The dreaded moment...

So yesterday I had to deal with the inevitable, the dreaded moment when a teacher pulls you aside and proceeded to tell you that your child is " in trouble". I quietly listened as this teacher who is not one of my child s teachers proceeded to tell me how my son had been caught throwing wet paper towel on the ceiling in the boy's bathroom.i was surprised and disappointed, when I probed further on our walk home I discovered he had been in the bathroom with a friend causing this mess, so I initially was relieved as I thought, maybe this was his friends idea. I talked to him about choosing good friends and to not do wrong when they are and the he proudly announced " oh, but it was my idea- he was just copying me!" I was so disappointed, but also wanted to teach him. I feel as though our society is all about passing the buck, not accepting responsibility and entitlement- I do not want that for my children! So we talked for a while and came up with a plan to write an apology note to the janitor who had cleaned up the mess, and to help the consequence sink in a little deeper he had to hand deliver it to him when we got to school this morning. I think and I hope that he will never do that again. I hope to teach my children to take ownership and responsibility for their actions. Also because our faith is a big part of our daily lives I sized another teaching moment, I asked him if he had felt the Holy Ghost when he was making the mess? I reminded him that he is getting baptized next summer so he needed to listen to those feelings! He than turned to me and said " well I didn't feel any different, I don't know what the Holy Ghost feels like" having 5 other kids in tote it was not the best timing to sit down and quietly talk this over, so I told him we would chat more at home. Later in the evening I reminded him of our conversation and asked him if he wanted to know how the Holy Ghost felt? He did so we prayed together and he asked Heavenly Father to help him feel the Holy Ghost so he could recognize it when he needed its help. I was so disappointed in his chick earlier that day but was so proud of him for choosing to offer a humble prayer to seek a closer relationship with his Father in Heaven. He felt " warm and tingly, like butterflies", I hope he will listen to this feeling in the future and allow it to help him choose the right!Ahhh life lessons!

Unconditional Love

I was sitting on the couch the other day snuggling sweet little E and thinking about how much I love him and how much he loves me. He does not see the 35 lbs I need to loose, he does not see the pimple on my face, he does not see all the things I did not get done today, he loves me unconditionally and it's pretty amazing to have someone love you in that way! It's very reflective when it's your last child, I am savouring my snuggle and will miss those peaceful moments when your child/ baby is snuggled up fast asleep on your chest.

A Day of Perfection

So I thought I would share with you the story of Baby E's arrival. As the title states it was a day of perfection as Big Daddy named it. To be honest its a day I was absolutely terrified of, I was 9 day overdue with baby # 6 and the Dr. starts talking about induction-Yes, I had been induced with "G" but they used a very different manner than my current Dr was suggesting. So to say the least I was a "little" irritable the days leading up to induction, especially each morning when I would wake to realize I was still pregnant. So Go granted me a miracle, not the one I had been praying for ( and wondering if He even heard me anymore) but rather the one that would make little E's arrival day truly perfect! It started early on a Monday morning arriving at the hospital around 6:15am, as we arrived on the 3rd floor for labor and delivery we were greeted by an old friend who was now our nurse until shift change at 7am. Our friend was very reassuring and arranged for us to have a great nurse, she also took the time to explain all the things that would take place. Also which is very unusual for me, she got my IV in on the first try (it usually take at least 4 tries and multiple nurses) so at 7am we met our new nurse (nurses, as she had a nurse working with her who was new to the floor)Also at 7am the Dr. arrives and breaks my water, by 7:45am they start "the drip", this is the part I was dreading. "The drip" is what bring on contraction, but from what I had heard it would bring them on hard and fast- not really what I was hoping for!However like I said earlier my nurse was Amazing, So she told me she was not going to jump start my body into labor but rather wanted it to be as natural as possible increase the drip slowly and ay a pace I was comfortable with (as comfortable as labor is ;) ) So things were going well and then we got another visitor, the Nurse who had been there to help with J-dawg delivery, she was great too. So our J-dawg nurse took over so our other Nurse could go for a break. J-dawgs nurse was a little more eager and sped up the drip twice while they were on break, lucky for me when my nurse got back the worked quickly to ensure I could get some pain relief. Intact she stole the epidural supplies from the lady in the room next door, she used the reasoning that I was on baby #6 and if I didn't get it soon that I would not have enough time to get one. Moment later the anistisiologist arrives, he asked me if I knew who he was and replied "yup, your my hero!" I only had 1 maybe 2 very mild contraction while he was getting the epidural in place which was amazing as they had been coming on very strong and close together. After I was no longer feeling pain, I realized I was feeling pressure! My nurse decides to do I quick check and turns to call the Dr as Baby E was ready to make his debut. After 3 pushes he was here! My dr was great about putting him right on my chest after he was born so I could saver that first snuggle between Mom and babe. He came in at 9lbs 6oz and 22 inches long, he also had/has dark hair like Miss M ( who had wanted a sister, so upon finding out it was a boy I offered a prayer that he might possibly look like his sister as the other 4 boys had been soooo blonde) He was perfect and for such a big baby I only required 1 stitch which was amazing as with Miss M I had a 4th degree tear after she was born and was told i would always tear beaches of this. An hour or so after he was born Big Daddy left to bring Mr Ty to pre-school, he asked if I wanted the cell phone and I said no, as I knew I would busily text everyone about Baby E's arrival and simply wanted to savour his sweet spirit a little longer for myself. So Big Daddy left and the Nurses and Dr left and it was just me and Baby E for at least an hour, it was so peaceful, that I imagine that is what Heaven must feel like! When we were ready to be moved to the post delivery side of the floor to our delight I got a room all to my self!!! There was actually more Nurses than patience on the floor so I got great care (very unusual to not share a room or have a full floor in my experience) We had great Nurses again who worked hard the get the Dr. there to discharge us the next day so we could attend a musical play Mr Ry was involved with at school, that he had been hoping we could attend. Mr Ry did great and then proudly brought his new baby brother over to his music teacher for her to hold, she was so touched that we had come practical straight from the hospital to see the performance. So now you know the story of Baby E and the Day of Perfection! :)

Stretch marks and my Savior

So as a Mom to now 5 children I have acquired a few stretch marks, to say the least! I was having one of those days, as I stared at myself in the mirror noticing each and every stretch mark and was beginning to feel extremely unattractive.Then I was blessed with the thought, that could only have come from my Heavenly Father, the thought was " My Son and your Savior Jesus Christ also had/has marks, He has them because of each of us and He does not look at them as ugly or shamefully or that He is no longer attractive, instead he kept those sacred marks to remind Himself of Us and to remind us of what He did For us!" Suddenly I looked at my stretch marks and wanted to keep each one, each line, each love handle, each spot that had previously made me feel ugly, now made me think of each of my 5 children and how I want to cherish and savor each mark that brought them to me each mark that made them mine. So in the future when I look at myself I will see the sacrifice that I made for them and when I look at my children and at my stretch marks I will remember the sacrifice my Savior made for me and the marks that He carries with Joy over the Sacrifice He Made for Me! Something to consider when you are feeling down or notice a stretch mark.