tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23595475384404729222024-03-19T15:07:51.381-04:00the MooresNathan and Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14768573836627623975noreply@blogger.comBlogger485125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359547538440472922.post-13453398699711275432016-09-14T22:43:00.002-04:002016-09-14T22:49:35.464-04:00God's Protection...especially todayIt's been A YEAR since I blogged. Oh goodness, I'm such a slacker! Actually, life has been crazy busy and I have put the blog on the back burner. Hopefully, I can get back in the habit of keeping y'all (really just the few family members that read it) updated on our family. Nate is still working with the insurance company and enjoys working security VERY part time as opportunities are made available. I am still working at the YMCA part time. I have been there five years! FIVE YEARS! That's crazy. Anyway, I am on staff part time with the preschool ministry at our church. We are part of a great church and I love being a part of the team there. And...I also teach three year olds in our church's Mother's Day Out/Preschool. I am in my second year there and it's NEVER dull!! Each day brings new joys...and stresses! Hey, it's three year olds! =) <br />
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The boys are doing awesome. Brandon is in second grade and Carson is in first. Dalton is in the Pre-K program at our church and Easton is in a class with other older one year olds and two year olds. By the way, I can't believe Dalton is starting Kindergarten next fall. It doesn't seem possible. As someone said today, "The days are long but the years fly by." <br />
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God has been so faithful to our family. He has proven his love to us time and time again...and again and again and again...I pray we never take his provision and grace for granted! I pray our boys grow to love the Lord with zeal and JOY! I also pray the boys sense the Lord's presence and acknowledge his protection in their lives. They got a lesson in that tonight...<br />
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We were heading to church like any other Wednesday night. We were on a two lane road that typically has traffic moving rather steadily. We came to a random stop...when I say "random" I mean it wasn't a place that we normally have to stop or even slow down. We came to a stop and I looked in the rearview mirror to see a Toyota 4Runner speeding towards us. The driver definitely wasn't paying attention to notice we stopped. I could see the driver place both hands on the steering wheel and brace herself as her brakes locked...I screamed knowing we were about to get hit. Fear took over. My boys in the back of the van were going to feel the impact and it was not going to be okay. <br />
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We were okay. The 4Runner stopped inches from my bumper and traffic moved. Our car was silent as everyone knew how close we were to being in a wreck. Brandon said, "Mommy that wasn't good." No baby it wasn't. <br />
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As I was tucking the boys into bed I made it a point to do more than I normally do. Normally I tell them I love them, kiss them, aggravate them a little bit, then tell them goodnight. Tonight I made sure each of the boys knew that I loved them and how precious they are to me. We talked about the "almost wreck" and I told them how thankful I am that each one of them was home safe. Carson said, "Jesus protected us. He was in our car." Of course he was!! He was right there with us protecting us. <br />
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Jesus protected us. <br />
He was with us and he always is. <br />
I am thankful for that. <br />
I am thankful for my family.<br />
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Zeph. 3:17Nathan and Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14768573836627623975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359547538440472922.post-4566186550810435992015-09-03T22:58:00.000-04:002015-09-03T22:58:57.034-04:006 months in 9 words...YOU HAVE BEEN MY GOD THROUGH ALL OF IT.<br />
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That's the nine words I use to summarize the last six months. I haven't blogged since April and so much has happened since then but that's definitely the best way to summarize it. If you have heard Colton Dixon's song, "Through All Of It" then you know where I am headed in this update. I am so thankful for the JOYS to be celebrated! However, I am also thankful for the regrets to be learned from! That might sound crazy but we grow through our trials and weaknesses and I am thankful for a God who is faithful!!<br />
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<li>For starters, I am so thankful for the church we have been a part of the past two years. We started attending Forest Hills on Labor Day weekend 2013. God is faithful in our valleys. When we started going to FHBC, I was in a pit. We had not had a good year and I was desperate for personal spiritual revival. I had no idea it would come through someone I now consider a hero in the faith. I went with a friend to a Wednesday morning Bible study and that's how it all started! Ms. Nancy just celebrated her 75th birthday. She is a widow, mother, grandmother, cancer survivor, Sunday school teacher, friend, mentor, and student of the Word. Yes, she is 75 and loves studying and teaching the Word! I love her and am so thankful the part she has played in my spiritual development. </li><br />
</ul><li>On August 2 Brandon was baptized! What a proud mommy moment! Brandon has always been eager to learn more about God and he has asked many questions about the faith. During Vacation Bible School this summer (on his birthday) he prayed to receive Christ. I was able to sit with him and one of the leaders of the church as he made his commitment to follow Christ. </li><br />
