Tuesday, August 16, 2016

What I Learned From My Toddler's Tantrums

Tonight I went for a walk. I had my Pandora going and "Christ in Me" by Jeremy Camp came on. This song is pretty popular right now on K-LOVE so I hear it all the time. I already knew I liked it, but tonight it really hit home with what I'm going through.
In this obsession with the things this world says make us happy
Can't see the slaves we are in all the searching or the grasping
Like we deserve much more than all these blessing we're holding
So now I'm running free into an ocean of mercy unending

So come and empty me
So that it's you I breathe
I want my life to be
Only Christ in me
So I will fix my eyes
'Cause you're my source of life
I need the world to see
That it's Christ in me
That it's Christ in me

Done with what holds me down the things I once was chasing after
Throw off these heavy chains that I have let become my master
So now I'm running free into an ocean of mercy unending

Every line of this song spoke to my heart and my struggle right now. We place so much emphasis on what "things" will make us happy. For me, I've felt food will make me happy. That friendships will make me happy. That being liked will make me happy. That pleasing people will make me happy. That having it altogether will make me happy. In trying to live that life, I became a slave. Definitely a slave to food, but also a slave to other people's opinions. And here's where I switch to present tense because heaven knows I'm still strugglin'. I keep searching for something to fill the space that's solely for the Lord. I keep expecting blessings to rain down while I squander the ones I have in front of me. I keep pretending I'm "all in" while holding onto what's familiar. I'm a slave to what I've let food do to me. But I'm desperate to be "done with what holds me down... the things I once was chasing after". Christ has broken the chains for me and Satan CANNOT win my heart. "So now I'm running free into an ocean of mercy unending". Christ is not finished with me! Praise the Lord! This story is not complete! 

Ella has been in a phase lately of kicking and screaming when we put her in her car seat. She throws these horrendous fits that totally test my patience and leave me at a loss for words. There's no consoling her. There's no reasoning with her. There's no making it better. She just screams and pitches back and almost seems like she's not even there anymore.  As I wrote the paragraph above, it became clear to me that I am acting like a toddler. Christ is trying to fasten me securely into my place with Him. He's trying to reign in my arms and legs, to keep my body safe, to love me in His protection... But I'm kicking and screaming, so focused on what I want (food) that I can hardly hear His words to me. I can hardly stop long enough to focus on what His plan for me is. I can't give up control of my body because I don't know what will happen if I do. I want what I want and I want it now. I don't want to listen. I don't want to behave and make good choices. I don't want to focus on Christ. I want to throw a fit and still get what I want. 

I love Ella more than many other things in this world. She tests my limits and my patience, but my love for her is unending and unchanging. Praise the Lord, we serve a God who loves us even greater than we can love each other! Praise the Lord, His patience for my fit-throwing tendencies is so much greater than mine is with Ella's. Praise the Lord, His grace and mercy are for me! As I continue to seek His will and continue to die to myself and live in Him... I'm thankful for a God who is never-changing and never-failing and whose plans for me are ALWAYS good. My story with food addiction will be of victory, not defeat, and I have Jesus Christ to thank for that!

Do you know God's grace? Do you know his love for you? No matter what struggle you are facing... No matter how long you've avoided Christ... No matter what you've put in front of your faith... Christ is faithful to you! He is pursuing you! He wants you to choose Him! He wants to save you from yourself! He wants YOU! Isn't that so sweet?? 

Dear God, Thank you so much for who you are as our heavenly father. Thank you for pursuing us and loving us, even when we're unlovable. Thank you for putting up with our tantrums, bad choices, and rebellion like the loving creator you are. Thank you for being so patient with us and giving us so many chances to accept your grace and salvation. Forgive us where we fail you. Forgive us when we disobey or ignore what your will for us is. Forgive us when we neglect to seek you first. By your grace, I want to seek your will for me. I want to rid myself of what I want and live solely for what you want for me. I want to make better choices and have a testimony of victory so that you may be glorified. Your word tells us you came for sinners, that we may repent and accept your salvation. Your word tells us you love us and your plans for us are good. Thank you for loving me in my brokenness. Thank you for sending your son to die for me. I accept you as my Lord and Savior and want to seek you first. Amen.

Monday, December 1, 2014

"Unexpected Fortune" has never been more accurate

I was trying to think of the best way to document my journey with Plexus and decided I better dust off the old blog and give it another go. At least this way it will all be in one place and I won't have to dig through my News Feed to find anything.

