OH. DEAR. GOD.

    $3.81 standing in the way of a full tummy and a vomit-free lunch. I’m pretty sure the world literally stopped spinning in that moment. I looked up, expecting an oxygen mask to drop out of the ceiling. MAY DAY. I began to PANIC, thoughts flying through my head of how on earth I could solve this problem. I will just have to BEG Sonic to give me a cheeseburger. I am not above begging. I can give them my license to hold until I have time to drive home to get payment. No wait, I don’t have my wallet. Ugh! What about if I beg them to give me a cheeseburger, and then they can literally handcuff me to the table until Brian can meet me here with the money. I’m sure they’ll understand…I can explain that I’m pregnant and tell them how sick I am and…

    And then I just burst into tears. None of these things were going to work. I called Brian, sobbing, and started giving him my solution ideas and he just so gently interrupted me and said, “My love, they’re not going to give you a cheeseburger without paying for it.”

    THEN WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?! I cried.

    I’ll jump in the car and meet you there in 15 minutes. Eat a granola bar and drink an apple juice…and I’ll see you soon.

    I had forgotten that he had stocked my car with SNACKS!! World’s most perfect husband. He has mastered Rule #4.

    But if I had just had a spare $20 in the glove department…

    Number 6: Accidents happen…don’t plan on getting dressed just once for the day.

    I haven’t gotten to the point of needing to bring a spare change of clothes with me in my purse like I likely will need to do in my diaper bag for the little peanut, but I’ve been pretty close. Luckily, most of my “accidents” happen here in the house, and the ones that have happened in the car, in restaurants, airports, sidewalks, etc., have been manageable. But I can’t tell you how many times we’ve been walking out the door and suddenly I’d thrown up so violently that I pee my pants and require a full change of clothes. I’ve shed a fair number of tears during this scenario, but recently I’ve grown to be much more mature about it and rather than get upset about having to throw my cute shirt and jeans into the washer, I just say: “Eh…accidents happen. No sense crying over spilled milk.”

    TMI? Well, you’re the one choosing to read my blog :).

    Number 7: Plan on allowing an extra hour to get out of the house, and even then–plan on being late.

    It’s just that my body controls me now, and besides that, there are sooo many “unexpected” things that can happen at any given moment. You should see how I have my schedule alotted out for each day…imagine it. Every 2 hours I have to be eating a full meal. Each meal takes AT LEAST 30 minutes to eat, because food still does not go down easily and my gag reflex is sooo sensitive. On top of that, I’ve recently discovered that I have acid reflux, which is why it feels like my food is constantly crawling back UP my throat after I’ve killed it, chewed it, and swallowed it.

    During the days I was rinsing 7 different times throughout the day to try and get rid of my oral thrush, I had to rinse right after a meal because I couldn’t eat for 30 minutes afterward.

    Meanwhile, I’m supposed to be keeping hydrated. But I can’t drink DURING meals because my stomach is too cramped and acid-refluxy to fit all of that in there. Which means I only have small windows to get all 80+ ounces of fluid down in a day. Plus, my bladder is so squished that when I DO drink water, I have to GO…a lot.

    Are you picturing this? Here’s a sample schedule for you:

    1:00 Prep food for meal
    1:10-1:40 Eat said food
    1:40-1:45 Brush teeth & Rinse with two types of rinse
    1:45-2:15 No eating or drinking
    2:15-3:00 Drink lots of water, and make sure I’m in a place where there’s a restroom

    That leaves me from 2:15-3:00 to actually be DOING something other than eating. Do you see how frustrating life is? So showering, getting ready, preparing to leave, ALL has to fall within a 45 minute time frame, WELL before I actually HAVE to leave. If I needed to be somewhere at 2, then I’d have to start “getting ready” around 9 to make sure I could fit everything into my eating schedule.

    Now, imagine everything’s going perfectly according to plan, and at 1:43 while I’m brushing my teeth I accidentally gag, which–always–triggers vomiting. Well, it’s all over. Plan on being late.

    Number 8: I am not in control of ANYTHING except my attitude.
    You can read as many books as you can get your hands on and be more disciplined about following a schedule than anyone, but there is no way to make your days and life predictable. This pregnancy has been, literally, completely the opposite of everything I have ever hoped for and dreamed of in a pregnancy. Nobody dreams of being sick every single day of their pregnancy. Nobody dreams of ending up in the hospital–twice–due to severe dehydration during pregnancy. I could list all of the many, many, many other things that have happened to me and my body during these last 9 months, but it’s not necessary. The point is, the entire time, I’ve had a decision to make every single day:

    To trust my God, and make it through each day with joy, or to turn against Him and be bitter, complaining to anyone who will listen.