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Again, I am thankful for the part FHBC has played in our family's spiritual growth.<br />
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<li>Starting in the spring Nathan and I led Wiggle Worship. It's a music service for the preschoolers. It's a fun way for us to be involved in the preschool ministry. Starting August 9 we stepped down from leading Wiggle Worship and started teaching 11th and 12th graders. Quite the change, huh?! =) We are excited about our involvement in the student ministry and look forward to the opportunities there. </li><br />
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<li>I started working part time at the church in May. I am the Preschool Coordinator which is really just a fancy term for the Preschool Minister's helper. Ha! Kimba is our preschool minister and does an amazing job with the families at FHBC. I am thankful for the opportunity to tag team with her in the efforts to reach out to these families. </li><br />
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<li>Just this week I started teaching at the preschool at church. I am teaching two year olds which is never dull! =) I am blessed to be teaching with a sweet friend and thankful for the sweet families represented in our classroom. Since Brandon and Carson are in school I have Dalton and Easton with me at the preschool. Dalton is a part of the three year old class and is enjoying the routine and structure. Easton is in the one year old class and has adjusted well.</li><br />
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I am still working part time at the Y...yes, three part time jobs...However, I am only there one weekday morning a week unless they are short handed and I go help out. The tough part is that I am there two week nights and Saturday mornings. It feels like a lot with all the other things we have going on but this is just a season. I am confident of that!<br />
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I am thankful for God's faithfulness in his provision!!<br />
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<ul><li>He provided in a remarkable way this summer. We bought our first house!</li>
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<span style="text-align: center;">The house buying process is probably the most stressful thing we have done in our marriage but it's all good. We are living in Fairview, TN which we love and even though we have to drive a little further to get places we couldn't be happier with where we are. We are on a 3/4 acre lot which is great for the boys. We have never had a yard and our boys needed a huge yard! We are in a culdesac which is nice and quiet and it's another place for the boys to play. We are located about 1/4 a mile from the boys school which is super nice and convenient. Again, we are blessed and thankful for God's faithfulness!! </span><br />
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You might not be able to read this but it says 187. This is the address of where we lived for two years before buying the house in Fairview. We lived in a townhouse in the most undesireable place to live in our community. When we started renting here we were desperate. We had less than a month to find somewhere to live and in the area we lived in this was an almost impossible task. God provided a place over our heads which turned out to be a place of transformation for me. I learned a lot about myself and God while living here. It was not the most ideal place for our family but it's where God placed us and we grew in our faith during our time there.<br />
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So, what does it mean to "have it all together"? I have heard this phrase numerous times since then and it's said with the best intent. It's meant to be a compliment. Someone told me last week that I looked very put together and calm. My response, "Well, that's funny because I definitely don't feel that way." Man, I wish I had it all together...whatever that means! Let's be honest. Nobody has it all together. We are all sinners and struggle with our sinfulness every day. Some might try to appear to have it all together and take it as a compliment when they are told such.<br />
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I have started to realize the point of the 100 Day Challenge and having "intentional exercise" as part of my day. It's all about creating a discipline. After a week I have already noticed that at the beginning of the day (or the night before) I start to plan what my workout is going to be.<br />
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Hey, it might have been done at 11:12pm but I did it!! If it's all about "intentional exercise" then I was intentional about working out with a few Zumba videos on YouTube.<br />
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One of my boys has a great way of knowing exactly when my patience is wearing thin and exactly what button to push to cause the mommy crazy eyes! Some of y'all know what I am talking about. Of the three of our oldest boys my middle son has a knack for walking right up to the line with his pinky toe barely over the edge. For those of you that know my children, he is also the best cuddler and gives the best hugs so I am sure at some point in my parenting I allowed his "sweetness" (and big brown eyes) to override the defiance or lack of concern.<br />
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I hadn't been to Zumba since I was about twenty weeks pregnant with Easton so I was excited when my friend, Tamera, agreed to go with me!! It was fun and a great workout.<br />
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So, today counted as DAY ONE!! Woohoo!!!<br /><br />
