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One Year

This time last year, my son, Daddy & I were exhausted. We had been at the hospital over 36 hours & I was so overly ready to meet you. And now that we’ve spent a year getting to know you, we are so delighted to have you in our lives! (But I do wish you had chosen to sleep in a little on your birthday.) We love you very much! Happy Birthday Sweet Boy!


Plugging along. 

Life is good. But I haven’t taken the time to write about it lately. I seem to start a post and then come back to it and so much has already changed. I sat down to write now and the latest unpublished post said “we’re almost crawling”. Ha! Crawling is mastered. P is now almost walking. He does pretty great just holding onto one hand and then bouncing. His world (and the stuff he can easily get into) has grown so much! He’s so happy-go-lucky. I’m so grateful he’s my son!

And our cousin has arrived both in the world and at our grandparents house. P’s not sure what to make of him, but with just a 10 month gap, they’ll hopefully be good friends in the future. 

Milking a… Lion?

As a new nursing mother, I’m coming to hate the comparisons to a cow. I know many of us do it, but I’m beginning to see as a step back in our social evolution.

First, the cow. The cow has been breed over generations to produce 6-7 gallons a day. I never will, nor do I want to, produce even a gallon a day. Can you imagine?

So why do we allow a comparison with an animal that has been breed to make milk for others? Their children are weaned early and this ability of their body is exploited for others. Meanwhile, our whole purpose in producing milk is for our child. Yes, many of us have to pump, but our objective remains the same – our precious baby. Some mothers have enough milk they choose to donate their excess. (But it’s not an obligation, or even an expectation.)

Attention all women of childbearing age. Due to the superiority of your milk, we will now require you all to be milked regularly. Even if you don’t have children. (After all, demand dictates supply to a certain extent.)

Would we calmly take that?

All mammals produce milk for their children. Lions, tigers, bears. Let us pick one of those for our example – if an animal example is even necessary. Let’s choose a mother who will fight for her child instead of allowing them to be removed without a fight. One who stands up for her child’s best interests (where, when, and how to eat). Not a fat, docile animal that few have any respect for.

So go for it mama lions. Nurture and fight for your children.


6 years

Six years ago, I married my husband. It’s been a wonderful adventure! And then about a year ago, we made the decision that led to our little PD. This time last year, I was hopeful but wouldn’t have believed I would have been holding him in my arms already. Watching Greg and the way he’s been taking care of us both over the last week has made me fall for him even deeper! I’m so grateful that God brought us together. I love you and can’t wait to see where this adventure takes all three of us!

(This year, I hope you enjoy your gifts of a weepy wife and a sleepy son!)

Introducing PD!



Our parents came and visited last night. While we were figuring out their visit, I was listening to my birth music playlist. I’ve created individual ringtones for all my family members and without thinking about it, included the songs for my mom and dad on that playlist. While set on random, both of the songs I have chosen for my parents played, which sent me scrambling for the phone to pick it up, only to realize that it was iTunes and not them.

We made it through 14 hours of hard labor w pitocin yesterday. And I have to say it does make contractions so much worse. Greg was absolutely wonderful! Finally reached my breaking point at midnight last night. I was unable to get my body to relax during contractions and was almost to another one before I could calm myself down. The anesthesiologist walked in and immediately said “Are you related to Doug Macomber?” A few minutes later, she looked at me and said “You’re a harpist aren’t you!”

After the meds kicked in, I think Greg was able to get some down time. Looked like he stayed awake for some at least. (I dozed off right away.) I’m praying he feels rested and refreshed today. He was wonderful all day yesterday.

Pumpkin’s handling labor rather well also. So far, numbers have stayed consistent and in good range.

The Nursery 2

In my classroom at work, I’ve used colored contact paper to make different quotes and designs on the walls. I decided to do something similar here on the nursery. One of the things I like about it is that the paper peels easily off when a child outgrows it vs. painting something that has to be redone. Plus, when I inevitably make a mistake, it’s very easy to remake that one aspect of the design. I tried to make the nursery as gender-neutral as possible. I choose bright primary colors to offer some additional brain stimulation.


This is the design above our crib. The green strip that is there will be Pumpkin’s name. I just wanted a visual of how the green would look with everything else.


The change table. A friend is making mobiles we found on Pinterest for above both the crib and this table. I can’t wait to see how they’ve turned out!


The duck and pond were a last minute inspiration. I was just going to do more birds and clouds, but I had made a frog (to match the small living water frogs that will eventually be here). The frog needed a pond, and the pond obviously required a duck. I’m very happy with how they turned out.


Now, all the room is missing is a glider and a few other odds and ends.

We’re almost ready for you Pumpkin!



The Gender Discussion

First of all, if we do currently know what gender Pumpkin is, we’re not sharing until s/he is born.

I would like one of each. Order matters a little bit, but not significantly. But either way, as George says, a healthy baby is most important!

I’ve been taking a poll of my brothers on whether they would prefer a niece or nephew. When we were younger, they always wanted a little brother, and I of course wanted a sister. Having three brothers, you can tell who won each of those battles. Two of those brothers and my sister-in-law all want a little niece. My last brother wants a nephew, but is sure it’s a niece as well. Rather amusing to me how the opinions on that changes.

The Wait

We told our parents about Pumpkin two days ago. They are all so excited! We then mailed announcements out yesterday. One has already arrived at my parents’ house (for my younger brother) and they are both going crazy waiting for him to get home and open it. Another brother should be getting his today as well. I’m looking forward to seeing who calls or texts me first.

And then we’ll see how long it takes for the rest of the family.