Okay, so by now you all know I've been taking Plexus. I started the TriPlex combo (Slim, BioCleanse, and ProBio5) on October 24th. I immediately knew this is something I had to start telling people about. I just fell in love... With the products, the people, the business plan, the compensation plan... I fell totally in love with Plexus Worldwide, and I just can't help but tell people about it. I truly feel, without a shadow of a doubt, that there is a product in this line for every single person. But let me backtrack a bit and tell you why I started...

As you all probably know by now, I have been all over the place with my weight for goodness knows how long (forever?). I have tried to lose weight several times and nothing ever "stuck". I would lose some and then a holiday or a vacation would come up and it'd be out the window and back into old habits. I started working out with a personal trainer which was such a blessing... But then she moved, I got pregnant and had Ella, and then BAM... Right back where I started. At just over 300 lbs though, I knew something needed to change and quick. I didn't have the energy or the desire to get up and move... Or even get down on the floor and play with my baby. That was NOT okay with me.

Aside from weight and health concerns, we were also struggling financially. I recently quit my job so we could move back to Oklahoma and I could stay home with Ella. We knew we would be downsizing, but we did not realize that even with downsizing, we could not afford our new home on one income alone. After depleting our savings and nearly wiping out all of our investments, we realized that I would have to be working, too, or we were headed down the path toward bankruptcy.

I had been ignoring Plexus posts from a couple of my facebook friends for months, just scrolling past and thinking "ugh... another health/weight loss scheme". But the financial issues we were going through and with how awful I felt mentally and physically... I thought I might look into it. I messaged my husband's cousin, who is an ambassador with Plexus, and asked her for more information. What she told me about the products and the compensation plan just blew me away!! I signed up a couple days later and here I am.

Now let me add something here because I don't want to mislead anyone. My journey started with concerns for my weight and seeking a way to lose weight and earn money. But not everyone's journey starts the same way and I sure don't want anyone to get the idea that Plexus is ONLY for weight loss. In fact, it was designed to regulate blood sugar, cholesterol, and lipid levels. What they found was that 83% of people in their research study were losing weight as a SIDE EFFECT!!! So please do not let me mislead you in thinking this is a weight loss product. Many people lose weight (I know I have!!) but this is not a quick fix or fad diet. I don't want you to get the wrong impression, so I feel the need to clarify that. Not to mention, there are 13 different products in the Plexus line... All designed to target different areas of health (energy, carbohydrate absorption, inflammation relief, gut health, breast health, etc.). This is why I say there is truly a product for everyone!!

Okay, so back to what I was saying... It has been just over a month since I started taking my products. I want to update each month what I'm feeling, my measurements, my weight, and the financial blessings we've experienced through Plexus. If at any point you have questions or want to know more information, I would love to talk to you about it!! My website is kaycierogers.myplexusproducts.com but I would love to talk to you about our products, one-on-one, so we can determine which would be right for your needs!

So okay, after one month on the TriPlex combo (mostly Slim and ProBio5, since I take BioCleanse intermittently), I have experienced:

- Increased energy (I don't need a nap in the middle of the day anymore!)
- Feeling rested when I wake up (Which is insane coming from someone sleeping with a 9 month old)
- Less heartburn/acid reflux (I only take my papaya enzyme supplement a couple times a week now, as opposed to a couple times a night)
- Losing 7.55 inches, total
- Losing 4 lbs, total (Disclaimer: I had lost 5.5 lbs in the first 19 days, but Thanksgiving set me back a pound and a half... Which is still a victory because it could have been so much more I gained back!!!)
- Overall better mood throughout the day (Less irritability)
- I've already earned several bonuses and an increase in commission!! 
- I am one ambassador away from my first big promotion to Silver (which will mean another bonus)!!
- Making more my first month than I ever expected, judging by the other MLM's compensation plans I've experienced and heard of

I cannot wait to see what the month of December has in store for my Plexus journey!! Again, I'd love to help you reach your financial and health goals, as well!! Let's talk about how we can make that happen!!

One month in; December 1, 2014

Thursday, September 18, 2014

How did we get here?

As there are so many changes happening and about to happen, I am sitting here in my living room alone (thinking) and got the overwhelming urge to blog. It's been a good while, hasn't it? Sorry about that.

It's all happening!

(Any Almost Famous fans in here?)