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Being a mommy is hard work. It doesn't matter if you have one child or ten...it's a high calling that requires lots of patience and prayer! There are more good days than not-so-good days and I am so thankful for four happy healthy boys. He is using the little men he has blessed me with to grow me in Christlikeness. Right now he is using the youngest to teach me patience...especially when he wakes up multiple times during the night."</div>
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Nathan and Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14768573836627623975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359547538440472922.post-77205779813326456902014-10-01T22:31:00.002-04:002014-10-01T22:31:53.338-04:00My PlansYesterday morning started a little rough. I woke up having some pregnancy related issues but didn't really think too much about it. Honestly, I had "issues" for three months so I had learned to just keep going and not make it too much of a big deal. So, Nate went to work. I got the boys ready, took Brandon to school, and the other two boys and I headed to the Y so I could work a shift in YPlay. I hadn't been at the Y five minutes when I really started thinking something wasn't quite right. I ended up calling my doctor to let him know that I had some bleeding and soreness and wanted to make sure he didn't want me to go for an ultrasound. Long story short...he didn't send me to ultrasound. He asked me to go to the hospital to be put on a monitor. Uhm, what?!<br />
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Do you know what this meant?! I had things I needed to get done before October 14th...his scheduled due date. I had PLANS!!!! Ugh. I was upset. I was in tears. This was not okay. </div>
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Nathan and Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14768573836627623975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359547538440472922.post-1175017547335316642014-09-23T19:36:00.001-04:002014-09-23T19:36:46.719-04:0036 Weeks!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We are set to deliver October 14th which is 26 days away!! My doctor is expecting us to make it that long and everything to go smoothly. He said that most "uterine window patients" he sees are either in the hospital on strict bedrest at this point or having two doctor visits a week. He was very encouraging by letting me know how great baby and I are doing. I told him that we have had a lot of people praying! I am so thankful for the prayers and words of encouragement. I have continued working at the Y part time and co-workers have been so understanding!!<br />
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He wants to continue to see me every week until delivery because Easton will grow a lot during these last few weeks and he wants to keep an eye on things. He let me know that things could still happen quickly and I need to continue taking it as easy as possible. My response. "Can I take a few weeks off and just call you if I need anything? We can just meet in the delivery room in a few weeks." His response, "Ha! You wish." Yep. I have seen him more than I can imagine ever seeing a doctor and it has been exhausting BUT he has been great and I am thankful for that!<br />
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<br />Nathan and Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14768573836627623975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359547538440472922.post-37647052933675019092014-09-16T10:34:00.001-04:002014-09-16T10:34:32.415-04:00Jesus Loves MeThis song is off Chris Tomlin's new album. Since it's unreleased, you can't see it on youtube or anywhere else. I hear it on the radio all the time and love it...<br />
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<b>Jesus, how can it be, he loves me, he is for me</b><br />
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I connected with this song the first time I heard it - I couldn't run. The world had a hold me. He holds my heart. He is my only hope. He loves me!<br />
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Zeph. 3:17Nathan and Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14768573836627623975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359547538440472922.post-14447396724703977192014-09-16T10:28:00.000-04:002014-09-16T10:28:19.982-04:00From the Journal...I don't typically do this but I felt the need to blog my journal entry from yesterday. Not because it's anything special but because it's what I have been learning lately and instead of rewriting it, it's just easier to copy it. <br />
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<i>One month from yesterday - Easton's eviction notice...unless he comes sooner. But a month at the latest. For some reason I am most nervous about this one. I don't know if it's because of the issues I have had or the idea of another baby. I love him so much already but I am little nervous. </i><br />
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<i>Galatians 1:24, "and they glorified God because of me." (Paul) (v. 23) "...He who used to persecute us is now preaching the faith he once tried to destroy." A life transformed bringing glory to God. We all have that story/testimony - or we should. Am I leading others to glorify God?<br /></i><br />
<i>I feel like the past 5+ years I have lived in a bubble...wife and mommy has been my main focus and I haven't been as excited or as able to serve in ways I could pre-babies :( Some would try to speak encouragement saying, "Oh it's just the phase of life you're in" or "Your ministry right now is at home." Both are true and intended to be spoken with grace BUT we should live without excuse in leading others to glorify God! Without excuse. </i><br />
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<i>Acts 8 introduces Saul (later known as Paul). </i><br />
<i>Acts 8:3, "Saul was ravaging the church and entering house after house, he dragged off men and women and committed them to prison." </i><br />
<i>Acts 9:1, "But Saul still breathing threats and murder against the disciples of the Lord..."</i><br />
