Tuesday, July 12, 2016

They do grow up too fast!

At this stage of mothering, I get to experience it all from newborns to teens on the cusp of adulthood and independence. It's sweet - but bittersweet. 


Ivanhoe and Lady Rowena

 



Having an almost 15-year old with a job makes me hug those little boys tighter while I still can. Their kisses and marriage proposals won't always be there to put a smile on my face. :)

Solomon, who was just a wee little guy yesterday, has a job now with someone in our church where he is working 40 hours a week during the summer. He rides the bus to and from work, and he has his own cell phone so I can get a hold of him if needed. (Note: It's a "brick" phone with no web access - I don't recommend teens use any smart phones or social media for a number of reasons.) And, yes, he likes girls (or more specifically, a certain girl that at this point is just a close friend). I have a sneaking suspicion Solomon will want to do like us and our friend Pastor Jimenez, and get married young. My husband was only four years older than Solomon when I was pregnant with him!!

In just a few more months, which will seem like the blink of an eye, Isaac will turn 14 (the minimum age to work in our state), and you better know he is dying to get a job, too.

On and on the down the line, they are growing up in front of my eyes.



Then there is Miriam. As the oldest girl, she is mature beyond her 9 years. She absolutely loves, loves, loves holding the baby. She has been a big help ever since Stephen, and then Boaz, were babies. Now with Chloe, she is quite the expert at calming a fussy baby. For the longest time, she has been wanting to get her own sling for carrying the baby in. I finally bought her the same carrier as I use (K'Tan), but in a size XS. I cannot tell you how thrilled she is with it! All day long, she jumps on any opportunity to put Chloe in it. Since Chloe sleeps wonderfully as long as she is in human arms, having Miriam able to hold her for extended periods of time has really freed me up considerably.






You know what they say, "The days are long, but the years fly by." It's so true! There is the endless, endless cycle of meals, dishes, laundry, errands - jobs that are never done. It feels like treading water, but then I turn around and I'm sending my oldest off to work, and his younger siblings are all right behind him. Every stage has its charms and challenges, but they all pass too fast.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

The Homophile Playbook, 101

Our church, my husband, and myself receive hate mail every day, to the tune of thousands of messages every year (sometimes every month). Homosexuals make up the largest percentage of these bullies, in spite of their grandstanding for tolerance, "Love Wins," and wanting to normalize everything and anything except for normalcy itself.

Yet in spite of how many messages we get, there is precious little variation in what they contain. In fact, they can be boiled down to just the same, lame arguments we hear over and over again, while the people writing to us actually think they are being original, intelligent, and thinking for themselves. It's like they are all following the same homophilic playbook, without realizing that they have just all been subject to the same brainwashing.

Here are the handful of tired old arguments we hear again and again, and my responses to them:


Everyone who hates homosexuals is a closet homosexual himself

This line of thinking basically boils down to saying that everyone either loves the homos, or is a homo (secretly or openly). By that same argument, I could say that everyone either loves our church, or goes to our church. Those who write to us saying they hate us and our church secretly love our church,and wish they could attend.

Of course, such logic (or lack thereof) is just not true in any area of life.

Also, why do these people who think being a homo is perfectly normal an acceptable always resort to calling someone a homosexual as their favorite insult?


You are so judgmental/intolerant/bigoted

Right back at you. It is impossible to call someone judgmental/intolerant/bigoted without being guilty of those attributes oneself.


You preach hate, but God/the Bible only teaches love

Not so. The Bible says there is "a time to love and a time to hate." Hundreds of passages talk about hatred that God has for certain things and people, and we are admonished to hate them that hate the Lord: "Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?" (Psalm 139:21)

It is impossible to love one thing, without hating another thing that would harm it. Hate is a natural, normal, healthy human emotion as much as love is. Every person in this world hates something or someone. These same people who condemn us for hating perverted predators sure have hatred for us. Which makes them not only hateful (that's okay), but also hypocritical (that's not okay).  


You are putting us back in the Dark Ages





Hardly. The video "Boys Beware" was released by the Inglewood Police Department and their public schools (in the Los Angeles, CA area) in 1961 as a public service. It was then remade in color in 1973 with different actors, but the identical script, called "Boys Aware." If that is what one of the most liberal municipal governments not only believed, but actively taught only 43 years ago, it stands to reason that public opinion persisted in that same vein for much, much longer. Just think of how today, the government takes a stance on issues like men in women's restrooms far, far left of the general population. Back in the 1970s, the Inglewood PD was still far left of public opinion, and yet they came down on the right side of the homo agenda because it's so far out in the left field that even the government was teaching right on it.