Ella had surgery 2 weeks ago tomorrow. Her shoulder was dislocated and we're not sure how long it had been that way. There are a lot of unanswered questions that will likely always be unanswered. A lot of "what if"s that I go over again and again, if I let myself go there. I worry that the choices I made caused this to happen. If maybe I'd gone to the hospital sooner or not pushed as hard or gotten a c-section or, well... The list goes on.

And then I look at her smile.

And I remember that every step of the way we have prayed for her, loved her, and tried to do our very best to make the best possible decisions for her. Maybe we didn't make the right ones and maybe we should've done things differently, but we can't change what's happened. All we can do is move forward and continue to pray for her, love her, and try to make the best possible decisions for her. 

It has me thinking about all of the choices Braylen and I have made that have gotten us to this point. As we pack up our things and plan to move out of the "house of our dreams" and back home to Oklahoma... I've been pondering what would've happened if we'd never come to Wichita Falls and just stayed in OK. I have no idea what we'd be doing, where we'd be, or who we would be. Even though, financially, living here has been a hardship (through no fault but our own), Wichita Falls, in many ways, has been the biggest blessing. I was going to list off all of the people who have been so vital and special in our lives the past two years, but it was getting a little long and ridiculous. There aren't enough "Thank you"s in this world... My amazing coworkers, our midwife, our doula who wasn't technically our doula (haha), Ella's OT, our family doctor, my clients and their families, the La Leche League of WF... I could go on and on.

Wichita Falls has changed who I am. And I am not saying that lightly. I had no idea the kind of pregnancy or birth I wanted before I came here and met amazing women who taught me and informed me and never judged my decisions. I had no idea the kind of mom I wanted to be. I had no idea the kind of speech pathologist I wanted to be. 

I had no idea that becoming a mother would change everything. 

And that sounds so silly because of course it does. But I didn't know the depth of what that meant until I met our baby girl. She is the reason. She's the reason that Braylen and I met... The reason we stuck it out through grad school so I could become an SLP... The reason we (somewhat) randomly moved to WF... The reason I became addicted to learning about pregnancy, birth, breastfeeding, and parenting... The reason I am (at least for now) leaving my career to focus on her and any other children we may have. She is it. 

I was packing up some things in her room this afternoon and just thinking about how blessed we've been by her. From the time I took the first pregnancy test until this very second, we've been blessed.

And now we get to raise our daughter in the midst of our sweet family in the area we both grew up... In what has always been our home, well before Braylen and I ever met. 

It's overwhelming to think about how precious this time is with her. How fleeting every second is. How much is changing so quickly. I'm so excited for what's to come and yet everything is happening so fast! She's already 6 months old and just yesterday she was just a dream I had that was too good to ever come true. 

I need to remember that even though our lives are "stressful" right now with moving, financial losses, leaving friends who've become family... Despite all the crazy going on... 

Our blessings are immeasurable. 

And packed into one strong, funny, smiley, inspiring, incredibly adorable little girl. 

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

The Day You Were Born

Dear Ella Christine,

It's hard to know exactly where to begin the story of your birth. As you'll soon find out... Your mother can sometimes be a little too word-y. Do I start when your dad and I found out we were pregnant? That seems a little silly. So then do I start it the day of your birth? That seems to cut out too much. I guess the only place I can think to start is mid-February. Around that time (February 16th, to be exact), your dad and I started questioning the validity of the due date we were given at our first ultrasound (March 11, 2014). We mentioned these concerns to our midwife, Kasie, and that started a whole slew of confusion. It's a long story, kiddo, but basically... We weren't sure what our due date was or when to expect your arrival. I knew that I was feeling crummy all the time... My feet and ankles (and just about everything else) were three times their normal size, I was having cramping pretty regularly, and my energy level was at an all-time low.

I started taking it easy at work and trying to keep my feet up at home, whenever I could. Your dad was such a huge help at this time. He tended to me so well and was so sweet. Really, he was that way throughout my pregnancy with you, but he really kicked it into overdrive those last few weeks. 

On February 27th, we had our weekly appointment with Kasie. She noticed that my swelling was still out of control, my belly was still measuring really large, and I'd gained 25+ pounds in two weeks! The next day, she asked me to meet her at her doctor's office for a consult to rule out polyhydramnios (too much amniotic fluid). All was well at the appointment... Turns out I had just the right amount of fluid, you were just a big girl! We were all so relieved that everything was just fine and we wouldn't need to be induced or (worst case scenario) have a c-section! 

Following that appointment, I was so sure you would come anytime. He'd examined me and found I was 3 centimeters dilated and 80% effaced. He predicted it would be anytime, so I just expected you to come that weekend! Well, I was wrong about that... But you didn't wait too much longer! 