<i>He was converted!! </i><br />
<i>Acts 9:7, "The men who were traveling with him stood speechless..."</i><br />
<i>Acts 9:15 (to Ananias), "Go, for he (Saul) is a chosen instrument of mine to carry my name before the Gentiles and kings and children of Israel."</i><br />
<i>Acts 9:18, "...he was baptized..."</i><br />
<i>Acts 9:20, "Immediately he proclaimed Jesus in the synagogues."</i><br />
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<i>Others questioned his conversion - wouldn't most of us?</i><br />
<i>He could have used his past as a reason to withhold the gospel from others. He could have waited until he felt better equipped to share Jesus...he could have but he didn't.</i><br />
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<i>Lesson to me...I have no excuse yet I allow myself and others convince me that it's "just a phase of life" or justify by claiming "my ministry is at home" - again both carry truth but personal conviction won't let that be it. </i><br />
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Zeph. 3:17<br />
<i><br /></i>Nathan and Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14768573836627623975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359547538440472922.post-70446409749535227932014-09-12T21:33:00.000-04:002014-09-12T21:33:32.895-04:00OverwhelmedIf you listen to Christian radio then you have probably heard the new song, <i>Overwhelmed</i>, by Big Daddy Weave. Love. this. song.<br />
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Overwhelmed...<br />
By creation<br />
By his voice<br />
By his words<br />
By his glory<br />
By his presence<br />
By his mercy<br />
By the power of the cross<br />
By his forgiveness<br />
By all he has done<br />
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Have you ever been overwhelmed by who he is? By what he has done? I can think of numerous times in my life that I have been overwhelmed by his presence and grace. I have been at broken places where I can't believe that he would reveal himself to me, a sinner. I become overwhelmed at his forgiveness and all that he has done for me. It would take writing a book (hey, that's a good idea :)) to explain the ways I have experienced him and heard his voice.<br />
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Since Brandon was born (2009) I have struggled with resting in him. I have felt pulled in so many different directions that I haven't felt at ease in my relationship with Christ. That might not make sense to many people and I almost hope no one knows what I am talking about. It's not a good feeling and it's a very restless place to be. I am so thankful to say that in the last year God has overwhelmed me with his undeniable presence and calming voice.<br />
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Being a wife and mommy is so rewarding and I have learned more about God through the relationships with my boys. However, being a wife and mommy is hard. It's demanding physically and spiritually and it takes a lot of effort to not get sucked into spiritual lethargy. I love the Lord and words can't adequately express how thankful I am for all he has done for me.<br />
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He is beautiful.<br />
He is wonderful.<br />
He is glorious.<br />
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His,<br />
Meg<br />
Zeph. 3:17Nathan and Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14768573836627623975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359547538440472922.post-31156619149770668432014-09-02T22:42:00.000-04:002014-09-02T22:42:49.226-04:00Six Weeks and CountingI started going to the doctor every Tuesday starting at my 24-week appointment. I was told I had a "uterine window" and it needed to be monitored closely. At my 26-week appointment I was told that I had gestational diabetes and needed to start insulin as soon as possible. Because of those two things, I have had an ultrasound and doctor's visit every week. I am thankful for the care I have received and even more thankful for God's hand of protection.<br />
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I am 33-weeks pregnant today. When we found out about the uterine window we didn't think we would make it this far. I am so thankful that I am sitting here today with a healthy baby boy still in utero. My doctor is so impressed with how things are going that he set a delivery date today. At this point, Easton Thomas Moore will be delivered on October 14...six weeks from today!!<br />
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At 31-weeks he weighed 3.15 lbs. Today (33-weeks) he weighed 5.14 lbs. He gained 2 lbs in two weeks. Given that weight of growth, he is going to be giving his big brother a run for his money. Dalton weighed 11.5 and I don't think Easton will be far from that if I carry him until October 14th!<br />
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The uterine window has not thinned out or changed at all...that is amazing and I am so thankful!<br />
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I will update as information changes but right now things are going great!!<br /><br />
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His,<br />Meg<br />
Zeph. 3:17<br />
<br />Nathan and Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14768573836627623975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359547538440472922.post-46852671447405053182014-08-07T00:16:00.000-04:002014-08-07T00:16:35.869-04:00KindergartenHe has been asking about this day since he was two.<br />
I knew it would come.<br />
I thought I would be ready.<br />
I didn't think I would be upset.<br />
The day is here.<br />
I wasn't ready.<br />
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MY BABY'S FIRST DAY OF KINDERGARTEN!<br />