Today, a Bible-believing preacher is condemned for preaching what everyone believed and taught until just a couple of decades ago. I will go one step further and say that most people still believe the same way as we do on these issues, but are afraid to say so publicly. Just watch this video for proof:





Chances are one of your kids will "turn out gay"

This is ridiculous, and not based in science. It assumes that sodomites are "born that way," which they are not according to the Bible OR science. Not a shred of scientific evidence exists to show that there is such a thing as a "gay gene." Even so, let's say for the sake of argument that homosexuality is randomly caught like the flu. Since the percentage of homos is about 2-3% of the population, it would mean that if we had 50 kids, chances are one of them would be gay. So statistically, no, chances are NOT that one of our kids will "turn out gay" since we will never have anywhere close to that many children.

Being a homosexual is a choice, one borne out of a wicked heart and a filthy mind. To say people are born homosexuals is just as ridiculous as saying people are born murderers, rapists, and child molesters. Sadly, we are already seeing claims that the latter is a mental defect, and that people are born with a sick attraction to children that they just cannot help. Which, by the way, is the same way homosexuality was first peddled to the masses - as a sickness, not a sin (see "Boys Beware" above).

For our kids to turn out as homosexuals it would mean that we as parents completely failed to raise them in the ways of the Lord. It would mean that they set out on a path of wickedness, and continued thereon unchecked until at long last they reached the very bottom of that road, which is the cursed sin of sodomy. It would also mean that we failed to reach them with the gospel, as people become sodomites AFTER they hate God and don't want to retain Him in their knowledge, and He then turns them over to a reprobate mind to do those vile things that are in their hearts.

So while it is theoretically possible for anyone to become a sodomite, it is extremely unlikely to be the case with any of our kids.



Thursday, June 30, 2016

HUGE Cute and Covered sale this weekend!

In addition to the recently lowered prices on my line of modest swimwear, I am offering a huge sale this holiday weekend. This is a deal  I won't be able to offer again soon, so don't miss it! 

Get your swimsuit or pattern now at www.cuteandcovered.com!

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Check out this AWESOME video a friend of mine made of how to sew a Cute and Covered swimsuit:






And just for grins, here is little Anna in her new swimsuit:




Get yours now at www.cuteandcovered.com. Sale ends this Monday!

Hiking up North

On Monday, we took a little trip up north to go hiking. We love the area around Payson and the Mogollon Rim. It's only about two hours' drive from home, but the temperature is typically 20-30 degrees lower. There is always a chance of some nice thunderstorms this time of year, and the vegetation is very different.




 


When we went, it was cloudy with intermittent very light showers and a balmy 81 degrees. It felt perfect! The pine forest was lush and fragrant. So very different from our climate here in the Valley!
 
 




Chloe did really well. She slept most of the drive up, and then was happy to be carried in my K'tan baby carrier. I turned her facing out while she was awake, and when she fell asleep about halfway into the hike, I turned her facing in so she could snooze on my chest comfortably. She is in the carrier a little low in these pictures because it had stretched a bit and needed to be washed again to shrink the fabric down some, but she was comfy and safe. 


 






Miriam wrote "LOVE" on the trail for me. Can you see it? 




Stephen got an axe from his Dad as a gift some time ago. He just loves that thing, and brings it along anywhere he can. He kept pretending to be felling trees with it.





There were horses roaming in the woods around us. At one point, they were standing right on the trail. They were tame of course and well trained. I am guessing they must have belonged to a nearby ranch. Isaac being the horse lover that he is, and having had lots of experience from his riding lessons, had loaded two of his sisters onto one horse, helped John and Solomon onto their own horses, and then hoisted himself onto a horse before we even knew what they were up to. By the time we came upon them, they had ridden off some distance in the woods, bareback like little Indian children. We stopped to take a picture, and then hollered for them to get off and come back as they started heading over the next hill.



By the end of the hike, Boaz had made a complete mess of himself, as well he should have playing in the woods. He did really well and pretty much walked the 4 miles or so we covered by himself without any help. Anytime one of his big brothers picked him up, he would demand, "Put me down! Put me down!"





Before heading back home, we did our customary stop at "Pizza Factory" in Payson. They never disappoint, but the pizza was especially good that day. We got back home in time for baths and bed for the little kids. It was such a wonderful family day!