I tried so many things to get "real" labor going with you: red raspberry leaf tea, evening primrose oil, bouncing on the birth ball at home AND at work, walking as much as my feet and energy would let me, and castor oil.You were stubborn, though, and took your time.

I worked that whole next week. Working at this point was just not fun at all. Getting up and down, mustering up enthusiasm with my kiddos, and answering a billion questions ("You're still pregnant?" "When is she going to come already?!" "How are you feeling??") were becoming so difficult. That difficulty aside, it gave me something to do to keep my mind off of waiting for you, so I was thankful for that!

March 5, 2014
At about 1:45 AM on March 6th, I got up to pee... Just like any other night. I remember thinking, when I walked back to bed, "Hm... Something feels a little different", but I wasn't fully awake so I didn't think anything of it. I sat down on the edge of the bed, got a drink, and started to roll over onto my left side. Midway through rolling over, I felt a gush of liquid. I yelled out, "Whoa!", which woke your dad up enough to say, "What's wrong?!". I told him, "Well, I'm either peeing again, or my water just broke". As carefully as I could, I stood up and an even bigger gush of fluid came out. We knew then that you were coming soon! At first we couldn't do anything but just stare at each other, like... What the heck do we do now?! (haha) The first thing your dad did was get a towel for me to stand on so I'd stop leaking all over the floor. While he did that, I reached for the phone and called Kasie and your Nonnie. After they were informed about what was happening, I got in the shower to wash off. At that point, I hadn't started contracting yet. I tried laying back down after the shower, but that was when I started feeling contractions. They really weren't too bad at that point, but considering how fast we were expecting you to come, we told our parents, Kasie, and Molly Beth (the photographer) that it would be best to head this way.

This is what 65 pounds of swelling, placenta, and baby looks like!

I remember so much about the day of your birth, but I have absolutely no reference for time. I know my water broke at 1:50 that morning, but beyond that I lost all track of time. The day went by extremely fast and incredibly slow at the same time. I know that doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but I can't describe it any other way! To help put everything together, I asked Kasie to give me her notes from the birth, so that's really helped me piece everything together. From now on, any times I mention, I got from her notes (Thanks, Kasie!).

Our amazing midwife, Kasie, and her assistant, Dawn
Kasie got to our house first, at around 4 AM. I was still dilated 3 cm but was now 100% effaced. I'm not sure what time your grandparents arrived. Your dad and I stayed in our bedroom for nearly the entire day, while everyone else stayed out in the living room. I've been told that your birth day went by very slowly for everyone waiting outside of our room. Nonnie told me later that she stood outside our bedroom door several times to try to hear what was going on. She told me, "You were so quiet through the whole thing!".

Kasie checking your heart. I'm still smiling so contractions must not be too bad yet =]

Doesn't Papa Gene look like he's having the time of his life? haha

Grinny kept lots of people updated throughout the day.

Grandpa relaxing
I wasn't too interested in eating or drinking throughout the day, but I did have some snacks. I ate a few bites of tooty fruity (fruit salad), a few bites of "German pancake soup", water, and Powerade. I probably didn't drink/eat as much as I should've, but it seemed like every time I took a bite of something, I had a contraction.

Little one, I cannot explain to you how much more I fell in love with you daddy the day you were born. I mentioned before how big of a help he was throughout my pregnancy, but I never imagined how incredible he could be during labor/delivery. We took a birth class a few weeks before you were born with a wonderful doula named Wendy. She went over several comfort techniques for us to try. I had no idea your dad was paying that good of attention! He seemed to know what I needed without me even having to ask. He was my hero that day.

At around 7 AM the contractions had gotten stronger and were much closer together. I wanted to get in the birth pool around this time, but Kasie wanted me to wait a little bit, as I was only dilated to a 5.

I got into the birth pool shortly after 8 AM and by 8:20 I had dilated to 8 cm! By 8:30 I was in transition! It all seemed to go by so fast (for me) after this. The contractions were overwhelming.

We had my laptop in the room with my favorite Pandora radio station playing. I can't begin to tell you how much that helped to take my mind off of the contractions... Especially once they got really bad!

By 9 AM I was at 9 cm! I thought, for sure, you would be coming anytime. Just like what I had read in all the billion pregnancy books I'd read... My body seemed to relax and there was an odd calmness that came over me. 