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The kindergarten hallway was way too long for this Mama. I avoided eye contact with everyone in an effort to hold back the tears. I just needed to make it to the car. I didn't make it. As I am leaving the building one of the administrators said, "Aww I see tears. It's okay. It's normal." I nodded and kept walking. For the next hour - yes, HOUR - I cried.<br />
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Being a full time mommy is SO REWARDING until days like today. I feel like he has been under my wing and now I have to let him go. All that we have taught him is being put to the test. His little heart is so tender toward the things of God and that will be challenged. I prayed for him all morning as I thought about him making friends, being submissive to teachers and administrators, sharing Jesus with new friends...if you know him then you know he loves to talk about Jesus.<br />
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When Brandon was born we "assigned" this verse to him -<br />
<i>How can a young man keep his way pure? By guarding it according to your word.</i><br />
Psalm 119:9<br />
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I pray this verse over all our boys but it was definitely on my heart today -<br />
<i>My son, do not lose sight of these - wisdom and discretion and they will be life for your soul and adornment for your neck. Then you will walk on your way securely, and your foot will not stumble.</i><br />
Proverbs 3:21-23<br />
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Purity. Wisdom. Discretion.<br />
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Well, it was only a half day so I got a few things done before going back to get him...it was a long three and a half hours and I was so anxious to hear about his day.<br />
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Of course he had a great morning! He gave it two thumbs up! =)<br />
<br />The younger two boys have been in Alabama for a few days so I was able to spend some quality with my big boy on his special day. After I picked him up from school we went to our favorite mexican restaurant and shared our favorite meal. Then, we went swimming at the Y! Yes, he has been completely spoiled being the only child! =)<br />
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We love you, Brandon, and we are so proud of you!<br />
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His,<br />Meg<br />
Zeph. 3:17Nathan and Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14768573836627623975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359547538440472922.post-81255299903094479702014-07-29T23:06:00.000-04:002014-07-29T23:06:24.187-04:00Happy Birthday, Carson!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy 4th birthday, Carson!!<br />
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We spent our morning at the Y which was fine with him because he was able to tell everyone that it was his birthday! :)<br />
We went to the store where he got to pick out the kind of cake he wanted me to make - "white cake with brown on top." Yes, sir!<br />
We went to dinner at this restaurant of choice - Buffalo Wild Wings!!!<br />
He got cards and presents from his grandparents and great grandparents.<br />
He has been counting down to his 4th birthday because that means he is able to ride in a booster seat. So, we made a special trip to Target to get the perfect seat for him!<br />
We ended the day with cake -- white cake and brown on top.<br />
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When I tucked him in tonight I told him that I am sure glad I am his mommy. It's true. He is such a blessing and I am so thankful God chose me to be his mommy!<br />
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His,<br />Meg<br />
Zeph. 3:17<br />
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<br />Nathan and Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14768573836627623975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359547538440472922.post-89190869253645357962014-07-28T23:38:00.000-04:002014-07-28T23:38:24.186-04:00My Jesus I Love TheeThirteen days ago I posted a Mommy/Easton update. At that point, I had a doctor's appointment scheduled for tomorrow (July 29th). After a not-so-good weekend I ended up in the doctor's office today. I had an ultrasound to check on Easton and the uterine window. Both are fine. However, I have been having some cramping, contractions, and soreness that aren't fine. Instead of going back in two weeks, I have to go back next week. I am blessed to have a doctor that is keeping a close watch on me.<br />
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I called my doctor first thing this morning to tell him the details of the weekend. He scheduled an ultrasound and asked that I come in within a couple hours. Nate was home from work so he drove the boys to Tiffany's so he could come with me to the doctor's appointment. </div>
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Ok, so Nate took the boys. Not five minutes after they left my dietitian called. Reminder: I have been diagnosed with gestational diabetes. For the past few days I have been on a restricted diet and I have had to check my blood sugar four times a day. Sounds fun, huh?! Well, she called today to tell me that I would need to be put on medicine. I have an appointment with her tomorrow to find out what that entails. </div>
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Ok. Overwhelmed. I hung up the phone and started crying. Tears of frustration, anxiety, concern, everything. About a minute into my pity party and prayer I felt the presence of God. I feel like he is with me in the details of my day but I LOVE the times when he makes himself known in specific, tangible ways. It was a peaceful assurance that everything was going to be okay. Yes, like an audible voice experience. I could hear him say, "It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay." I found myself sitting on the couch with no tears to cry. All I could do was say, "Okay" back to him and trust that he knows. </div>