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Pretend Play

Our younger kids love pretend playing. These are some photos from their recent imaginary adventures.


Photo studio: Miriam set up a little photo booth and took these pictures of some of her younger siblings.






Wedding: That's always a popular one. Stephen and Anna were getting married this time. Miriam was the wedding planner. 




Hair salon: The girls have been really into curling each other's hair with hot curlers. Here, Boaz is getting a makeover by Anna. 



This last one is just for fun. Boaz is such a little ham. He brings us extra joy each day.







Baby Chloe is one month old

Actually, by the time I am posting this, Chloe is six weeks old, but these pictures were taken a couple of weeks ago. 




Chloe has more hair than any of our other kids have had. She likes to listen to her older siblings practicing the piano, and she likes being outdoors and looking around. I can definitely see the resemblance with my husband's side of the family, but she also reminds me of my maternal grandma.




She is eating and growing well, weighing a little over 8 lbs now (she was born 6 lbs 15 oz). She is still somewhat intolerant to me eating dairy or wheat, but it's not nearly as bothersome to her as it was when she was first born.

Stop the paparazzi!


Chloe has been smiling since she was born, but not often and reliably enough to capture it on camera. Sometimes when she tries to smile, her face gets all wrinkled up from the effort, which is even cuter. She gets the hiccups a lot, something she did even in the womb.



The other kids continue to be smitten with sweet little Chloe. There is typically a "waiting list" for who gets to hold her next. Of course this had made her a bit spoiled, to where now she only wants to sleep as long as she is being held.



Isn't she such a little doll??? 

Friday, June 17, 2016

Hidden Camera at "gay" Night Club

Ryan Sorba's hidden camera interviews at "gay" nightclub: Homosexuals admit to molesting kids, and being molested themselves when younger.

This is a MUST SEE for everyone. Homosexuals are past victims of child molestation, who instead of rejecting this wickedness, have gone on to become perverts and pedophiles themselves.



Monday, June 13, 2016

Sodomites = Pedophiles

This post is not intended for my regular readers. It is very graphic, even violent. It is certainly NOT for children. Do not read on.

Rather, this post is for all those who have their heads in the sand as to how dangerous and wicked sodomites (homosexuals) are. 

If the news had been that a ring of pedophiles was shot and killed, no sane person would be mourning. Those who believe the Bible ought to know that sodomites are reprobate, and thus capable of any perversion, having the mind of animals. This includes pedophilia. Of course, the average brainwashed American will protest this notion, but facts are stubborn things. My post is intended to illustrate this, using these filthy animals' very own words. The most offensive words have been edited out.


Exhibit 1: An email sent directly to me from a sodomite named Dave Vergara. Not sure how he got my email address, but then, stalking is the least of this freak's problems. You can click on the image to see it enlarged, but be forewarned - it's beyond vile and disgusting.



Exhibit 2: To which I responded that his desire for our children to be raped proved exactly the point that he was so mad about - that all sodomites are pedophiles.


Exhibit 3: Too stupid to understand that he is proving the very point he is trying to attack and discredit, Dave continues to graphically fantasize about raping our young children.



Exhibit 4: Dave forwarded his filthy ramblings to the local police, authorities, and media. I guess he wants the world to know what a disgusting piece of trash he is? I am sure the police, who bust pedophiles every week, are well aware of the connection to sodomy, but to admit so is not politically correct. I think the police should investigate Dave's computers - they are sure to find child porn on there.



This is not an isolated email. We receive thousands of similar messages every year, we just never post them because they are so vile. Those who accuse us of hatred are themselves the most hateful, disgusting predators.

If you think sodomites are just like the rest of us, you are sadly mistaken. They are violent, and capable of any perversion. According to both the Old and New Testament, sodomy should be punishable by the death penalty. As always, God knows best, and Dave proves this point well.

My husband's original statement after the shootings has been banned by YouTube, but he has since posted this:





And here is a great sermon on the topic by another pastor:




What the media and society wants us to learn from this gay bar shooting is that homosexuals are nice people, and guns should be banned. Reality tells us homosexuals are violent predators that will stop at nothing, and that everyone ought to keep a gun within easy reach to protect themselves and their families from the attacks of these perverts.

Saturday, June 4, 2016

Our Little Lamb

Thank you for the cards and well wishes following Chloe's birth. It's been so fun getting mail besides bills and junk mail!

