Baby Mae

How do I put into words the amount of respect I have for my sister-in-law as I watched her bring her daughter into this world?

How do I communicate the depth of love that grew unexpectedly, spreading its roots more than they could have ever imagined, as they welcomed their little girl into their lives? 

It was nine months of working through fear and the "what if's". I remember Nicole telling me how she wanted to trust the Lord with this birth. She desperately wanted to experience a VBAC and a natural birth, but she also wanted to be okay with God's plan…whatever that may be.

The sun shone delicately through the window of their little home on wheels. The home that holds miles of memories. He would lean over to kiss her, touch her face, or rub her back. He wanted to give her a piece of his love to help her through. 

After a night of contractions, laboring in their Rialta, a complete natural birth in the hospital, and three passionate hours of pushing, Lee held out his hand and caught his little gift. He placed all 6 pounds of love onto Nicole's fast beating heart. A rush of laughter and tears of joy filled the room. Mae Carolyn Koch was immediately surrounded by love.

How precious are the first moments of new life. Meeting the one you've been waiting for and dreaming about. The little one you would do anything for, no matter what the pain of labor, or agony of the push. You just met her and you would give her your life.

We are all so excited about Mae. What a sweet little blessing to our family. Mae makes cousin number 10!

The End Of My Rope, The Beginning Of Something Good

She held her firstborn baby on her hip and looked down at my oversized belly. When I told her I was expecting our fourth baby she couldn't believe it. "Wow, so you got this whole mom thing down!…Right?" I could feel my belly tighten with a Braxton Hicks as I began to laugh and try not to wet myself. I might have scared her a little with my response. "No, the more children I have, the more I realize how much I don't have this mom thing down." She laughed nervously and changed the subject. I went to the bathroom. 

Later that night, I held my son as he struggled through his second round of croup within the month. I could hear his throat loosen as he breathed in the cool night air and we watched the rain fall. The next morning I gripped my coffee cup and asked God to help me survive the day with only four hours of sleep.

The next night brought me to the end of my rope. The stuffy nose that needed saline drops, the little girl with the bad dream, and the baby inside of me with the hiccups that shook my entire body…it all seemed like too much. I cried quiet tears at 4am. I wondered how I would survive being a mom of four children…then I cried a little harder.

The sun came too quick that next morning. Somehow I managed to feed my kids breakfast, find clean clothes that matched, and fill their lunch boxes with something that would satisfy their little bellies. We kissed and hugged and I was happy to say goodbye! I drove to my mom's group that meets a few times a month and sat with a group of mothers who don't have it all together. 

"All I knew is that I had Jesus." —Loretta Lambert

It was so simple, but such a good reminder. The seasoned mother of twenty-seven years knew from the beginning that she would struggle in this journey of motherhood, but as long as she had Jesus, it would all (somehow) work out. 

I could feel my shoulders relax. Someone knew how tired I was. Someone walked this road before me and could say that nothing else mattered, as long as I walked with God. The piles of laundry, the fancy cooking, clean toilets—they didn't matter! None of it would hold more importance than my dependance on God. 

Walking with God today, is all I need. No matter what my night was like, or how many tears I cried at 4am, if I can walk with God today, somehow this journey of motherhood will work out. As the nights and days display imperfection, I can be faithful.


Through Their Eyes

She's only two and she feels the need to create. We talk about the detail we see in life. The intricate beauty we get to enjoy every day. Through her eyes, I notice color and creation. Moments that are simple, but truly fascinating. I spend a lot of time teaching and training my little ones how to navigate their lives, sometimes I forget to let them teach me. Through their eyes, there are innocent discoveries that I have forgotten about...

I am amazed by her fascination with the vibrant colors that saturate a piece of white paper.

I feel more alive as I watch him burst into laughter, excited at the air that comes rushing into his face.

Intrigued by experiments; solids melting, water evaporating, ice expanding. His eyes widen and his heart beats faster. He sees what I forget to see.

They remind me to be fascinated by detail. The intricate gifts I take for granted.

© 2014 Natalie Falls