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As if that wasn't enough...I went upstairs to turn on Pandora and start getting ready to go to the doctor. Hillsong's "My Jesus I Love Thee" came on...for all my pregnancies this is the song that I have sung to my babies. For this song to be on Pandora at this particular moment was no coincidence! I did cry then because I know that God knows my mommy heart. He knew what I needed to hear to be completely sure that when he said, "It's going to be okay" that he meant it. </div>
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I went to the ultrasound and doctor's appointment with a peace and assurance that everything was going to be okay regardless of what the doctors said. When this face popped up on the ultrasound screen, I LOST IT!! They weren't tears of fear or worry. They were tears of overwhelming love for this face! My boy. </div>
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So, I meet with the dietitian tomorrow afternoon.<br />
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I will probably have this song on repeat until then...and singing it to my baby boy.<br />
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Nathan and Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14768573836627623975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359547538440472922.post-16510488092734945442014-07-17T23:32:00.000-04:002014-07-17T23:32:11.111-04:00Mommy/Easton UpdateI had a follow up ultrasound on Tuesday. After discovering a uterine window (see July 1 blog for more info :)) at the preceding appointment they wanted to make sure it hadn't gotten any bigger. I have been really anxious about this and following doctor's orders as best I can. Obviously if there are any uterine issues then contractions aren't a good thing. So, my doctor has encouraged me to limit lifting, bending, and standing for long periods of time.<br />
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Update: The uterine window has not gotten any bigger! Praise the Lord!!! I am still on lifting/bending/standing restrictions which is fine. The boys have been great even though they don't really understand. They love swimming which is awesome because it feels good for me to get in the water.<br />
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However, UGH, blood work came back and I have developed gestational diabetes. I was supposed to hear from the diabetes clinic today so I could set up an appointment for consultation and treatments. I didn't hear from them so hopefully I will hear something tomorrow. With gestational diabetes babies tend to be bigger. Ok, if you know my history, I don't have small babies anyway. Brandon was 8 lbs 9 oz, Carson was 9 lbs 1 oz, Dalton was 11 lbs 5 oz. I was borderline diabetic with Brandon but not with the other two. So, Easton's size is a factor when it comes to the uterine window issue. The bigger he gets the more likely for me to have uterus issues. After an emotional doctor's visit my doctor gave me an honest, "This is going to be a rough pregnancy but you'll be fine." Well alrighty! =/<br />
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So, plan from here? I am going back for another ultrasound/doctor visit on July 29th. Hopefully there is still no change. I will be 28 weeks at that point. I will continue to go every two weeks (assuming everything stays as is) until I am 32 weeks and then I will go every week. He is hoping I can make it to 36 to 38 weeks to deliver. ME TOO!! I want Easton to stay put as long as his lungs/heart/everything need him to.<br />
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The further along I get in the pregnancy the less anxious I get. The main reason for the anxiety is Easton's health. I don't want something to happen and him come too early. The further along I get in the pregnancy the less worried I am.<br />
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Thanks for those of you that have been praying!!<br />
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His,<br />Meg<br />
Zeph. 3:17Nathan and Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14768573836627623975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359547538440472922.post-6939283258228271182014-07-01T23:58:00.001-04:002014-07-01T23:58:33.144-04:00Do Not Be Anxious...???Matthew 6:25-34 uses the phrase "do not be anxious" three times. Do not be anxious about life, provision, your future. Verse 33 reminds us to "seek first the kingdom of God." I have repeated this verse to myself several times today but I still feel anxious and worried. I am anxious about life (mine and baby's). I am anxious about provision as we are having to make some adjustments for the next few months. I am anxious about what the next few weeks and months might hold. In the anxiety, I KNOW to seek the Lord and the peace that only he can give. I KNOW that he is not a God of fear (2 Timothy 1:7).<br />
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I had an ultrasound last month that determined baby #4 is a boy. We also found out in that ultrasound that after three c-sections, my uteran lining is very thin. My doctor recommended that I have a follow up ultrasound to check on the status of the uteran lining. Well, that ultrasound was today...and it has been an emotional day!<br />
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I was told by the ultrasound tech and my doctor that I have a 6cm window on the lining of my uterus. I quickly found out that it's not a good thing. Long story short - I am not on bedrest but I am on lighter activity for the next two weeks until I go back for another ultrasound. We are basically taking it two weeks at a time until Easton is born.<br />
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I will update on here as things happen.<br />
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His,<br />Meg<br />
Zeph. 3:17<br />
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