I got out a couple times to go to the bathroom. Apparently somewhere in my mind I was preoccupied with the fear of pooping in the pool, haha. Between 10:40 and 11:40 I pushed slightly to help open up my cervix. 

That last centimeter wouldn't budge, so Kasie thought it would be a good idea to get out of the pool. The next several hours were a roller coaster of intense, intense, painful contractions and periods of no contractions at all. 





Nothing (Check out my gross elephant foot though!)


See? Kind of all over the place. The worst contractions were when they had me lie on my side. They were pretty much unbearable... To the point that I felt I was going to pass out. I could only tolerate this position for less than a minute a couple times. 

Kasie had a suspicion that your head might not be in a favorable birth position. You were definitely low in my pelvis, but your head was turned sideways and my body was so exhausted/tense from contracting for so long that it would not dilate that last centimeter. In a last ditch effort, she had me contract in a position called the "banana". In this position, I had to lie on my back with several pillows under my butt/low back. The "banana" is also EXTREMELY unpleasant, to say the least.

Unfortunately, this didn't work either. My body was too tense from the pain and pushing that you weren't able to rotate. I sat on the edge of the bed, which was the only position that was (relatively) comfortable, while Kasie explained to me my options. She told us that we could continue to labor at home, but it was not likely to progress into a successful and safe birth. Your dad and I were left alone to discuss our options.

Truthfully, at that point, I felt as if there was no way I would be able to continue at home. It was now about 5 PM. I'd been dilated to 9 centimeters with waves of very intense and painful contractions for 8 hours. I knew it was time to go to the hospital. Surprisingly, I didn't have as much of a struggle with that decision as I would've expected. Although, with how exhausted I felt and how much pain I was in... Maybe it's not so surprising that I would want relief however I could find it. Within the first few days after your birth, your dad shared with me that he was much more upset/scared about going to the hospital than I was. As you will one day learn, your dad has had some difficult experiences with hospitals. He didn't want me to need to go to the hospital, and he most definitely didn't want us to have to be admitted.

Once we made the decision to go to the hospital, Kasie made arrangements to have our information and paperwork faxed and advised them that we were on our way. Since we didn't have care established with any of the doctors at the hospital, our sweet photographer, Molly Beth, helped us by hand writing a quick birth plan. Her practical and fast thinking was such a lifesaver! Your dad rushed to get a bag packed because we didn't expect or plan to be going to the hospital. He loved telling everyone "I asked her earlier if we should have a bag packed and she kept saying 'No, we won't need it'". He just had to throw in that "I told you so." =]

The walk to the car was probably the longest walk I've ever endured. As well as the car ride to the hospital. Grinny drove your dad and I there. I hear she was quite the speed demon, but nothing could've gotten me there fast enough, ha. I had contractions every 3-5 minutes. Grinny thought it was funny that, despite the contractions I was having, I was still able to give her directions to the hospital. When we got there (around 6 PM), the valet attendants had to wait before they could move our car because I was in a contraction when we pulled up and couldn't get out of the truck. We left the house so quickly that I didn't even put on shoes! I'm sure I got plenty of strange looks rolling into the hospital with bare feet, but I never even noticed! As soon as we got to the labor and delivery reception desk, they took us to our room and got me into bed.

I stayed breathing like this and didn't move a muscle until the anesthesiologist came.
Since I didn't have an obstetrician established, we were assigned the doctor on call, which happened to be Dr. Mandy Winfrey. She came to our room within minutes of our arrival, which was so nice. When we got there, I was convinced I needed to have a c-section. I felt like there was no way in the world I would be able to push you out vaginally... I was beyond exhausted and felt so defeated. When Dr. Winfrey did her exam of your position and my cervix, she told us, "Once we get you an epidural and your body has a chance to relax... I see no reason at all why you wouldn't be able to give birth vaginally!". Like I said... I was exhausted and ready to be finished. So when she said I would have to push some more, I wanted to slap her! ha. Was she crazy?! Could she not see how tired I was?! Did she not hear us when we told her I'd been pushing for hours?! How could she think it would be that easy?