A kind reader from Ireland sent us a beautiful handmade card, and this cute crocheted set of a lamb hat and "sheepy shoes," as Boaz calls them. 




Boaz has been trying to sneak off with the little shoes, as he absolutely loves them. He also loves his little sissy, and doesn't miss an opportunity to give her hugs and kisses. When I ask him for a kiss, he just says "No!" Little stinker!



Thank you for this beautiful gift and the kind message in the card, it made my day! :)

Friday, June 3, 2016

Chloe's Birth Story

My actual due date with Chloe was Friday, May 20th. Of our kids born up to that point, two had been born on their due dates, two had been born a few days after their due dates, and the rest had been born in the week before their due date. All that to say, our kids typically arrive right on time.



I had also learned from previous births that I typically have on-and-off contractions for 2-3 weeks leading up to birth, so for me that is another clue how far out actual labor is. These contractions started on Monday, May 2nd, a little over two weeks before Chloe ended up being born. The last few weeks leading up to the birth can be frustrating (especially for those who have to live with me!), but I think that letting baby choose his/her own birthday is one of the first gifts we give them, so I just wait (and wait and wait). Typically, baby comes right around the time I am thoroughly convinced that they will never be born. 

By the middle of May, the contractions had changed in nature, to where they no longer went away when I lay down or went to sleep. This, too, is an indicator that these contractions were now the real deal. That fact, however, is offset by the fact that I live in a house with 9 other people, 8 of which are kids that make noise and have all sorts of needs from sun up to sun down, which psychologically does not lend itself to being the perfect labor and birth environment. I knew that until my body pushed past the "point of no return" during the peaceful night hours, the contractions would mellow and space out during the day. After a few nights of sleeping only between regular contractions that came anywhere from 2 to 20 minutes apart, I finally felt I was in labor for good on the night from Monday to Tuesday, May 16/17. 

So around 4 a.m. on Tuesday, May 17th, I texted my mother-in-law and asked her to fly out. She had been on standby, ready to leave, for a couple of weeks. She has been here for the last three births before this current one, watching the kids while I am in labor. Even before that, she would come out as soon as baby was born to help for as long as she could get time off from work, but has come out in time for labor ever since retiring (she used to be a flight attendant). 

However, by the time the sun came up on Tuesday morning, I knew that was not going to be the day I gave birth. The contractions were still coming every 5 to 15 minutes, but they were much milder, too mild for being past that "point of no return" which I'm guessing is around 5 cm dilation for me. As usual, my husband took the kids to their P.E. class that morning, while I stayed home resting after not having slept well at night for almost a week by that point. After P.E., they picked up his mom at the airport, and were home in time for lunch and naps. I was supposed to have a prenatal appointment that afternoon, which I cancelled because I knew birth was imminent, and I was too uncomfortable to leave the house. I, too, lay down for a nap instead. 

In the evening, we left the kids home with Grandma for a trip to Costco. There were a few last minute things we needed, plus I figured the walking would help move labor along. It was about 10:30 p.m. when I got to bed that night, and I slept well for the first hour. At 11:41 p.m. the contractions had picked up in intensity to where I could no longer sleep through them. In fact, I could not even stay in bed in between them, as I needed to get up and move with the contractions to help ease the pain. 

Let me tell you, the hours between midnight and sun up are the worst hours to be in labor, at least for me. I was SO tired. The contractions were coming very regularly every 8 minutes at this point, ever increasing in intensity. While they lasted, I got much relief from leaning over the birth ball and rolling with it from side to side. I did this while standing up, with the birth ball on a raised surface. While it offered relief, it was impossible to sleep between contractions while standing up, and I was too tired lie down and get up again in between them. 

After about an hour of laboring this way by myself, I woke my husband around half past midnight to ask him to set up the birth pool, which involves inflating the pool, fitting it with its liner, connecting the hose to the shower head, and then fill the pool with water (which takes a while as we wait for the water heater to keep up). As with Boaz, the birth pool was set up in the office, which doubles as our guest room, and has a bed in it. In between filling the tub, my husband would doze off on the bed, while I was laboring and trying to rest. The contractions were still very manageable, but only as long as I was able to move with them. But like I said, standing up for 7 minutes in between them didn't do much in the way of letting me sleep. 