    There were (are currently) so many days where something’s occurred that’s felt like, “Are you kidding me? THIS on top of vomiting every single day of my life?” And then I’ll sit before God, gain revelation and peace about His goodness, stand up to conquer the day with joy, when no sooner have I turned the corner that SOMETHING ELSE piles on top… And I just have to turn right back around and get on my face before God to find joy. Because honestly, finding my joy in Him sounds like a lot more fun than being bitter and angry. But that doesn’t mean there haven’t been tears…Oh boy…have there been tears alright. There have been hundreds of times, literally, when I’ve thought–I can’t handle one more thing on top of all this, and then…it’s come. One more thing. Two more things. Three more things.

    Tonight I sit, exactly 40 weeks pregnant, with a chest cold that’s lasted a week and a half, the stomach flu, and a husband who has a 101 degree fever. And so my choice is…to scream and cry and shake my fists at God, or…OR. Or to trust in the One who formed me, my husband, and my son with his own two hands, and trust that He is good.

    I recently heard this at a conference: “Trust in the God who led his perfect son to die on the cross…and then trust in the God of the resurrection.”

    Thank you, God, that YOU are in control, and I am not…you do a much better job of being God than I would… If, by the grace of God, I can grasp this concept now, I have a feeling parenting will be a whole lot easier…

    Number 9: I married the most amazing man in the entire world.

    I could never count how many times I have just cried and cried over the reality of this statement. I really don’t think I would be in one piece if it weren’t for Brian in this season. He has been the constant, steady one, urging me to turn my face towards the King when all I wanted to do was cry, balled up in a corner. He has been the encouraging one, who has picked me up out of bed (literally at times) when I had no strength to do so myself. There have been so many times that I have apologized to him for not being able to be as “excellent” as I desire in this season…and he just NEVER waits a second before affirming what an incredible job I AM doing, reminding me that we’re in this TOGETHER, and we’ll make it through TOGETHER. I have never known a man who has walked with his wife so closely in pregnancy. When I talk about being pregnant, I always say “we” instead of “I” because there’s just not been one second that I’ve felt alone in it, like it’s just MY thing. I may be doing the throwing up, but he’s always–always–insisted on doing the cleaning up.

    I couldn’t be more excited to enter this season of parenting with my husband. I know I get the role of “stay at home Mom,” but I am convinced that I will never be in this alone. Thank you, God, for my incredible husband.

    Number 10: I never knew I could love like this.

    I know that there is sooooooo much more yet to come, but I tell you what…Brian and I just ADORE our son already…I can’t tell you how many times I’ve already cried over how overwhelmed I am with my love for him. Everything–every decision–is so different now that he’s a little person, even if he is still in my womb. Public school vs private school vs homeschool…not just a theoretical debate anymore, but we’re talking about my son. To vaccinate or not to vaccinate…this is my son. Thinking about sending him out into this world before he’s had a chance to root…this is my son. And every sacrifice…is totally not a sacrifice if it has to do with my son. The greatest day in this pregnancy was the day that I started to feel him kick, because then…THEN, I would throw up but feel him KICK afterwards. And this simple reminder each time I throw up is enough to make it all worth it. This is all for my son…and there is no price too high to pay for his health and well-being.

    I love him with all that I am…and I would do anything for him.

    And I never knew I could love my husband like this. And I wouldn’t change a thing about this pregnancy if it means I have a healthy son and an even healthier marriage coming out of this… Because of God’s mercy and love, our marriage has not been weakened, but strengthened with this trial. Our love for each other has grown so much stronger than it ever could have had we not walked through this together. The day before our wedding, someone told us, “Your love is going to continue to get stronger and stronger for one another.” It’s sooo hard to believe that when you are so in love, loving to the capacity you’re capable of, and believe that that capacity couldn’t possibly grow. But wow–how much more you’re capable of loving once you are one! And after each trial, when you realize you, indeed, judged this person’s character correctly on the day you said, “yes”–this man of God is not only everything you thought he was, but MORE…he surprises you every single day by showing you greater glimpses into the character and the mind of God, loving you just as Christ loves the church…by cherishing, not by dominating…just as he promised he would on your wedding day. And at the first trial where you feel completely and utterly worthless…some days unable to get out of bed, let alone SERVE him, he not only stays by your side, but affirms over and over and over how much MORE he loves you now…because he loves your heart…he married you for your heart, not for what you could do. Sooo patient with me, sooo kind to me…the most unconditional love I have ever experience outside of Christ’s…

    And so I have never been more confident than I am now…Everything I need to know about parenthood I learned from pregnancy. Most importantly, that we’re in this together, and our God is in total control of our lives.

    Now, thank God we have the next 25 years to work on mastering these little rules…. ๐Ÿ™‚