We were told that it might take an hour for the anesthesiologist to come with the epidural. I have never watched the clock so closely. My contractions were still steadily coming every 3-5 minutes. These were some of the hardest contractions to manage because they had me sitting up in the hospital bed with the band around my stomach to monitor your heart rate. I couldn't move or get "comfortable"... All I could do was breathe, try not to push, and pray. Fortunately, the anesthesiologist showed up in about 50 minutes, instead of the full hour. Not a minute too soon!
Everyone had to leave while the epidural was administered. They had me sit on the side of the bed and bend my chin down as far into my chest as I could. This proved to be a LOT harder than it sounds. You saw how big my belly was... Bending forward was no easy matter! But I knew they had the drugs that would hopefully bring relief, so I did my best. They told me I had to be completely still. It took several minutes to administer, which was surprising to me because I didn't realize how much preparation would be involved. When one of the drugs was inserted, the anesthesiologist told me "You might feel some cramping in your back" and a split second later, I started having a contraction as well as back cramps. I prayed and prayed and prayed that God would help me to be still through that contraction, because it was hurting so bad.

Ella girl, I cannot express to you the overwhelming relief that the epidural provided. The best way I can describe it is feeling like my body was enveloped in complete warmth. I felt no pain at all. It is the best feeling I had ever experienced in my entire life (until I held you for the first time, of course). See the big lump under the covers in the picture above? They had me lie on my left side with a peanut ball in between my knees. Dr. Winfrey explained that this would allow my body to relax with my pelvis open so you could rotate into a better position.

Around 8:15ish, Dr. Winfrey returned to our room to do another internal exam. Within seconds she said, "Okay, let's push this baby out!". I was finally dilated to a 10! We were about to meet our baby girl!!!

All I remember from pushing is the nurse having me push for 3 sets of 10 seconds with my chin as close to my chest as I could get it. That was nearly impossible, it seemed. During the last set of 10 seconds, I always had to stop short. I know that seems silly to remember, but I kept thinking "Are you insane?! I can't breathe!". They asked if I wanted a mirror to watch you make your way out, and I declined. Baby girl, there are just some things in life that can't be unseen. Giving birth is a miracle, but I didn't think I could handle actually seeing the miracle that was going on down there. Your dad and Nonnie saw the whole ordeal, though (bless their hearts).

See? Not much space to scrunch.

It took me lots and lots of pushing to get your head through. Once I got you there, Dr. Winfrey had to help pull you out because your shoulders were stuck and you weren't crying/breathing. Your dad cut the umbilical cord as soon as you were completely out. They took you immediately to the incubator to try to get you to breathe.
Right after you finally came into the world!
Oh, sweetheart... The sound of your cry was the most precious sound I had ever heard in my life. It was as though everything else disappeared from the whole world and all that was left was you and that amazing, miraculous cry.

You were born at 8:42 PM. You weighed 9 pounds, 15 ounces and were 22 inches long. Your head circumference was 15 inches.

Once they established that your vitals were good and saw you were breathing just fine, they brought you over to my chest. 

I had never seen anything as beautiful as you, baby girl. You were (and are) absolutely perfect. I loved every inch of you and couldn't stop staring at you and soaking in every piece of those first few moments.

Us with Dr. Winfrey
Once they finished taking care of me, your dad held you for the first time. Watching him holding you made the entire day worth it. He is such a good daddy, and he was from the time we found out about you. He loves you so much, baby girl. 

Then everyone took turns coming in to meet you.

Ella Christine, you are the best thing your father and I have ever experienced. You are our greatest accomplishment. Growing up, all I ever wanted was a daughter. You made all of my wishes come true. You made us parents. I can never tell you the hold you have on our hearts and the amount of love we feel for you. The moment you were born, you made our lives better. 

You and daddy

Big feet!

You are everything we ever wanted and more. I pray that God blesses you with this kind of love one day with your own children. It's greater than anything I could ever explain.

We love you so much, sweet girl, and can't wait to watch you grow into the child of God you were created to be! 

All my love,

We have several people to thank for making Ella's birth day so special. Thank you, Kasie McElhaney (at New Life Midwifery Care) and Dawn Rabideau for taking care of me and making sure I was safe and as comfortable as possible at all times. Kasie, you are so precious to me. I could never thank you enough! Thank you, Molly Beth at emb photography for capturing so many priceless photos that we will cherish for the rest of our lives. You were a bright light throughout the day and had the most positive attitude. Thank you, Wendy Fowler, for teaching Braylen and myself so many useful techniques that we were able to utilize to make my labor significantly better. Also, thank you for giving us an idea of what to include in our hospital birth plan. 

Lastly, but certainly not least... Thank you to our parents and family friend Carol for enduring a long day of waiting. It means so much to us that you all were there for us to welcome Ella into the world. She is so blessed to have you all in her life, just as we are. I pray we can be half as good of parents as you all are.
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