Around 1 a.m. on Wednesday, May 18th, I finally figured out a way to sit in the corner seat of our sofa in the living room in such a way that I could sleep between contractions, while still being able to move and work through them when they came every 8 minutes. So for the next 3 hours or so, I slept on the sofa, and woke only for the contractions. They were definitely painful, but manageable. My husband was asleep in the office next door, only waking to turn the hot water on and off as needed. 

Sometime around 4:30 a.m., I suddenly woke with a start, shivering and nauseated. This was an indication that labor had shifted into a new phase, and things were about to really pick up momentum. I woke my husband, and asked him to call the midwife and tell her it was time to come. I had wanted to hold off on that as long as possible to allow her to sleep, but as it turned out later, she had not been able to sleep much at all that night, knowing that I was in labor and could call at any moment. 

Once I was awake, there was no going back to sleep. I started throwing up (very typical for me in labor), but otherwise, I felt great between contractions. During each contraction, I would again lean over the birth ball on the guest bed, while my husband put gentle counter-pressure on my hips with his flat hands on either side. 


The birth team consisted of 4 ladies: my midwife (the same one I had used for the previous three births), two ladies who she had trained and who are just finishing their midwifery education (who had also been at my last two births), and a new apprentice midwife she was teaching. They showed up sometime around 5 a.m., and let themselves in silently so as to not wake the kids (labor plus kids just doesn't mesh well, and it was too early to send them all out of the house for the day). I remember hearing the cat, who prefers to sleep outside, meow - my only indication that the birth team had arrived and let the cat into the house when they came in. Later, one of the midwives told me that when she opened the door to let the apprentice in, my cat had leaped on her and scratched her up, something she has NEVER done - she must have been spooked by my being in labor. The ladies were setting up their stuff, making themselves coffee and letting me do my thing.

Around 5:30 a.m. or so, I asked my midwife to check me for dilation, and I think I was at a 6, though maybe it was 7. Things were going well and very manageable, so I didn't care much about the exact number. Having had the same midwife for the last four births, I knew she would have a good idea of when baby would be born, so I asked for her prediction. She said she would be very surprised if baby was born before 7 a.m. or after 10 a.m., so that was my "window." Might seem silly, but she's always been right in the past with me!

I got into the birth pool around this time to give me additional relief, and for the next couple of hours, I would sit in there resting and chatting, then turn over for the next contraction so my husband could push on my hips. In past labors, I always wanted counter-pressure on the tailbone, but this time, it felt much better to have him push to the right and left of my tailbone, on the hips. Between contractions, we were still laughing and talking.

By this time (about 7:30 a.m.), my mother-in-law had taken all the other kids out of the house, although they were so quiet I hardly even heard them leave. I was dilated to an 8 or 9, and I could feel the baby right at the cervix, but not pushing past the tailbone and ready to descend into the birth canal. The baby has to navigate a "turn" at that point, which is very noticeable. Once they clear that turn near the tailbone, they are born within the next minute or two. This baby, however, just stayed put right where it was. This was partly due to the fact that I was not yet fully dilated, although I knew from past experience that the last lip of my cervix typically doesn't get pushed aside until baby comes through, and I often do start pushing at 9 cm dilation.

It was around this time that my midwife told me the baby likely had its hand up by its face, based on the fact that he/she was not coming down sooner, and the fact that my hips felt like they were being split in half during contractions. This was NOT what I had wanted to hear. It meant that I could be stuck in this transitional phase for anywhere from 5 minutes to 5 days - just however long it took for baby to navigate past my tailbone, having increased its head circumference (the largest part to be born) by having a hand on its face/head.

Strangely, from the get-go, this labor had reminded me of Isaac's birth. Isaac is our second-oldest child, and my first home birth. His birth was going well, and was pretty manageable like this labor had been, except for the very end, when I got stuck in transition for several hours without any progress. After he was born, we learned that not only did he have a very short cord, but that he was making it shorter by having it looped up and through his legs. It took so long for him to be born because his cord had to stretch, stretch, stretch for him to be able to descend. By the time he came out, the cord was stretched very thin. I remember the last couple hours of that labor, I had gotten out of the pool, and was passed out tired on the bed in between contractions, waking only as they peaked and biting down on my husband's hand in pain. We have since learned to keep washcloths on hand for that! ;)

Having already experienced what it felt like to get stuck in transition, I was really discouraged by the prospect of having to relive that. Remembering Isaac's birth, I got out of the tub, and tried to rest and even sleep between contractions. At this point, labor was a lot more difficult to manage, because I no longer felt that each contraction brought me a little closer to holding baby - it felt like I was making zero progress, while in a lot of pain, with no end in sight. I remember telling my midwife to transfer me to the hospital via ambulance, so they could just deliver the baby via C-section, because I was DONE with labor. The ambulance was not due to any urgency, just the simple fact that I though riding lying down on a gurney would be a lot more comfortable than sitting in a car - ha!

After a couple of hours of that, around 9:30 a.m. I got another little burst of energy, and got back into the pool. It only took a couple more contractions until I finally felt the baby clear the tailbone, and descend into the birth canal. I knew he/she would be born with the next few pushes.

The head crowned with the next contraction, and while it was stuck there before the next one came, the midwife and I felt knuckles on both sides of the head. We had suspected one hand by the baby's face, but not two! I remember yelling for someone to put pressure on my perineum to keep it from tearing, then with the next push the baby was born at 9:48 a.m, just before my midwife's predicted delivery window ended. The cord was pretty short, I think just over a foot and a half, which probably didn't help labor progress any faster. I had to lean down carefully so as to not pull on the cord while checking to see if we had a boy or a girl. I had thought boy all along with this pregnancy, but had started to think girl toward the very end and while in labor. I was washing the dishes one night close to the birth when the name "Chloe" came into my mind as a choice for a girl, and was relieved that my husband liked it and we now had our girl name choice settled.

 This is how she was born, and still likes to sleep.

I knew I was supposed to get out of the tub as soon as baby was born (to better monitor blood loss), so with the help of my midwives, I moved out of the tub and onto the bed. The placenta was born shortly thereafter, followed by a lot of blood. It would have been alarming if not for the fact that I always bleed a lot after delivery, and my midwife knows this. They were keeping a close eye on me, monitoring my blood pressure and giving me stuff to control the bleeding, but I was not worried about it. I think that my body just makes an excess of blood while pregnant (blood volume increases anywhere from 150-200%, so there's a wide range of normal there), which is why I can afford to lose more than average without any complications. My iron levels, blood pressure, energy, and milk supply in the days after delivery were all stellar, which means that whatever amount of blood I lost was not an issue. I have donated blood before and felt far worse.

My husband called his mom to tell her the baby had been born, and that it was a girl. They were not too far from the house, and came home immediately to greet the newest member of the family.

 
 



Admiring her little fingers




My husband drained and cleaned up the birth pool while the midwives got me settled and kept monitoring me. In spite of Chloe's two little hands being born alongside her larger-than-average head, I had zero tearing. I had some pain near my tailbone from when she had to squeeze by there, but after a few hours that was gone, and I felt like I had never even given birth.

I hadn't eaten much in the last two days leading up to the birth, but I was still not hungry at all, and just ate a cheese stick. There was also cake and milk for everyone - knowing the birth was imminent, I had made birthday cake the night before.





Around nap time, the midwives left, the little boys napped, and my mother-in-law took the older kids out of the house so us parents could also rest in a quiet house.

About 10 days old and loving her bath. 

The midwife and her team came back to check on us on days 1 and 3, and at 1 and 2 weeks postpartum, which always includes flowers for baby and chocolate for mom. Chloe is growing and gaining well, and there have been no issues whatsoever with either her or me, except that I think she has a slight intolerance to me consuming dairy products. Mostly, she just gets colicky if I drink milk straight up, but seems to be fine with cheese etc. (though I have cut out all dairy for the time being just to make sure). I am not a fan of milk, and rarely if ever drank any while pregnant, which may be why she couldn't handle me drinking it now.
 


Boaz helping check Chloe's oxygen saturation



My husband drove me to see my chiropractor the day after giving birth, to set my tailbone straight again and to check Chloe for any misalignment. The chiropractor I see has taken care of me with my last 6 pregnancies, which I am certain plays a large part in my natural deliveries. I see her all throughout my pregnancies as often as I see the midwife for prenatal checkups. She is trained in the Webster technique, which is very gentle, and does not involve "cracking" my joints. 

Other than that, I have been home resting and holding baby. My mother-in-law left earlier this week after having stayed and helped for two weeks. Yesterday and today, I ran my first errands, not because I had to but because I was going stir-crazy from having been cooped up in the house so long. All went very well - Chloe actually likes the car seat, something most of our kids hate with a passion! I can't wait to go back to church this Sunday morning, though I will take some more time to phase in the evening services because I am going to bed early these days. 

Thank you again to all who prayed for a safe, easy delivery!